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themessedupsonata · 2 years ago
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A Little Favour
Edmund Pevensie x Fem!Reader
Summary: Your best friend Edmund (aka the love of your life) asks you to help him invite his crush on a date.
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warnings: none ig. Slight angst but most fluff and a slight mention of sex but not really
A/N: I pictured this story happening post WW2, but I made no references to the 40s so it can be read as a modern au
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“I have for the first time found what I can truly love–I have found you. You are my sympathy–my better self–my good angel–I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life...” 
Edward Rochester's speech was rudely interrupted by some inconvenient person who was knocking at your door. You rolled your eyes and mumbled a "come in" loud enough so whoever was on the other side of the door could hear you.
Edmund Pevensie's head popped through the small space of the half-opened door and you completely forgot why you were angry in the first place. 
"Hi Y/N/N. Can we talk?" He smiled nervously.
You nodded and he sat down on the small couch that was in front of your bed so you could look at each other comfortably.
"I missed you, ya know?"
"We saw each other yesterday afternoon, Ed."
"Yesterday didn't count, Y/N. We were with my siblings." He pointed.
Edmund had a point. You loved Peter, Susan and Lucy; but you had multiple intimate matters that you preferred to talk about with Ed only.
"What did you want to talk about? Sounds important."
You were always closest to Edmund than of the other Pevensies. Since the two of you were four, you've been best friends. People were right, you and Ed were always joined at the hip. It was always you and him against the world and you hoped it would stay that way forever.
"I'm in love."
Your world stopped. Well, apparently it wouldn't be just the two of you against the world anymore. Now you would have to share your best friend.
"Oh, Hm… I- didn't see that coming. I mean, that’s great! If…" You trailed off with the words, but Ed seemed too lost in his thoughts that most likely involved this girl to hear you. "If you're happy, so am I!"
You knew very well that it was selfish, but you wanted him to be happy with you. You knew him better than anyone, he loved your company and even though you doubted his words a little, he always said you were cute. Why weren't you good enough for the boy you’ve been in love with for six years?
You bit your bottom lip to keep your eyes from filling with tears and discreetly cleared your throat before leaning forward slightly from your spot on the bed to snap your fingers in front of Edmund’s face, who had his head in the clouds.
"Oh, sorry. I… I'm just kind of nervous, you know? That's why I came here. I need your help to ask her out on a date." He spoke so quickly that you almost didn't understand him. He was avoiding your eyes, clearly nervous.
You sighed tiredly and knelt in front of him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
You weren't being fair. For years you were the most important girl in his life (after his sisters and his mother of course) and your approval clearly means the world to him. If you were as madly in love with someone as Ed seemed to be with this girl, you also would be heartbroken if your best friend didn't support you.
"Of course, I'll help you, Ed. I'm happy for you. What do you have in mind for the date?"
He sighed in relief and was already visibly more relaxed.
"I'm not sure. That's why I came to you. I suspect my siblings know, but I don't want to hear their taunts. Especially if she dumps me."
You ignored all the negative feelings that came with this sentence and focused only on your friend.
"Be optimistic, okay? You're an amazing guy and if she dumps you, it’s her loss. And I think I can help you much more if you tell me who she is." You suggested.
Edmund was never one to be easily embarrassed, but for some reason today he was blushing like there was no tomorrow.
"I don't think I have a chance with her, okay? I'd rather not say who she is for now. I trust you and know you'll know how to help me plan the perfect date."
Only a mad person could agree with …
"Of course I can help you, Ed."
Mad; that's what you are.
His face lit up
"Thank you so much, Y/N/N! You're the best!" He exclaimed, getting up to hug you.
You always forgot about the rest of the world when you were with Ed. You'd give anything to be able to smell his cologne, bury your face in his neck, and be held in his warm arms for eternity.
But that would never be possible.
Because he would never be yours.
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You guys were meeting every day to decide how Ed could ask out the mysterious girl (Yes, he was still refusing to tell you who she was) a couple of weeks ago. You honestly had no idea who she could be because as far as you knew, you were the only girl he interacts with. Your only suspect was Chloe Chapman, the most beautiful girl of your school year. She lent her eraser to you in the biology class so she was probably very nice. But she had travelled to America with her family and she would spend the whole summer there and Edmund wanted to arrange the date for three days from now. There was no way it could be her.
Apparently, your best friend knew this girl very well. He knew her favourite flowers and snacks, (Which was very helpful as he wanted the date to be a picnic) Ed insisted it would be perfect as she wouldn't like something too expensive and elaborate while also wanting something special and unique. That day you cried yourself to sleep because a picnic was your idea of the perfect date and you loved to fantasize about sharing that experience with Edmund. But now he would realize your dream with someone else.
Life was very unfair.
To make everything worse, he begged you to wait with him until she arrived. Edmund would never ask you to stay on the date with him because he wanted to have a private moment with the girl of his dreams and didn't want to make you uncomfortable being the third wheel. But he wanted you to stay with him to give him moral support until she shows up.
That was the only time in your life you hated being best friends with him.
At that very moment, you were in Edmund's room. He told you he was going to ask the mysterious girl out this afternoon and he would be here any minute with her answer.
A part of you really wanted her to say 'yes' because Ed was madly in love with her and you didn't want him to be heartbroken if she rejected him. But you couldn't help but wish she would say' no' because if she accepts, you knew Edmund would fight until the end for their relationship to last and you would be obligated to be his maid of honour and eventually the godmother of his children. The thought made you shiver.
You nearly had a heart attack when the door burst open and Edmund appeared, looking like he had won a million pounds in a marathon.
"She said yes!" he exclaimed. You've never seen him so happy before
“Oh my God, Ed! I'm so happy for you!" You replied, doing your best to look enthusiastic.
The two of you held each other for a while until Edmund broke the comfortable silence.
“You will be there, right?” he murmured against your hair.
“Of course, Ed. I will always be there when you need me.” That was the first completely true sentence you've said to him since he told you about the mysterious girl.
"Good. Thank you for everything” He pulled away from you just enough so that he could look to your face.
You were almost sure he stared at your lips and he was just as stunned by the proximity as you were. But he gently turned away from you and went to his desk to get the little notebook you both were using to plan Edmund's date. You tweaked the last details for the rest of the afternoon, but you noticed the way he avoided your gaze the entire time and you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel like your heart had been ripped out of your chest.
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Today was the big day. Edmund asked you to get ready because you were meeting the mysterious girl today and he really wanted you to make a good impression on her so you both could become friends.
Fantastic. Simply fantastic.
You picked up your favourite summer dress and put on some simple makeup. It was an outdoor picnic after all.
Edmund arranged for you to meet at 3:30 pm at a flower shop near Primrose Hill, the place where the date would happen. Arriving at the store, it wasn't long before you found him and you forgot how to breathe when you saw the owner of your heart wearing a plain blue sweater and comfy trousers that you'd never seen him wear before. Apparently, he took your advice and bought new clothes for the occasion. He looked adorable.
“Hi, Ed” You called out to get his attention.
He turned to you and you felt your cheeks heat up as you felt his gaze travel over your body.
“You are…Wow! Y/N…I don't even have the words to say how beautiful you look” he said nervously, the pure adoration in his voice making your stomach flutter.
“Thanks, Ed. You look good too” You smiled.
The two of you quickly pulled yourselves together and set out on a journey to buy the perfect flowers for his date. In addition to her favourite flowers (which coincidentally were your favourite flowers as well), he asked the seller for help buying flowers with specific meanings. You were passionate about flowers, but you never learned about their meanings and the only flower Edmund knew was the mysterious girl’s favourite. According to the seller, red roses mean romance, tulips are true love and alstroemerias mean loyalty. You were both completely embarrassed when the kind florist recommended with a smirk that Ed buy lilies too because they mean eroticism and sexuality. He bought five different types of flowers in addition to the mysterious girl's favourites and left the store.
You were slightly nervous to get to Primrose Hill because Edmund insisted on decorating it himself, despite your pleas. You loved his best friend, but he didn't have a lot of decorating sense.
He had specifically arranged for the date to be at Ed's favourite tree at 4:00 pm, the tree was set back from the rest of the park for privacy but it was still a beautiful spot. That was the two of you's favourite hangout spot since you were kids and you couldn’t help but feel a little hurt that he's using your two's special spot to have a date with a girl.
You were starting to worry that he would stop caring so much about you now that he had a possible girlfriend.
The two of you arrived on the date and you were shocked to see the most beautiful picnic setting ever. Indeed, the flowers were still missing to complete the decoration, but the delicate tablecloth was full of your favourite foods that looked absolutely delicious and the comical picnic basket gave it a special charm.
“It's way too beautiful. You didn't do this on your own.” That was the first thing you said.
Ed shrugged, but you didn't miss the boyish smile on his face.
“My sisters helped me. I thought I had already overloaded you so I asked for more help. But I am offended that you would assume that I couldn't make something beautiful on my own, Y/N/N.” He said, pretending to be offended.
You helped him put the finishing touches on with the flowers and you can't help but sigh as you look at the most adorable picnic you've ever seen.
You would give anything for Ed to have done all that specifically for you.
"It's 5 minutes to 4:00 pm" Ed commented while looking at his wristwatch.
You nodded and you two sat down next to each other.
“I don't know her” You broke the comfortable silence after a few minutes.
He looked at you with confusion written on his face.
“I don't know her, Ed. But I see how much she seems to make you happy and I've never seen your eyes so bright as when you talk about her. She clearly is your world and you wouldn't have made something so beautiful and special if you didn't love her. I'm so glad you found her, Edmund… I wish the world to you both because I feel like you were made for each other” You commented, surprised that your voice didn't choke.
Every word you said was like a knife in your heart, but it was the truth. You loved him unconditionally, and you knew that Edmund loved her as much as you loved him. He still looked confused by your words, but it didn't matter. You needed to accept that you both just weren't meant to be and that was okay. You were strong and deep down you knew you would get over it. The important thing is that Ed was happy and that you will never stop being best friends.
When you looked up from your lap, you looked at your best friend's face. He had a neutral expression that didn't give away what he was thinking, but you'd never seen him look so peaceful before.
He looked away from your gaze to look at the wristclock.
“It's 4:00 pm, Y/N. I think it's time.”
You nodded in acceptance with some unshed tears and got up off the ground, walking peacefully away from Ed so he could enjoy his long-awaited date.
“Y/N where are you going?” You heard Ed's voice after walking a little less than a meter.
You turned around, confused only to see an Edmund who was clearly trying very hard not to burst out laughing. The left hand was shoved in the pocket of the trousers and the right held the bouquet with the favourite flowers of the mysterious girl.
Wait…
are the mysterious girl, Y/N/N. I can't believe you didn't notice sooner!" He exclaimed with a huge smile on his face.
"What?!?"
“These are your favourite things, sweetheart. I wanted to know your opinion about everything because it was everything for you.
“But… That day you said she said yes” You pointed, still not believing the situation you were in.
“It needed to be believable. I really wanted to ask you out like a normal person, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship if you didn't feel the same way. I thought that if you saw how well I know you and how thoughtful I could be as a boyfriend you would want me. I'm sorry if I hurte--"
You threw yourself into his arms and kissed him passionately. His lips were as soft and sweet as you'd imagine. He tasted like home.
“Of course, I feel the same, Ed. It's impossible not to love you." You smiled, leaning your forehead against his.
He stole one more peck and held you by the hand so you could enjoy the picnic. The long-awaited date would be the beginning of the most beautiful love story between two soulmates.
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kentophilia · 3 months ago
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✢ 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 ✢
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a series of shared moments shared between a devoted knight and the princess he guards. he knows he will never have them, but is determined to try and win them over anyway.
contains: knight!nanami, princess!reader, sfw and nsfw works, pining, forbidden romance, angst, fluff, smut, undying loyalty and devotion <3
a little series i've been thinking about, which will contain mostly little drabbles. it will contain my own thoughts as well as requests! thank you again to @sataeru for the title!
request status: closed!
minors, ageless and empty blogs do not interact! you will be blocked immediately!!
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contents:
prologue
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© kentophilia 2024 — all rights reserved. do not plagiarize, translate, modify or steal any of my works.
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liv-333 · 9 months ago
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THE SECRET HISTORY HEADCANNONS
⁃ Everyone in the class loved Camilla romantically at some point, Francis often used her as a way of denying his sexuality. ⁃ Henry’s roses bloomed every year after his death, despite not being taken care of very well, on the rare occasion Richard visited Vermont, specifically Hampden he looked at the roses and found peace in the fact that nature fulfilled Henry’s wish of immortality. ⁃ Julian died not long after Henry did, the shock and disparity of the situation led him to madness and heartbreak only cured by death. ⁃ By the time Bunny was found he should’ve been already rotting, his skin grey and shrivelled. Due to the weather his body had been preserved. I can’t remember whether it states what funeral type he had in the book but since his parents were rich it was probably open casket; The sight of bunny’s body in death disturbed the class deeply, haunting them and fearing that somehow, someday he might come back, they all had mild paranoia for weeks, Henry more so than the others. ⁃ Camilla adored ‘the picture of Dorian Grey’ she read it many times, she could practically recite the first few chapters by the time she was 19, yet after Henry’s death she couldn’t read it without thinking about the at the time insignificant link he made between beauty and terror, she tried many times to read it but couldn’t without feeling physically ill. ⁃ Camilla never fell in love again the same way, she picked her men carefully, based on their similarities to Henry, although it’s mentioned in the book and is therefore cannon; she never did fall in love again, she found it, but never accepted it.
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pokeberry5 · 1 year ago
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Did Tim “kill” King Snake and does Bruce know?
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In Tim’s first solo min, he goes to Paris to learn martial arts and get that “edge” he thinks he needs to properly assume his role as Robin. He ends up on the tail of British Lord, Hong Kong-based heroine kingpin, leader of the Ghost Dragon gang, Sir Edmund Dorrance AKA King Snake (who is blind, which will be important later). Tim’s only companions on this world tour are Lady Shiva, who wants to defeat Dorrance to prove herself stronger, and ex-DEA agent Clyde Rawlins, who wants revenge against Dorrance for Dorrance’s reprisal killing of his family.
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Robin I #4 --  the dream team, I love them
The trio catch up to Dorrance in Hong Kong, where he’s waiting for them in what seems to be the top suite of his skyscraper, 50 stories up.
In this final confrontation with Dorrance, Tim takes full advantage of a crucial moment of distraction to kick Dorrance out of the window. Dorrance ends up clinging to a ledge, hanging on for dear life.
Shiva then appears to order Tim to kill Dorrance, presumably by kicking him off the ledge. (It becomes clear then that this is how Shiva intends to prove herself stronger than Dorrance: she trained Tim and therefore Tim is her weapon and an extension of herself. If Tim defeats Snake, she defeats him by proxy).
Tim refuses and walks away. All we see is him listen  as Dorrance falls to what Tim explicitly assumes is his death, 50 stories down.
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Robin I #5
So, while Tim isn't directly responsible for Dorrance's death, he was the one to put him in that position and then left him there to fall.
It’s unclear how Tim conceives of his actions here and how we are supposed to interpret them, especially in light of Tim’s refusal to kill in earlier chapters in this arc (and after).
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Robin I #2
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Robin I #4 -- I love Shiva
He stopped Rawlins from shooting and killing gang members, but then points to the danger Rawlins might have put them in by accidentally shooting crates containing plague (please read this arc it’s really fun despite suffering from uh. severe written in the 90s syndrome) and then explicitly restates his vow not to kill.
AND THEN, the plot thickens!!!
Dorrance did not actually fall to his death; he caught himself on a ledge below, where he believes Tim came down to taunt him. He came away from his fall with a fear of Tim and an obsession with killing him to purge himself of that fear. (anyway Sir Edmund Dorrance walked so Ra’s could run)
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Batman (1940) #468
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Batman (1940) #469
Dorrance moves to Gotham with the Ghost Dragons and takes over Chinatown (which. Who decided to put, a British lord, what boils down to an allegory of British colonialism in Hong Kong as the head of Chinatown? I have questions – anyway crimelord Lynx ftw)
In the course of his pursuit of Robin, it is revealed that Bruce believes “it was Lady Shiva that caused Dorrance to plunge to his death”—that Tim told him this.
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Batman (1940) #469
This is clarified a bit more later, when Bruce confronts Dorrance.
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#469
Dorrance explicitly accuses Tim of murder. He outlines the incident leading up to his fall—that Tim tricked him and attacked him from behind (he did, we saw this), that Dorrance was left dangling, and that Tim then caused him to fall.
Bruce refutes this accusation by claiming that it “wasn’t Robin who left you for dead. … Robin spared you. It was Lady Shiva who threw you to your death.”
From this, we can assume that in the moments after Tim refused Shiva and walked away, Shiva threw Dorrance down, which he didn’t realize because, as Bruce claims, he is blind and was likely traumatized by the incident. We can’t know this for sure, however—that Shiva threw him down—for exactly those reasons. Bruce is working off what Tim apparently told him, but we—and Tim—did not see this happen.
Bruce’s explanation of what actually happened also calls into question what exactly Tim told him about what happened.
It’s unclear what exactly he is refuting by: “It wasn’t Robin who left you for dead.” Does he not count Tim leaving Dorrance hanging as “leaving him for dead” or is the implication that Bruce thinks Shiva was the one who both threw Dorrance out the window and off the ledge? We never actually see what Tim told Bruce.
This leaves us with some possibilities:
that what Tim did by leaving Dorrance to dangle, by leaving him to Shiva, does not count against Batman’s no-killing rule.
Perhaps that Bruce does not feel that he could have expected or wanted Tim to step between Shiva and her target, Dorrance
that Bruce does not actually know what really happened—that Tim kicked Dorrance out the window, which in turn implies that either Tim may have stretched the truth or Bruce misinterpreted (purposefully?) what Tim told him
These all seem inconsistent, however, with incidents further down the line, with Cluemaster for example, and then when Tim rebukes Azbats for leaving Abattoir to die. A core tenet of Tim’s characterization is his sometimes frustrated but dedicated adherence to the no-kill rule (im beating anyone who cites the league bases at me away with a stick). So I don’t know what to do with this. Maybe it’s just comic inconsistency. Chuck Dixon, what are you doing?
If anyone has any thoughts about how to reconcile all this!! Please grant me peace
ADDENDA
i.e. stuff that I can’t possibly expect to be addressed in comics, but that I think about anyway
Related to this arc—a point is made a few issues later that Tim at this time doesn’t really have anyone to confide in. He can't really talk to Batman, isn’t close to Dick at this point, and while he is willing to work with Alfred and ask for help with Bat-related things, they’re not yet emotionally close. This isolation is poignantly demonstrated by him confessing his troubles to his still-comatose father.
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Robin II #2
WHOM then would he have talked to about all that happened on his little “world tour”? No one? Besides whatever happened with Dorrance and brutal training and isolation, he also had to deal with the fact that Clyde Rawlins—whom he presumably developed some sort of camaraderie with (it’s tim ;-; he forms connections) was killed by Dorrance while working this mission with him.
We know that he had no one to talk to about all that. Did Tim linger on Rawlins????? On the fact that Shiva called him her weapon?? My boy is 13 ;-;
I also love that the whole buildup to Tim’s debut as Robin is Bruce agonizing about whether he should allow another boy to assume the position that cost him his son, and is then followed by plenty of moments after of Batman being overprotective.
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Batman (1940) #468
And yet, when Tim is like “I need an edge to be Robin” presumably Bruce?? although this is never explicit connects him with a martial artist in Paris and sends him off on his own. It’s also possible that Tim is the one who comes up with this given that he agonizes a bit over whether he’s doing right by choosing his own path
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Robin I #1
Either way, Tim goes to Paris Alone and essentially Unsupervised.
This lack of supervision is further emphasized by the fact that he goes to hunt down a king pin all the way to Hong Kong with Lady fucking Shiva and an ex DEA agent and no other back up. And Bruce presumably doesn’t find out until Tim runs into the hitman Henri Ducard in Hong Kong, who is apparently Batman’s acquaintance. (#5)
I have so many questions. I know that the actual reasoning is probably “oh we want to give this new character a little mini adventure arc on his own!!! To showcase how cool and independent the new robin is” but STILL
(also tim immediately getting himself a little team :’) I lub him)
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pinievsev · 9 months ago
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All That I've Done
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Edmund Pevensie x GN!reader
L I S T E N T O: River - Ochman
Warnings: crying, very short, implied relationship, probably like really bad but we're getting there.
Genre: reverse comfort, fluff, angs-ish
Synopsis: Here.
A/N: When I tell you I actually screamed in joy when I saw this request I'm not even exaggerating. Tysm anon for this, hope you enjoy!
Word count: 1,022
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Your surroundings were way to quiet for your liking, the atmosphere way to solemn and even breathing felt hard. You stood a few meters away from the pevensie siblings surrounded by the remains of what used to be your home.
Exactly how long had it been? You knew time went by faster in Narnia than back home but you didn't expect it to have been so long, however long it's been.
You snapped out of your thoughts by Edmund's voice calling your name, you turned your head to see him standing right in front of you. "Here, I believe these are yours" he said handing you your old weapons and clothing. You took the daggers and fabric ,that looked untouched by time, no different from when you last saw them a year ago, from him gratefully and nodded in appreciation.
You'd been walking for some time, everything seemed so different, so quiet, the once lively kingdom now only a fraction of what it used to be.
The five of you came to a halt, taken aback by the scene unfolding Infront of you, two men in foreign armour atop a small boat in the river not too far away carrying a dwarf, gagged and tied.
Susan was quick to act, aiming at them with her bow "Drop him!" She commanded and ironically enough that's exactly what they did, dropped him in the river.
One of the men readied his crossbow yet before he could even aim he was pierced by Susan's arrow while the other cowardly fled. Peter quickly jumped in the river, saving the dwarf while you helped Edmund get the boat to shore.
Lucy used her dagger to cut the dwarf's restraints. "Drop him?!" Was the first thing he said directed to Susan "is that the best you can come up with?!"
"A 'thank you' would've been appreciated" you defended hearing Edmund snort beside you.
You laughed at the dwarf's expression when he put the pieces together "You're it?! You're the kings and queens of old?!".
It took some time to get him to trust you but it worked out after a short duel against Edmund. You learned that his name was Trumpkin and that it's been over a thousand years since you disappeared.
Trumpkin told you about prince Caspian and how he was trying to help the Narnians, how he was the one that had called for you using Susan's horn.
You spent most of the time of your journey walking by Edmund, you tried starting a conversation multiple times but he looked uninterested, trapped in his own thoughts, giving you short answers and not bothering to continue after that so you simply gave up and stuck to quietly walking by his side.
It was starting to get dark, the sky turning a beautiful indigo colour, full of bright starts, the starts you would admire at every night for 15 years. You decided to set up camp in a small clearing, you'd continue your journey early at dawn.
As you sat with Lucy and Susan quietly, you noticed Edmund out of the corner of your eye, a bit further than the rest of you sitting alone on a boulder.
Using your hands to assist yourself, you stood up, slowly walking towards him. He looked sad still like he's been for the whole time you've been back. The sound of your daggers clanging together as you walked made him turn back in alarm, visibly relaxing once he saw who it was.
Not speaking a word you sat by him for a minute or two before finally turning to look at him. "What's up with you?" You asked making him turn to you with a confused expression.
"Whatever do you mean?" You rolled your eyes, knowing very well he knew what you were referring to. "You've been looking all solemn since we got here. Are you not happy to be back? What's the matter?" He shook his head and faced Infront of him "of course I'm happy to be back it's just." He paused for a moment "it's so different, too quiet, too eerie" he explained, his gaze directed to you once more.
You nodded and moved slightly closer, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder "I understand, and I completely agree with you, but we have to keep our heads up. We need to be strong for our home, I'm sure we'll fix this." You reassured him, or tried your best to.
Your expression turned from that of compassion to one of panic as you noticed the tears making their way to his eyes. "I just can't stand to see Narnia this way, after all that I've done, all that we've done. Why did we have to leave? Why didn't we stay?" He cried with a shaky voice.
You opened your arms for him and he gladly accepted the affection, wasting no time to move into your embrace and cling to you, his handa gripping the back of your shirt as he hid his face in between your neck and shoulder.
You ran a hand through his hair, the other rubbing comforting circles on his back "it's okay. Let it out" you spoke softly to the sobbing boy in your arms.
He sobbed for a good 10 minutes before letting go of you and wiping his eyes "I'm sorry." You shook your head, your hand remaining in it's position on his back. "It's okay to cry, even as a king. You have nothing to apologise for"
He smiled slightly at your words, placing his hand atop your own which had moved from his back to his shoulder as you spoke.
"Thank you. For always being there for me." You smiled and placed a quick yet soft kiss to his forehead "you can always count on me to be there whenever you need me to, I promise" without further words he returned to your embrace a content sigh leaving his lips.
Knowing his has you by his side, always there, makes him feel invincible, like nothing could ever harm him. You can and will save Narnia like you did once, together.
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strangerfandomfiascos · 5 months ago
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I know the fandom isn't the most active anymore but would anyone be able to indulge my recent hyperfixation after a recent rewatch which has rekindled my love for Narnia? Is there anyone left who takes fic/art requests, or even just to chat with ❤️❤️ Putting specifics in the tags 🗡
Also considering writing my own Edmund centric fic at some point so like this post if that's something you'd be interested in
(Also, Stranger Things fandom I haven't forgotten you lol, still working on my first Steddie fic painfully slowly)
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fandomscraziness22 · 27 days ago
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back to England, dusty streets and a blackout and no father around Peter couldn’t shake the language of his homeland Susan kept trying to write up documents for neighboring countries Edmund found sticks in the yard to keep up his swordsmanship
but Lucy had it worst of all
just a little narnia poem today! written for @whumptober day 17: nowhere else to go
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hirokkixxx · 19 days ago
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⋆˚౨ৎ˚⋆ Edmund Avery × Wilhelm Wilkes ⋆˚౨ৎ˚⋆
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Edmund had always known they’d both end up there. He knew he would die; he knew what the consequences might be.
He also knew how reckless and careless Willy could be, so he never left him alone.
He knew Willy could die. He knew but refused to believe it. He simply couldn’t. Sunny, vibrant Wilhelm had always been so lucky; he couldn’t just die so soon, so easily.
They had so much ahead of them, didn’t they? Even despite the war. Even despite the ugly mark on their hands. ⋆˚⋆
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He could have never imagined that his greatest fear, the one he tried not to think about even in the darkest of times, would come true so soon.
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#wilvery #snapegang
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haynahkho · 21 days ago
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crimson tainted
characters: hilda, marianne, claude, byleth (fire emblem three houses)
pairing: hilda/marianne (f/f)
wc: ~1k
Choosing the path of crimson flowers, Marianne expresses her hope to Hilda that their bond remains strong.
The morning sun filtered through the open window, casting warm beams across the polished wooden floor. Hilda sat at the edge of her table, absentmindedly combing her hair, but her mind was elsewhere. She could still hear the hushed whispers of her classmates discussing the recent announcement. Marianne had transferred to class of the Black Eagles.
A twinge of something unnameable tugged at Hilda's heart. She could not help but remember the moment Marianne decided to deliver the news to her. Hilda had been half-enjoying tea time, half-distracted by the fluttering of butterflies by the garden. But then, when Marianne had stood up, her hands trembling yet resolute, Hilda had felt her heart skip a beat. There was a light in Marianne’s eyes that she had never seen before—courage, determination.
As the day wore on, Hilda found herself wandering toward the training grounds, the soft crunch of gravel under her boots echoing her internal turmoil. She stopped to watch as students sparred, their movements graceful and confident. She spotted Marianne across the field, practicing sword techniques with a focus that was almost mesmerizing. Professor Byleth stood nearby, offering gentle guidance.
Marianne's cheeks flushed with concentration as she executed a perfect thrust, and for a moment, all Hilda could see was the triumph on her friend's face. It was intoxicatingly beautiful. But as Hilda watched, a pang of jealousy twisted in her gut. Why did Marianne have to look at her like that—like she was the embodiment of everything she had ever wanted? Hilda bit her lip, trying to suppress the feeling. She was being unreasonable.
"Hey, Hilda!" Claude’s voice broke through her thoughts, drawing her back to reality. He sauntered over, a knowing grin on his face. “You okay? You look like someone just stole your lunch.”
“I’m fine,” she replied, perhaps a bit too sharply. “Just... thinking.”
“Thinking about Marianne?” He raised an eyebrow, mischief dancing in his eyes.
Hilda felt her face flush. “No! I mean, yes, but not like that. I just can’t believe she joined the Black Eagles. It feels so... sudden.”
Claude chuckled, leaning against a nearby tree. “You know it’s a good thing, right? She finally took a stand for herself. It’s about time.”
“Yeah, but... she looks so happy with them. And what about us?” Hilda’s voice dropped, the weight of her words settling in the air between them.
“Come on, Hilda. It’s not like she’s leaving you behind. She’s just choosing a different path. You should be proud of her.”
Hilda crossed her arms, feeling the frustration welling up inside her. “I am! It’s just... I thought we were in this together.”
“Maybe you’re just a little jealous?” Claude teased, a playful grin stretching across his face.
“Shut up!” Hilda shot back, but the heat of embarrassment made her tone less convincing. Deep down, she recognized the truth in his words. It wasn’t just jealousy; it was fear. Fear that the bond they shared would fracture under the weight of their choices.
As she turned back to the training ground, she caught a glimpse of Marianne again, laughing at something Byleth had said, her eyes sparkling with joy. Hilda’s heart ached at the sight. It wasn’t just that Marianne was thriving—it was that she seemed to have found a place where she belonged, and Hilda was afraid of being left behind.
“I see how it is,” Hilda muttered to herself, her mood darkening. She couldn’t shake the feeling of being an afterthought in Marianne’s story, the way she leaned closer to Byleth, or the way other students of the Black Eagles would call out to her each time they passed by. The sense of camaraderie between the Black Eagles felt palpable, vibrant—a stark contrast to the quiet nights Hilda spent staring at the ceiling, wondering what she was missing.
Later that evening, Hilda found herself in the courtyard, the stars beginning to dot the sky. She leaned against a stone wall, arms crossed, lost in thought. Would she even get to see Marianne again? They had shared countless laughs, secrets whispered in the dark, but now those moments felt like distant memories.
“Hey, Hilda.” The soft voice drew her out of her reverie. She turned to see Marianne standing a few paces away, her expression tentative but earnest.
“Marianne!” Hilda exclaimed, her heart racing. “I didn’t see you there.”
“I was just—” Marianne hesitated, biting her lip, her brow furrowing in that endearing way that always made Hilda want to reach out and comfort her. “I wanted to talk to you. I’m really sorry for... everything. For joining the Black Eagles, I mean.”
Hilda shook her head, forcing a smile. “It’s fine! You’re doing what you want. I should be happy for you, right?”
Marianne shifted, her gaze dropping to the ground. “I just... I hope this doesn’t change things between us. I really value our friendship.”
“Of course it won’t change! Friends forever, right?” Hilda’s voice was too bright, too forced. “You’ll be busy training with Edelgard and Byleth and all of them. I’ll just... keep doing my thing.”
Marianne’s eyes flickered with something—disappointment, perhaps? “I hope we can still support each other, even if we’re on different sides.”
“Right,” Hilda said, trying to hide the tremor in her voice. “So we’ll be on opposite sides of the mock battle, huh?”
“Yeah.” Marianne managed a small smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I guess so.”
The weight of unspoken words hung between them, filling the space with an uncomfortable tension. Hilda wished she could reach out, pull Marianne into a hug, tell her that she would always care—no matter the differences that lay ahead. But instead, she stood there, feeling the distance grow.
“Maybe it’ll be fun,” Hilda said, forcing a laugh. “I’ll go easy on you, promise!”
Marianne’s smile faltered, her gaze drifting again. “I wouldn’t want you to hold back. You’re stronger than you think, Hilda.”
“Maybe I’ll surprise you,” Hilda replied, trying to keep her voice light, though her heart felt heavy.
As Marianne turned to leave, Hilda felt the emptiness grow inside her, a shadow creeping into her thoughts. She watched her walk away, the silhouette of her friend merging with the twilight.
When Marianne glanced back, their eyes met, and in that fleeting moment, Hilda saw a flicker of understanding—an acknowledgment of the pain, the uncertainty.
“Take care, okay?” Marianne said softly.
“Yeah, you too,” Hilda replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
As she watched Marianne disappear into the shadows of the dormitories, Hilda realized that while they might stand on opposite sides in the coming battles, the ties that bound them were far more complex than the lines drawn on a battlefield.
And deep down, she knew that no matter where they ended up, a piece of her heart would always be with Marianne.
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teen-antisocial · 5 months ago
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the winner was folklore guys, I'll try and get a one shot posted today!!!
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the love interests are in the hashtags below. You may see Percy is tagged. However, I will be basing that one off the movies because I feel uncomfortable writing about Walker because of his age.
FOLKLORE MASTERLIST
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tending-the-hearth · 9 months ago
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I cant remember if it was in the book or C.S. Lewis said it directly, but there was a quote about Edmund’s wound never bothering him again, which is hard for me to believe given the severity of it. Likewise, the Witch never appears in any of the other books except Magician’s Nephew which is a prequel, but there’s no way Edmund would just move on from the torture he endured under her.
Their father doesn’t know what to make of it when Helen writes to him about Edmund’s pain and the way his siblings take care of him in a way she’s never seen before. He’s even more confused when the war ends and he returns home and realizes his sons are suffering from PTSD and have a look in their eyes that he’s only seen in other soldiers. He and Helen periodically ask the children about their time in the countryside, but never get much more than “it was fine.”
like yes logically ik lucy's fireflower nectar would heal his wound completely BUT i also refuse to believe that he didn't have some lingering issues from it, if not physically, then mentally obviously
and that's why the scene in "Dawn Treader" when the slavers capture Lucy, Edmund, and Caspian stands out SO much to me because Edmund reacts as soon as he sees Lucy start to get taken away from him and Caspian and he's already got issues from his first time in Narnia, added to Susan getting kidnapped during "The Horse and his Boy", PLUS Peter almost getting corrupted by Jadis in the "Prince Caspian" movie, so the idea of something happening to Lucy on his watch when it's his responsibility is the worst thing Edmund can think of.
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tweektweako · 11 months ago
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Harlanc but it's one sided and Harley thinks Lancaster is lowkey annoying and kinda just takes him for granted and Lancaster is like absolutely OBSESSED with Harley like everything is about Harley and shit and like he loves him so much but he realizes that Har just doesn't like him like that and just... Is aware and hates himself and wishes he was loved by Harley and then #trauma hits him and he's like “FUCKKKK I LIKE A BOY THAT'S HORRIBLE!!” and now a basic human emotion for him is sicking and Lancaster is just suffering and Harley is getting worse because Lancaster has been avoiding him and YEAH!!!!
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frickingnerd · 1 year ago
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first kiss with marianne
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pairing: marianne von edmund x gn!reader
tags: wholesome fluff, established relationship, anxious!marianne
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you had been dating marianne for a little while now, but never got further than holding hands with her
you knew she was nervous about dating someone, so you didn't want to overwhelm her
but you realized that there probably would never be the perfect moment to kiss her, that you had been waiting for all this time
you were always surrounded by people in the monastery and you knew marianne would be too flustered to kiss you if there was a chance of being caught
so, you decided to stop waiting for the perfect moment to be alone with her and instead create it yourself! 
on friday night after class, you invited marianne to your room to hang out together
she refused at first, too flustered to be alone with you, in your dorm room nonetheless, but after some convincing she gave in and went along with you
as you reached your room, you asked her to close her eyes for a moment, which only made her more nervous, but she agreed
for a few moments she stood in your room, hands in front of her eyes, just listening to you running around the room
once you finally told her to open her eyes again, marianne finally saw what you had been doing the last few minutes
you had closed the curtains and there were candles spread all over the room, lighting up the darkness
you carefully approached her, a smile resting on your lips
"i hope you don't mind all of this… i wanted to make things a bit magical for– well, for our first kiss!" 
marianne's cheeks turned red as you mentioned the kiss, but you quickly eased her worries
"don't worry! if you're not ready, then i won't force it now. i can always just set up the candles another time and we can instead study together, but–" 
marianne quickly interrupted you
"n-no, i– i don't want to make you wait any longer… i want this too… really…!" 
you smiled softly and took a step closer, resting both of your hands on mariannes waist
"alright then… i'm going to kiss you now… don't panic" 
you slowly closed the distance between your lips, giving marianne the choice to stop whenever she got uncomfortable
but to your surprise, she leaned in as well, until your lips finally met…
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pinievsev · 8 months ago
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omg okay so I am just fucking in love (platonic) with Edmund Pevensie (Skandar Kynes as Edmund was my first and only and forever "celebrity" crush and I grew up with him and my heart is his still) and recently I just reignited this by simply remembering he exists and I'm actually myself writing a one-shot of him seeing his first major snowstorm in England (because Narnia had gentle winters and warm summers and he hasn't seen snow like this since the White Witch)
BUT ANYWAY
literally anything about him being a sad boi and being comforted by his siblings or caspian because he is so good and noble and honorable and makes the Right decisions even if they are painful (he chose to go back to England even knowing he would never get to be in Narnia again at the end of the voyage and I am *weeping*) He doesn't need anyone to save him or fix him but that doesn't mean the scars don't hurt or that his heart doesn't have a broken void that h was once filled with his time in Narnia.
Just, I love him so much. He's been through so much. He's always the one with a quip or a joke to help keep things light hearted (even more so than Lucy at times) and I just want this baby to be held and loved <3
BROTHER
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This turned out to be a blurb because I had no idea how to make it longer without uhm, simple rewriting the events of the actual movie so this focuses more on their friendship!
Genre: Friendship fic
Characters: Caspian x Edmund (PLATONIC)
Warnings: Angst.
Synopsis: Read the ask<3 (takes place in the end of the voyage of the dawn treader)
Word count: 514
As always: requests are opened, masterlist is pinned<3.
© @pinievsev on Tumblr please do not repost on other platforms or translate
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Edmund's eyes filled with unshed tears as he looked back, there wasn't much to see. Simply an endless horizon and pearly white sand that seemed to blend together seamlessly. Yet to his eyes it was still Narnia.
The kingdom he once ruled, the kingdom he once loved and will love till his last breath, the last beat of his heart.
He averted his gaze slightly to his right. Caspian and Aslan stood there, Aslan looked calm as he always does no matter the situation, he admired that about the brave lion.
Yet Caspian looked at him with such sadness in his eyes, almost as if he were to break down at any given moment. That's what Edmund felt like, he understood.
Without thinking Edmund took big strides towards the man and engulfed him in a hug, the both of them allowing the tears to flow freely.
Then Caspian said something, something Edmund would never forget, five words that were to be embedded in his heart for all eternity even after his time was up.
"I will miss you, brother." Edmund felt Caspian's embrace tighten and mirrored the action. Then the king of Narnia spoke up once more "you're the closest thing I ever had to a family. Remember that."
Edmund let a sob leave his lips, knowing very well no one around would judge him, no one would think he was showing weakness, because he'd learned that that is what makes a true king. What shows bravery. Edmund was unafraid to show his vulnerability and he knew there was nothing wrong with that, not anymore.
"I'll miss you too, brother." He spoke, finally letting go of the man. "And I'll always be your family." He took a deep breath, his hands resting on Caspian's shoulders "we will always be your family."
Caspian smiled at the young king through his tears. "I know" he tried to sound supportive, yet it came out hushed and broken.
Edmund reached into his pocket and pulled out a single chess piece, made of solid gold. He'd kept it from last time. He placed it on the king's palm but before he could protest he hushed him. "I cannot take anything from Narnia." He said "but I can leave something. Keep it safe for me will you? I know it's not much but-"
He was embraced by Caspian, his brother, once more "I'll treasure it forever." The two stayed there, hugging for what seemed like an eternity
"you must go, child" Aslan's voice cut off the silence, like the sharpest blade to ever be forged.
Edmund stepped back with a nod. Capsian returned the action, clutching the chess piece tightly in his fist.
With a deep breath Edmund turned to his heel, walking into the portal Aslan had opened for them like he always did.. yet he knew this would be the last time.
"I'll be the greatest king I can manage to be. Like you once were." Was the last thing he heard.
'you already are' he thought before he was submerged in water once more. Back in England.
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fool-of-a-took1 · 2 years ago
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This is halfway a head cannon halfway just something fun I thought about at 1am.
Edmund’s emotions had always been a bit of a mystery. Before their ‘interesting stay in the countryside’ he almost never displayed anything other than anger or a taunting smile. After they were crowned and during the whole of the golden age he hid his feelings well, always put them in the back of his mind, didn’t let them take over. It was a good treat for strategizing wars and making decisions as a king, but when they later returned to the land of Spare Oom and England this ability was noticeable as more negative. He was resigned and didn’t show barely any emotions, sure small smiles and frowns but not real, strong emotions. He let them brake him down on the inside but did not show it by habit.
Sometimes the boy would just force himself to cry for the sole reason of it feeling good. He never told anyone about it before his older sister walked into his chamber to find him with a tearstained face that looked so genuinely happy that she first didn’t know how to react. It was one of the few times Susan actually saw him letting his true emotions come to light, instead of turning them to what he wanted them to or pushing them down. So she just sat down with him on his bed and hugged him, not to stop him from crying, but as a way to tell him it was alright to let himself feel.
He seldomly showed strong emotions, unless there was snow, sometimes only a cold breeze would make him get and frightened look in his eyes. He had a panic attack at school because he looked out a window and saw it had started snowing. By that point his teachers had gotten used to the resigned personality rather than his old hot temper so they naturally halfway panicked as well as they didn’t expect the well behaved, resigned and calm Edmund Pevensie to get a panic attack during an English lesson (even tho he had started to have more of a formal, almost regal, way of speaking and writing since he came back from the professor’s house).
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strangerfandomfiascos · 4 months ago
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I requested this little Narnia one shot from @little-bit-obsessed a couple of weeks ago, go show it some love ❤️🗡🌲✨️
I've found myself unexpectedly back in this fandom for the first time in years so feel free to dm me to chat or discuss giving/receiving requests 🌿
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