This is just a collection of Narnian imagines ranging from imagines to preferences. Mostly going to be Edmund Pevensie. Some Peter and some Caspian imagines too. Enjoy!
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Imagine: You love Edmund and Edmund loves you. Simple. But when something odd is going on with Peter, things aren't as simple.
⚠️WARNINGS⚠️ 1. this imagine makes Peter look bad 2. entire story is built around sexual assault 3. medium language 4. multiple f-bombs 5. this imagine got kinda dark kinda fast and I was freaking out, so I lightened it up a little bit. please enjoy :) my writings will get better I swear.
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You looked through the shelves in the poetry section of the library and sigh, scanning for a specific title. You pulled a book back and saw the charming, smirking face of Peter Pevensie, High King of Narnia, standing behind you on the other side.
"Hello Princess." Peter smiled.
"Peter why the hell are you here? You have duties in the great hall." You said in shock.
"Oh stop being so uptight, (Y/N)." He laughed a little bit, but was still quiet.
"Peter, what's gotten into you?" You asked, putting the book back.
Then Peter came to your side. He looked at you for a moment then came a bit too close for comfort.
"Peter, aren't you a bit close?" You asked scooting back a bit.
"Oh come on (Y/N). You've dreamed about this moment for years?" Peter asked me.
"What are you talking about?" You asked.
"Oh don't act all innocent, (Y/N). Page 72 of your diary: He'll be tall and very handsome. I can see him now. Walking up to me and I can imagine his confident stride and his amazingly gorgeous hair." Peter quoted from your diary.
"You read my fucking diary?" You asked, suddenly angered.
"Yeah. I figured I was the tall and very handsome hero in your story." Peter smirked.
"Peter, no. I think you've got it wrong-" You began.
But in that moment, Peter was sure you were in love with him and grabbed your waist and kissed you. It was rough. And difficult. And incredibly uncomfortable.
You pushed him off of you and then fell to the ground in such a rough motion that you could hear the thud. You were breathing hard and your eyes were watering.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" You yelled, forgetting you were in a library.
