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Forever Yours Pt. 9

Peter Pevensie x Reader

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Post Date: June 3rd 2023

Post Time: 3:18 AM

Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,295

Summary: The Pevensie children and their lifelong childhood friend get sent away from home to be safe from the blitz. Soon the five find themselves on a life changing journey that takes many different twists and turns. What will happen to the five on their journey? Will they all learn valuable lessons? What will come of their journey together?

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Peter’s Pov:

“Well, are you ready to get up, y/n/n?” I ask her, but she doesn’t reply.

Confused, I pull her off of my shoulder to see her eyes are closed with no sign of movement at all. I quickly lay her in my lap before trying to figure out what’s wrong. Just as I pull my hand off her waist, I notice blood on my hand and I feel sick.

“Lucy!” I yell out to my little sister and she turns around with confusion clearly written on her face.

“What is it, Peter?” she shouts back with her hands on her hips.

“Quick! Y/n’s hurt too!” I shout and her face falls before rushing over to us.

“What happened?” she questions as she bends down to y/n.

“I don’t know. One minute she was just leaning against me and the next she wasn’t replying,” I panickedly explain, staring at the blood on my hand as Lucy pours a few drops into y/n’s mouth.

“There. That should help,” Lucy promises with a nod before she stands back up and Aslan strides over to stand next to her.

“As it should. It is not yet her time,” Aslan says, nodding his head in agreement with Lucy’s statement.

“Let me know when she wakes up. I want a hug from her too,” Lucy informs with a grin before rushes back over to the others.

Aslan looks at me with sympathy in his eyes before giving a light nod and bow of his head. He smiles softly at me, giving me a calming feeling before strolling over to the rest.

I hold y/n close as I wait maybe two or three more minutes before she gasps and her eyes slowly blink open. Letting out a sigh of relief, I pull her up into a seated position before pulling her onto my lap so I can hold her as close to me as I physically can.

“Oh, thank Aslan. I was scared there for a minute,” I tell her as I hold her head softly to my shoulder before giving the side of her forehead a kiss.

“I’m sorry I scared you. I didn’t mean to,” she whispers quietly against my shoulder.

“Next time you're hurt, please just tell me,” I practically beg her, my voice cracking ever so slightly and she nods.

“Deal. I’m sorry, I was just so focused on Edmund,” she explains to me and I grin as I pull back to look at her.

“I believe I owe my Queen a kiss,” I coyly state with a smirk as I wiggle my eyebrows and she giggles, shaking her head.

“I believe you do…” she agrees with me, nodding her head and I grin.

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It feels like time slows down as we both lean towards one another. I tilt my head ever so slightly and before I know it, our lips are connecting in a sweet, passionate kiss. Her kiss feels like coming home, all soft and pillowy like sweet silk against mine.

I can feel her playing with my hair as our noses brush ever so slightly and a warm feeling spreads through me. It’s at that moment that I decide that she will be the only person I ever kiss again and that hers is my favorite by far. The kiss continues for what seems like forever, but I smile against her lips as it feels like it’s only me and her in this field.

All too soon, though, I find myself slightly frowning as she pulls away for air and I find myself chasing her lips, wanting them back on my own. She lets out a light giggle, the air of her breath fanning my face before she leaves one last kiss on my lips. I quickly pull her a little closer, not wanting this to end, and rub my nose against hers, making her giggle. She puts her forehead to mine and smiles down at me as I smile up at her.

“I’ve wanted to do that for… a really long time…” I breathily explain and she smiles even bigger (if that’s even possible) as she continues to play with the hair on the nip of my neck.

“You’re not the only one…” she tells me with a small smirk and I chuckle.

“Ok. No more dilly-dallying, you two. Come on, we’ve got lots more work to do,” Susan speaks up from behind me, making me turn to look at her and she’s smiling with her hands on her hips.

“Well? Are you ready to get up?” I ask y/n with a raised eyebrow and she nods.

“Good. Here, I’ll help you,” I comment as I start to stand up, pulling her with me lightly.

~Time Skip~

We all helped the casualties for about an hour, and by the time we’re done, everyone seems dead on their feet. Once all our casualties are up and moving around with the exception of quite a few that we couldn’t help, we all decide to eat. After a satisfying meal, the sun is almost setting and Aslan stands up on the same hill we talked on before the war.

When I finish eating, I look at my siblings and y/n, who are all laughing at something Edmund had said. I smile softly before getting up from my spot and walking over to Aslan.

“So what do we do now?” I ask him and he chuckles as he watches over the camp.

“Now you and your family will be crowned kings and queens. Come morning, we’ll all head east and when we get to Cair Paravel, you will have your coronation,” Aslan explains and I shake my head in disbelief.

“I still can’t believe this has all happened. It happened so quickly that it feels as if it’s all been a dream,” I tell him and he smiles, amused.

“I’m sure the others feel the same way,” he tells me as he turns to look at them laughing.

“Oh, they very likely do. I just feel so…” I pause, trying to think of the word.

“Mighty…” Aslan fills in for me as if reading my thoughts. I nod before sitting down on the grassy hill to look out over the camp one last time.

“As you should. Peter, you did what some could never imagine doing,” Aslan starts as he puts a paw on my shoulder.

“You led an army to victory. That’s one of the most noble, mightiest things that can be done, my boy. Enjoy the peace and happiness that comes after it,” Aslan tells me as he sits beside me and I nod in agreement as I turn to look at my family once again.

“Thank you for this opportunity,” I tell him as I turn back to look out over the camp and he nods at me.

“You needed it to learn from. Now, go be with your family. Enjoy the love and joy that is present,” he almost demands and I chuckle, smiling as I get up off the ground to stand.

“I will. Again, thank you Aslan, thank you so much,” I say and he shakes his head before using his paw to wave me off, making me chuckle.

I walk back down the hill and over to my family. Lucy comes running up to me and I catch her, picking her up before spinning around. Together we laugh before I set her back down and she grins up at me before turning back around to look at y/n as she too walks up to us.

“Y/n, can you believe it? We did it! We saved Mr. Tumnus, just like you said we would along with the whole land of Narnia,” Lucy excitedly exclaims as y/n stops next to us with a big smile on her face.

“That we did, Lu,” y/n agrees with a big smile as she hugs my little sister.

“I’m just so happy,” Lucy tells us as she pulls back from their hug.

“I’m glad you're happy, Luc. It’s getting dark though, maybe you should head to bed. Aslan told me we have a long journey in the morning,” I speak up and she playfully pouts.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep,” Lucy groans playfully, rolling her eyes and y/n giggles.

“You don’t wanna be knackered tomorrow, do you?” Y/n asks and Lucy puts her hands on her hips.

“Well, no, but sleep feels so far away right now,” Lucy argues and y/n smiles softly.

“Well why don’t you just try, ladybug? You might surprise yourself. Maybe you're actually more knackered than you feel,” y/n explains and Lucy takes a moment as if she’s thinking about it.

“Oh… all right. I assume you’ll be staying with Pete again?” Lucy asks with a raised eyebrow and y/n lets out a loud laugh.

“Yes. Little firefly, you’d be right,” y/n tells her as she reaches out and pulls her into a hug.

“Oh, all right. Goodnight then, sleep very well,” Lucy tells her as she pulls away and y/n giggles before reaching forward to mess up Lucy’s hair.

“You too, ladybug. Don’t let the bedbugs bite you, you hear me?” Y/n jokes softly and Lucy giggles too.

“I promise,” Lucy nods in affirmation, joking right back.

“That’s what I like to hear. Rest easy, sweet girl,” y/n tells Lucy as she smiles at her.

Lucy smiles at y/n one last time before looking up at me. She comes over to me with a playful smile and I let out an “oooff,” as she slams into my stomach, almost knocking me over.

I wrap my arms around her and lift her up. She giggles as she hugs onto me a little tighter.

“Goodnight, Petey. I love you,” she whispers into my ear and I hug her a little closer to me.

“Goodnight Luc, I love you too. So much,” I tell my little sister softly and smile as I set her back on the ground.

“Oh, Susan! You ready for bed?!” Lucy shouts as she turns and runs back over to Susan and Edmund.

“I suppose I am. Come on, then,” Susan agrees as she gets up from where she’d been sitting.

“Goodnight, you two. Sleep well,” she shouts over to us and y/n grins.

“Goodnight, Susan! You too,” y/n tells her before she’s turning, tucking into my side as Susan and Lucy walk off to their tent.

“You comin’, Ed?” I ask as I look at my younger brother and he nods before getting up.

We wait for him for a moment before he’s jogging over to us. Once he comes up next to us, we start walking to our tent. Edmund runs ahead of us and disappears into the tent and y/n giggles.

“I’m glad it all worked out, Pete. We’re all happier than we have been in a long while,” y/n speaks softly as she cuddles into my side as we walk.

“I am, too. It feels good to all be on the same page with no fights. It’s been a while since we’ve all been happy to just be together,” I agree with her and she stops us from walking.

“I love you, you know that?” she says as she looks up at me and runs her arms up my chest till they’re around my neck.

“I do now. I love you, too,” I tell her with a grin as I grab her hips and she smiles softly again.

I smile back at her before leaning towards her and she reaches up on her toes to lean up to me. I let out a breathy laugh as she gives me a confused look as I put my forehead to hers.

“Pete! You wanker! You just totally ruined the mood,” she playfully scolds and I laugh again.

“I’m sorry, love! But you don’t have to reach up to me!” I tell her as I try to hold back my laughter.

“Pete, I kinda do. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m a little shorter than you,” she rolls her eyes and I chuckle again.

“Well it’s a good thing that I can bend to you. You don’t have to reach up,” I tell her and she slowly grins, shaking her head.

“And you ruined the moment for that?! You ninny!!” she giggles as she playfully slaps my chest and I chuckle.

“I’m sorry, love! I couldn’t help it!” I defend myself and she only laughs a little harder.

“Ok. Ok. Can you kiss me now and not ruin the moment?” she asks as she suddenly sobers up from laughing and grows serious.

“Oh, of course. I’m so sorry, my Queen,” I playfully tell her with a smirk and she shakes her head at me again.

Slowly, I lean towards her and soon our lips are touching for the second time today. This one is much different from the first. The first one was a little rushed, but this one is slower, almost like we’re both trying to savor it, and I suppose maybe I am.

Her lips are still soft and pillowy against mine, making me deepen the kiss ever so slightly. I can feel her smiling as she brings her hands up to my head, but instead of brushing through my hair with her fingers, she grips onto it. The warm feeling from earlier comes back as our noses brush together again.

“Oi, would you two stop snogging and come to bed already?!” Edmund asks us from the flap of the tent, making us reluctantly pull away from one another, but I keep my forehead to hers.

“Yeah. Yeah. We’ll be there in a bit,” I reply with a roll of my eyes before looking back at y/n.

“Better be,” he jokingly pretends to be all authoritative with his arms crossed over his chest.

He shakes his head in a jokeful disappointment and gives a small ‘tsk, tsk,’ before walking back into the tent. It’s quiet for a moment and I take the opportunity to press my lips back to hers. She pulls away and giggles when my lips chase hers, much like they did earlier.

“Pete, as much as I am loving this little kiss session, Ed’s right. We should get to bed,” she breathlessly tells me and I can feel it fan over my face.

I sigh and press my forehead to hers again with a light frown. She smiles at me and my heart flips as I smile back.

“I could kiss you all day, ya know?” I tell her as I pull back and push a strand of hair behind her ear.

“And I could kiss you all day too. Although now you can kiss me whenever you want and I promise I’ll always kiss back. But again, Ed’s right, we need to go to sleep,” she tells me as I put my forehead to hers again. She smiles softly as she plays with my hair, making me sigh.

“Ok. Let’s go…” I hesitantly agree and she laughs.

“Come on. I’m not leaving your side. I’ll be by you all night,” she tells me as she pulls away and starts to pull me along with her as she walks to the tent.

She leads me over to the tent and she pulls up the flap before ducking under it. I follow her and once inside, she lets go of my hand for a moment. She walks over to the chest by the privacy screen, smiling softly at Edmund on her way and opens it.

She pulls out some clothes and goes behind the privacy screen to change. I smile softly and shake my head in disbelief as I start to take off the rest of my armor.

“It's nice to see you guys finally together,” Edmund speaks up and I turn around to look at him.

“You think so?” I ask him with an arched eyebrow and he nods.

“Don’t be such a muppet, Pete. I’ve always known you two were made for each other, even when you yourselves didn’t know. I think everyone with eyes bloody knew, actually,” he tells me with a playful roll of his eyes and I smile softly at him.

“Thanks. That means a lot, Ed,” I tell him and he nods before turning over.

“Now enough with the sap. I’m knackered. Sleep well, you two,” he tells us just as y/n walks out from behind the privacy screen with a soft smile.

“Goodnight, Ed. You sleep well, too,” she tells him as she pulls back the covers of the bed.

“Well, are you changing or just sleeping in that?” she asks me as she motions to the under clothes from under my armor.

“I’m too knackered to change. Think I’ll just sleep in this,” I tell her as I crawl into the bed behind her and she smiles, nodding as she cuddles into me.

“I told you he was a good boy,” she whispers tiredly and I smile softly at her.

“That you did love. That you did,” I tell her and she just gives a quiet giggle in response.

“I love you, Pete,” she mutters and I smile again before leaving a soft kiss on her forehead.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” I parrot her softly right in her ear as I pull her even closer and hold her to me.

“That tickles, you git,” she tells me though light giggles and I smile a tired smile.

“Well, get used to it,” I tell her with a tired, but very cheeky smile and she scoffs.

“Go to sleep you wanker,” she says and I chuckle lightly.

Slowly, sleep starts to over take me as warmth radiates between us and I fall into a peaceful sleep as I hold her to me. The dream I have is a good one this time, with no signs of the old bad dream I used to have about losing her, but all of a sudden the dream is coming to an end as I am woken up. I blink my eyes open before rubbing at them with my right hand and then letting my eyes adjust to being open again.

They sting for a moment, so I blink them before looking around in confusion. It’s only then do I realize it’s still dark out and confusion only takes over more. I look over at Ed, but he’s gone from his bed and worry takes over.

I’m pulled out of my thoughts when there’s a small whimper to my left and I immediately figure out what woke me as y/n’s face contorts. I turn in alarm as I hear the tent flap move, but relax when I see it’s only Edmund.

“Edmund, you git, where were you?” I ask him in a hushed whisper and he smiles shyly at me.

“I heard y/n whimpering and knew it’d wake you. I knew you’d take care of her, but I want to help in some way… so I went and got her some water,” he tells me as he holds up a cup and I smile softly at him, my anger melting away.

“Thank you, Ed. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it,” I tell him and he smiles shyly at me as he shrugs.

“Peter! No!” Y/n screams out and I quickly turn back to her.

“Shhh. It’s ok, darling. I’m right here. It’s just a bad dream,” I whisper out as I put my hand on her cheek and rub it softly.

She starts to cry and I wipe the tears as her eyes slowly open. She looks up at me and I smile down at her as she blinks at me.

“Peter…? What…? But you were just…” she asks in confusion and I shake my head.

“I’m ok. I’m right here. It was just a bad, bad dream,” I tell her softly and she hiccups before nodding in realization.

“It’s always so real…” she whispers out before she starts to sob.

“Oh, honey. Shh. It’s ok. I’ve got you,” I coo as I pull her head to my shoulder and hold it there.

“I just want this dream to go away, Pete. I never want it to come to pass. It’s just so scary,” she mutters into my neck and I nod.

“I know, love. I know how you feel. We can’t know what’ll happen. Until then, let’s just live life together, yeah?” I ask her as I pull her back so I can look at her.

“Ok… yeah. I think I can do that,” she nods and I smile softly at her.

“Do you want some water? Edmund has some for you,” I tell her and she looks up at him over my shoulder.

“Oh gosh. Edmund, I’m so sorry if I woke you,” she immediately apologizes to him and he shakes his head as he puts his hand up in surrender.

“Don’t be as daft as a bush, y/n. It’s ok. Really. I uhh… understand you now,” Edmund tells her and she smiles sympathetically at him as he takes a step forward to hand her the cup.

She takes it from him with a soft, thankful smile and he smiles nonchalantly back with a light shrug. I watch her as she takes a drink of it before pulling the cup away from her lips to look at me.

“He’s really turned around,” she whispers to me as he lays down with his back turned to us.

“I suppose he has, hasn’t he? Makes me proud,” I tell her and she smiles nodding.

“I know he fights you a lot, can be a bit of a ninny sometimes, but he really does just need your love and support,” she tells me before going back to drink a little more and I purse my lips.

“Yeah. I see it now. I’m sorry I haven’t. You’ve been trying to tell me and I wasn’t listening when I should have. I’ve been a real tosser, haven’t I?” I apologize with a small frown and she leans over to put the cup on the small table to her left.

“Oh, the biggest…” she jokes with a playful roll of her eyes before becoming serious again.

“No, you really haven’t. It’s ok, Pete. It’s what pride does. I’m just glad you're listening now. He needs his big brother. Where you had your father, he doesn’t,” she tells me softly as she reaches up to my cheek and strokes it softly.

“I know. I just want him to be better than me. I know he can be, so I push hard especially when I don’t need to,” I try to explain as I burrow my cheek a little into her hand, making her smile a knowing smile.

“And he will be. He’s just like you, a little too headstrong for his own good, but it’s a really good quality, Pete. He’ll figure it out, just give him the guidance he needs,” she encourages me and I close my eyes as I let out a light chuckle.

“Aslan was right. You are my voice of reason and you always have been,” I observe as I put my forehead to hers again.

“And I always will be, Pete, as you are mine,” she says softly and I can’t help but smile, shaking my head.

“Ok. Think you're ready to sleep again now?” I ask her before leaving a light peck on her lips and she nods slowly as sleep starts to take over again.

“G’night, Pete. I love you,” she mumbles and I smile as I lay us back down with her cuddling into my side more so than before.

“Goodnight, my queen. I love you too,” I whisper out as I leave a kiss on her forehead for the second time tonight.

Once her breath evens out, I turn ever so slightly to look at Edmund, who’s back rises and falls ever so slightly. I smile before turning back around and cuddling in a little closer again. Soon, sleep overtakes me as my eyes close little by little.

When I wake up again, it’s now morning and I smile down at y/n, who’s still asleep. She shivers ever so slightly and I chuckle quietly before reaching over her to pull the cover farther up her arm. I also pull her closer and make sure the blanket is still tucked under her chin.

When I’m sure she’s warm enough, I turn my neck to look over at Edmund, who also still sleeps. I smile softly once more before cuddling y/n close as I close my eyes. I drift in and out of sleep for a while before a voice speaks up.

“Rise and shine, my princess and princes. It is time to prepare to head east towards home,” a faun tells us as she steps into the tent.

“Very well. Thank you for waking us,” I tell her and she bows slightly before leaving once more.

We all slowly make work of getting up from bed and getting dressed. Once we're ready, we walk out of our tent just as Susan and Lucy walk out of theirs. When Lucy looks up and sees us, she perks up before running over to y/n.

“Good morning, y/n. How did you sleep?” Lucy asks as she hugs y/n and looks up at her.

“I could have slept a little better than I did, but in the end I slept well. How’d you sleep, bug?” Y/n asks her as she strokes her hair lightly before pulling back from the hug.

“I slept very well,” Lucy tells her with a grin as well as a firm nod.

“Good. I’m glad you slept well,” y/n replies with a smile.

“Good morning, y/n, good morning Pete, good morning Ed,” Susan greets us as she now walks up to us.

“Good morning,” we all chime in.

“Wow, no ‘is it?’ from you, Edmund?” Susan jokes about how he used to reply with a sarcastic ‘is it?’ Or ‘is it really?’ Instead of an actual good morning, he gives her a snicker.

“Haha, yeah, yeah. Let’s make fun of Ed, why don’t we?” he sarcastically asks with a roll of his eyes.

“Pardon me, Your Highnesses, but breakfast is ready. We have your Little Rock set up for you just as we did before,” the same faun that had woken us tells us and we all nod.

“You may leave and eat your breakfast. I’m sure we know the way ourselves,” I tell the faun and she nods gratefully before bowing.

“I shall go then, but if you shall need help of any kind just let one of us know,” she tells us as she stands from her bow and we all nod before she turns to start walking away.

“Wait,” y/n calls out as she reaches for the faun’s arm and gently pulls her so she’s facing her.

“Yes, your highness?” The faun asks y/n as she looks at her.

“Where is Oarmia? I haven’t seen her and I’m worried about her,” y/n questions and the faun frowns.

“Your highness, she’s holed up in her tent. She’s refused to leave,” the faun sadly informs and y/n frowns.

“Why?” Y/n asks again and the faun sighs.

“She’s been in there for a while. When we told her about her father, she broke… he was all she had left,” the faun explains and y/n gasps.

“Take me to her,” y/n tells the faun, who now looks shocked.

“But your highness, your food?” she asks and y/n waves her hand in dismissal.

“My food can wait. My friend is hurting. I wish to comfort her,” y/n tells her and I’m in awe of her sweet self as the faun nods before y/n turns to me.

“I’ll be there in a minute, ok?” she tells me and I nod, giving her a small smile.

“You go. I’ll make sure Ed doesn’t eat all your food,” I joke and Ed shouts out a ‘hey!’ as y/n giggles.

“Ok. Thank you. I love you,” she tells me and I nod at her.

“I love you too,” I tell her softly before she walks off with the faun, who leads her to Oarmia’s tent.

For a moment, we all watch until y/n and the faun disappears around a corner. I turn to the others and start to push them lightly the way we have to go for breakfast.

“Come on, guys. Let’s go eat, y/n’ll catch up to us when she can,” I tell them as I beckon them over to our rock.

Once at the rock, we each sit down and start to eat. About halfway through eating, y/n shows up at our little table.

“How is she?” Lucy asks and y/n frowns.

“She’s not doing so well. It’s understandable, really, she lost the only family she had left, but I wish I could help her in some way,” y/n tells us as she sits down next to me and I put an arm around her.

“I’m sure you just being there and listening to her helps, love,” I inform her before leaving a kiss on her cheek.

“For once I actually agree with Peter. Just be there for her and let her know you understand her pain,” Edmund tells her before he takes a bite of his last bit of bread.

“I guess you guys are right. It’s just so sad to see how heartbroken she is. She does have a brother, but she doesn’t even know where he is right now. She wants to find him, but is scared to because she only knows so much of him. He left home when she was only eight to learn his fathers triad,” y/n explains and Edmund smiles a little bit.

“See, she’s already opened up to you. All you can do now is be there for her,” Edmund tells her and she nods, smiling softly at him.

“Yeah. It’s not that hard, y/n. Look at how we’ve been by your side,” Lucy adds on and y/n smiles even more.

“You’re so very right, Lu, you all were there when I thought I had nobody else. Thank you, all of you. Truly, I love you guys like my own family,” she tells us and we all grin at her.

“You are family, y/n. Always have been and always will be,” Susan chimes in and y/n smiles.

“You're all right. I’ll just be her shoulder as well as help her look for her brother shall she want to,” y/n tells us with a huge smile.

“Very well, that can wait for now though. Eat, we have a long journey in a few hours. You should have some food in your stomach,” I practically command y/n to eat and it pulls a giggle out of her.

“Ever the one to take care of me. Thank you, Pete,” she tells me before leaning over and leaving a kiss on my cheek.

“Of course I’ll take care of you. I’d take care of all of you in a heartbeat, love,” I reply and she nods, smiling.

“We all know you would,” she promises me softly before starting to eat.

Soon we all finish eating and stand up. Together alongside all the narnians, we help start packing up. Once everything is packed and ready for the journey ahead, we all start to head out of where camp once was.

To Be Continued…

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The sword room

Peter Pevensie x reader

words: 880

warnings: smut, oral sex (fem! receiving), peter being a little shit

"He wants to destroy me." You rolled your eyes.

"I think you could definitely beat him ... and then ... give him to me" Edmund smirked at your response, Caspian kept looking down and then looked back up at the two of you, as you were starting to argue about who has who.

"Don't worry Cas, just go out there and kick their smug asses."

"Right." Caspian hugged you as he shook Edmund's hand. Caspian pulled his mask over his head and grabbed his sword as he ran off towards the field.

"Ed?" You asked, as you went to sit in the stands. Peter Pevensie looked at you and all you could think of was his strong, warm body leaning against yours as he kissed you feverishly. You could almost imagine the smile he was giving you as he ran up and down your body. You look up at Edmund, a smile twining your lips. He glares at you.

"Don't even think about it missy, your brother would kill you and then kill me for letting you do it."

Halfway through the games, you could feel the tension getting tighter and tighter. Peter was aiming for Caspian, who was trying to stay away from Tummnus, who was the supposed assassin trying to kill all the supernatural beings in Narnia.

"He's doing really well." I nodded, leaning my head against his shoulder.

"Yeah. That other one, Peter. Caspian doesn't like him."

"I can feel it."

"Why is he looking at you like that?"

"I don't know. By the way, I'm going to run to the warehouse, okay? I'll talk to you in a bit."

"Sure." He nods. You head to the warehouse, completely dodging the many suits of armor that were stored there. As you sigh, leaning against the wall, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Startled, you turn around.

"Peter?" he smiled lowering his head "hello darling" you smiled back "I've missed you, I barely saw you today" his lips were about to touch yours.

"What if Caspian sees us?" you whisper, looking into his eyes through your lashes. “let him see then” he moved closer, his other hand landing on the other side of your neck. His heartbeat quickens, the closer he gets, your feet instinctively recoil, until your back presses against the rock wall. As his chest leans into yours, you take a deep breath, trying to control yourself.

"Please Pete." You whimper, reaching your hands out to grab his forearms. He gripped your waist tighter, before pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes closing, before he moved closer, sliding your body closer. He bent down slightly, due to the large height difference between the two of you.

"Fuck, Peter." You gasped, as he pulled your shirt over your head. You looked up at him passionately, before jumping up, your legs wrapping around him. His hands remained at your sides, not touching you in the slightest. He found it incredibly sexy, that you could practically stay with him. You look down at his bright, beautiful face, biting your lip. You leaned down, as his hands reach for your ass, squeezing.

He pushed you against one of the warehouse benches, leaning over. He stopped to admire you for a second. You unbuttoned your skirt and slid the drawstring down seductively, before a hand slipped under your underwear. He rubbed you gently, sliding one hand up to cup your left breast.

He raised his eyebrows, "Damn, y/n." He groaned, tearing at your thighs and tugging at the remaining fabric. He moved your panties aside and licked your clit. You gasped, your fingers curling into his blond hair. He inserted two fingers into your slit, curling them instantly. You wiggled against his fingers, "Mmm, you like that?" The vibrations sent you into overdrive as Peter muttered the dirty words.

"Shit, Pete! Please!"

"Mm-mm." He shakes his head, before returning to sucking on your clit. He pulls away, drying his hands on his trousers, "I have a game to attend sweetheart." You stand up, your eyes bright with anger and disappointment.

"You didn't."

"Didn't what?" He smirked, running a hand through his hair.

"You're an asshole."

"I give you a reason to come back, am I right?" He spreads his arms wide to prove his point. You glare at him and tie up your skirt and shirt. You fixed your hair, while he gave you an amused look. Your storm passed him, you bumped your shoulder into his in "accident".

Peter walks behind you until you reach the gates of the camp, he left a kiss on your cheek. You scream, seeing him wink at you. He puts his helmet back on and runs into the field, excusing himself over the toilet and feeling dizzy. You stare in awe at the scene before running over to Edmund, who raises his eyebrows at you.

"I'll tell Caspian." He stands up, about to run towards your older brother. You push him down, seating him again.

"Tell him what?"

"That you had sex with Peter!" He ran off and you sighed.

"We didn't have sex." You bit your lip and looked at the man who knocked the wind out of you in the sword store, "Not yet."

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tetragonia · 6 days

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Hello! I don't know if you have open requests and this is not my language but I wanted to request Peter Pevensie reacting to deleting his kisses as a joke. Thank you anyway!

hii Anon! thanks for requesting this prompt, it's so cute (also since Peter was my childhood crush, this isn't a hard one to write)! I'm going to write this as a fic, I hope you don't mind<3

Peter Pevensie x F!Reader headcanons

warning: none, pure fluff

You were on a picnic on the beach, feeling the summer wind hit your face

You laughed as the wind suddenly flew Peter’s hat. You got up and reached it, extending your hand to give it back to him

“Thanks, dear.” Peter pulled you down, kissed your cheek

Your eyes sparkled with mischief, wiping your cheek where he kissed you. “Your lips feel warm, it’s a hot day already.”

Peter raised his eyebrows, “Oh, you're quite the mischief-maker, aren't you?"

He looked at you, trying to figure things out. You were unable to hold your laughter as he grabbed your arm

But you were quick: you got up and ran away from him, bare feet touching the warm and soft sand

Peter ran after you, “Oh, you’re going to pay for that, Ma’am.”

Your laugh rang as he grabbed your waist, spun you to fully facing him. He ran his fingers through your disheveled hair, loosen braids hitting the wind.

“Now, why did you wipe my kiss?”

“Because it was warm.”

“That doesn't even make sense," Peter countered your argument. You laughed in his embrace

"You’re infuriating,” you giggled.

Peter rolled his eyes, before smiling and kissing you on the lips.

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an-angels-fury · 3 months

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Two Men in Love

Hey people! Guess who came back with a fresh new Caspeter fanfic?! 😘

A big thanks for @eds-gryff for making 👉 THIS AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL VIDEO 👈 that inspired me to write this piece (that with some luck will receive like... 5 notes or something like that).

I'm really considering to start posting my fics on AO3. Who knows...

Anyway, good reading! 🫶

P.S.: A friendly reminder that English is not my first language, so don't fuck me up, okay?

P.S. 2: The fic's title comes from the song of same name by "The Irrepressibles" (THIS IS THE CASPETER ANTHEM I WON'T ACCEPT CRITICISM! 👌)

P.S. 3: The photos and quotes used on the aesthetic were all found on Pinterest, but the edit was made BY ME. DON'T FUCKING REPOST IT!!! 😡

The afternoon sun was already reaching its peak when Peter took the same usual route back home. He had left early in the morning to travel the long distance to the small village where he cared for his patients. The start of the day had been peaceful and, luckily, no particularly serious medical cases had to be dealt with, just minor incidents such as a 7-year-old girl with a broken ankle after falling from a tree, a lumberjack with a dislocated shoulder and an old fisherman who had some difficulty breathing - a problem definitely related to his advanced age and his addiction to smoking. Unfortunately, no matter how many times Peter warned him about the consequences of excessive cigarette use, it was a harmful habit that the old, stubborn man was not willing to give up.

The doctor was climbing the hill, coat and suitcase in each hand, admiring the green, undulating mounds that decorated the landscape that was beginning to form before his eyes. He couldn't imagine choosing a better place to spend the rest of his life - well, actually there was another place, but it was the only place he already knew he could never return to. For a moment, Peter found himself downcast, the weight of melancholy taking over his chest. It was a feeling he was already familiar with, although it became less constant with each passing year. A king could leave Narnia, but Narnia would never leave him as long as he lived. He was absolutely sure of that.

A loud noise woke him from his cloud of thoughts, and suddenly the bittersweet feeling in his heart disappeared. A dog with yellow fur and big ears came running towards him, barking at the top of his lungs, and the blond man didn't hesitate to drop his things and opened his arms to welcome him. When he least noticed, Peter found himself flung to the ground, laughing like a child as the animal on top of him licked his face, wagging the tail happily. When the dog calmed down from his euphoric state and allowed the poor man to recover, Peter sat down on the grass and scratched the animal's head right behind the ears - exactly in his favorite spot.

- I missed you too, big boy - he said with a big smile on his face.

That sweet moment was interrupted by a whistle coming from not far away. The dog turned his head and remained quiet for a moment, just looking towards the supposed place where the sound had come from. Soon after, a man's voice was heard, calling him by the name. Peter would recognize that beautiful voice from any corner of the world.

- Rhidon!

The animal didn't blink before barking and running away again. Without rushing, Peter got up and walked a few more meters until he finally saw the small cottage that, a few years ago, had become his new home. In front of the door, there was a very happy Caspian carrying Rhidon in his arms as if he were a giant baby. Peter couldn't help but laugh at such an adorable scene. The dark-haired man smiled back at him and made room for him to come in.

- I hope you're hungry. - Caspian said.

- Starving. - Peter joked.

The smell of fresh bread coming from the kitchen reached his nostrils, which quickly remind him that there were still some sweets and baked goods left in the special basket the baker's wife had given him in thanks for taking care of their sick son. Peter sat down at the table and allowed Caspian to serve him.

- Bon appétit. - Caspian placed the plate in front of his companion and leaned over to give him a little smootch.

The young telmarine had no cooking skills when he arrived in England, which was expected of a prince who spent most of his life being served by others around him. Fortunately, because he was a curious person and fascinated with everything that was different and unknown to him - one of the many reasons why Peter had fallen in love with him -, Caspian was quite willing to learn, especially having Susan and Lucy to help him. Although neither of the two boys were masters in the art of cooking, they loved creating new recipes and dishes whenever they had the opportunity. It was one of their favorite pastimes.

The cottage in which they lived was a simple but no less charming place. The walls were painted a beige tone and the windows were adorned with white shutters and small pots of wildflowers outside. It was possible to hear the slight creaking of the boards when walking on the wooden floor, but this was never considered a nuisance for any of the residents - on the contrary, it was considered a relaxing and even inviting sound for both. In the living room, there was a couch and an old armchair where the boys usually sat at the end of the day to relax in front of the cozy heat of the fireplace.

The location of the house couldn't be more perfect either. The cottage was built in a rural area, surrounded by nature and relatively far from any sign of human life. On the other hand, the place still had a considerable distance between the village where Peter always worked - and where he and Caspian went twice a week to buy the supplies and food necessary for their daily lives - and Professor Kirke's mansion, who had become a great friend, confidant and tutor for the two young people since their last adventure in Narnia. He was responsible for helping the Pevensie siblings teach Caspian everything about their reality - he still remembered fondly from time to time of the prince's shocked expression after finding out they all lived in a round world! -, as well as being Peter's greatest guide during his journey to build his career in medicine. The couple made frequent visits to the master's house, where they also met up with Lucy and Edmund - and sometimes Susan as well - to spend the afternoon drinking tea with cookies, telling stories and even plotting little pranks to make fun of the Professor’s poor housekeeper Mrs. McCready, who had already grown new strands of gray hair since the last time they were there. Sometimes it was as if they had never stopped being children.

But the best part of it all was that Peter and Caspian no longer had to worry about hiding their love. They could court, exchange passionate kisses, walk across the field hand in hand, rest their heads on each other's shoulders, lie embraced in the meadow in the sunlight. They were free to express all the affection and intimacy that other lovers shared when were together.

The two sat at the table without saying a word for most of the meal, just exchanging shy smiles and affectionate looks. Even after all these years, they still felt and acted like two teenagers in love.

- And you? Aren't you going to eat? - Peter asked, noticing that Caspian hadn't picked up a plate for himself.

- I had already eaten before you arrived. - Caspian explained - You came back early today. How was your afternoon, doctor?

The blond one smiled at the other man's playful tone and moved his hand towards his, interlacing their fingers. From there, Peter began to tell a little about the patients he had seen that day. The two continued talking for a while until, a few minutes later, they got up and went to the couch in the living room. Peter decided to take a new book from the shelf to start reading - one of those lent by Professor Kirke -, while Caspian allowed him to lie down on his lap and just stayed there, running his fingers through his lover's golden hair and carefully watching the change in his expressions as he flip through the pages of the book in his hands.

Caspian recalled that one of the things that surprised him most when meeting Peter was seeing with his own eyes who the man behind the legend was. From idealization to disappointment to acceptance and, finally, to love, he reached a point where he realized that Peter Pevensie - the flawed, vulnerable being who was willing to carry all the burdens of the world alone for the protection of those he loved most, even that this meant putting his own pain aside and suffering in silence - was much more fascinating than the heroic and majestic figure of "The High King Peter the Magnificent'' that he had learned to adore and idolize since he was a child. He felt honored to be one of the few people to know details—intimate secrets—that couldn't be found in any dusty old history book: like the way Peter's shoulders relaxed when he lay awake at night, incapable of surrendering to sleep, sitting against the window frame watching the stars; the unique and special glow that lit up in his smile whenever Lucy was with him; all the wonderful sounds that escaped his mouth when Caspian touched and kissed him in all the right places every time they made love.

Every touch, every gesture, every perfect imperfection made Peter, his husband - perhaps not officially recognized by the law of men, or even in the eyes of God, but real to them and their dear ones - the extraordinary man he loved so so much. And Caspian hoped he had the rest of their lives to show him that.

After a while, Peter got tired of reading and, in one quick movement, closed the cover of the book and sat down. Curious, Caspian remained quiet, looking at the other man, who soon spoke with a voice full of enthusiasm:

- Let's go outside!

Before he had a chance to react, Peter was already pulling him off the couch and guiding him to the front door. It didn't take a second for Rhidon, who was previously asleep on the floor, to wake up to his owners' excitement and quickly follow them. The three of them ran out into the open air, their messy hair flying in the wind and barefoot, feeling the earth, the fallen leaves and the dew on the green grass under the soles of their feet. At that moment, they were not gentlemen of English society, nor soldiers rebuilding their lives in a chaotic world ravaged by war, much less kings of a land full of talking animals and magical creatures. They were just two happy, carefree boys with indomitable spirits and fire in their hearts. They knew they had everything they needed.

When they were both exhausted and out of breath, Peter and Caspian lay down together and watched the way the setting sun painted the sky in strong shades of orange, pink and red. Well, just Caspian, actually. Peter had all his attention focused on the young telmarine's face. The former prince's beauty never went unnoticed in his eyes, even at a time when he still believed to despise him with every fiber of his being. Honestly, the fact that the High King felt so captivated by those piercing black pupils, that tanned skin, those long dark locks that fell over Caspian's broad shoulders in beautiful waves only served to make him even more annoyed with the other’s mere presence.

Not that this was the first time a man had made Peter feel this way. Apparently, romantic relationships between people of the same gender had always been seen as something natural in Narnia, which surprised him at first, considering the fact that he was raised in a world where such an attitude was seen as something abnormal and, at worst, a crime. He remembered the few occasions he had got the attention of some members of the court and messengers from neighboring kingdoms during his and his siblings' reign. There were times when he corresponded and even took the attraction game further. But none of his suitors had ever made Peter feel what he felt when he was with Caspian. And at first, it terrified him. It did because, even after so many years, he still heard voices whispering in his mind, calling him cursed names.

Sick. Unclean. Aberration. Sinner.

But with Caspian, something changed. Those aggressive words began to lose their force. All it took was the sweetness of his smile or hearing him call Peter’s name and suddenly, all the noise inside him was reduced to the purest silence. Now, he could hold Caspian's hand without feeling dirty. He could say "I love you" in its truest meaning without feeling the weight of guilt taking over his heart. He finally allowed himself to feel pleasure, not shame, in being hugged, kissed, touched and, above all, loved by his partner.

You love him and he loves you. You are happy. You are not hurting anyone. There is nothing wrong with that.

You are not broken. You don't need fixing.

Peter stayed like this, lying on the taller man's shoulder, admiring the calm and dreamy expression on his face.

- That's what I love most. - Caspian broke the silence, his voice calm.

- What?

- Moments like this, where we can be alone. Just you and me.

And then came the smile. That damn stupid, charming smile that always made a warm blush rise to his cheeks. And there was only one thing Peter could - and desperately needed - to do about it. He propped himself up on both elbows, held Caspian's face between his hands and pressed his lips against his, giving him a long, slow, fervent kiss.

That's what made Caspian so beautiful, the blond man told himself: it wasn't just his physical beauty, but all the color and beauty he brought to Peter's world. And he had no words to describe the extent of his gratitude for having this wonderful human being by his side.

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The night was calm. The only sounds in the room were the continuous music playing on the radio station and a gentle breeze that blew against the glass of the closed windows. Even after they had already eaten dinner, Peter returned to sit at the table in the kitchen to pay attention to issues related to his work. He was analyzing some notes he had written over the last few weeks related to the project of a new clinic. For a long time, Peter saw medicine as a chance to wash his soul of all the blood he had shed in his former existence, to use his hands to heal and save lives instead of taking them. He wanted to prove to himself that he could be much more than a weapon, an instrument for violence and death. And in the end, he succeeded. But he wanted it to be just the beginning of an even bigger plan.

The young man was so deep in his thoughts that he almost jumped out of his chair when he heard the clinking of the saucer being placed on the table. Peter soon felt the hot steam from the teacup being blown into his face.

- To keep you awake. - Caspian's gentle voice reached his ears.

- I'm not that tired. - Peter replied without looking up from the papers - You know, you don't need to pamper me all the time. I'm already grown up.

Caspian just snorted at his husband's typical petulance. It was a silly behavior he was already quite used to.

- But that's how our relationship works: you take care of everyone. And I - he paused his sentence to approach and kiss Peter's left cheek and only then completed - I take care of you. So, accept this at once and stop complaining.

All Peter did was roll his eyes and simply accept his lover's affectionate gesture.

- Thank you. - Peter said, this time in a more delicate and less irritated tone. In return, Caspian held one of his hands and placed a kiss on his fingers, letting his lips take time to caress that pale, soft skin. When that contact finally ceased, the telmarine was taken by surprise when he noticed the way the man sitting in front of him stared back at him, following his every slightest movement, without ever looking away.

Peter's eyes were the first thing that caught Caspian's attention when they met. Those blue eyes, deep and clear as the ocean, sometimes calm and peaceful, sometimes restless and stormy, where giant waves crashed and broke against each other. Caspian always felt like he found a new adventure every time he looked into those eyes, a new secret to be revealed, a new dark corner to be found, an infinite number of possibilities and mysteries that would be impossible to discover in a single life. Even those who called themselves the bravest explorers would be intimidated by the sight of those turbulent and unpredictable waters, but Caspian wasn't one of them. He came from a long lineage of pirates, the daring and danger of the seas ran through his veins. He was not afraid of drowning - in fact, he gladly embraced this possibility.

Suddenly, a slow, romantic ballad started playing on the radio, waking the two lovers from their frenzy - or maybe it was just carrying them into a new dream.

- Would you give me the privilege of follow me in this dance? - Caspian invited him, speaking in a low, deep voice in a way that let his Spanish accent even more evident. He knew very well the effect such seductive move used to have on Peter and how to use it to his advantage.

- The tea will get cold. - the other one stammered in a failed attempt to disguise the desire that took his breath away.

The dark-haired man just chuckled cheekily.

- Just shut up.

Peter didn't even try to retort as he knew that any form of resistance would be futile. He just stood up and let Caspian guide them to the little slice of Heaven the two of them shared.

Since the first time he and his siblings were sent away from Narnia, Peter didn't believe that he would ever be able to feel such genuine joy in worldly things again, like taking an afternoon nap in the shade of a tree, inhaling the scent of the pages of a book when you open it, feeling a snowflake melting on your tongue or even practicing small acts of altruism and kindness on a daily basis that were capable of transforming lives in miraculous ways - he also quickly learned that he didn’t need to be a powerful hero to help those who needed it most.

And of course, dancing at night in the middle of the kitchen with your love. It was another one of his favorite pastimes. Two bodies united, moving in time and space. Heart against heart, beating like drums, sharing the same melody. They were flames, burning and turning everything around them into shadows and smoke, until there was nothing left but the music and two souls naked in the starlight.

The tea was left forgotten on the top of the table, along with all his responsibilities. At that moment, Peter's only reality was Caspian's hair tangled between his fingers, those strong arms running around his hips and the heat of the young man’s lips brushing the skin of his neck. He had never felt so much pleasure in being totally surrendered. All Peter could do was close his eyes, sigh deeply, and just exist.

After that, it's not known exactly how much time has passed. Any sense of hours or minutes became completely clouded and scattered. One moment, the two men were standing in the kitchen and the next, they had been magically transported to the bedroom, taking off their clothes and continuing their dance, but this time, to a rhythm that only they could hear. It was an old song of which only they knew the notes, the rests and the chords. They were the only ones who knew which parts of the body they needed to touch with their hands or mouth to make the other moan, scream and sing.

At the end of the act, the two found themselves thrown onto the messy bed sheets, sweaty bodies intertwined in the darkness. Peter rested his forehead against Caspian's collarbone and closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of his skin and concentrating on the heavy rise and fall of the boy's chest. Then, he felt Caspian wrap his arms around him and slowly slide his hands down his back, massaging specific points on his spine with circular movements of his thumbs. It was a calm, relaxing sensation that made all the tension in the blond's muscles disappear, allowing him to sink into a deep sleep.

It was still something strange to him, being with someone who made him feel safe, protected. In most situations, it was Peter who was forced to take on the mantle of protector, as the eldest brother and as king. It was a challenge to give up this role that he had imposed on himself for so long. It took patience and reflection for him to finally understand that his family was no longer in danger, that the war was already over. That he didn't need to fight anymore. Of course, there were still days when he was haunted by terrible echoes of the past, nights when he woke up to the sound of his own crying and the screams in his head, afternoons when he walked very attentively down the street or stood still for a minute in front of the cottage’s door in an unusual state of alert, as if he feared that something bad was about to happen at any moment.

Now, everything had changed. Peter had found someone he could show his demons to and he knew they wouldn't run away. Not that he had never been vulnerable when he was around his siblings. It was hard not to be when the four of them knew each other better than anyone else: Susan could read his thoughts with just a single look. After years of fighting side by side on the battlefield, Peter and Edmund's minds worked as one, always predicting and preceding each other's every move and strategy. Lucy's presence was enough to calm the storm of emotions that shook his insides.

But with Caspian, that feeling had a different flavor. It wasn't better, nor worse, it was just… new. Peter would face a thousand armies out of love for his family and his kingdom. The love he felt for Caspian made him want to lay down his sword and strip off his armor forever. It was the kind of love that made him want to live, not just survive.

Yes, sometimes all a king needed was a safe haven to lean on. Sometimes, what a king needed most was just someone he could be weak with.

#bia's failed attempt at writing #also I beg you all to please ignore any possible historical inaccuracy in this 🙏#I didn't specify the time in which the story takes place but I imagined it like 5-6 years after the ending of “Prince Caspian (movie-verse)#oh and can I mention HOW BEAUTIFUL 40's SONGS ARE?!!! I'm just commenting 'cause I heard many 40's vibes playlists on youtube #to get some inspiration while writing this fic and OMG I FELT SO RELAXED AND NOSTALGIC (FROM A TIME I WASN'T EVEN BORN) IT'S SO CRAZY!!!! 😍#the chronicles of narnia #chronicles of narnia #narnia #tcon #c.s. lewis #narnia au #peter pevensie #caspian x #prince caspian #caspeter #caspian x peter #peter x caspian #william moseley #ben barnes #disney #fanfiction #narnia fanfiction #narnia fic #narnia aesthetic #aesthetic #aesthetic moodboard #my edits #oneshot #one shot #my writing

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fandomshatepeopleofcolor · 4 months

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Continuing the conversation about attractive white men being woobofied by the fandom can you imagine how different fan reaction would be to Joffrey Baratheon if someone like William Moseley had been cast to play him? In the books he’s described as ridiculously good looking.

you're here because of these previous asks

ok so I had to look up William Moseley? but here he is from the chronicles of narnia

Like my memory of the early GOT fandom there very much were Joffrey stans tho? Like yeah not to the same levels of kylo ren but it did exist. luckily tho he died 3 years in so we were saved from it growing to the levels of say walter white. (using him as an example because he's another white dude that's not handsome was very much the villain and still had loads of fans).

mod ali

#walter white #white villains #fhpoc asks #joffrey baratheon

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tending-the-hearth · 2 months

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Yes to all of that!! I’ll help write the thesis because I too love their relationship in the films.

Another moment that stands out to me is Peter openly crying for Edmund when he realizes how hurt he is and that he may lose him. To everyone else he’s this strong and magnificent warrior and leader, but in that moment he’s just Peter who promised his mum he’d keep his siblings safe. I can’t imagine the intense fear he must have been experiencing, knowing that there was a very real chance that promise could be broken.

(omg so so sorry it took me forever to answer this i got the flu and it knocked me tf out lmao)

LITERALLY INSANE OVER THEM LIKE MR WILLIAM MOSELEY HAD NO RIGHT FOR HIS ACTING TO BE THAT INSANELY PERFECT IN THAT MOVIE

that's one of the things i absolutely adore in the first movie. for the first half, Peter is so obsessed with taking his father's place, fitting that role because that's what he's expected to do. he can't be the big brother, he has to be the dad. and once they're in Narnia and they hear the prophecy, now Peter has to be king, so that's his role, and he has to do that perfectly or else something will go wrong.

and it isn't until Edmund's come back, and Peter's seen that he's safe, and all his siblings are safe, that he settles back into that big brother position. literally the first thing he says to Edmund when he gets back is a joke, his focus is totally back on his siblings, even him trying to convince them to go home is from the point of view of a big brother.

and Peter seeing Edmund lying on that battlefield, it's the moment where of course he's in complete shock and completely and utterly helpless. He's a teenager, he's not supposed to be seeing war like his father is, it's one of the only moments we get of him acting like a child, being terrified and looking for someone older, someone more responsible to take the reins. He's able to help his siblings to a point, but he can't bring his little brother back from the dead. and that's where his fear comes from.

that's also another short i've been planning on writing, on Mr. Pevensie coming home and seeing the same haunted fear that he sees in his soldier friends' eyes echoed in the eyes of his children...

(and we get that same parallel of "king learning to be a big brother again" in the second movie, with the shift happening more towards the end after Peter faces off against Jadis, and Edmund stops her, and he has the talk with Lucy!)

#hearth overanalyzes #the chronicles of narnia #peter pevensie #edmund pevensie

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I'm gonna be honest, I don't have much hope for the Red, White and Royal Blue movie, if they ever even get around to releasing it. I think the guy who plays Henry was chosen because he played Pierce Brosnan's character's son Prince Charming in Cinderella bc tbh he looks like a Ken doll. Kissing Booth guy is way too beefcake and has zero sparkle to play Alex. Alex Claremont-Diaz is all about sparkle.

More than anything it's produced by Greg Berlanti, worst white gay to happen to network TV. Speaking as someone who was obsessed with his DCTv shows, Love, Simon was the only worthwhile thing he's ever done, and even that doesn't make up for his studio's treatment of Keiynan Lonsdale and literally every actor they've ever worked with, especially women and actors of colour. He and his merry band of ghouls need to go out of business yesterday. His brand of queer "representation" is pure white cis het respectability politics, built on sexual harrassment, racism, misogyny, worker exploitation and white privilege. I do not want this man and his toxic waste dump to get their hands on any more artists or crew of colour.

RW&RB works because it's a political wish fulfillment fantasy by a queer person that advocates for something more than just white liberal guff. Berlanti is nothing but that. Considering how much further left the young queer zeitgeist has moved since the book was published in 2019, what with the 2020 BLM protests and covid, the movie should also reflect that in order to represent queer people of colour. If not, you're just putting vulnerable people in the hands of racists and misogynists to tokenize characters of colour and erase our actual interests.

Anyway, my fancast for Alex is young Tyler Posey (bisexual Latino anyone?) and Henry is young William Moseley. Both are too old now to play the roles; fortunately the landscape of my imagination is much richer and more timeless than any live-action adaptation.

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #first prince #anti greg berlanti #cis white gays are a disease #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #tyler posey #bradley james #rwrb fancast #racism #queer lit #queer media #lgbtqia #anti-blackness #misogyny #qpoc

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𝐑𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 ... 𝑤𝘩𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑒?

I have a few men in mind. (In order of the gifs) 1. Winston Duke (Listen, listen. He has the height, the intimidating muscles that I envisioned of Rowan. I think it would be an interesting take on the character where it goes against the book. Well, I mean SJM writes ‘tanned’ and ‘golden skin’ a lot.

2. Zane Holtz. Okay so I stumbled across this actor and I have to say, imagine him in a white wig/ bleached hair and he has it. That look, you know? The cocky arrogance that Rowan so rightly has.

3. William Moseley (if he got a tan? Is that rude to say?) I mean I feel as if he would bring femininity to the role. And many fans would love to find out he was in Narnia, but to me, he’s at the bottom of the list.

4. Alexander Ludwig. His acting in Vikings was the highlight of watching the show. Well, one of the highlights. He’s such an amazing actor and has been in a lot of stuff. So it wouldn’t be like having this HUGE mega star in the adaptation. But not like it’s career-breaking for an up-and-coming actor.

5. Chris Hemsworth. Okay... I feel like this is a bit cursed to say but I do think he would be a good Rowan. But is he too old? Too famous? Probably. I just wanted to put him out there.

6. Jordan Patrick Smith. Again with an actor from Vikings, I’m sorry. They just have an abundance of talent.

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imagine if georgie henley anna popplewell and william moseley had successful acting careers post-narnia. life could be a dream

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character profile - Flynn Ryder {invisible}

G E N E R A L I N F O R M A T I O N Name: Flynn Octavian Ryder Nickname: N/A Gender: Male Birthplace: London, England Birthdate: August 29 Age: 38 Current Residence: London, England Employer: Ministry of Magic, Department of Magical Law Enforcement Occupation: Auror Blood: Pureblood

A P P E A R A N C E Height: 6’ 0 Hair: Dirty blonde Eyes: Sea green Dominant Hand: Right Other: Possesses a faint beard

Playby: William Moseley

B I O G R A P H I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N (At age 22)

Flynn Rider is your typical little geeky photographer; the slow kid on the school field trips who always lagged behind, ogling at the statues with his old fashioned Polaroid Muggle camera clasped tightly to his chest. He was the one who always got what everyone called "lost;" but to Flynn, he was only on an adventure.

Ever since he was little, Flynn was often told that he had a wild imagination. But even as he got older, Flynn never admitted that to himself; instead, he claimed that he just saw everything else differently. He saw stories emerging from even the smallest of things just by gazing at them, and he wanted to capture the emotion and feeling in everything that he saw so that others could see what he did. When he went to Hogwarts, he was in Hufflepuff House, and even there was sometimes picked on for his rather dreamy and creative nature.

Sort of clumsy since he takes so much time surveying his surroundings, Flynn is always paying attention to detail; that is, stuff that attracts his attention enough to photograph it. So he is also easily distracted; so much that he sometimes loses focus on what's more important. His hobby has taken over his life, so to speak; and now he is a wanderer, traveling the world ever since he had left Hogwarts. He takes up odd jobs here and there, and has never stayed in the same place twice, save his hometown in London.

Flynn needs to be grounded for sure. He is a lost soul, unknowingly trying to find himself and his purpose. He always subconsciously thought that finding beauty in other things would help him find his own.

(Sixteen years later…)

Just after he turned 22, Flynn Ryder's true tale was revealed. Instead of a halfblood as he always portrayed himself to be, Flynn is actually a pureblood. Truly from London, he did not grow up in a poorer household as many would imagine. In fact, it was quite the opposite: his family is rich and rather powerful, his father in charge of the Auror department of the Ministry. He runs the place, making sure that criminals are found and locked up where they belong. No one has ever been on the run and free for too long.

Except Flynn.

His father, John Ryder, is actually his step-father. His mother, Amelia, married him a few years after her husband was killed at the Battle of Hogwarts. Flynn was young, but he remembers how much his mother changed upon marrying him. She no longer is bubbly and happy; instead, she worried over him and everyone wanted him to become a great Auror like John. His biological father had been not quite as heroic as John, having loved the beauty of the forest and nature (a trait that Amelia clearly saw in Flynn). Amelia wanted him to be successful in life, and that stress was what changed her the most.

Flynn immersed himself in the Muggle writings, finding Shakespeare one of many who seemed to have beauty woven in his words. He tried to create poetry and the like, but found in the end that photography was where his strengths were, as well as the ability to discover more natural, almost rarer beauty. It had taken him several years to learn that; not until he was thirteen and his mother was "happily" married to John.

To make a long story short, Flynn and John never seem to meet eye-to-eye. John saw Flynn as "unruly" and "delicate," almost like the stereotypical rich, spoiled boy. And it was that notion that brought him down the most. Practically shoved into the Ministry to try and prove himself, Flynn took his job at the Daily Prophet where he struggled greatly with the time pressures and ridicule. The other reporters often mocked his pictures, making fun of the time he spent taking each one. He became nothing more than the spoiled rich kid who was only in it because his "father" had the power to make it so.

Flynn hated the prejudice he endured. He wanted independence, to find himself, and to show the world how much his photography meant to him and could mean to others. Most of all, he wanted to show that he could do anything on his own, without the help of money, status, or anyone else. At seventeen years old, fresh out of Hogwarts and only two months into his Prophet job, Flynn just… vanished.

No one could find him. Not even John's Aurors. Flynn knows all of the tricks that can help him get by without being caught, choosing more Muggle methods than wizardry ones: not filling everything out on applications, spending barely enough time in a place to really associate with anyone, only occasionally using magic, never using Floo Powder, he altered his last name slightly, and rarely Apparated. Walking was his main mode of transportation, and areas barren of people are his favorite locations.

Once did he return to the little country house that he had once grown up in before his mother's second marriage; and in the process, he was nearly caught. He knew that John and Amelia were still hunting for him. He knew what would happen when he will return: the Ryders would celebrate and then he would be married to the daughter of a friend. And that was exactly what happened when he was captured. Stuck back in the life he loathes, Flynn is married to Catherine and they have a sixteen year old son named Harmon.

His wealthy background has allowed him to pick up languages rather easily; but his poorer days still allow clumsiness, lack of arrogance, and absence of certain manners to pull through.

C O N N E C T I O N S Marriage: Catherine Ryder Children: Harmon Ryder, Louis Boutin Romance: Eva Boutin…? Tension: Eva Boutin, Louis Boutin, Catherine Ryder, John & Amelia Ryder

O T H E R T H I N G S Education: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Hufflepuff House Wand: Reed, ten inches, unicorn hair Sexuality: Straight Spoken Languages: English, tiny bit of French Likes: Taking pictures of beautiful things, spending time with Harmon Dislikes: Being an Auror Song: Invisible Man - Theory of a Deadman

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And a faceclaim for Luxembourg and The Netherlands?

I never really thought of any faceclaims for Bel's brothers, but guess what I've been searching the web for in this last hour or so, anon!!

I really like Hunter Parrish as Ned. I remember seeing the actor in the netflix series 'Ratched' and thinking "oh he's tall... stick his hair up and he could look like Ned." Than I looked at his IMDB and...

Now Lux is so much harder to find a faceclaim for. Especially cuz there are very few celebrities who have their hair covering half their face. I want him to look younger than Ned and Bel but not too young, you know? I also imagine him looking more like his sister (rounder, softer features) than his brother (sharper, angular features). So the best I could come up with was William Moseley in his ‘Narnia’-period, when he still had the Bieber-haircut.

(He's normally all smiles, like his sister, but he's trying to imitate his brother in this post cuz he looks up to him so sssshhhhh)

#hetalia #hws netherlands #hws luxembourg #aph netherlands #aph luxembourg #hetalia faceclaims #hws #aph #hws benelux #tulip siblings #answered asks #anonymous #this was harder than i though it would be #still not really satisfied with both of them #especially lux #so if you have a better suggestion anon #send it my way!!#mae collects

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Forever Yours Pt. 8

Peter Pevensie x Reader

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Requested prompt?: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 6320

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Master List

Warnings Here

You can listen to the story be read out loud here.

Post Date: September 20th 2022

Post Time: 9:40 pm

This is almost it guys... This is almost the end. We have now officially hit the half way mark of our story and its kind of sad that we are here, but we are so excided to get started on the second book for this. I personally can't wait for all of you to read the ending to this one. As of right now we are unsure of how many more chapters there will be in this one, but we do know there will at least be one to two more, maybe three more depending on where me {Faith} the main writer will take the ending. So please just continue to support and love, we love all of the support you have already given us.

Please refrain from stealing our work, thank you and please enjoy!!!

Y/n’s Pov:

We all grow quiet as she starts to walk to Aslan. As she walks past us, she glares at Edmund and I pull him into a side hug, making her glare at me. Peter then wraps a protective arm around me as I hold onto his brother.

“You have a traitor in your midst, Aslan,” The witch taunts as she comes to a stop and looks to the mighty lion.

People start to murmur and Edmund looks down in shame. I keep him against my side and give him a squeeze of reassurance. He looks up at me, giving me a light smile and I offer a small smile of encouragement back.

“His offense was not against you,” Aslan speaks up after a small moment of silence.

“Have you forgotten the laws upon which Narnia was built?” The white witch taunts again and Aslan growls.

“Do not cite the deep magic to me, witch,” Aslan speaks authoritatively, emphasizing the word witch with malice. “I was there when it was written,” Aslan adds in a very deep, strong voice as he plants his feet.

“Then you’ll remember well that every traitor belongs to me,” the witch explains in a very conniving tone.

My face falls and I look to Peter as he lets go of me now. I watch as he visibly gets more angry with every word that comes out of the witch's mouth. His hand goes to his sword's hilt.

“His blood is my property,” she continues to explain with a smirk on her face.

I then watch as Peter takes his sword out with an audible “schwing” sound. I let go of Edmund as Peter steps out in front of us.

“Try and take him, then!” Peter yells out, making the witch turn to us.

I let out a light gasp as a minotaur behind the witch lets out a light huff as he raises his weapon. I try to reach forward for Peter, but Edmund grabs my hand and pulls me back. I look at him as if to ask him what he’s doing and he just shakes his head at me.

“Do you really think that mere force will deny me my right?” The witch asks Peter and he stays silent, but keeps his sword held up.

“Little king? she adds on as if mocking Peter before turning back to Aslan.

Peter looks down before taking a step back, and that’s when Edmund lets go of me. I move slightly closer to Peter before grabbing his hand and squeezing. He resheaths his sword before taking a small step back with me.

“Aslan knows that unless I have blood, as the law demands,” the witch starts as she stares at Aslan with a fire in her eyes, “All of Narnia will be overturned and parish in fire and water!” She turns to the crowd behind her and some let out gasps.

“That boy will die! On the stone table,” she states as she points straight at Edmund, making both Peter and I look at him.

“As is tradition,” she adds before looking from Edmund to Aslan again.

“You dare not refuse me!” she exclaims, her voice bold and dark as she holds eye contact with the magnificent lion himself.

“Enough!” Aslan declares loudly and everything goes quiet for a moment as we all wait for what he has to say.

“I shall talk with you alone,” Aslan tells the witch before turning to his tent.

The white witch straightens up before following him to the tent. We all watch with bated breath and confusion, and soon one by one Narnians start to sit down. Edmund then plops on the ground with Lucy following suit, then Susan.

I sit down next, but Peter stays standing for a moment before he starts to get restless. He starts to pace, making his siblings and I look at him questioningly. Eventually I sigh and get up.

“Pete. Come on, sit down. No need to work yourself up over this,” I speak as I reach out and grab his hand.

“She’s right, Peter! I’m very sure Aslan’s working though it right now. Aslan does have a way with his words…” Lucy agrees as I sit back down and pull Peter with me.

“I hate to say it, but they're both right. Aslan knows how to get me out of this. Which he really shouldn’t need to… I should have known better,” Edmund admits with a shake of his head before he looks down and starts to pick at the grass.

“No, Ed, you're wrong. She manipulated you, you did nothing wrong. Just trusted the wrong person. We all tend to do that sometimes,” I explain and he shrugs, still not looking up.

“Yeah… but I shouldn’t have. I betrayed you all and for that, I am sorry,” Edmund fights back and I shake my head, getting ready to say something.

“Ed, we already forgave you. Stop putting yourself down. Any one of us could have made that mistake,” Susan explains and Lucy grins at her.

“Peter wouldn’t have…” Edmund sadly speaks and Peter’s eyebrow arches.

“Ed… had I been your age and no experience in any of the world, I probably very well would have,” Peter explains and that’s when Edmund chooses to look up.

“Really?” Edmund asks his older brother in surprise and Peter nods.

It goes quiet again as we all play with the grass and it stays that way for a while, but soon I feel Peter turn before jumping up off the ground. As Peter stands up, all the Narnians follow as he turns to watch the tent. The white witch pushes the curtains of the tent aside in a very hostile manner.

Peter turns for a split second and makes eye contact with me. He holds his hand out and helps me up, but still keeps his body turned to the tents as she starts to walk out. As she walks, the Narnians get agitated, but it doesn’t phase her as she keeps her stare on Edmund.

She then turns and walks away, not uttering one word as Aslan comes out. She walks back over to her throne and Aslan watches for a moment before turning to look at Edmund. It’s quiet for a moment as it looks like Aslan thinks over what he’s going to say.

“She has renounced her claim on the Son of Adam's blood,” Aslan announces, causing all the Narnians to cheer and clap.

Peter grabs at Edmund’s shoulder and shakes him a bit. Susan and I both hug him from the sides and Lucy smiles up at him. Peter keeps a hand on his shoulder, but has his arm around me now and he smiles down at me.

“How do I know your promise will be kept?” The white witch interrupts all the cheering and we all fall silent again.

Aslan lets out a mighty roar, effectively silencing her and she quickly sits down. Both me and Peter let out small chuckles as some of the Narnians laugh at her. It’s quiet for not even a moment after Aslan roars before all the Narnians are cheering once more. Peter lets go of Edmund as Lucy launches herself into him.

Edmund happily hugs Lucy back and even picks her up to swing her around. Susan hugs Peter, who hugs me from the other side. Edmund sets Lucy back down but keeps his hands on her shoulders as they smile at each other.

Peter and Susan let go of one another, but Peter keeps me wrapped up in his arms. I look up at the witch and she glares at me for a moment. She then goes glaring back at Aslan as her minions turn around and start walking out of the camp.

Peter squeezes me, making me look up at him. He gives me a worried look and I place my hand on his chest, shaking my head at him to signal that I’m ok. He takes a minute as if to really make sure I’m ok before he’s smiling and lifting me off the floor, making me giggle. The beavers come over to us and join in on the happiness of the moment.

I turn just as Peter puts me back down and I see Lucy’s smile fall. I follow her gaze to see she’s looking at Aslan, who looks a little sad. He gives her a small bow before walking back to his tent. I leave Peter and walk over to her.

“I’m sure all is well, Lu,” I say before pulling her into a hug.

“And I’m sure you're right. He just looked so…” she trails off, trying to think of how to say it.

“Sad? Disappointed?“ I fill in for her and she nods. “Let’s just enjoy this moment though,” she adds on with a smile.

I smile back at her before she turns to some dwarfs behind her and I turn back to Peter. He pulls me in again and I can’t help but smile when he places a kiss on my cheek.

~Time Skip~

It’s now starting to get dark and we just finished dinner. Peter stands up from his seated position at our makeshift table and holds a hand out to me. I reach up, grabbing his hand and he helps me up. The girls and Edmund stand up after me.

“Well, I suppose it’s bedtime then?” Susan asks and we all turn to her.

“I suppose it is. Y/n, will you be sleeping with us?” Lucy asks, looking at me and I turn to look at Peter.

“I think I’m going to go with Peter this time. I have less nightmares with him,” I explain as I turn back to the younger girl, who just smiles at me.

“Ok! See you in the morning then,” Lucy happily agrees before skipping off towards the girls’ tent.

“Well, goodnight then. Sleep well,” Susan says as she shakes her head before looking back at me.

“Goodnight, Susan. You sleep well too,” I agree with a nod of my head.

“Night, Su!” Ed chimes in after me.

“Night, Susan. Sleep well,” Peter chimes in as well.

Susan smiles softly before giving a light nod. She then turns and follows Lucy to the tent. I turn around and start towards the boys’ tent.

Peter comes up next to me and takes my hand as Edmund runs to be just in front of us. Once he’s maybe a few feet in front of us, he turns around and gives me a sweet smile before giving Peter a funny face. He turns back around before fully running into the tent and I giggle as Peter shakes his head.

I swing our hands as we continue to follow Edmund into the big tent. Edmund looks up at us from his bed as we enter before turning onto his side. Peter lets out a small chuckle as he shakes his head and we walk over to his bed.

Peter pulls the blankets back and lets me get in first then he climbs in next to me. He then pulls me into his side and I cuddle up close.

“G’night y/n/n,” Peter mutters before he leaves a kiss on my forehead.

“G’night Petey,” I tiredly whisper out as I try to snuggle a little closer.

He lets out a hum of contentment before his breath starts to even out. I smile lightly and reach up to kiss his cheek before settling back in. My eyes slowly close and I’m swept into my dreams.

It’s not until the early morning that I slowly start to wake up and when I do, it’s to a cold brush of air on my cheek. I scrunch up my nose and Peter’s hand moves off my hip as he rubs at his cheek. Then all of a sudden, Peter gasps as he jumps up and grabs his sword.

Edmund just watches as Peter holds his sword out to the figure of leaves standing in front of us. Edmund and I give each other a glance as Peter still holds his sword out.

“Be still, my princes and princess,” the figure of leaves speaks to us in a feminine tone as she holds a hand out to us.

Again, Edmund and I share a glance before I look at Peter. Peter and I share a glance before he looks back at Edmund then back to the figure of leaves.

“I bring grave news from your sisters,” the figure of leaves continues on and Peter slowly puts his sword down. Peter nods for her to continue on and she nods.

“King Aslan is dead. Slain by the white which,” the figure of leaves tells us and I gasp, looking at Peter. His eyes are wide.

“That can’t be…” Edmund whispers out in shock and I shake my head.

“How did we not see it coming?” I ask and Peter shakes his head.

“I don’t know… how do we know what you're telling us is true?” Peter asks as he looks at the figure of leaves.

“My Prince. Search your heart, you know it to be true. However, if you still do not believe it, your sister Lucy told me to tell you to look in his tent. Surly he won’t be there if it is true,” the figure proposes and Peter nods.

“Well, let’s go see then, shall we?” he asks as he looks between me and Edmund.

Peter sits up as does Edmund and I. We all slowly make our way out of the beds before Peter puts his sword on his hip. Together we all walk out of the tent and over to Aslan’s.

As we come up to the tent we see Oreius standing outside in front of a table. He looks up at us with shock before bowing.

“My Princes and Princess. What can I do for you?” he asks as he raises to look at us.

“We were given some grave news and have come to see if it is true…” Peter explains and Oreius bows again.

“Of course, my Prince. Anything, just ask for it,” Oreius expresses with a firm nod.

“I’ll go look in the tent. You two stay out here,” Peter orders, making me and Edmund nod in agreement.

With a sigh and squeeze of my hand, Peter walks over to the tent. Me and Edmund watch until Peter disappears, holding our breath.

“You know he went and died in my place, right?” Edmund pipes up as he leans against the table with his head down.

“Ed… I’m sure he was only doing what he knew to do best,” I justify and Edmund shakes his head.

“He died for me, y/n…” Edmund chokes out, making me sigh as I walk over and rub his back.

Peter then walks out of the tent with a grave look on his face. He solemnly walks over to us at the table and I frown.

“She’s right…” he tells us when he gets about halfway to the table.

“He’s gone…” Peter continues with a choked tone as he leans his fists against the table.

I walk over to Peter and he looks at me before lifting an arm around my shoulder. He pulls me into a side hug as I let out a sniffle and it grows quiet for a moment.

“Then you’ll have to lead us…” Edmund speaks up, making both me and Peter turn to look at him.

“Peter, there’s an army out there and it’s ready to follow you,” Edmund continues and Peter hesitates as he looks at Edmund, then me.

“I can’t!” Peter shouts out and I shake my head as Peter lets go of me before putting his fist back on the table in front of him as he looks at Edmund.

“Aslan believed you could,” Edmund notes and Peter looks away from him.

“And so do I,” Edmund adds on, but Peter still looks hesitant.

“Pete. You’ve got this. We all believe in you,” I chime in and finally Peter looks up at us.

His face shows pure determination that makes me and Edmund smile at each other. Peter then gives Edmund a small smile of appreciation as he reaches down and grabs my hand that’s on the table next to his.

“The witch’s army is nearing, sire. What are your orders?” Oreius informs and Peter quickly starts to look over the table with the battle plans laid out.

Peter looks over it for a few minutes before coming up with a plan. He quickly explains to Oreius what he needs and the minotaur nods before walking off.

“You two go get some armor on. It’s going to be a nasty fight,” Peter orders as he looks at me and Edmund.

“You need armor too, Petey,” I tell him and he nods in agreement.

“Don’t worry. I promise you I’ll go get mine in a minute.” He squeezes my hand, but I still refuse to leave him.

“Ed. You go ahead, I’ll catch up,” I comment and Edmund nods before walking off.

“Petey…” I whisper out as I wrap my arm around his arm.

“Stay safe, please…” I tell him and he sighs before turning so he can wrap both arms around me.

“I promise I will. You stay safe too, ok? I can’t lose you,” he agrees as he leans his head against mine.

“I promise,” I tell him as I nod against his forehead and he smiles.

“Remind me when this is all over that I owe you something,” he states as he grins and I giggle.

“And what would you owe me, Pete? You already do so much for me and your siblings. I don’t really think you owe me anything. If anything, I owe you…” I joke before biting at my lower lip as he chuckles.

“I’ll always owe you. You make me stronger,” he tells me and my heart feels like it bursts in my chest.

“Awe, Pete… You make me stronger too,” I agree as I bring my hand up to stroke his cheek and he leans into it.

“And to answer your other question… I owe you a kiss,” he affirms as he starts to grin.

“Well, how could I say no to that then? Of course I’ll remind you,” I beam at him and he nods before reluctantly stepping away from me.

“Now go get your armor on…” he jokingly orders and I giggle.

“Sir, yes sir,” I say as I jokingly salute him and he chuckles, shaking his head.

I giggle before turning around and walking back the opposite way. I get about half way away from him.

“Hey!” he calls out from behind me, making me stop and turn to look at him.

“I love you,” he tells me with a grin and I smile.

“I love you too, Pete,” I reply with a soft smile his way before turning around and continuing to walk away.

~Time Skip~

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After getting my armor on, I walk out of the tent before walking up to the hill where Edmund stands. He’s talking with Mr. Beaver, who motions to me and Edmund turn to look at me. Edmund nods at me before taking his stance again.

I walk over and stand next to him as we watch the witch’s army advance closer. Our griffins fly overhead and one flies past us before landing next to Peter.

“You should be down there with him,” Edmund speaks up and I shake my head.

“You know he’d feel safer with me in the back lines, Ed,” I tell him and he hums at me.

“Yes, but you are queen. You can do whatever you see fit,” Edmund notes and I nod before giving him a stern look.

“Ed. I may be queen or princess or whatever, but Peter still comes over me. He feels I’d be better up here, then that’s where I’ll be. Will I be scared watching over him from up here? Yes, but I trust Peter,” I explain and Edmund nods.

“Ok… I was just saying you could be,” he reiterates before turning to watch once more.

The griffin lands before saying something to Peter and I watch as he turns to Oreius. They talk for a moment before Peter turns to look out over the field again, shaking his head lightly. Me and Edmund share a look and there’s a tense pause as we watch them advance a little more.

Soon a Minotaur is standing on a rock across from us. He plants his feet firmly before letting out a loud roar. He then lifts his weapon into the air and the rest of the witch’s army comes running over the hill. The witch rolls up in a carriage pulled by polar bears and stops next to the Minotaur as does the whole army behind her.

There’s another tense pause before Peter turns around. He looks at Edmund, who nods at him before he looks at me. I nod at him as well and he turns back around.

I watch as he reaches to his side and unsheathes his sword. He then holds it straight up into the air and a horn blows as all the Narnians start to battle cry as some pull out their weapons, ready for a fight. They all cheer for a few minutes as the witch says something to her Minotaur before he lets out a loud roar again.

When the minotaur roars, the witch’s army starts to battle cry and run towards us. Peter keeps his arm up for a bit as they cross the small distance between us. Edmund pulls out his sword and looks at me.

I grip tightly onto my staff and nod at him to signal that I’m ready. He nods before looking back out over the Narnians below us. Peter lets them get maybe a third of the way close to us before he gives the signal for the griffins.

All the griffins fly overhead and start to drop boulders on the witch’s army, who shoot back at them and many of our griffins tumble down from the sky. I watch as Peter turns to Oreius again for a moment before turning back to watch.

“FOR NARNIA! AND FOR ASLAN!” Peter cries with determination before he throws his sword up towards the sky and his unicorn neighs as he kicks his front legs out.

Both Peter and Oreius then start to charge towards the witch's army with all the Narnians following behind a minute later.

“Edmund, you stay here,” I tell the boy and he turns to me.

“Where are you going?” he asks me and I nod over to the two armies.

“To fight. Stay here. Give the order for the arrows when it’s time!” I tell him over my shoulder and I turn around to see him nod.

I quickly turn back around and rush out to the field. I quickly catch up with the rest of the Narnians and as I do, I uncap my bottle that Santa had given me. With the edge of the cap still in my mouth, I pour some of the dragon's breath juice onto both blades before putting the cap back on.

Just as I finish putting it back in its case, I catch up with the Narnians. We run for a few more minutes before the gap between armies is closed and I’m face to face with a Minotaur. He slashes his huge blade at me, but I quickly duck and watch as it swings right over my head.

I pop back up and swing my staff at him. He jumps back before swinging at me again and I duck under the ax, rolling away. As I stand back up I quickly slice the Minotaur on the back and he lets out a howl before falling face first to the ground.

Once he’s down, a dwarf uses the Minotaur’s body to hurl himself at me. I quickly turn my staff and move to the side, slicing his stomach as he comes down. He falls to the floor and I let out a breath as I look around myself.

I watch as the white witch makes her carriage move towards Peter. I quickly click the bottoms that make my staff turn into the escrima sticks and put the staff part in the loop on my back. I then start to make my way towards Peter.

“Fire!” I hear Edmund yell from above me and I stop to look up.

One of the fawns shoots an arrow lit aflame at one of the griffins. The griffin catches the fire and flies down, lighting the grass on fire. A sizzling wall of flames blocks the path of the witch's army and all the Narnians cheer.

I look up and smile at Edmund as Mr. Beaver does a little cheer, making me shake my head as I let out a low chuckle. I turn, still standing in my spot and breathing hard as I watch Peter pull his helmet up. I turn to where he’s looking and watch as the witch uses her scepter and quickly puts the fire out.

She makes direct eye contact with Peter and they stare each other down for a moment. Peter then breaks eye contact to look back at Edmund and panics a bit when he doesn’t see me. Edmund sutbley moves his eyes over to me and Peter quickly looks my way.

Peter immediately looks relieved before glancing back at Edmund. He then turns his unicorn around and stops.

“Fall back! Draw them to the rocks!!” he yells out to all the Narnians before putting his helmet down and heading back.

The horn goes off and Edmund looks down at Mr. Beaver, who says something before starting to get ready for the fall back. We all run back to the rocks and as I’m running, I feel someone lift me up onto a horse. I start to go off on them before I realize it’s Peter who grabbed me.

“Fall back!” Someone yells out behind us.

“Go on, fall back!!” Another voice calls out and I look up at Edmund on the hill.

He has his arm raised, ready to send down the rain fire of arrows. He puts his arm back down and the arrows all fly over our heads. I grip his waist a little closer as one almost hits the side of my head, but luckily I move out of the way just in time.

“What are you doing out here?” he asks me and I roll my eyes.

“I wasn’t going to leave you down here without support!” I shout back over all the yelling.

“You should have stayed with Ed! I’m fine!” he shouts back and I sigh.

“Pete, I can fight and you know it. Now stop paying attention to me and focus!” I tell him and he grunts with a small huff.

“Fine,” he huffs out as he continues to push the unicorn to run to the rocks.

I look up at the side of the rocks to see a dwarf pulling back his bow and aiming directly at us.

“Peter, watch o-!” I yell out just as the dwarf above fires the arrow right into the side of his unicorn.

Peter and I immediately go flying off the horse. He flips and hits his back on the ground as I land on my stomach. I groan as I roll over onto my side and Peter groans.

We hear a grunt from behind us and Peter gets up when he sees the witch getting closer. He stands and so do I as we hear hooves behind us.

“Stop!!” Peter yells to Oreius along with a rhinoceros that runs past us.

We both watch as the rhinoceros and Oreius push their way through the many creatures of the witch’s army. The rhinoceros gets taken down, but Oreius just jumps over him and keeps going, cutting down anyone in his way. A Minotaur tries to stop him by latching onto his back, but he only stabs him with his sword and the Minotaur goes down.

Oreius, now without a sword, pulls out a bigger one from his side as he continues to race towards the witch. He lets out a battle cry as he takes out another Minotaur before coming up to the witch herself. He jumps and swings his sword at her, but she ducks and swings around before using her staff to fight him.

She then takes a sword out and starts to cut down anyone in her way. Oreius and many others are killed at her hand as she makes her way to me and Peter. She turns some griffins that were flying overhead into stone mid-flight. When the frozen griffins crash into rocks, they break into pieces and Peter grabs me, bringing his shield up to protect us from the falling rocks.

He stands back up and makes eye contact with the witch, who stares both of us down before starting to walk slowly over to us. Peter then quickly turns around to find Edmund, and when he does, he pushes me towards him.

“Edmund!! There’s too many!” he shouts and Edmund looks up from his fight, catching me as I stumble.

“Get out of here! Take y/n. Get the girls and get them home!” Peter yells to him before fighting off one of the witch's men.

“What?! Pete no!” I yell out but Edmund keeps a grip on me, despite my struggling to escape.

“You hear him! Let’s go, you two!” Mr. Beaver shouts as he comes over to us and pulls on Edmund, who pulls on me.

Edmund continues to watch and I fight him, trying to get him to let go. Together we watch Peter get beat as we both languidly make our way up the rock that will take us out. We get about half way up before Edmund stops and turns around.

We stand there watching as Edmund seems to contemplate something in his head. My face falls as I see the witch get closer to Peter.

“Peter said get out of here!” Mr. Beaver shouts as Edmund lets go of my arm and unsheathes his sword.

I look at him and plant my feet with a nod of understanding as Mr. Beaver motions to the other way.

“Peter’s not king yet,” Edmund replies before running off.

I quickly follow Edmund though all of the creatures that are fighting. As I run though, I even slice some on the back as I pass them and they go down. It takes me a few minutes before I realize exactly where Edmund is going.

“Ed! Don’t!” I shout out, knowing she’s ten times stronger than he is.

But he continues on running as she advances on Peter. He runs to the edge of the ledge before jumping off and trying to take out her staff with his sword. She quickly moves it out of the way and he lands flat on his feet before turning to her.

She looks at him with wide eyes for a moment before thrusting her staff at him. He quickly moves to the side before bringing his sword down and hits her staff, making it break with a big flash. I hit the wall lightly behind me as I cower back from the burst of light.

It takes a moment of blinking, but my eyes quickly focus again and just as they do, I watch in horror as the witch quickly disarms Edmund before stabbing him in the stomach with the broken staff. Everything goes quiet for a moment as Edmund’s face crumples with pain. She then pulls the broken staff from his stomach and he groans as he slowly falls to the ground.

I watch as Peter finishes off his fight before running over, ready to fight the witch. I quickly jump down off the ledge before running over to Edmund and dropping my escrima sticks to the ground. Edmund lays on the ground, breathing hard and tears come to my eyes as I plop down next to him, pulling his head into my lap.

“You’ll be ok, Ed. You’ll be fine,” I whimper out as I hold him close.

I keep him shielded as a dwarf comes over and swings his sword at us, but I quickly grab one of my escrima sticks to block the blow. I push his sword up and away before tossing it.

It hits him square in the chest and he lets out a low moan before falling to the floor. I look back down at Edmund before feeling a sting in my side. I look down to see a small dagger poking out of my side.

I let out a light hiss as I pull the dagger out of my side before looking up and watching Peter fight the witch. He fights her hard and well before being stopped by a roar. Everyone turns to where the roaring is coming from to see Aslan come to a stop as he lets out a mighty roar.

“Impossible,” the witch whispers out in shock and I grin coyly before looking down at Edmund again, making my face fall as he grips onto my hand.

I look up when I hear cheering to see Susan and Lucy run in with a whole army following them. I turn to look back at Peter when I hear a metal cling only to see the witch fighting him once again. The fight for a few minutes before Aslan is running though to get to where Peter and the witch are with the army right behind him.

I let out a gasp as she gets the upper hand and takes Peter down. He falls to the ground and she pins his arm with her sword, making him let out a yelp of pain. She then swings her other sword at him and he blocks with his shield, but it gets tossed aside.

She goes to drive the sword through him and I close my eyes, not wanting to watch, but I reopen them when I hear Aslan roar. He runs in and tackles the witch to the ground. Everything goes in slow motion after that and before I know it, Aslan is walking up to Peter.

“It is finished,” Aslan tells Peter as he gives him a light nod.

“Peter!” I hear both Lucy and Susan shout as they come running down the hill.

They make it to him and Lucy hugs him as Susan looks around the scene with a frown on her face.

“Where’s Edmund?” Susan asks and Peter looks up.

“Where’s y/n?” Lucy quietly asks as she pulls away from Peter.

Susan lets out a huff before Peter starts to rush over to where me and Edmund are. Lucy and Susan follow him. They come over to us and Edmund is gasping for breath now.

“Edmund!! Y/n!!” Susan yells out, making me look up at her though tired eyes.

My eyes trail to where she’s pointing her bow to see a dwarf standing behind us with his ax raised. Susan fires the arrow and it hits the dwarf right in the chest. He lets out a yell as he goes flying back before dying.

Susan then runs over to us and drops down next to me. She takes his head from my lap and starts to take his helmet off just as Peter and Lucy drop down next to us too. Susan looks up at Lucy, who is now uncapping her cordril.

I tiredly move to the side and Peter looks at me before looking back at Edmund. Lucy drips some of her juice into his mouth before capping it again. We all watch in fear as Edmund seems to go still.

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Susan looks up at Peter, who starts to cry, and I grab his hand as we all start to worry. Lucy lets out a light sob before Edmund starts to cough and his eyes slowly open. Susan lets out a chuckle and we all look at each other with smiles.

Peter quickly pulls Edmund into a seated position before pulling him into a hug. He hugs him close for a moment and looks at me over his shoulder. I smile slightly at him as I start to feel even more tired than before. Edmund pulls back to look at his brother and Peter chuckles.

“When are you gonna learn to do as you’re told?” Peter asks him though a tearful laugh.

Edmund just smiles a coy smile at him and we all grin before Lucy launches herself into his side. Lucy hugs him and so does Peter, then me and Susan. We all sit together in a group hug for a few moments before we all pull away to look at Aslan.

Aslan walks up next to a creature who’s been frozen into stone and breathes on him, making him come back to life. Lucy picks up her cordril and thinks for a moment before her face lights up. She quickly gets up with a grin on her face before rushing over to a Narnian and pouring a few drops into his mouth.

Susan grins before getting up and running around with Lucy. Edmund, Peter, and I stay on the ground for a while. Soon Edmund gets up and begins to help in whatever way he can. Peter smiles at me before pulling me to him.

I sit with my head against his shoulder and he rubs my back. I let out a small sigh of content before my eyes slowly start to close.

To Be Continued…

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