#EDMUND PEVENSIE X OC

[riordanness]

cardigan — [e.pevensie]

wordcount: 1.5K

warnings: not technically x reader as ‘reader’ is named Belle

requested: no

“She won’t stop staring.”

“Then stop looking.”

Belle has to stop herself from rolling her eyes at the ridiculous Telmarine soldiers. They’re both clearly terrified of their mission, and are both riddled with anxiety about the entire thing. Which is hilarious.

“You could just let me go,” she says nonchalantly. “Save yourself the risk of aggravating the woods’ spirits.”

The Telmarine facing her gives her a glare. His grip on the sword across his lap tightens.

Belle decides to shut up.

“Here will do,” the other soldier says, the oars in his hands slowing. “Let's just dump her and get it over with.”

The soldiers get to their feet unsteadily. The boat rocks, and Belle wonders what would happen if she tried to tip all three of them into the water. But before she can come up with a good way to execute that plan, the Telmarine snatches her up, grabbing her roughly by the arm.

“Drop them!” An unfamiliar female voice rings out, and stories of ghosts in the woods run through Belle’s mind. She half turns, and just has time to see four figures on the shore before she’s dropped, literally, into the cold water.

Bubbles surround Belle, and she’s disoriented instantly. Her bound wrists make it impossible to swim, so she sinks, struggling furiously to get loose. Her dress is heavy and sticking to her legs. Her chest is tightening, and black is crawling at the edges of her vision.

Then, something pulls at her, arms slide around her waist, and she is yanked out of the water. Belle gasps, practically drinking the air.

She’s pulled to shore, and laid down on the sand. Something cuts the ropes from her hands. She coughs for a second, getting her bearings back. Drowning was a very awful experience. Belle did not recommend it at all.

“Are you alright?” A girl’s voice asks her, a different one from before, younger.

Belle reacts, twisting as she rises, her dagger, which was previously concealed in her skirts, at the young girl’s throat within seconds.

Shouting erupts from behind them, and Belle glanced to see three others, two boys and an older girl, all with weapons at the ready. The girl has an arrow aimed at Belle’s heart, and both boys have their swords raised.

“Drop it,” the older boy tells her, and his voice is hard and commanding, like he’s used to giving orders.

The girl at Belle’s side doesn’t look particularly scared. “It’s okay,” she promises. “We’re friends.”

Belle narrows her eyes. “How would I know that?”

“Well,” the older girl says, “we did just save your life.”

“Actually, that was me.” It’s the younger boy this time. Belle focuses on him. He has dark hair that’s slightly curly and wet. He looks about her age, and his clothes are wet too. “Don’t worry,” he says to Belle. “We are friends. We won’t hurt you. Just please let Lucy go?”

Belle takes a step back from Lucy, still watching them all carefully. “Fine. Thanks for saving me. Bye.” She turns, but doesn’t even make it three steps before the older boy calls after her.

“Wait!”

She sighs, and looks at them.

“We don’t even know your name.” The older girl has her bow away now, but her eyes look plenty vicious enough for Belle. She doesn’t trust them; any of them.

“I’m Belle,” she says flatly. “Now can I go?”

“Why were they trying to drown you?” Lucy looks up at Belle, and her childlike innocence warms Belle’s heart. She has pretty eyes, too, Belle thinks, full of bravery and fearlessness and determination.

“Because I ran away from the castle where I was, well, a servant of sorts. Because I’m on the side of the true king. And because Miraz is a tyrant,” Belle says.

“Whoa Miraz?” the older boy asks.

Belle raises an eyebrow. “Where have you been living lately? Under a rock? He’s the sort of King? Of Narnia?”

“Narnia?” Lucy gasps. “So it is Narnia!”

Belle frowns. “Uh. Yes. This is Narnia. I’m confused.”

The four all exchange looks. “We’ll tell you,” the older girl tells Belle. “But you have to tell us your story first.”

Belle shrugs. “Whatever.”

Soon enough, the five of them are seated around a campfire. The sun is going down, and Belle’s still-wet dress is chilling her to the core. She doesn’t say anything about it, though.

“So,” she starts, accepting a toasted apple from Lucy. “I’m a handmaid in Miraz’s palace. He’s the brother of the king, but he’s basically put himself in the role of king ever since King Caspian the Ninth died. His son, Caspian the Tenth, should be king, but Miraz doesn’t want that. He wants the throne to himself, you see. Anyways, I’m on the side of Caspian and the old Narnians, so I helped him escape a few nights ago. Miraz’s wife had a baby boy, so he wants to kill Caspian and make himself the king, now that he has an heir.”

Belle takes a bite of the apple, and it’s surprisingly good. “I was going to be executed because they somehow found out I helped Caspian.”

“Yikes,” the younger boy says, throwing his apple core into the flames. “Cool story.”

The older girl is watching Belle. “So what’s your plan now?” she asks.

Belle shrugs. “Go into the woods. Find Caspian and help him to get his throne back, I guess. We were always really close at the palace, since I grew up there and we’re not too far apart in age.”

The emotions in her voice must have been more obvious than she thought, because Lucy shuffles over to sit beside her, their shoulders touching. Belle gives the girl a soft smile, before she glanced up at the other three.

“So?” she says. “What’s your story?”

The older two exchange a glance. “We’re the kings and queens of old,” the older boy says. “I’m High King Peter, the Magnificent.”

Belle isn’t even that shocked. She’s kind of guessed it by now, even though it was impossible. “You know you guys should be about 1200 years old now, right?”

The younger boy chuckles. “I’m Edmund.”

Belle nods her head at him. “I figured. And you must be Queen Susan?” She glances at the older girl. Susan smiles gently.

“Just Susan is fine.”

Belle salutes. “Whatever you say, Just Susan.”

Edmund laughs again, but tries to hide it with a cough.

Belle stands, shaking her heavy skirts as best she can. It’s an awful material, still holding most of the water from earlier in its skirts. She lets out an angry sigh.

“What’s wrong?” Lucy asks.

“Oh, it’s my dress,” Belle sighs, sitting back down. “They didn’t let me change for the execution and I was doing heavy cleaning this morning. It’s a really terrible dress to wear while it’s wet.”

Lucy looks at Edmund. “Do we still have our school things?” she asked excitedly.

Edmund nods, slowly at first but then he seems to get the idea. “I’ll get them.” He hurries over to the rowboat, which now has a small pile of their things next to it. He brings back over a white shirt and black pants, as well as a strange black skirt.

“Here,” he hands them to Belle. “Sorry—they’re mostly boy’s things but you look about my size and Susan ruined her shirt earlier. But there’s my shirt and pants and Su’s skirt if you'd rather that.”

Belle offers him a smile. “Thank you, King Edmund.”

“No need to call me King,” he says back, as he lays himself back onto the sand. His black hair is messy and reflects the fire’s flickering light.

“I’m just going to go get changed in the tree line,” Belle tells the group. “If I ain’t back in five, panic.”

The others grin as she heads off, the clothes bundled in her arms. Behind a tree, she pulls her dress off over her head, depositing it in a bush. She then peels off her petticoats and corset, leaving only her thin under-bodice and under-shorts on. Belle then tried on Edmund’s shirt, which fits surprisingly well. It’s an odd kind of shirt though, a lot stiffer than ones she’s used to mending. She buttons it up, rolling the sleeves up to her elbows and leaving the top two buttons undone. Now that she isn’t wet, it’s a pretty warm night.

Belle decides to wear the skirt, as she is shorter than Edmund and doesn’t want to wear his pants if they’ll be too long. They’d just be a tripping hazard. She instead pulls on Susan’s skirt, buttoning it up on the side. It’s also very strange, but comfortable, and very freeing and easy to move in. It stops just above her knee. Belle runs her hands through her hair, which has long since come undone and is tangled and knotted due to the water.

Feeling somewhat presentable, Belle scoops up the clothes from the ground and heads back to the fire.

Edmund’s eyes are on her at once, and she isn’t sure if the heat in her cheeks is from him or the fire.

“Oh—“ Edmund stutters a little. “That… you look good in those.”

Belle smiles, a little triumphant. “They’re quite comfortable. Thank you, Edmund.”

“Anytime,” he replies softly. “Anytime.”

[starlitnights29]

EDMUND PEVENSIE SMUT(PART 2)

WARNINGS - SMUT , 18+ , EDMUND X OC

CHECK OUT THE FIRST PART OF THIS FANFIC

THE SECRET ESCAPADE(Part 2)

IRENE POV :--

AFTER CHECKING MY SURROUNDINGS AND MAKING SURE NO ONE WAS THERE, I LEFT EDMUND’S BED CHAMBER THINKING ABOUT THE AMAIZING SEX I JUST HAD WITH THE PERSON I LOVED THE MOST. HIS TOUCH STILL LINGERED ON MY BODY.

I STOOD IN FRONT OF MY BED CHAMBER.

I STRAIGHTENED MY CLOTHES AND DIVERTED MY MIND SO I WOULD NOT BE AS FLUSHED.

I ENTERED THE BED CHAMBER. PETER WAS SITTING ON A CHAIR BESIDE THE BED AND READING SOMETHING. HE NOTICED ME AS I ENTERED.

HE SHOT UP A LOOK AT ME.

“HEY...WHERE WERE YOU? I’VE BEEN WAITING TO TALK TO YOU..”

I LOOKED AT HIM AS I WALK TOWARDS THE BED “HI.. WHAT’S THE MATTER?”

HE KEPT THE BOOK FACED DOWN ON THE TABLE AND SAID “IT’S JUST THAT TOMORROW THE KING OF AVERNA AND I ARE SIGNING A PEACE TREATY. HE’LL BE HERE TOMORROW WITH HIS QUEEN. SO I’M HOPING YOU WOULD BE THERE DURING THE SIGNING OF THE PACT”

“YEAH. SURE I’LL BE THERE.”I SAY AS I GO TO THE BATHROOM CHAMBER TO CHANGE TO MY NIGHT CLOTHES AS PETER TOOK BACK THE BOOK AND CONTINUED READING IT.

I COME OUT FRESHENED UP AND GO TO MY SIDE OF THE BED AND LAY DOWN.

I LOOK AT PETER AND ASK “ARE YOU GONNA SLEEP NOW OR LATER?”

HE LOOKED AT ME AND SAID “NOT YET.I’LL SLEEP LATER.”

PETER AND I STAY IN THE SAME BED CHAMBER BUT WE HAVE NO SUCH PHYSICAL RELATIONSHIP.

IN THE EYES OF EVERYONE PETER AND I ARE HAPPILY MARRIED BUT IN REAL LIFE WE LIVE LIKE TWO ROOMMATES.

PETER AND I HAD A GOOD FRIENDSHIP. HE KNOWS IM WITH SOMEONE ELSE. HE ASKED ME MANY TIMES WHO IT IS BUT I REFUSED TO TELL.

I DON’T KNOW IF PETER WILL LIKE THE FACT THAT I’M WITH HIS BROTHER BUT I ACTUALLY WANNA KEEP MINE AND ED’S RELATIONSHIP A SECRET.

“SO..WERE YOU OFF WITH YOUR LOVER?” PETER ASKED SMILING

“YOU COULD SAY SO” I SAID SMILING TO MYSELF THINKING OF THE MOMENTS WITH ED

“OH COME ON IRENE.NOW TELL ME WHO IT IS. HOW LONG DO YOU PLAN ON HIDING YOU LOVER FROM ME? ATLEAST TELL ME IF I HAVE EVER SEEN HIM?”HE SAID LOOKING CURIOUS.

“YEAH OFCOURSE U KNOW HIM. YOU SEE HIM EVERYDAY.HE’S YOUR BROTHER AND YOU LOVE HIM” I THOUGHT TO MYSELF.

 “I WILL TELL U PETER. WHEN TIME COMES.” I TOLD HIM BUT IN MY MIND I KNEW I WASN’T EVER PLANNING ON TELLING HIM. ATLEAST AS LONG AS I CAN HIDE IT.

“GOOD NIGHT PETER”

“GOOD NIGHT IRENE”

NEXT MORNING:-

I WOKE UP NEXT MORNING TO FING PETER WAS WAS GONE.

I STOOD UP FTOM THE BED, PUT ON MY ROBE OVER MY NIGHTGOWN AND WENT OUT IN THE CORRIDOR. AS I EXPECTED NO ONE WAS THERE BECAUSE EVERYONE WAS BUSY PREPARING FOR THE KING AND QUEEN OF AVERNA. THEY WERE ALL BUSY IN THE FRONT SIDE OF THE CASTLE AND AS THE BED CHAMBERS ARE AT THR BACK OF THE CASTLE IT’S EMPTY.

I WALK PAST MY ROOM AND GO TO EDMUND’S . I SEE NO ONE IS THERE AND I ENTER HIS ROOM. HIS DOOR WAS UNLOCKED.

AS I ENTERED HIS ROOM I SAW HIM STANDING SHIRTLESS AND TALKING OUT NEW CLOTHES FROM HIS WADROBE. HIS PERFECTLY MUSCULAR BODY WAS COVERED WITH MY BITE MARKS.HE LOOKED ELEGANT.

HE LOOKED AT ME AND SMILED “GOOD MORNING LOVE”

“GOOD MORNING ED. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

“I WAS ABOUT TO GO TAKE A BATH. WHAT ABOUT YOU?”

“I’M GONNA GO TAKE A BATH AS WELL”

HE LOOKED AT ME AND SMIRKED. I SAW A HINT OF NAUGHTYNESS IN HIS EYES.

“MY LADY. WOULD YOU LIKE TO SAVE WATER AND TAKE A BATH WITH ME?”

“OF COURSE.MEET ME IN MY BATH CHAMBR IN 5 AND MAKE SURE YOU’RE SEEN BY NONE”I SMILED

“AS YOU ORDER MY LOVE” HE SAID GIVING ME A SMALL PECK ON THE LIPS.

I TURN AROUND AND LEAVE HIS CHAMBERS.

I COME BACK TO MY CHAMBER.

AS THERE ARE NO SERVANTS AROUND , I DECIDED TO PREPARE THE BATH MYSELF. I SPRINKLED ROSE PETALS ON THE BATH.

MERE MINUTES LATER EDMUND WAS HERE.

HE CAME TO ME FROM BEHIND AND HUGGED ME.

“READY FOR THE BATH MILADY?”

“YES MY KING” I SAID AS I KISSED HIM DEEPLY.

HE KISSED ME BACK PUTTING HIS HANDS AROUND MY WAIST AND PULLING ME CLOSER..

HE’S SO MUCH TALLER THAN ME SO I HAVE TO RISE ON MY TOES AND GO UPTO HIS MOUTH TO KISS HIM. WHEN I DO THAT, HE PULLS ME UP BY MY WAIST. GOD , I LOVE WHEN HE DOES THAT.

HE UNTIED MY ROBE AND IT FELL ON THE FLOOR AS I KEPT UNBUTTONING HIS SHIRT. SLOWLY ALL THE CLOTHING ITEMS ON OUR BODY WERE ON THE GROUND.

EDMUND SWIFTLY PICKED ME UP IN BRIDAL STYLE AND HE STEPPED IN THE TUB. THE WATER IS HOT AND STEAMING AS IT TOUCHES MY BARE SKIN.

THEN HE GOES BEHIND ME AND I’M BETWEEN HIS LEGS.

HE KISSED THE BACK OF MY NECK HOLDING MY LONG CURLY HAIR TO THE SIDE.

HE GUIDES HIS HAND FROM MY THIGHS TOWARDS MY WOMANHOOD. HE PUTS HIS FINGERS BETWEEN MY FOLDS CARESSING ME WITH HIS LONG FINGERS.

HE DIPS HIS FINGERS INSIDE ME.

“DOES THAT FEEL GOOD?” HE WHISPERS IN MY EAR

“UH—HUH..” I BREATHE ONTO HIS SKIN AS A RIPPLE OF PLEASURE PRICKLES DOWN MY WET BODY.

HE INCREASES THE PACE OF HIS FINGERS PUMPING IN AND OUT OF ME.

“FASTER,PLEASE ” I WHIMPER WITH MY EYES ALMOST CLOSED AND MY HEAD THROWN BACK.

I FEEL MY RELEASE COMING CLOSE.

“UH - EDMUND” I MOAN. “FUCK. I’M ABOUT TO COME...AH”

“COME FOR ME BABY..”HE WISPERED AGAINST MY SKIN . HIS VOICE SOUNDING SEXIER THAN EVER.

THERE CAME MY RELEASE. I CAME HARD AGAINST HIS FINGERS CURLING MY TOES.

“YOU ARE MINE AND ONLY MINE” HE SAID AS HE PULLED ME INTO A DEEP KISS. I KISSED HIM CURLING MY FINGERS AROUND HIS WET HAIR. HE KISSED MY NECK AND DARTED DOWN TO MY BREASTS.

AS HE KISSED MY BREAST I HEARD A KNOCK AT MY BATHROOM CHAMBER DOOR. WE FROZE.

“IRENE. ARE YOU IN THERE?” I RECOGNIZED PETER’S VOICE

“SHIT” EDMUND WHISPERED.

“YES PETER. I’M TAKING A BATH.” I REPLIED TRYING NOT TO SOUND SUSPICIOUS.

“OOH OOKAY. IT’S JUST THAT KING ARTHUR AND QUEEN MARY ARE ABOUT TO ARRIVE SO..”

“YEAH..I’LL BE OUR SOON”I SAY

I DON’T KNOW WHAT EDMUND WAS THINKING BUT WITHOUT ANY PRIOR NOTICE HE PUSHED HIS DICK INSIDE ME. I GASPED LOUD ENOUGH TO BE HEARD.

“ARE YOU OKAY IRENE?  WHAT’S WRONG?” PETER ASKED WORRIEDLY

EDMUND BEGAN THRUSTING INTO ME HARDER . FUCK. HIM FUCKING ME WHILE HIS BROTHER ALSO MY HUSBAND IS RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOOR. I THINK THAT GAVE HIM SOME SENSE OF ADVENTURE.

HE POUNDED IN ME AS I DIG MY NAILS IN HIS BACK DESPERATELY TRYING TO CONTROL MY SCREAMS.

“I’M FINE.. I JUST SLIPPED A LITTLE BECAUSE OF THE WATER ON THE FLOOR” I MANAGED TO ANSWER BACK SOMEHOW. “FUCK ED--”I WHISPERED

“ARE YOU HURT? YOU WANT ME TO HELP YOU?”

SHIT.

“NO NO I’M FINE. U GO DOWNSTAIRS. I’LL BE THERE”I SAY

FUCK I’M CLOSE

“ARE YOU SURE?”PETER ASKED CONCERNED

“YES , ABSOLUTELY...DON’T WORRY”I SAY TRYING TO NOT SOUND SHAKEY.

THE LAST THING I WANTED RIGHT NOW WAS TO BE CAUGHT BY MY HUSBAND WITH HIS BROTHER BURIED DEEP INSIDE ME

“OKAY THEN, SEE YOU SOON” PETER SAID

“MHMM--”

I HEAR THE DOOR CLOSE ASSURING PETER HAS LEFT.

FUCK. I’M ABOUT TO COME

“COME WITH ME BABYGIRL..COME WITH DADDY..”

“FUCK –ED--AHHH”I FEEL MY PUSSY CLENCHING AROUND HIS DICK.

“AHH..FUCK” WITH THAT WE BOTH ORGASMED TOGETHER.

I PANTED. "FUCK - ED..WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?”

“I THOUGHT IT WAS WILD AND ADVENTUROUS” HE LAUGHED

“IT WAS INDEED VERY ADVENTUROUS” I SMILED AT HIM.

I GET UP FROM THE TUB , WRAPPED A TOWEL AROUND MY HAIR AND PUT ON MY BATHROBE.

“YOU WAIT HERE UNTIL I SAY SO..FIRST I’LL CHECK THE SURROUNDINGS TO SEE IF ANYONE IS THERE..”

“OKAY MAAM..” HE LAUGHED

I STEPPED OUT OF THE BATHROOM CHAMBER AND LOOKED OUTSIDE AND AS I HOPED NOBODY WAS THERE. EDMUND STEPPED OUT OF THE BATH CHAMBER AND I HINTED HIM THAT THE ROAD IS CLEAR

HE PUT ON HIS BATHROBE AND LEFT THE ROOM.

-

[heresthefanfiction]

Chapter Update: South

“Some truths take our breath away.���- South by Sleeping at Last

After their harrowing adventures in England, the Pevensies have returned to the Golden Age of Narnia. But not everything is as golden as it seems.

To fix this, Edmund must set out on a journey he’s already take once before.

Chapter Four: Loyal, is up!

AO3

In every voyage he’d ever taken, the rocking of the boat usually served to put Edmund asleep. Now, it was doing the opposite. The wand lay in its leather sheath under his nightshirt, a constant reminder and burden. Allin was in the hammock below him, Zaria and Manon asleep on the beams above him. All of them standing guard over him, over the wand. Logically, he knew the wand was as safe as it could be. But apparently his mind was not going to let him be logical tonight.

Tagging:

@merilles @azureamlug @elecktrum @untestedtheory @arrthurpendragon @ocappreciationtag

[mattmurdocksthighs]

OCs + THEIR LOVE INTERESTS

FROM THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA [OC MASTERLIST]

sofia bennett + peter pevensie

rhysand greenleaf + edmund pevensie

[dancingsunflowers-ocs]

𝙊𝘾 𝘾𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝘽𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙤 2023

Ruslana Yang x Edmund Pevensie

↳ for @oneirataxia-girl

[the-great-empress]

Kings & Queens of Narnia

Once a king or queen of Narnia, a king or queen forever.

May their wisdom guide us until the stars fall.

[mags0142]

Nobody’s Son, Nobody’s Daughter

Hello my loves, I started working on a little bit of an Edmund fic. Although I am trying to develop something of my own the Narnia franchise is definitely a source material.

It’s an Edmund x Reader fic for now with a few original characters.

Tags : major character death (his siblings), smut, mentions of suicide (no further development on that though)

Please let me know what you think :) enjoy!

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Grief is a goodbye from love. It is the final gift we receive when we have wholeheartedly and honestly loved and were loved. It is the flag we wave around that screams “look at me, I was loved. I loved, I still love” and so we must carry our grief with pride and hold it high for it is proof of the sincere emotions we felt for one another which transcend life and death. We should cherish the grief and welcome it into our arms like we once welcomed our loved ones for it is their gift goodbye. And yet we run from it. We run from it until it finds us.

Edmund was currently running from it. Or rather towards it, seeing as he was trying to eliminate the source that caused it.

The men that had taken the lives of Edmunds most precious beings, his beloved siblings.

When Edmund heard of his sibling’s death he had long been aware of it. A wave of pain had overcome him. He had felt as if he had lost part of his soul and in a way he very much did. The boy who had burged into his chamber was carrying a message his heart had already received. Moreover he knew that their death was most unfair considering he was the only one deserving of being killed. they had been good people through and through their entire lives, they had been true to themselves and their morals.

Edmund couldn’t say the same for himself. He had betrayed them and risked their lives for his foolish desires. He was the only one deserving of being killed. He knew in his heart that he had betrayed them once again by not dying instead, by being spared of this terrible faith, by not being with them when they spoke their last words.

He felt himself a traitor of the highest degree.

His first thought had been to take his own life. To join his siblings and apologise to them. But he realised this would be the weak way out. If he wanted redemption he would have to suffer for it. He could only redeem himself and avenge the people closest to his heart if he lived through the pain.

And if he killed whoever took their lives. His siblings had been noble people, they rarely resorted to killing, even in times of war. Edmund wasn’t as pure. His soul would be tarnished anyway, there was no need to hold back now, not when his heart was aching and his lungs were burning and the image of their tortured faces haunted his thoughts.

He walked through the now empty castle. It was as if all life had left it, for Edmund it did. The kingdom was relieved in a way because they had still one monarch left. They had lost their compassionate and loyal queens and their brave king but they still had someone left, even if it was their least favourite one. Edmund had known that the popularity of his siblings surpassed his own by a landslide, but now was not the time to focus on his image amongst the people he ruled, not for him anyway. In a way he felt he had also betrayed his people by being the only one left, they didn’t deserve to lose their rulers the way they did. He knew taking over their responsibilities would be a difficult task but one he was willing to take on.

The king gathered his best swordsmen and ordered his smiths to forge the best weapons they possibly could.

“They’ll be long gone by the time we arrive, your Majesty, they most likely left right after .. after the .. the incident” Althea tried to suggest. Edmund turned to his advisor and studied his face. He had a look of worry in his eyes mixed with a hint of pity. Edmund frowned at the idea that Althea was pitying him. “Perhaps they have, but their elaborate scheme couldn’t have been orchestrated by a far, they must have had a base somewhere near the temple. If anything it should give us a clue to where they are headed next.”.

With that Edmund got up and moved towards the door “We leave at dawn, I suppose you’ll be joining us?” he turned slightly to Althea but only enough to catch a glimpse of him in the corner of his eye. “Of course your highness.” Althea replied softly, bowing to his King. “Good, thank you for your help Althea, I appreciate your support” Edmund replied quickly and left the room to disappear into his chamber.

It was late at night, he knew that he should be in bed right now but how could he ? How could he rest knowing his sibling's killer was still out there? How could he ever rest again knowing he had failed to protect the only people ever dear to him. Ever since the murder Edmund had been consumed by this disgusting, rotting guilt. It had infested him as soon as the life left their bodies and was now consuming every part of him. It ran through his veins and blackened his heart, draining it of love and replacing it with grief. It crawled up his body. Higher and higher until it reached his eyes and blurred his vision. He saw nothing but injustice and evil no matter where he looked. His own reflection disgusted him by far the most. How dare his cheeks be rosy with life and his chest beat with every breath of air he took.

He slowly undressed in the dim candle light and mindlessly put on his sleeping gown. He could have washed his face but there was no use in doing so for him. On one hand he was far too exhausted and occupied by other things to care for himself. On the other hand, probably unbeknownst to him, he refused to take care of himself as a form of punishment. He didn’t deserve to be taken care of, not even by himself when he hadn’t taken care of them. His physical appearance was to be as soiled as his soul. Everyone looking at him should know that he was a filthy traitor. He would run around dirty for the rest of his life if it meant repenting even a fraction of the sin he committed.

Through all his self inflicted pain and unavoidable grief he made an attempt to be rational and laid down in bed.

His sword, which used to belong to his older brother initially, and his armour were waiting by the foot of his bed, ready to be worn and used for revenge.

Edmund laid in his bed tossing and turning trying to shake off all these memories and thoughts of guilt. Even once he fell asleep he was moaning and twitching uneasily in his sleep.

Althea pressed his ear to the wall of his chamber that shared a wall with the King’s room. He listened intently to all the sounds Edmund made regardless if they were conscious or not. Secretly he hoped that Edmund would call out to him. Not as a King looking for his advisor while making rational decisions, but as a friend, perhaps a lover, looking for a shoulder to cry on, searching for a safe space to be vulnerable in. He was grateful to be so close to Edmund throughout all this time, but even with his held back discrete demeanour he could not deny that he was secretly lusting for the King. He had breached Edmund's privacy many times. Sneaking into his Chamber during bath time just to catch a glimpse of his beautiful porcelain skin, glistening in the water of the bath. He would relish in the sight of Edmunds dark hair clinging to his forehead and he counted the freckles on his lovely rosy cheeks.

Althea would take himself in hand and imagine those strong arms grabbing him and pushing him against the nearest wall. He imagined those plush lips hungrily devouring his and these hard abs to press against his slender frame. He would come thinking of deep brown eyes, pale skin, strong muscles and a large cock inside of him.

Afterwards he would feel soiled yet satisfied, he would retreat into his Chamber and go on as normal while Edmund was none the wiser.

A dirty part of him was glad they died. It made him the one closest to Edmund and gave him an opportunity to develop their relationship. He was aware that his desires were selfish but he wished so dearly that in his desperation and pain Edmund would turn to Althea in search of love. And Althea would give it to him willingly. He was ready to give up his body and soul for even the slightest touch of the King.

Edmund was aware of Althea's sexuality, in fact he was an active defender of Althea in front of everyone who thought to criticise who Althea chose to love. However he wasn't aware that Althea only really cared for one, Edmund himself. Edmund had never even suspected it, perhaps it was a lack of self-esteem or perhaps he thought their deep-rooted relationship was based on strictly platonic feelings. Either way the king never entertained the idea of being Althea’s object of desire.

Althea had no intention of correcting him. As much as Althea longed for his touch and craved his affection he would not dare risk their good bond. Even if it left him heartbroken he would rather moan into his pillow in the dead of night then potentially lose his king forever.

[theaawalker]

a christmas memory ❆ susan pevensie.

Pairing: Susan Pevensie x fem!oc Song Inspo: Graveyard by Halsey Word Count: 2,162 Summary: a Christmas dinner promises snow, reminiscing, s'mores, cuddles, hot chocolate, and a life-changing phone call. Warnings: mentions of death Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

The heavy snow had been falling for hours, carpeting the streets and rooftops of London in a thick, white blanket. Inside a cozy townhouse tucked away on a quiet street, warmth radiated from a crackling fire in the living room fireplace. The scent of roasted vegetables and spices lingered in the air, mixing with the sweetness of hot chocolate and the crackle of the fire. Susan Pevensie stood in the kitchen, her hands busy chopping vegetables for the Christmas dinner she had been planning for weeks. Her movements were purposeful, but there was a gentleness to them — a love for the moment she was about to share with her family, the people who meant the world to her.

On the couch across the room, you sat nestled into a thick, knitted blanket, sipping from a mug of hot chocolate. You were absorbed in your book, Count Luna by Alexander Lernet-Holenia, a gothic, WWII novel that Susan had initially thought too dark for her taste but had come to appreciate for its complexity. The dim light of the room flickered off the pages of the book as you turned them, the snow outside casting a soft glow through the window.

"It's going to be perfect, Susan," you said, looking up from her book and catching Susan's eye with a soft smile. "The dinner, I mean. Everything's ready for your siblings. They’ll love it."

Susan smiled back, wiping her hands on a dish towel as she leaned against the doorway, feeling the warmth of the moment.

"It’s important to me," she admitted, her voice soft. "Christmas means so much to them, to all of us. And this dinner... it's a chance for us to be together, after everything we've been through." Her gaze softened. "I want them to feel at home, to feel loved. They don’t visit often enough."

You nodded, a knowing look in your eyes. "I get it. I’ll make sure it’s all perfect. The rooms are all set up for them. They’ll be comfortable, and after dinner, we can all relax with some s’mores by the fire."

Susan chuckled, the warmth of the moment filling her heart. "You really do think of everything."

Your lips quirked upward. "It’s what I do."

The conversation drifted as Susan resumed her work in the kitchen, her hands moving as though on their own accord. You returned to your mystery book, but the atmosphere was peaceful, a shared understanding between the two of you.

Eventually, the conversation returned to the book.

"I think Count Luna is a bit like a reflection of the past," Susan said thoughtfully, breaking the silence. "It's about escaping reality, about running from the things we can’t change."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you mean?"

Susan hesitated, her mind drifting back to a time long ago, to the days when she was just a child, before everything had changed.

"When I was younger," she said slowly, "I was running from something, too. From a life that was too complicated. From a war that made no sense. My siblings and I were sent away to the professor’s house during the war, to be safe. But I can hardly remember how we passed the time there... it's all a blur."

A flashback unfolded in her mind.

[ Flashback: The Train to the Professor’s House ]

The sound of the train was a constant hum beneath Susan’s feet, the rhythmic clacking of wheels on the track almost lulling her into a trance. She was just eleven years old, her mind still struggling to grasp the magnitude of what had happened. The war. The evacuations. Her parents’ sudden disappearance. She sat in a corner seat of the train, her siblings clustered around her: Peter, ever the protector, Edmund, looking sullen, and Lucy, wide-eyed and uncertain. They had been sent away to live with a professor in the countryside, far from the bombings and the chaos.

Susan couldn’t remember much about the journey itself—just the way the world seemed to blur through the train window, and the hushed voices of her siblings, trying to reassure each other. The journey was long, silent, as if the train itself held its breath.

"Do you think we’ll be safe, Susan?" Lucy asked in a small voice, her tiny hands clutching her sister’s sleeve.

Susan smiled softly, though she wasn’t entirely sure. "We’ll be fine, Lucy," she replied, though she wasn’t convinced herself. She looked at Peter, who gave her a nod of reassurance, but there was fear in his eyes, too.

Edmund broke the silence, his voice full of bitter edge. "I don’t even know why we’re going," he muttered, "It’s not like we’re any safer in the countryside."

Peter glared at him. "Stop being difficult, Ed. We don’t have a choice."

But Susan didn’t intervene. She only gazed out the window, watching the world rush by in a blur of grey and green, wondering what the future would hold.

[ Flashforward: Susan and Yours Townhouse ]

Susan snapped back to the present with a deep breath, trying to shake the memories loose. Looking from the living room and sensing Susan’s shift in mood, you put your book down and stood, moving toward the kitchen.

"That sounds like such a difficult time," you said softly, your arms wrapping Susan from behind in a comforting embrace.

Susan leaned into the embrace, savoring the warmth.

"It was. I can’t even remember how we passed the time at the professor’s house. It’s all a haze — just bits and pieces. But I know it was when I started to realize how much I wanted to protect them, to keep them safe." Her voice dropped. "I promised them that I would."

You kissed the top of her head. "I can see that. You’ve always been their protector, Susan."

Susan smiled faintly, then pulled away, her thoughts drifting. "I think about that time sometimes. How we came from a place of so much fear. But when I think about it, I remember how we all stuck together. Even Edmund."

Your eyes softened. "The bond of family. That’s what matters most."

Susan nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of all those memories. "I think that’s why it’s so important, this dinner. To remember those bonds. To keep them strong."

You smiled and kissed Susan’s cheek. "We’ll make it perfect. And we’ll make new memories, too."

The conversation shifted then, to lighter matters.

"How did we even meet, I wonder?" Susan said, her tone playful. "I remember you were so… irritable."

You laughed softly. "I was not!" she protested.

"You were," Susan said with a smirk. "You bumped into me at the train station and gave me such a look."

You grinned, recalling the memory. "It wasn’t my fault you were standing in my way."

Susan shook her head, grinning.

[ Flashback: The Train Station ]

The bustling train station was a cacophony of hurried footsteps, clattering suitcases, and the distant screech of arriving trains. Susan Pevensie stood in line at the ticket counter, her mind preoccupied with the journey ahead. She was on her way to Doncaster, a trip she had decided on a whim, hoping for a change of scenery. The cold winter air nipped at her skin as she adjusted her scarf, the December chill biting at her exposed cheeks.

She was lost in thought when she heard a voice behind her.

"Excuse me, but I think you're standing on my foot."

Susan turned sharply, a mixture of surprise and irritation crossing her face. Behind her stood a woman, clearly annoyed, with a raised brow and arms crossed. Her dark hair was pulled back by a furry headband, and her sharp eyes were fixed on Susan with a mixture of impatience and amusement.

"Sorry," Susan muttered, stepping back. She was not in the mood for a confrontation. "I didn't notice."

You tilted your head, eyeing Susan for a moment before a wry smile crept across her lips.

"You’re one of those people, aren't you?" You said, tone laced with sarcasm.

Susan raised an eyebrow. "One of what people?"

"The type who don’t notice anything outside their own little bubble," you said with a shrug, as if this were the most obvious thing in the world.

Susan blinked, momentarily taken aback. "I’m sorry, but I don’t think—"

But before she could finish her sentence, the announcement over the PA system blared to life, drowning out the rest of their conversation. You sighed, clearly frustrated by the interruption.

"Great," you muttered under your breath. "I’ve already missed my train, and now I’m stuck with this."

"Maybe you should watch where you're going next time," Susan retorted, not ready to back down from a challenge.

You gave her a look of incredulity. "Oh, I’m sorry, am I ruining your perfect day?"

For a moment, the two exchanged sharp glares, their personalities clashing like two magnets with opposing poles. But then, without another word, you turned and walked toward the train platforms, leaving Susan fuming behind you.

[ Jump to: The Train to Doncaster ]

As fate would have it, both women found themselves on the same train to Doncaster. The train car was crowded, the scent of coffee and stale newspaper filling the air. Susan had already claimed a window seat and was about to settle her luggage when she heard the unmistakable sound of heels clicking on the floor.

The woman from the station approached with purpose. Your eyes met Susan’s, and a flicker of recognition passed between them. Susan frowned, her annoyance from the earlier encounter creeping back.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" you asked, her voice more resigned than polite.

Susan hesitated for a moment.

"I'd rather you not," she said, not willing to back down so easily. The last thing she wanted was to share space with someone who had already rubbed her the wrong way.

Your expression hardened. "Listen. I’m not asking for much. There’s no room anywhere else."

Susan could feel the irritation rising in her chest, but before she could reply, a man appeared, sliding into the seat of hers with a smug look on his face. He glanced at both women and then focused entirely on Susan.

"Excuse me," she said, "I believe this seat is taken."

"I'm afraid not anymore." The man said, his voice grating. His gaze flicked briefly to you, the woman next to Susan, a sneer crossing his lips. He looked back to Susan, wearing a façade of a sweet smile. "Yes. You, sweetheart. You’ll have to find another place."

Susan and you exchanged a brief, wary look. Then, in unison, you both turned to him, glaring at the man who had taken what was Susan's.

"This is my seat," Susan said, her voice low and firm, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

You stepped forward as well, her eyes blazing with defiance. "And this is my seat," she added, her voice sharp with irritation.

The man smirked, clearly thinking he could intimidate them.

"I’m not interested in what you think," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Without warning, the you reached out and grabbed the man by the arm, feigning a horrible sneeze. He wiped his glasses and gaped in shock.

"Apologies, I have- have..." You sneezed again. "Terrible allergies. It's the leather of the train seats, it-" you sneezed once more, taking him aback.

The man wiped his glasses again and gave Susan a look of bewilderment.

"You heard her," she said coldly. "Best not to catch something in this season."

The man stumbled, clearly taken aback, and after a few moments of hesitation, he backed down, muttering curses under his breath. He stomped out to the aisle and off to the other side of the train car, leaving both women standing in the aisle, victorious.

Susan couldn’t help but laugh, the tension that had built between them suddenly evaporating. "Well, that was... something," she said, glancing at you.

You grinned, arms crossed as you gave a small, satisfied shrug. "I do hate being underestimated. And it’s always nice to watch someone get put in their place."

Susan raised an eyebrow, still uncertain but intrigued.

"I didn’t think you had it in you," she teased, stepping back to let you sit.

"Oh, I can be surprisingly stubborn," you replied with a smirk, settling into the seat beside Susan. "You wouldn’t believe the number of people who’ve underestimated me." Your gaze softened. "And you? You’re not so bad yourself."

The remark caught Susan off guard, and for a moment, she was at a loss for words. She hadn’t expected any kind of warmth after their heated exchange. But something in your eyes told her there was more to you than met the eye.

As the train pulled out of the station, the cityscape of London fading into the distance, Susan found herself feeling oddly comfortable in your presence. The cold, tense atmosphere between them had dissolved, and in its place was something else — something unexpected.

You two spent the rest of the journey talking, your earlier tension giving way to easy conversation. You discovered you were both headed to Doncaster for different reasons, but both had a certain openness to the unknown, a curiosity that drew them together. By the time the train neared its destination, Susan realized that the woman sitting beside her was no longer a stranger. In fact, she wasn’t sure when the animosity had faded into something else entirely.

[ Flashforward: Susan and Yours Townhouse ]

Susan chuckled. "It was the start of something good."

The memory filled her with warmth, the way you two had both defended each other, slowly becoming friends, then more. It was a story she would always hold dear.

You leaned in and kissed her, a tender kiss that lingered for a moment.

"I love you," you whispered. "This evening will be perfect."

Susan smiled, feeling the warmth of the kiss linger. "I love you too."

"Now, what do you say we finish those s’mores before your family arrives?" You quipped.

Susan nodded.

"Yes, let's. They’ll be here in," she checked her watch, "ooh! Twenty minutes! I have to get the casserole out and--" But before she could finish, the phone rang in the hall. "That must be them. I'll get that. Would you get the casserole and begin setting the table? Remember, Edmund likes sweets, so put his furthest from the centerfold cake."

"I will. I will." You rubbed her arms and nodded, seeing her off to the ringing telephone. Susan hurried to answer it, her mind distracted by the thought of her siblings arriving.

She answered. "Hello, Peter? How far are you?"

The voice on the other end was cold, official. "Is this Susan Pevensie?" Susan knit her brows. "Speaking. Who is this?"

"Merry Christmas, ma'am. This is the London Police Department. I'm sorry to report there’s been an accident on the Bradley Manor train. A crash, you see." "Oh, God." Susan grabbed the phone with both hands. "Are they alright? My siblings. Peter, Edmund, and Lucy. W-what hospital are were they sent to?

"Ms. Pevensie. Your family... your brothers and sister, they... they didn’t make it."

The words hit Susan like a physical blow. She stood frozen for a moment, unable to comprehend what she had just heard. Then, slowly, she hung up the phone and turned back toward the kitchen, her face pale.

You, in the process of cooling off the casserole, looked at the kitchen counter with a smile. "The casserole came out great, my love. Oh! Lucy's going to love it. You said it was her favorite dish, yes? Did you tell them merry christmas for me, Susan?" There was a pause. "Susan?"

As soon as you turned around and saw the expression on Susan’s face, your smile faltered. "Susan?"

Susan stood motionless, the weight of the news sinking in. Your voice trembled as you approached and asked, "What did they say on the phone?"

Susan swallowed hard, her cracked voice gutting out but a whisper. "They’re not coming home."

The world seemed to stop as the reality of those words settled between them. The fireplace crackled softly, the s’mores and casserole forgotten, as the snow outside continued to fall, blanketing the world in an endless white.

[multifandomgirl12]

Hello everyone I'm wanting an rp because I'm bored and I also am in the mood for Narnia rp well I want someone to play Caspian, or Edmund and I am willing to do double ups I'm semi lit but I can be literate I also want to start from the second or even the third movie please comment or pm me if you're interested

Discord: .fandomfreak

[justtwotired]

Guys I’m free for the coming few days and I am incredibly boreeed, please give me some recs so I can write instead of endlessly scrolling on TikTok

I write for these fandoms:

Harry Potter Golden trio era and marauders era

Narnia

Ninjago

SSO

Lord of the rings/the hobbit

Stranger things

The dragon prince

Wednesday

Sam and Colby / Johnnie Guilbert

Arcane

Willow (Kit Tanthalos and Jade Claymore)

The rookie

Carmen Sandiego

Atla

That was about it, I’ll basically write anything so just lemme know ;)

(No smut tho, not really comfortable with that.)

[cosplayboi18]

I’m writing an Edmund x OC fic at the moment and it’s taking over my brain. Anyways here’s scene I will never get to flush out bc I doubt I’ll ever get to voyage on the dawn treader in the universe of my fic but I need to get this out of my head.

Edmund: hey thanks for saving us from drowning but I really wish my wife was here right now

Caspian: uh about that…

Edmund: you have my comatose wife on your ship don’t you

Caspian: yes I do

Edmund: why?

Caspian: because you told me to look after her so I’ve been keeping her with me

Edmund: so you’ve been dragging my comatose wife to Aslan knows where for THE PAST 3 YEARS?!?

Caspian: ya… but in my defense it seemed like the best solution at the time

Edmund: I’m going to kill you

Caspian: That’s fair

[raging-violets]

Can't have you injuring yourself, now can we?" + issi!

OTP Prompts: Protectiveness | Ask Box

Narnia: Prompt | Excuses, Excuses | Edmund x Issi

Issi Winters looked up from the clotting cuts over bruised and swollen knuckles to the brown eyes of Edmund Pevensie. This wasn’t an unusual sight for her; injuries as small as a scratch from a thorn, as serious as crushed bones, and anything in between could show up at her door. These particular brown eyes, though. That was few and far between.  

Narnians, the people of Archeland and Calormen, and many different creatures often used Beruna as a resting place between the territories. Since Lord Miraz’s defeat, Beruna had been growing steadily, flourishing under the Telmarines that decided to stay and start a new life for themselves, rebuilding the city, and looking to start schools and businesses.  

After the Telmarines were driven out of the area, Issi had decided to stay in Beruna and open an apothecary; her way of following her dream of becoming a doctor.  

“If I didn’t know you any better, Edmund,” she said, grasping his chin to tilt his head back and forth, side to side, as she looked over his split lip, puffy right cheekbone, and gritty bits of dirt and blood that had trickled out of his hairline and down his forehead. Issi gave the king a smile of amusement as she released his face. “I’d reckon you were doing this on purpose.”  

Edmund’s eyebrows came towards each other. “What do you mean?” he asked.  

“I mean,” Issi said, “Lu has her healing cordial—"  

“All the way back at Cair Paravel. And Peter told her not to use it,” Edmund said, with a hint of annoyance to his voice, “unless absolutely necessary.” The same kind of annoyance, she assumed, appeared in her voice whenever her mother reminded her, unnecessarily, how getting their rations for the day and getting to work on time was the best place for her. Issi twisted her mouth to the side, watching as Edmund subconsciously shifted on his stool. He then lifted his hand, pressing it into his lower left side.   

She had heard the stories of the Pevensies’ first journey in Narnia. Of the severe injury he had sustained at the hands of Jadis. It seemed, despite the healing cordial’s work, he could still feel pain in the location. Or maybe he was just remembering what it had felt like; a lifetime ago in one phase of his life, yet still in recent memory.  

“Talks between the Narnians and Calormen broke down, that’s all,” he explained. He sighed through his nose when he noticed her appraising look. “I’m ok.” That’s what he always said. Edmund had never been known to make much of a fuss over himself.  

“You’re a right, bloody liar, Edmund Pevensie,” Issi said with a laugh. “You’re exactly like some of the little ones here that always come ‘round the time school starts, talking about feeling crummy, and their head aches them so.”  

“Not everybody likes school,” he said with a wry smile.  

“And Cair Paravel is out by the coast, past Glasswater,” Issi said, finishing her initial thought. She gathered the front folds of her dress in her hands. Lifting the hem out of the dirt, she brushed past Edmund to reach her wall of vials. She quickly scanned over the array in front of her and grabbed a few off the shelf. Arms laden with a pestle, a bowl, a cup of water she had retrieved from a basin, she carried them back over to her stool. “Yet you came inland to Beruna.” She looked him over again. “I suppose your head does ache.”  

“Just a little,” he admitted. “And we needed to stock up on supplies.” 

He suddenly looked tired. Still a formal air was still evident in his tone, and his eyes were alert. It was a stark contrast to the king that made his way through town moments before. So sure of himself, shoulders back, eyes alight with the confidence he wanted to spread to those living in Beruna, yet reflecting what he had experienced. He had quickly grown into his role of the king of Narnia over the years.  

In his early twenties, he was still a young man, both in his energy and his temperament at times, but he was also one that had a serious side to him. He could lead a strategy meeting in the wake of Peter’s absence, yet he was also one who was known for what little amount of words he’d say. Outside of attempts of formal talks between countries, such as this most recent trip, Edmund had grown to be known as the “strong, silent type.”  

He, much like his brother and sisters, had to grow up really quickly. With both the war he and his brothers and sister had been sent away from, and the responsibility of running a country on their own. One situation where he was often told he wasn’t old enough to join adult conversations, the other where he held those conversations and had to think carefully as his words dictated the outcome for others. 

It was a nice change to witness. Even if from afar. 

“And a break. It was easier going past the River Rush instead of travelling through all the mountains outside of Archenland. One of the centaurs went ahead to give Peter, Susan, and Lu word of our delay; a few came with us as our guard. And Lucy would have my head if I didn’t stop to see you.”  

Issi paused slightly in removing the stopper from her vials. She kept her gaze on the task at hand. The Kings and Queens of Narnia were good to their people. They wanted to know how best to help those they served so they travelled to surrounding communities from time to time. Excitement would sweep through the town whenever word of a visit from the Kings and Queens was announced. It was always good to see her friends, they did make it a point to see her when they visited. Still, she couldn’t stop her heart from (annoyingly) fluttering at his words. And what those words could have really meant.  

“You can come see me anytime you want, Ed, you don’t have to get hurt to do it.”  

She dumped the contents into the bowl before she grabbed her pestle and started crushing the contents, purposefully avoiding his eyes. What a bold statement to make to someone of his high stature. Of everyone in Narnia and the surrounding lands he could look towards, and of all the maidens who have let their interest known to the kings’ and queens’ court, why he would choose a merchant such as herself was beyond her. She found herself in a right state the moment the fact that she actually cared about something like that had hit her. 

Edmund made a sound of impatience in the back of his throat. 

“I’m sorry, was it or was it not you, whom Peter has said got into fights back home a time or two? Or a few?” Issi asked, lifting her head to give Edmund a challenging look. “Hmm?” 

“What else have you heard from Peter?” Edmund asked, meeting her challenging look with his dark eyes. Darker now, due to something she couldn’t quite pinpoint. Or she could but didn’t want to say what it was out loud. 

“Oh, nothing, just that Lucy is his favorite sister,” Issi said. 

Edmund snorted. “Yeah, well, that’s not surprising.” 

“Relax, Ed, I’m sure you’re his favorite brother.” 

That time he laughed through his nose, a weak smile coming to his face. 

“I do have a gift for Lu,” Issi mused, setting down the pestle and bowl to brush her hands over the apron draped over the front of her dress. “Been meaning to bring it ‘round your way. So, it is a good thing you popped by. Otherwise, I might’ve missed you.” 

“Now whose saying they’re doing things on purpose?” Edmund asked. “You could always just give me whatever it is for Lucy.” 

“I don’t need Her Highness to come all the way out here to shout at me for not visiting,” Issi said with an incredulous laugh. Lucy may be the youngest of the kings and queens, but she was plucky. Get her mad enough and it looked like even her auburn hair was alight with the fire she held inside of her. “And you know she would.” 

Edmund hummed in agreement. Then, he lifted his hand and waved it lazily to indicate himself. “So, how bad does it look?” 

“I know you’re already itching to get back, maybe even to spar with Peter, but you have to take the time to rest,” Issi warned. “Or else you might make that split even worse than it is right now.” She reached up her hand to brush his dark locs up and away from his forehead. Edmund briefly closed his eyes at the touch before snapping them open again. A mere blink. “I know how you two get when you’re practicing.” 

“I guess I have some time to stay for a bit,” he conceded with a sheepish grin. After all, she had fixed up a few bloody noses, shallow cuts, and looked after a concussion or two from both him and Peter while she still lived on their grounds. Neither of the kings liked to lose. 

“Lucky me,” Issi said with a smile. “And I want to make sure you don’t have a concussion.” She clicked her tongue much like how her mother did when she was annoyed with her daughter. She busied herself by taking strips of cloth and dunking it into the bowl, making sure the liquid settled in the bowel soaked into the material. “Riding that horse all the way, could’ve done you more damage. Can’t have you hurting yourself, can we?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Edmund grumbled. He looked around the space before looking back at her. “What do you have for Lucy, anyway?” 

“A whole tin of marzipan,” Issi explained. “And a couple other sweets. Made fresh from the bakery.” 

“Yes, Lu would certainly come here to yell at you should she not have gotten any sweets,” Edmund said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “OUCH!” Edmund violently flinched when Issi pressed a sopping strip of cloth to the back of his hand. 

“Keep speaking like that, and my bedside manner will leave a lot to be desired,” Issi said with a smile.  

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Tag List: @foxesandmagic @witchofinterest @ocappreciationtag @darknightfrombeyond - I apologize if I forgot to add anyone to this tag list.

[nightingale2004]

Meet my Narnia oc

Alina: female

Age: 13-28 (the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe), 1300+ (Prince Caspian and Dawn Treader)

Appearance:

Family: Professor Diggory Kirk (former guardian), The Pevensies (sibling figures), Aslan (father)

Personality: caring, loyal, reliable, kind, compassionate, intelligent, patient, calm, level-headed, playful, strong-willed, generous, devoted, respectful, open-minded, selfless, honorable, determined, brave, stubborn

Epithet: The True

Title/status: Guardian and advisor to the sons of Adam and daughters of Eve (formerly), Queen of Narnia (now)

Species: Sorceress

Items/jewelry: silver locket w/ a heart engraved (glows when opened and/or at full power. Given by father christmas)

Weapons: dagger, sword w/ a lion head hilt, bow and arrow quiver (her initials are on the quiver/ also a gift from father christmas)

Love interest: Caspian X

Extra: Before Alina was born, it was prophesied that a guardian of the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve would be be born and would ensure their claim to the thrones of Cair Paravel and they would also be powerful sorceress to help defeat the white witch and end her reign. After Alina was born, the cold winter winds of Narnia blew a warmth of hope telling everyone of Narnia that the guardian was born including Jadis the white witch, so she sent her army to find her and eliminate her and those that harbored her. Alina's mother was confronted by Aslan in a dream. He told her about Alina's destiny, and he promised that she would be safe, but she would have to be separated from her family for her own safety. So Alina's mother gave her to Aslan, who transported her to earth in the home of Professor Diggory Kirk, where he raised her with Macready. As she grew up, she went back to Narnia once where she met Mr. Tumnus once, but after that one journey, she never went back again until she met the Pevensies.

After she met the Pevensies, she immediately loved them and felt a pull towards them to protect them and from then on she had never left their side, until they left Narnia to their home but Alina this time remained.

[marie-swriting]

Author's Note N°5

Just writing this to say a huge thank you to @penguinwriter24 for helping me correcting my one shots. Without her, my fanfics would be full of "that", "because", "besides" and more so thank you, Annstas, for making sure I don't use the same damn words haha.

By the way, if you're a fan of Narnia, she's currently publishing a Fanficfion (Edmund Pevensie x OC!female) called One Last Time. Here's the link to the Masterlist. I had the honour to read it entirely before she shared it here, and I loved it ! Not gonna say anything else to not spoil anything, but go read it if Edmund is your favourite character!

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J'écris ce post surtout pour remercier @penguinwriter24 car elle m'aide énormément dans mes traductions. Sans elle, il y aurait tellement plus de répétitions !!

Je voulais aussi profiter de ce post pour vous informer qu'elle publie actuellement une fanfiction sur Narnia intitulée One Last Time donc si vous êtes fan de l'univers et d'Edmund, n'hésitez pas à aller la lire. C'est une fanfiction avec un personnage féminin original. Je vous mets le lien ici. J'ai eu la chance de la lire en avant-première et j'ai adoré ! Je ne vais pas ajouter autre chose pour ne pas spoiler, mais n'hésitez pas à aller lire son histoire si vous aimez Edmund !

[arrows-unofficial-ocs]

for the plot bunny ask game: the chronicles of narnia!

name: joseph patrick david mallon

age: 20 in 1949

sexuality: heterosexual

job: student, studying history

love interest: susan pevensie

brief summary: joseph mallon had gone to london for university, the first in his family to do so. he’d struggled to make that choice but eventually, he’d agreed to take the scholarship. a poor catholic kid from dublin couldn’t pass up that opportunity. it was there he met susan pevensie, the girl with the sadness in her eyes. joseph found that she was one of the most beautiful women that he’d ever seen. nothing about her made sense until that night in 1949. susan called him in tears and he learned that her whole family, brothers and sister and parents and cousin, had been killed in a train accident. joseph learned of narnia that night, and while he’d never quite been sure what to make of it, he followed susan’s lead with it. and maybe there was some scandal in their eventual marriage, what with joseph being catholic and susan being an anglican protestant, but what did that matter?

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[raven-dor]

mine, all mine, all mine

four times in which edmund is an overly cautious father

PAIRING: edmund pevensie x wife!reader, edmund pevensie x oc!children

WARNINGS: fluff, overprotective nature, sword fighting, fluff ending

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

AN: This is set during the Golden Age, so all of them are adults!! also your title is fair, as in an adjective for just, not at all a description of what the reader looks like!! your children's names are caroline and stephen!!

one.

“Edmund!” A frantic voice called out through the west wing of Cair Paravel. “Edmund, come quickly!” 

The just king’s heart sank. He raced down the hall, pushing past lords, ladies, and servants alike to get to his wife. She was rather far along, he told himself. Perhaps she had gone into labor early… The very thought filled him with fear. Their rooms were in the east wing, completely across the vast castle. 

He wouldn’t want her to deliver in a place she was not familiar with, but unless she wanted to walk across the castle…

He burst through the doors, ready for anything. 

Anything except his very pregnant wife laughing at their eldest, who had ripped their rather expensive curtains and turned them into a tunic of some sort. The girl was merely five, but as his wife said, very conscious of her fashion choices. 

Edmund tried not to glare at the fair queen, walking beside her and placing a gentle hand on her stomach. “How is the babe?” 

“Fine.” She waved him off, kissing his cheek quickly as she watched their daughter. 

He smiled, watching her grin widen. “And you? How are you?” 

“Fine, Edmund. I’m fine,” She rubbed her stomach, grabbing his hand in hers. “He’s fine. We’re all fine.” Her eyebrows contorted with a sort of concern and humor. “Did you run here? I hope I didn’t worry-”

He shook his head, kissing her lips lightly. “How do you know it will be a boy?” 

“A mother always knows.” She smirked. “Just like I knew the last time.” 

Edmund rolled his eyes, turning back to their daughter. “Peter will be furious.” 

“At you perhaps,” Y/N murmured. “Your brother adores Caroline. He will find it hilarious.” 

“Caroline,” Edmund called out, distracting their daughter. “Come here, my love.” 

The small girl raced over, attaching herself to her father’s leg. “Papa!” 

He lifted his leg, groaning. “You are quite strong. Tell me, how did you rip the curtain?” 

The child giggled. “I cut it.” 

Edmund looked up at his wife slowly, who was hiding her laughter behind her hand. “Really?” 

Y/N nodded. “I got caught in the hall talking to Lord Dilitmov and she ran off.” Gesturing towards their very attentive daughter, she laughed again. “This is how I found her.” 

Edmund couldn’t help it anymore, laughing along with her. “You are quite the mischievous child.” He shook his head, walking out of the room with his wife’s arm through his and his daughter attached to his leg. “I wonder where you get it from.” 

Caroline giggled. “You, Papa!” 

Edmund scoffed, shaking his head as they (slowly) walked down the hall. “Nonsense. You get that trait from your mother.” 

Y/N raised her eyebrow. “I thought we established we were not to lie to our children, Edmund.” 

Caroline nodded, batting her eyelashes. “Are you lying, Papa?” 

Edmund sighed. “You two…” 

two.

“But Father-” 

“No!” Edmund snapped, staring at his children from his throne. It had been the middle of his weekly audience with the people of Narnia, and his children had burst in, interrupting for thirty minutes. He had explicitly told them to only interrupt if it was an emergency. While he loved his children greatly, his people needed his time, and they could not interrupt just because the wished to. 

Apparently that message had not stuck. 

“Edmund…” Y/N leaned over, whispering in her husband’s ear. “You know what I’m going to say.” 

He shook his head. “My love, that is completely out of the question. It is too dangerous-” 

She rose an eyebrow, halting him in his tracks. “Did we or did we not go into the Narnian woods alone when we were merely 11?” 

“That-” 

“Did we or did we not?” 

He sighed. “We did-” 

“Exactly.” 

“But…” His children groaned. “We had no idea of the danger that lay in wait. That the entire world was in.” He grabbed his wife's hand, kissing the back gently. “What if she comes back? What if there are assassins or-” 

“Edmund, she has been gone for twenty eight years. And since when have there been assassins? They will be perfectly safe.” Y/N kissed the back of his hand in return. “Trust me.” 

“Please father?” His son pleaded. “Caroline has wanted to show me-” The elder girl elbowed her brother, effectively cutting him off. “I meant, Caroline heard of a-” 

Edmund waved his hand. “Caroline, I expect you to watch over your brother.” He sat straight in his throne. “You may be eleven, Stephen, but you are my son, and I do not want you or your sister going into the Woods without telling us. Ever again.” He looked over at his daughter. “Don’t think General Oreius hasn’t been keeping me updated on your little excursions.” 

Caroline groaned. “Papa, I am sixteen, surely you believe I am capable of handling myself.” 

“Your father loves you my dear.” Y/N smiled. “You are an independent and strong young lady, but you are still a princess-” 

“Of Narnia, yes I know. I am constantly reminded.” Caroline crossed her arms. “May we please be excused?” 

Edmund nodded. “Be safe, please. For my sake.” 

As soon as they had left the throne room, Edmund gestured for a guard to approach. “Send a scout after them, ensure they are not harmed.” 

The guard nodded, walking away before the fair queen called after him. “Make sure you are not seen.” Edmund tilted his head, and she sighed. “We can’t let them think we don’t trust them, Edmund.”

He groaned, leaning his head against the back of his throne. “Caroline despises me. I can see it as clear as day.” 

Y/N laughed. “Oh my dear boy…” 

Edmund shook his head, looking over at his radiant wife. “Not a boy. Not anymore.” 

“You will always be a boy. That will never change.” She smiled. “Just as our daughter’s love will never change.” 

“She used to love me, always following me around and attending meetings. Now she cannot be in the same room as me without disagreeing.” 

“She is growing, Edmund. It is a confusing time for anyone, let alone a young princess with duties and responsibilities. She loves you, trust me.” 

“Why did she have to grow so fast?” Edmund’s eyes began to water. “My little girl.” 

Y/N laughed again, kissing her husband’s cheek sympathetically. “Shall we call the audience back?” 

He nodded, clearing his throat. “I believe we should.” 

three.

Edmund stood on his terrace, watching his son train in the courtyard. He was getting good, better even, than Edmund himself. In his prime, as he so often reminded his children, he had been the best swordsman in Narnia, better than their uncle. 

Now, he swapped his sword for a pen, making sure all the laws he had implemented over the years were documented correctly. His son, when he was of age, would take up the mantle of Commander of the Narnian Army. Until then, his cousin, Peter’s eldest son, would hold the position. 

Stephen was always trying to prove himself to his father, although Edmund could not figure out why. He thought his son was a fantastic young prince, kind, cunning, and just. He was well loved by the people of Cair Paravel, and he treated everyone with respect. 

Edmund couldn’t have asked for a better son than him. He loved his children more than anything, besides his wife, and hoped that they knew that. 

He waved as Stephen looked up, eyes widening when he realized his father was watching. His son waved back, only to be taken by surprise from his tutor, swiping his legs out from under him. Stephen fell backwards, landing on the ground with a thud, stilling. 

Edmund’s smile dropped, and he threw his quill to the ground, running to the courtyard. 

What he did not see was his son pretending to be hurt in order to catch his tutor off guard. 

Edmund burst through the large doors, yelling. “Where is my son? What-” 

Stephen froze, turning around with bright red cheeks. “Father, you’re embarrassing me-” 

Edmund raced over, hugging him tightly. “Are you quite alright?” 

“Father I am-” 

The instructor interrupted. “If I may Your Majesty, your son disarmed me.” He smiled. “Quite cunningly in fact.” 

Edmund laughed, looking back at his son. “Is that true?” 

Stephen nodded. “Yes, Father.” 

“Well…” Edmund clapped his hands. “I am sorry for overreacting.” 

Stephen laughed. “It’s alright, Father. Truthfully, I'm glad you were watching.” He nudged the king. “Perhaps we can spar each other.” 

“Absolutely not.” The crowd of knights and noblemen alike turned around, kneeling instantly. ‘Your Majesty’ echoed through the yard as the fair queen walked towards her family. Y/N kissed her son on the cheek. “You know your father has a bad shoulder.” 

Edmund glared playfully at his wife. “My love, it is fine.” 

“Oh, is it?” She crossed her arms. “I remember you saying just last night that-” Edmund kissed her quickly, much to the dismay of their son. 

“Really Papa? You two are much too old to be acting this way.” 

And daughter, apparently. The older couple turned around, smiling at the Princess. “I am never too old to appreciate your mother’s beauty, Caroline.” He smiled, kissed her cheek gently. “Never too old.” 

Y/N smiled back, watching as Caroline completely ignored her father, staring at her brother’s instructor with an intensity that Y/N could only compare to how she looked at Edmund. The instructor locked eyes, blushing immediately and taking his leave from the courtyard. 

Interesting, Y/N thought as she watched her daughter’s attention drift away. Very interesting.

four.

“Father!” A voice echoed through the west wing, and Edmund’s heart dropped. “Father, come quickly!” 

He ran like a young man again, whipping through the lords and ladies alike to get to his daughter. His grandchildren were young, and he had fussed over them almost as much as he had his own children. The thought of something happening to them, or his daughter filled him with a sense of dread. 

Slamming the doors open, he let out an audible sigh of relief when he saw the entirety of his family standing around the table, a birthday cake with too many candles in the center. He walked up to his daughter, kissing her on the cheek. “You almost gave me a heart attack, young lady.” 

Caroline laughed, kissing her father’s cheek in return. “Not so young anymore Papa.” She gestured toward the cake. “Make a wish.” 

Peter yelled out from his chair. Edmund’s heart always broke at the sight; his once full of life, powerful older brother, was now an old man, older than Edmund had ever imagined him. “Take your time Ed. I’m not getting any younger.” 

Edmund glared, shoving his brother playfully. “How does your wife put up with you I wonder.” 

Peter scoffed. “Probably as well as yours does. Poor Y/N.” He laughed. “She is a saint for marrying you. As are your children for putting up with you.” 

Lucy sighed. “Can you two please stop bickering?” 

Susan nodded. “It is quite exhausting.” 

Edmund rolled his eyes. “Where is your mother Stephen? I have not seen her all day-” 

The door creaked, and Edmund turned around, grinning. Aslan, she was radiant. As radiant as the day he met her, nearly eighty years ago. Approaching her husband, she kissed him gently, whispering so they were the only two that heard. “Miss me?” 

“Every moment you are away.” Edmund responded, taking her arm. “How was your day my love?” 

“It-” 

His grandchildren groaned. “Grandfather, cut the cake, please!” 

Caroline widened her eyes. “Behave yourselves. Honestly, I don’t know where you get it from.” 

The old couple broke out into hysterical laughter, as did the rest of the room almost immediately after. “Oh my dear girl.” Edmund said in between laughs. “We are quite similar.” 

Stephen scoffed. “Who does that make me like-” Caroline smacked her brother over the head, and he stopped, turning slowly toward his sister. “What was that for?” 

“Shut it.” She hissed, smiling sweetly back at her parents. “Shall we cut your cake Father?” 

Edmund nodded, approaching the cake. “What flavor is it?” 

“Raspberry and chocolate.” Caroline smiled. “Your favourite.” 

Edmund grinned, taking a deep breath. Closing his eyes for a moment, flashes of his life flew through, from when he first met his new neighbor (now wife) to now. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes, blowing out the candles with a single blow. The room erupted into cheers, his youngest granddaughter pulling on his tunic. “What did you wish for Grandfather?” 

He knelt down, whispering. “It wouldn’t be much of a wish if I told you, now would it?” 

She shook her head, giggling. “I suppose not.” 

He stood up, looking over at his wife with all the love he could muster. Y/N stared back, smiling gently. “Are you quite alright, my love?”

“Perfect.” Edmund whispered. “Thank you.” 

She laughed, leaning her head on his shoulder as they looked at their family. “Whatever for?” 

“Everything.” Edmund smiled. “Everything.”

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