Summary: You buy yourself rainboats and Edmund thinks they are adorable
England’s gloomy day would not dampen your cheery spirit. Dreary clouds splattered fat rain drops into the busy streets, hitting the cars below. Citizens shoved their jackets over their heads to avoid getting damp. Brisk air already gave skin goosebumps, let alone if the skin were to be wet.
Edmund grumbled as a particularly large drop smacked his forehand, left over water falling past his eyebrow and down the angle of his nose. He movies his pale freckled hand up to rub it away in an irritated manner.
He was on his way home from the book store and still had a few blocks to go before he would reach the warm apartment he had been renting for the past few months.
His books were sheltered from the weather within the comfort of his jacket. He cursed as he ran up the door and unlocked it with his key. A key that he adored.
Edmund was good at forgetting objects and you didn’t want him to somehow lose the bland looking key. So you painted it for him. It was red and gold; reminded him of the Golden Age of Narnia. He felt a little small grace his lips as he heard you humming from the kitchen.
He slipped off his shoes and made it around the corner. You sat with your back against the cabinet, scrubbing dillegenlty on a pair of boots.
“Rain boots?” Edmund asked, pointing at you.
You sheepishly smiled, picking them up to show off. They were a dark green with bright red mushrooms on them.
“Bought them today because it’s always freaking raining here, which is endearing but my poor feet get wet. You like?”
Edmund had to smile at how cute you were. He chuckled, walking closer to sit across from her. He grabbed the clean boot and inspected the art on it. He felt the rubber against his skin and admired how thick the boots felt.
“Perhaps if my intellectual level rested at five.”
You gasped in mock hurt, swinging the muddy boot at him. Edmund jumped back, quickly moving to avoid mud getting on his sweater.
“Aye, watch it!”
“You watch it, mister. Don’t be dragging on my new purchase unless you want meant with mud.” You raised your hand in a mock fist and shook it with purpose.
He smiled but rolled his eyes, “Fine, m’love. I’m sorry. They are bloody cute. And to be honest the purpose of them is genius on your part. Your feet reek when they’re wet.”
You laughed, “You’re the worst.”
“You’re the love of my life.”
You halted the cleaning, peeking up shyly at his statemenf. Sure you have said I love you but he had never said that you were the love of his life. That was a big deal and your heart was melting in the cozy kitchen.
“You compliment me now when I throw you an insult? You’re so charming, Ed.” She murmured, standing up to throw the dirty rag into the laundry basket.
He shrugged nonchalantly in an Edmund kind of way, “Read a document the other day. Insulting your significant other is a love language. I figure I’d skip the symbolism and confess my undying love instead.”
You leaned against the counter, a pouty frown on your face, “That is the sweetest thing you have ever said to me, hun.”
So I know it’s been a while since I’ve written, but I’ve been working at this for a long time. It’s based off a request, I kind of took creative reins here so I’m sorry @ requestee, I hope you like it! Let me know if anyone wants this idea for the other siblings. (The * is because I found a tumblr post including that quote, but I couldn’t find the original creator)
Request: “I’ve wondered what it would be like if the kids had families in Narnia. When they were kings and queens and were old enough to have families of their own or at least significant others. Would you be ok with writing an imagine or scenario on that? Edmund or Peter would do if you can only do one (I used to have a crush on both of them growing up lol)”
Any true Narnian knows of the Golden age, the years of peace and prosperity that hailed from the reign of the Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve: High King Peter, the Magnificent; King Edmund, the Just; Queen Susan, the Gentle; and Queen Lucy, the Valiant.
Stories and legends passed down among generations, whispered through the thick woods during the Telmarines reign, words of hope, and tales of greatness. Many focus upon these stories themselves, rather than think of the individuals that lived it, and for good reason too. For anyone knows, gaze too strongly upon greatness and you will find despair.
“A king is not a ruler. He is, first and foremost, a protector. There are legends of King Peter’s wrath.”* “Ah, dear one, let us not trouble your father any longer,” you had smiled lovingly at your son before turning to look up at him. Your son’s fingers wrapped strongly around yours as he tottled warily; walking a new frontier for him to discover. You bent over, holding him up carefully and making sure he wouldn’t fall. “He’s been at it all day!” You laughed, immediately bringing a wider grin on Peter’s face. Your laugh, oh Aslan, how he loved your laugh. It made your face light up, your nose would crinkle, and it sounded like a dryad. “Love, You should know you two never trouble me. Besides, I ought to start referring to you as three shan’t I?” Peter stood, rushing over to swing his son up into his arms and pressing a light kiss to your lips. “Mmh, probably,” you placed a hand upon your growing stomach and tickled your son’s arm lightly. “I’ll be due in a few weeks, and then we’ll have another one keeping us up at night,” your eyes twinkled mischievously. “All worth it, my Queen,” Peter’s chest rumbled with laughter as he glanced out the castle window. The sun shone on the sea, and laughter and music could be heard from the courtyard. His gaze dropped down to you- you who were so expertly tucked under his arm, your eyes alight with life and joy and love, the hand placed lovingly on your belly, to your son, who was perched on his hip like always, who’s lips bubbled with childlike laughter and livelihood, and he knew. “All worth it.” Peter blinked frantically, it was another dream, always the same. He tried to grapple with sleep, make it pull him back in, for only a moment longer, only one more second of your smile, one more second of your son’s cheek upon his shoulder, one more second… But you were gone, out of reach, out of hold, just like every time he woke from slumber.
He knew the train was going to crash, he felt the air grow heavy as it had before battle, as if mourning the losses it was about to witness. He wasn’t scared, though he knew, in theory, he should have been. In this world’s view he was only 22, his whole life ahead of him, everything to gain… He glanced into his brother’s eyes. They held the same knowledge his possessed. There were far greater things they had left behind, and maybe, just maybe, this journey wouldn’t be so bad. Edmund held out his hand, a comforting gesture, and Peter gratefully took it.
Renewed. Peter glanced down and released his brother’s hand. His brother- Edmund. He once again appeared as he had during their reign, his crown upon his dark head and his features mature. To his left stood his sister, Lucy, once again mature, her red hair falling in waves down her gown. His parents, Eustace, Jill, the professor as he had only seen in pictures- they were in Narnia, and before them stood the great lion Aslan. He felt the familiar weight of his crown on his head, and Peter Pevensie truly smiled. Not only that, but he laughed, a light boyish like laugh. He had been so angry. Anger, what a silly emotion that was. There was no need for anger in Aslan’s country. He ran and embraced the lion, and oh how comforting was his fur. He felt like the boy he had once been; many years ago, he felt like the King that had sat at Cair Paravel’s throne, and when the gates opened, he felt the flutter in his heart that he had lost so long ago. You, oh how magnificent you were. It was as if he breathed a breathe of fresh air, and his heart lept with joy. Beside you, a young boy held your hand firmly, and in your arms was a beautiful toddler, a young girl. The rest of His family, you were reunited. He simply ran towards you, no words needed exchanging as he pulled you in his arms, the young boy wrapped around his legs, and the young girl clutching his two pointer fingers. He was back, and he was home. He glanced at Aslan, the great lion had grown, and he nodded once. High King Peter, the magnificent, was home.
Request:Hi I have a weird request : merman Prince Caspian x human reader? it’s fine if you don’t want to do it - anon
Warnings: fluff, slight bit of angst
Words: 1145
A/N: Sorry about the radio silence guys, I’m back now, I hope you guys enjoy this one and please let me know what you think! Thank you for the request, anon, I love you all! xxx
There was a deafening silence in the Throne Room as you awaited another one of your suitors, if truth be told, this particular suitor had been back and forth between the palace for a number of weeks now. Every time you rejected the proposal, the prince would shower you with lavish gifts, he was determined to get you but you would never say yes. You would never let Prince Erik to rule beside you as King.
You glanced over at your Captain of the Guards – who had been like a father to you since your own had died – and you wished that you hadn’t. He was looking straight at you and you could tell that from beneath his thick beard that his chin was trembling, you could tell that he was trying not to laugh. You felt your own lips quiver and you smothered a laugh of your own with a cough.
“Your Majesty,” the Captain started and it was a miracle that he was able to keep his voice steady, “maybe we should,” he was interrupted by the two doors slamming open and Erik came striding in but you heard the distinct noise of chains rattling.
“Queen, Y/N, the Queen of my dreams,” he smirked and it should have made him look more handsome but it only served to unnerve you.
“Prince Erik, what can I do for you this time?”
“You cannot reject me this time, my love, not when you see what I’ve brought you as a gift,” he reached behind him and dragged something forward.
The whole room gasped and every man looked like he wanted to kill Erik, it was the most beautiful being that you’d ever seen, a fairy with shimmering wings and curling silver hair that reached the floor. You were angry with Erik; how could anyone be so cruel?
“Come here,” you reached out to the fairy and she obediently walked towards you with fear on her face, you smiled gently and removed her chains, your anger rising when you saw the red marks on her wrists, “did he hurt you?” when the fairy shook her head, you wrapped your arms around her and glared at the Prince, “the capture of Narnian’s is illegal! And, you think that I’d ever marry you?! I will never marry you!”
Erik gave you such a cold look that you actually felt the temperature drop a little, “you can’t do this!”
“Arrest him!” your guards immediately jumped to attention and clapped him in iron, “hmm, I’ve changed my mind, let him go,” the guards obeyed your orders at once, but they still stood at attention and you slowly walked toward him, craning your head back to look up at him, “I am the Queen of this land, don’t presume to tell me what I can and can’t do,” you glanced back at your Captain, “throw him in the dungeons.”
Later on that day, you were on the beach, walking beside the rolling waves that were calm and quiet as a whisper, “I heard from a little fairy that the Queen of Narnia is the kindest woman in all the land,” you heard laughter in the warm silken voice.
You grinned as you looked down into the sea and saw the beautiful merman smirking up at you, his silver scales glittering in the sunlight. You smiled and sat down on the warm sand, “is she okay, Caspian?”
Caspian nodded and smiled, “she’s fine.”
You felt so ashamed that something so horrible had happened in your land, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault, Y/N.” he sighed and pulled himself out of the water to sit next to you, “you’re not going to marry him are you?” he asked, staring down at the golden sand.
“Of course not! I’m not going to marry any of them. How could I when you’re the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever seen?” you turned his chin so he looked at you.
Caspian smiled as he leaned into your touch and he gazed at you with sparkling brown eyes. He cupped your cheek and leaned over so he could kiss you. He was so gentle with you, like you were made of glass. Was he afraid you’d fall apart?
“I love you, Caspian,” you whispered, leaning your forehead against his.
Caspian smiled as he combed gentle fingers through your hair, “I love you too.”
You bit your lip as you pressed a lingering kiss to his lips, “marry me Caspian,” Caspian scoffed with a little laugh as he gave you a disbelieving look, “I’m serious,” you sighed.
Caspian gave you a wan smile, “I can’t Y/N, you need to marry someone of royal blood, I’m not even human.”
“I don’t care about any of that, Caspian,” you felt a horrible pain in your chest as he shook his head.
“I can’t Y/N.”
You stayed on the beach with Caspian until it grew dark and you headed back to the palace and retired to your quarters with a heavy heart. If you couldn’t marry Caspian, then you wouldn’t marry anyone.
A couple of weeks later, you were throwing the annual afternoon party in the gardens where the subjects and royalty could mix, it was something that your mother had started when she was Queen. The weather was beautiful as was the soft music that played but you could hardly appreciate it, you hadn’t seen Caspian since you had asked him to marry you, you didn’t regret asking him but you were so angry with yourself that you had ruined things.
“Your Majesty?” you heard a familiar soft voice coming from the water and you turned to look at the river that ran through the gardens. There he was, Caspian, he looked so beautiful and he looked almost bashful as he smiled at you, the entire party went silent as you walked over to him, kneeling at the river bank.
“Caspian,” you smiled as you reached out and touched his cheek.
“I’m sorry for disappearing, Y/N but I had something to plan,” he smiled and you nodded at him for him to continue, “I love you, I love you so much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, anyway that I can,” he held out the flat of his palm and you saw the most beautiful silver ring with a pink pearl encased in the centre, “will you marry me?”
You smiled at him before you glanced over your shoulder to look at your people who were all looking at you with so much love and support and you looked back at Caspian who looked slightly nervous, your heart soared as you took the ring out of his hand and slipped it onto your finger.
“Yes, I will marry you, I love you so much,” you grinned as you kissed him beneath the blazing sun.
Notes - This was playing at work and it got stuck in my head but I thought it was perfect for him.
I’ve been waiting for you
To come around and tell me the truth ‘Bout everything that you’re going through My girl you’ve got nothing to lose
Cold nights and the Sunday mornings On your way and out of the grey
I’ve got time, I’ve got love Got confidence you’ll rise above Give me a minute to hold my girl Give me a minute to hold my girl
Cair Paravel had never been busier. Everybody was getting ready for Caspian to set sail on the Dawn Treader on his sail for the lost lords. Yet amongst the hustle and bustle of the castle and town I sit silently in the gardens staring at the vast body of water that will be holding Caspian for the coming months.
A clear of someone’s throat pulls me out of my own little world and I turn to see the man himself. Caspian. “Are you sure you can’t take me with you my love?”
Crowded town or silent bed Pick a place to rest your head Give me a minute to hold my girl Give me a minute to hold my girl
I’ve been dreaming 'bout us Working hard and saving it up We’ll go and see the man on the moon My girl we’ve got nothing to lose
“I’m sure Y/N, anyways I’m sure you’ll be fine in my place whilst I’m gone. After all we have been married for over a year now and you shouldn’t be embarking on this journey in your state darling,” Caspian explains as he sits alongside me and simultaneously wraps one arm around me whilst the other rests on my growing stomach and I rest my head on his shoulder.
“I guess, but you’ve never been this long away from me before and when you come back, you’ll have a son.” I say solemnly.
“I think you mean daughter,”
“No, I mean son. Whilst you have them kingly instincts, I have motherly instincts and I am telling you that this child, our child is a boy.” I say with a smile on my features.
“Okay, sure Y/N.” Caspian reluctantly says so and I smirk and keep my eyes on him as his gaze wandered to the sea. We stay like this for most of the day and when Caspian was ultimately called away, he responded to them with “give me a minute to hold my girl,” of which he did and then he was gone.
Waving him off knowing he won’t be back for the longest time yet was heart wrenching, but I still did and afterwards I continued the royal duties. All the way up to actually giving birth I only worked, after all it helped the time go quick enough to not be stuck solemnly waiting for Caspian.
But then came the birth. Once my waters broke I instantly notified my handmaiden but it didn’t feel right, not without Caspian, but I knew I had to do it. The hours merged yet felt so long all at the same time but it was all worth it. After a gruelling 18 hours I was holding my son in my arms who had his fathers features indefinitely and a smile is all that can form on my face as I hold my little prince in my arms.
Eventually he is taken from my arms to be cleansed and nursed whilst I have to clean myself. Yet all that is on my mind is Caspian and how far he is from home which makes my stomach churn and a tear roll down my cheek. But I cannot dwell on it, I cannot afford that luxury, not with the circumstances of being a monarch and now a mother.
Holding baby Peter in my arms in his nursery he gurgles with happiness and is holding onto a lock of my hair which causes a laugh to emit from me and I set him down before a voice breaks the silence. “Well I see you were right after all my love,” I turn to see the man himself.
“I told you, I’m always right,” I say with a laugh and launch myself into his arms where he holds me.
“And who’s this?” Caspian asks leaving me and picking up Peter.
“That is Prince Peter Lucian,” I explain with pride.
“It’s perfect,” Caspian utters “just like you.”
Crowded town or silent bed Pick a place to rest your head and Give me a minute to hold my girl Give me a minute to hold my girl
I’ve got time, I’ve got love Got confidence you’ll rise above Give me a minute to hold my girl Give me a minute to hold my girl
Imagine Edmund reading about your crush on him in your diary.
requested by: @hopebaker !! thanks for your request <3
“Lucy!? Have you seen my diary?” You called down your grandfather’s stairs. The Pevensies had come to stay with you as refugees from London, and you got along with them perfectly. Well, save for Edmund, who avoided you for some reason. But, regrettably, it only made him more intriguing. To say you were beginning to form a fancy for him would be a hard truth to deal with - you only spoke about it in your diary. Which had gone missing this morning.
“Your diary?” Lucy’s voice called back, before she appeared at the bottom of the stairs.
“Yes, you haven’t seen it, have you?”
“No,” she frowned, “I’m afraid not.” She took a couple of steps up the stairs, her brow creased in thought. “Have you checked the boys’ room?”
Now, it was your turn to frown. “The boys’ room? Why on earth would it be there?”
“Well, Edumnd has always been… somewhat of a rebel.” She laughed, but it was stained with a grimace. “Perhaps you should check just in case?”
You nodded and turned, following your feet until you came to the front of the door that lead to Edmund and Peter’s room. You hesitated to raise your fist, palms sweaty. But you made yourself do it - you needed your diary.
A flustered Edmund opened the door at your knock. His cheeks and ears were dusted with pink, and he looked surprised to see you. “O-oh. Uh, hullo.”
“Ed? Are you alright?” Your brows raised and you reached out in concern, but he ducked away from your hand.
The next thing you knew, your diary was in your face. You reflexively took it and cradled it to your chest as realisation dawned on you. “Wait… did you…?”
“No! No I didn’t read it!” You couldn’t help but think his tone was unwarranted as he slammed the door hard in your face.
Narnia Preferences: Seeing their S/O in Armor for the first time
It’s been awhile since I watched the Movies so I’m really sorry for any inconsistencies or mischaracterization here. But I did promise awhile back that I wanted to write for Narnia, so here ya go! Format is heavily inspired by @randominagines incredible Narnia Headcanons, so please go check their work out if you like this. They’re a big influence on me! I also tried to keep this gender neutral!
While normally a surprisingly confident romantic, seeing her s/o in shining armor actually manages to fluster her. You were known for being a kind and generous soul, much like your girlfriend, but perhaps a bit more bold and sharp-minded. Seeing you clad in armor, ready to defend her, made her heart swell with pride. In a sort of “That’s my partner” way, haha. It gives her comfort everytime you wear it, both because she knows you’re well-protected, and because you’re wearing her flag. It makes her so happy to see you wearing Narnia Clothing, as it reminds her of the connection between you two.
Edmund Pevensie
It makes him very shy around you, especially at first. The Pevensies met you during their travels, and immediately you swore to help and protect them. He was initially taken aback by you, startled by your strength and your beauty. You were one of the handsomest people he’d ever met, and though he wouldn’t be caught dead telling his siblings that, everyone could see his heart eyes. And with those pale cheeks, it’s not like he could hide it anyways haha. His siblings teased him a LOT. But still, seeing you in gambeson and plate made him very proud to call you his own.
Susan Pevensie
You were a knight from a distant land who had sworn to protect the Pevensies, essentially becoming their personal guard. But it was Susan who you were closest to. The second you walked in to swear your loyalty, she already had eyes for you. A beautiful person clad in dazzling armor? Beautiful. You and Susan are such a formidable force on the battlefield, with her providing range with her bow while you strike enemies down with your sword. Then you give each other a kiss and move on. She feels a sense of pride seeing you in the armor of her kingdom.
Peter Pevensie
He finds it hot, honestly. You and Peter met on the battlefield, and despite fighting on the same side, were engaged in a sort of rivalry. Granted, everyone could see the cheeky heart eyes between you two… except for either of you of course. Classic enemies to lovers. Seeing you in armor for the first time legitimately took his breath away. He often teases you about how he’s king so it’s hisflag you’re wearing, which never fails to earn him a swift punch in the arm. But still, Peter loves seeing you in armor, and it never fails to make him fall in love a little bit more.
Caspian
Caspian was surprisingly flustered when first meeting you. You were good friends with the Pevensies, and had met him during that fateful encounter when he fought with Peter. He looked over to see the most dazzling person he’d ever witnessed, clad in plate and fine gambeson. Peter may or may not have chuckled at the blush on Capian’s cheeks after seeing you. He was shy around you at first, mostly because he didn’t want to embarrass himself, but you have a way of drawing him out of his shell. And when you finally get to talking, your energies mix well. That doesn’t stop him from being rendered speechless every time he sees you in armor though. Everytime is like the first time with Caspian.
Mr Tumnus
Oh this poor lad gets so flustered. It makes him a little nervous seeing you with a sword and clad in armor, but he knows that if anything it means you’re safer. Plus he secretly finds it very attractive, but he’s too shy to admit it at first. He remarks how the Gambeson must keep you very warm in Narnia’s cold weather, which earns a laugh from you, only making him more flustered. A pretty person in plate armor, vowing to defend his home? How could he resist?
