#edmund songfic

[neptunesize]

𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐧

A Susan Pevensie playlist

⟡ Queen of Peace - Florence + The Machine

⟡ Meet Me in the Woods - Lord Huron

⟡ Movement - Hozier

⟡ Body and Mind - girl in red

and more! Listen here

a playlists with 4 moods, love, angst, empowerment and redemption 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

[spaceagebachelormann]

𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔!

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platonic

romantic

familial

any gender x any gender

headcanons

poly relationships

sensitive topics

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i. i WILL write cheating, but not if a character is going it to the reader/another character. i’ll make someone comforting another person after being cheated on, but i won’t write finnick odair cheating on someone

same thing ^^ goes for homophobic, transphobic, ableist topics like that, and. well i guess the same goes for abuse?

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smut (i’m 14)

yandere

incest

student x teacher

canonically gay character (ex: wylan van eck) x fem!reader for romantic requests

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songfics (nothing against them, i just don’t know how!!)

things about ocs

ship fics

character list (more to come!)

❍ = easiest characters to write for

bolded — favourite characters to write for

KEEPER OF THE LOST CITIES

❍ sophie foster, ❍ dex dizznee, fitz vacker, ❍ keefe sencen, ❍ biana vacker, ❍ marellla redek, ❍ maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, ❍ wylie endal, ❍ jensi babblos, stina heks

CHRONICLES OF NARNIA

❍ peter pevensie, ❍ edmund pevensie, ❍ susan pevensie, ❍ lucy pevensie, mr tumnus, ❍ caspian, eustace scrubb, jill pole, shasta, aravis

RIORDANVERSE

❍ percy jackson, ❍ annabeth chase, ❍ grover underwood, ❍ jason grace, ❍ piper mclean, ❍ leo valdez, ❍ hazel levesque, ❍ frank zhang, nico di angelo, will solace, reyna arellano, rachel dare, ❍ travis stoll, ❍ connor stoll, thalia grace, magnus chase, ❍ alex fierro, carter kane, sadie kane, lester papadopolous, lavinia asimov

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

❍ christine daaé, ❍ raoul de chagny, erik destler, ❍ meg giry

p.s. i’ll write for the movie, musical, book and 1990 miniseries versions!!

HARRY POTTER

harry potter, ❍ hermione granger, ❍ ron weasley, ❍ luna lovegood, ❍ neville longbottom, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, ❍ sirius black, remus lupin, ❍ james potter, ❍ marlene mckinnon, mary macdonald, dorcas meadowes, lily evans

RIDE THE CYCLONE

ocean o’connell rosenberg, ❍ noel gruber, ❍ mischa bachinski, ❍ ricky potts, jane doe, penny lamb, ❍ constance blackwood

SHADOW AND BONE

❍ alina starkov, malyen oretsev, ❍ genya safin, ❍ zoya nazyalensky, david kostyk, erm others i accidentally deleted remind me to update this

SIX OF CROWS

kaz brekker, inej ghafa, ❍ jesper fahey, ❍ wylan van eck, nina zenik, matthias helvar

THE OUTSIDERS

ponyboy curtis, ❍ johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, ❍ twobit matthews, ❍ dallas winston

THE HUNGER GAMES

katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, ❍ finnick odair, ❍ johanna mason, marvel sanford, clove kentwell, cato hadley, ❍ cinna

IT (2017)

bill denbrough, eddie kaspbrak, richie tozier, ❍ stan uris, beverly marsh, ben hanscom, ❍ mike hanlon

THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL

❍ agatha of woods beyond, ❍ sophie of woods beyond, tedros of camelot, ❍ hort of bloodbrook, ❍ hester of ravenswood, ❍ anadil, ❍ dot, nicola, aric, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, leonora lesso, clarissa dovey

THE LAND OF STORIES

❍ alex bailey, ❍ connor bailey, ❍ red riding hood, ❍ jack, ❍ goldilocks, ❍ bree campbell

SCOOBY DOO

daphne blake, ❍ fred jones, shaggy rogers, velma dinkley

LITTLE WOMEN

❍ jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, ❍ laurie

A GOOD GIRLS GUIDE TO MURDER

pippa fitz-amobi, ❍ ravi singh, naomi ward, ❍ cara ward, connor reynolds, ❍ jamie reynolds, nat da silva

THE MIGHTY DUCKS

❍ charlie conway, adam banks, ❍ lester averman, guy germaine, ❍ connie moreau, julie gaffney, ❍ ken wu, dean portman, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson, ❍ fulton reed

DRACULA

dracula, ❍ lucy westenra, mina harker, arthur holmwood, ❍ renfield, dr seward, abraham van helsing, ❍ quincey morris

FRANKENSTEIN

victor frankenstein, ❍ adam frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, justine moritz, ernest frankenstein, henry clerval, the bride

DR JEKYLL AND MR HYDE

henry jekyll, ❍ edward hyde, ❍ richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

MONSTER HIGH

gotta update this one guys,,,

THE BREAKFAST CLUB

john bender , ❍ claire standish, allison reynolds, brian johnson, andrew clark

THE POWERPUFF GIRLS

❍ blossom utonium, bubbles utonium, buttercup utonium , ❍ brick jojo, boomer jojo, butch jojo

DAVID BOWIE

❍ jareth, thomas jerome newton, david bowie

SWEENEY TODD

❍ sweeney, anthony hope, ❍ mrs lovett, johanna

THE ROSEWOOD CHRONICLES

lottie pumpkin, ellie wolf, ❍ jamie volk, ❍ ollie moreno, ❍ raphael wilcox, ❍ anastacia alcroft leblanc, saskia san martin, lola tomkins, mickey tomkins, binah fae

HAIRSPRAY

❍ corny collins, ❍ seaweed j stubbs, amber von tussle, tracy turnblad, penny pingleton, link larkin

MISC. CHARACTERS

sarah williams, ❍ bernard the elf, ❍ rodrick heffley, ❍ varian

[lillianofliterature]

A Thousand Years - To Be Brave Songfic 

A/N: This is for @fantasyworlds1234‘s birthday. This is the first out of two songfics I have written for her about Edmund and Hannah from her Narnia fanfic To Be Brave, which can be found here on Quotev and her Hannah account @hannahgrunberg. 

Disclaimer: Gifs not mine, I found them on google. If they are yours, let me know! I will give credit. I just put them together. 

Happy Birthday month, Fantz! I hope it’s a good one. Thank you for your friendship, it is precious to me. I’m so glad to have met you. <3 I hope you like the gifset, too. :) Also, this is so long. And it didn’t come out quite as I intended, but I hope you enjoy it still. <3

Song: A Thousand Years by Christina Perri

                                       -  Hannah’s Ballad to Edmund  -

The day we met,   Frozen I held my breath

When Hannah had first seen Edmund, it was evident that there love had not simply began there from tender greetings and kind conversation. She had seen the stubborn and immature boy who could find nothing better to do than to terrorize his siblings and complain about the world around him. 

But in the beginning, it was unknown to Hannah that Edmund would one day change and that she would witness great things and a wondrous land alongside him. In the cursed winter of Narnia, she would watch another land almost fall at the hand of another tyrant, in the deadly chill of an unnatural winter.

In the beginning, Hannah’s breath was stolen from her not because she was immediately infatuated with the boy, but because she found herself flustered and annoyed in his presence and at the brunt of many of his insipid remarks. Every spiteful word that flowed from his lips made her cheeks burn red and her mind tick with any sort of retort. 

His heart seemed calloused, his mind sharp and cold. Surely, this was the last boy on earth she would ever find herself fancying. 

But isn’t that how real, honest, true love is supposed to be?

Right from the start   I knew that I’d found a home for my heart

But Hannah had been on her own for some time, apart from the Professor and the Macready. She had spent rainy afternoons sitting alone in the library, skimming through books, practicing her english, and avoiding the demands of the housekeeper. And on sunny days, when she managed to finish her chores, she had walked the gardens of the country mansion and drank in all the familiar scents that had been stripped from her homeland. 

Hannah had once had her parents at her side, but here in the manor, away from the war, away from her homeland, Hannah was alone once more.

Of course, the Professor entertained many of her conversations and had become a good friend, and she had even managed to get the Macready to become a little softer - but it wasn’t the same. There was no one Hannah’s age, no one like Hannah, no one who understood her point of view on the war.

That is, until the Pevensies arrived.

As soon as Hannah had seen them, she knew she’d found friends - she wouldn’t be on her own, day in and day out. And most importantly to Hannah, the english children understood how she felt about the war. They, too, had been forced to flee their homes and leave their parents behind.

Hannah wasn’t alone - in every sense of the statement.

Somehow, even though they’d never met, Hannah felt at ease around them. Especialy with little Lucy, who was open to Hannah from the moment they greeted each other. 

Hannah could now remember her home, remember the scent of her father’s modest cologne and the fun she used to have with the other children before Hitler had promised peace - and brought was in its stead.

These children, these four companions, were already like home to her. 

But Hannah Grunberg had no idea how much Edmund would truly mean to her one day; that in another life, in another world, Edmund would become the true home of her heart. Every breath he would take would flow from Hannah as well, every promise of the future, every bright star that would one day shine in the darkened skies of Narnia . . . they would cherish and hold onto together. 

Heart beats fast   Colors and promises

With them the children brought the promises of a new life at the Manor. 

However, much to the children’s surprise, something grand would result of their great misfortunes. Something miraculous - something impossible.

The vast kingdom of Narnia would become theirs to rule, as well as it was theirs to save and keep safe from the evil that threatened to ensnare the land as it had during the eternal winter of the White Witch. After Edmund had left his sour disposition behind and had begun to mend from his treacherous ways, Hannah could no longer deny the connection she had to the dark-haired king.

Edmund and Narnia - they were the promises of a new life for Hannah, a new beginning. One where evil could be smothered, one where tyrants and warlocks stood no chance against the forces of Good, against the ordained monarchs of Narnia. Edmund and his siblings had not only fueled hope and joy back into Hannah’s life since the devastating separation of her family, but they had become her family, even before she realized how much Edmund meant to her.

The kingdom, this wondrous land that had enraptured Hannah’s entire being, was the force that drove Hannah’s blood through her veins.

And Edmund was the force that drove her heart to keep beating; to keep hoping.

How to be brave?   How can I love when I’m afraid to fall

When war threatened Narnia, Hannah would draw her sword and don her Narnian armor  and muster every ounce of courage Aslan had given her. To Hannah, Narnia and its people was all she had left that had not been scorched by the flames of hatred and genocide. Hannah could be brave when it came to fighting for the safety of her new homeland, but when it came to loving Edmund?

Hannah was terrified. She wasn’t sure how to love without losing, how to hope without being crushed. Her own family that had been her entire world had been ripped from her - and still were. 

All those moments and memories they’d shared never left Hannah’s heart; the times Edmund would tease her harmlessly, resulting in a battle of jeering and wits. Or the times she offered her own sarcasm to combat his own in everyday conversation, or the times she pushed herself to train harder to ensure she would always be able to fight alongside him. And the hours of early mornings and late evenings that Ed often called her to his study to help make diplomatic decisions that he couldn’t quite pin an opinion to. . . 

All of these things they had shared since coming to Narnia had begun to nestle itself tenderly inside of Hannah’s heart. To her, Edmund was the source of her hope, the source of her light. He could be difficult and stubborn, even impossible at times, but he was good. He was kind, he was loyal, and he was just. 

But Hannah, for the longest time, forced herself to ignore her love for him.

If she allowed herself to love him, to expose her earnest feelings, wouldn’t she lose him as she had lost her parents? As she had lost her childhood friends? 

As she had lost Germany?

Hannah was undeniably brave in battle, when spears and swords clashed in deafening echoes. But when it came to the battle of her own heart, Hannah could feel the tension swell and the fear grip her soul. 

She needed someone to help her be brave when it came to loving freely.

She needed Edmund. She needed the Pevensies. 

But watching you stand alone?   All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow

When Edmund would sit up in his study through all hours of the night, afraid of the terrors of his own dreams and from the regrets of his youth, Hannah was there to steady him. As his brother and sisters slept, Hannah could feel her other half trembling with guilt, even after years of forgiveness and growth.

In the darkest hours of Edmund’s torments, when he could feel the touch of the White Witch’s hand upon his face, when her voice taunted his memories and the chilled breeze of winter seemed to nip at his skin, even in summer, Hannah stood by his side. She, too, could remember the frozen palace and it’s menacing evils. She remembered the sound of Jadis’ voice and the shrill hatred that dripped from her wicked tone. But Hannah didn’t have Edmund’s regrets of aiding the Witch, nor did she completely understand why he wasn’t able to let them go. 

But she knew one thing; she would never leave him to suffer through it alone. 

She could be brave for Edmund. 

In the times when Edmund was his weakest, the fear that sometimes gripped her heart faded instantaneously. Hannah, with raw courage, could step forward and become Edmund’s rock. 

When he often forgot the sound of Aslan’s roar, when the words of reassurance the Great Lion had spoken to him faded in his memory, Hannah could repeat those assurances. She would comfort Edmund and console him in his hours of his deepest horrors - when he feared he could never truly be saved.

Hannah reminded Edmund of how the Great Lion had sacrificed himself so Edmund could one day become King of Narnia, so he could be crowned with a promise - that he was Just.

But it was hard for Hannah to be brave for herself. 

One step closer   I have died everyday waiting for you

When the Golden Age was nearing it’s unexpected end, Hannah now had the bravery of heart that she’d once been unable to tame. And years after they had returned to save Narnia from the tyranny of the Telmarines, when the train crash had stolen her new family from her, Hannah and Susan were left to each other; to try and mend their shattered hearts. 

While Susan, in the wake of her immeasurable and unspeakable loss, began to forsake the happy memories she once held, Hannah set her pen to paper.

She refused to forget all she had seen, all she had overcome to get to where she was today. Surrounded by the reality of her own loss, Hannah wrote her story. In every word, she imagined she was speaking to Edmund in the late nights in his study, bidding their worries and hurts to each other in confidence. 

As Hannah continued to grow stonger, to grow braver, she could only ever picture Edmund’s approving smile. She wouldn’t forget Narnia, she wouldn’t allow her grief to suffocate the progress she had made. She couldn’t bear to forget all they had shared in the magical land in the upstairs wardrobe. 

Each day, as she awoke in the chilled sheets of her bed and remembered the horrific reality of the accident, Hannah’s heart broke anew. But she never lost the fight in her she acquired as a noble Knight of Narnia. She vowed on her love for Edmund, on her love for the Pevensies, for Narnia, that she wouldn’t forget to be brave any longer.

Hannah vowed to love freely, to not waste any time being afraid.

Darling don’t be afraid I have loved you   For a thousand years

In all the time they had spent in Narnia, Edmund had loved Hannah as well. Each day, even from the day they quarrelled over that blasted game of Cricket, Edmund had been drawn to the German girl, even though he had ridiculed her. 

As Edmund now stood in Aslan’s Country, awaiting Hannah’s arrival, he could catch glimpses of her in his mind. Glimpses of her pouring words onto paper with a candle to light her way. Of her meek laughter when she remembered tender moments they had all shared in the Golden Age. Of Hannah being brave, despite her fears of loss having come into fruition.

Hannah, in the cold and rainy reality of England, never went a day without thinking of him. Of their kingdom. Of his siblings. Of everything they’d shared.

But somewhere in her pain, in her grief that tasted just as it did when she was a child - when her country burned and her family was stolen . . . Hannah knew that Edmund loved her still, as did she. 

I’ll love you for a thousand more

Hannah would grow old and see much of our world, but Hannah would never forget. Hannah never stopped loving. No matter if she had to wait another century in Narnian time, or a decade in ours, she would thrive on the hope of returning to that blessed country. 

Each day that passed, she could feel Narnia drawing nearer.

Time stands still

As the Pevensies awaited Hannah’s return, they celebrated in the renewed kingdom that Aslan had forged in His promises. As they danced and sang, ate delicacies and were merry, Hannah’s image never faded from Edmund’s mind. For him, his life would remain frozen until she returned to them. 

For Hannah, life in this world was bleak - but she never lost hope. She chose joy in remembrance, happiness in little things, the hope of truth. 

The truth that Narnia was real and her reuniting would one day come.

Beauty in all she is

Edmund, from his haven in Aslan’s country, prayed to the Great Lion that Hannah knew just how captivating she was. Not only her features, but her heart; her strength. Had it been Edmund who had been left behind, he knew he would have forsaken himself to his old ways long ago. 

Perhaps that is why it was Hannah who as chosen to remain there, in that broken world.

Hannah had the strength of a thousand armed Narnians to face those trials that had come to her since his death; she was brave.

I will be brave

Hannah realized she had been left in this world with purpose; for the Great Lion never acted without reason. Hannah made a promise, not only to herself and to Susan’s chances of redemption, but also to Edmund and to Aslan Himself.

She would be brave. 

Every day she drew breath into her lungs and found herself waking up to a day full of obstacles and hard chances, she would utilize her life to the best of her abilities. She hoped the Pevensies would be proud that she chose to use her life for good, for others, and not for grieving. 

And they were.

I will not let anything take away   What’s standing in front of me

In the years ahead, Hannah knew her return was swiftly coming. She would never waste a day in mourning, in wishing things had been different.

For they were not, and she wouldn’t let the sorrow overrule what good Aslan had allowed her to become and create. The hope and the tales she was able to give to others was far greater a reward than the result of the tears she could have spent her life with. 

Nothing could take away her future and her purpose.

Nothing could undo what the Great Lion had set in motion.

Nothing could strip her of her reuniting with her family in Aslan’s Country.

Every breath   Every hour has come to this

All the years she had spent in Narnia, all the days in the Professor’s manor, and all the years before that had lead to the life she was given now and the promise she clutched to her heart of returning to Narnia.

Every day she had once spent in Germany, the days she fled to England on the train, the days she spent lecturing tourists about the grand country mansion, the years she had spent with the Pevensies in Narnia. . .

One step closer

Had lead to this life; sharing her story to enable the hopes of others to ignite. 

To encourage others to be brave in their own stories.

To fight for love and conquer fear.

To give Narnia to the souls in this world who would truly never know it as she had. 

I have died everyday waiting for you   Darling don’t be afraid I have loved you For a thousand years                                                                                            I’ll love you for a thousand more

When the day came that Hannah, in her greying years, did not awake to the morning sun, she felt the sweet breath of the Lion upon her face. He was calling to her, to finally return home; to her true home, where He and the Pevensies dwelt in unbridled joy. And all the words, the colors, the memories, the smells, the music - every bit of Narnia she’d ever witnessed in those golden years came rushing back into her veins.

And suddenly she heard the Lion’s voice, rich and tender, roaring and gentle.

“Welcome home, dear Hannah, Knight of Narnia, Braveheart of the Western Wood.”

And the renewed Narnia burst into colors she’d never seen and sweet birdsong filled the valley of the kingdom. Before her stood Aslan, King of Narnia, Son of the Emperor Beyond the Sea, Lover of all things Good. From him branched all source of song and melody, and beneath him no shadow could be found.

His bright and lovely eyes poured into her own and his thick mane rustled with excitement. One of his Daughters had finally returned. 

Then, in graceful elegance, the Lion stepped to the side, revealing the silhouettes of three figures behind him she had not seen in many years. 

And all along I believed I would find you   Time has brought your heart to me

As the light diminished from their frames, Hannah’s heart soared with joy.

Before her stood three of the Kings and Queens of old; the Magnificent, the Just, and the Valient. And it was only a matter of time before the Gentle would be there with them, too. 

In seconds, if time had even passed at all in that sacred world, their voices sprang into praises and their arms engulfed her body. There, in their embrace, Hannah revelled in the voices she feared she’d never hear again and in the laughter that echoed from their lungs.

Aslan’s own laughter met with theirs, of which the sound was like every pleasurable tune you’d ever heard that mingled with his powerful roar, and the golden light from all around them faded into the trees and into the blossoms of the young earth. 

I have loved you for a thousand years   I’ll love you for a thousand more

I’ll love you for a thousand more

  One step closer

As they stood back from Hannah, one pair of arms remained about her frame as she stood trembling with uncontainable joy. 

There, before her, stood Edmund the Just, the stubborn and impossible king who had long been the home of her brave little heart. In his eyes she found a feeling she had never felt so vividly before - and when she felt it, she believed it to be the love she had once traded for fear. 

Edmund’s tears fell slowly and were the product of pure ecstacy, melding with the words that poured from his mouth; words of adoraton and gratefulness.

I have died everyday waiting for you Darling don’t be afraid

When Edmund pulled away and held her at arm’s length, he gazed into her dazzling eyes as if he had never seen them before. In that moment, as every moment they had every spent together flooded his mind, his relieved laughter broke free and encouraged her own to harmonize with his. 

At last, she had returned to him; the Brave woman of his affections of all those years. . . the war-torn years, the days of betrayal, the golden years. 

All was restored to Edmund’s heart as he looked at her again.

I have loved you For a thousand years

All of their waiting, all of their promising, had led to this.

I’ll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you

There, in the light and in the beginning of a new life, they stood on the brink of eternal bliss. Eternal and unwavering love, built on the foundations of leading Just and Brave lives. 

As Hannah turned to face the Kingdom upon the horizon, she felt more content tham she ever imagined possible. This contentedness was the sort none of us still living have yet to feel; but a way to describe it is to say that she felt she might burst from every good and honorable thing flowing through her, but one could not help but be happy to feel this way. And no one who ever entered that kingdom ever felt any different from that day forward. 

As the Pevensies made their way further up and further in to the world ahead, the Great Lion turned to Edmund and nodded his graceful head solemnly, with a smile only he could bear. Edmund’s hand tugged gently at Hannah’s arm, leading her to look beyond the hills and mountains far off into another land. Over a shimmering blue lake and beyond the paths of little rivers, Hannah’s eyes took in an unbelievable sight.

There, miles away, but close enough to see with new eyes, Hannah saw Germany.

The old Germany.

With it’s beautiful brick homes and rich lustrious gardens, with cottages and shops smelling of bread and recipes she had long-forgotten the taste of, flourished Germany in all the wonderful beauty she had not seen in a lifetime. But what made Hannah’s smile spread wider was not the miracle of seeing her homeland more beautiful than ever before, but the faces of two people she had not seen since she was a child running from the war.

Her parents, looking healthier and much happier, stood in each other’s arms, waving to Hannah over the long distance.

Time has brought your heart to me

Renewal. 

That is what this tale has told.

And here, in the undying hopes of a new and joyously perfected life, Hannah found herself renewed of all the grief and the horror that had tainted her mind since a child. In the reaches of this perfected world, she would reap the pleasures of the life she spent growing and learning to love - of a life spent trying to be brave.

                        I have loved you for a thousand years                                       I’ll love you for a thousand more

[anapotatowriter]

Hi!! Hope you're doing well, Could I ask for a Edmund x female reader fanfic based on the song "All night" from The Vamps? I don't know if u accept this type of asks based on songs but it would be so interesting!! Thank u, have a nice day ✨💛

All Night

Edmund Pevensie x Reader

A/N: Hey! First request, people! Hey bestie, I hope you like this story. If you don't, feel free to message me, and I'll make whatever changes you would like!

Summary: Edmund Pevensie is in a bad place, until he meets a girl who makes his world spin. This is a songfic.

Contains: Pure fluff, a bit of mentions of a breakdown, swear words (damn), and comparisions to angels.

Requested: Yes

I've been up all night, no sleep

'Cause I feel like I'm always dreaming

"You'll never get rid of me," cackled the Witch. I stood helpless as she killed my family and friends. "Isn't this what you wanted, dear? For Turkish Delight and a Kingdom? You'll always be my king," she said, making chills run up my spine. Suddenly, I snapped out of the dream and woke up in my bed in a cold sweat, despite how cold the room was. Ever since winter had come again in Narnia, night terrors seemed to have been plaguing me everywhere. I had been awake for days, avoiding the nightmares that seemed to follow even during my waking hours. I looked out the window in my room to see snow caked onto the windows. I shivered and pushed myself out of bed into the office, beginning the work due, yawns constantly interrupting my work.

Sometimes I tend to lose myself

When I'm out here on my own

I never seem to get it right

But I guess that's how it goes

"Damn it," I muttered, crumpling up another sheet of paper. "Why can't I get this right?" I muttered into my palms, brushing my hand through my hair in exhaustion. I began drafting the ideas for my motion again before crumping up the paper and throwing it hard against the wall. "AGH!" I yelled agitatedly. "What's going on?" asked Peter, walking into the room, golden crown glinting on his head. "I'm not able to draft this," I sighed, exhausted from the constant work and lack of sleep. "I can see that," he said while raising his eyebrows, looking around the room to see several pieces of crumpled-up paper. "How about we play some chess? Maybe you just need a distraction," commented Peter. "Fine," I said, getting up and getting my chess set. I looked up to see the white snow covering the sun, making goosebumps rise on my skin and guilt fill up in my heart. I shrugged off the feeling and went to the courtyard, setting up the board. After playing for a while, Peter proclaimed, "Checkmate!" I was stunned. "How did I lose chess? I never lose chess," I gasped, looking around the board for any method to get out of this situation. I slumped dejectedly onto the ground, tired. "I never seem to get it right," I muttered as I picked up the chess pieces.

Ever since you came around

Can't nobody hold me down

You showed me how to find myself when I needed it the most

Wide awake, that's okay, as long as I'm with you

"EDMUND, IF YOU DON'T GET TO THE GREAT HALL RIGHT NOW," threatened Susan as she stormed into the office. "I don't get care about the Winter Ball, Susan," I said, trying to get the strokes in the document perfectly right. "Edmund, this is to celebrate our arrival in Narnia! Guests are coming, and you need to greet them," commended Susan, grabbing my arm and dragging me to the Great Hall. I was much too tired from the lack of sleep to protest, so I just let her take me away. Lucy grinned widely and waved at me excitedly, making me smile a bit. Soon, we were greeting dignitaries from different countries in Narnia. "We are honored to be hosting you," said Susan, gracefully curtsying as another royal entered the castle. The cold seemed to seep into my bones, the snow everywhere making my heart clench. "Hello!" said a cheerful voice, making me turn towards the source. My mouth fell open a bit as I saw the person standing in front of me. The cold, guilt, and exhaustion seemed to seep away from my mind as I looked at her. The girl in front of me was wearing a dark blue dress, which was simple in itself but made her look even more beautiful. Her E/C eyes glinted with mischief and warmth, and her H/C locks seemed to fit her face perfectly (if applicable). "Y/N! It's been so long!" said Susan with genuine excitement. "It has been, Su," she said, hugging my older sister. Her voice echoed through my mind, sounding like m

"Hey, you're Edmund, right? I'm Y/N L/N!" said the girl facing me. "Hello Y/N, it's nice to meet you. Your dress is beautiful," I said smoothly, though my heart seemed to stutter in its beating. "Thank you, that's really sweet," she said while blushing, making my heart thump wildly. As she walked away, all of my siblings looked at me. "What?" I asked, trying the wipe the smile off of my face. "Your dress is beautiful," mocked Peter, making Susan and Lucy burst into giggles. "Shut up," I grumbled, ignoring them. Inspiration seemed to bounce around in my head as I ran to my office, finishing all the work I was struggling with just a few moments earlier. The sparkle in her eyes and the sound of her voice guarded me against the negative thoughts that never seemed to leave me.

Soon, it was night, and I struggled to fall asleep. Eventually, I gave up and went to the kitchens, hoping for food. I walked in, and the person inside yelped in surprise. "Wait... Y/N?" I asked when I noticed the girl. "Edmund! I am so sorry I scared you! I didn't expect someone to be here this late," she gasped, wiping her hands on the skirt of her nightgown. "No, no, it's fine. I was the one who scared you. Do you mind me asking why you are up so late?" I asked as I sat down on one of the counters and stole a piece of chocolate cake. She picked up the plate cookies she was eating again, sat down next to me, and said, "Nothing really. It' s a bit childish, but I'm feeling homesick," she shrugged, starting to eat again. "What about you?" she asked, turning towards me. I bit my lip before saying, "Nightmares." "Oh, I'm sorry. Nightmare's really suck," she said, placing her hand on my thigh. My breath hitched in my chest, and I smiled softly at her. "Now, let's talk about something fun, huh?" I asked, making her giggle. Soon, the sun was rising and I was still wide-awake. "Ugh, I am so sorry! We just kept talking all night," she gasped when she noticed the sun glinting through the snow. "That's okay," I said to her smiling. "As long as I'm with you," I said in my mind as I saw her laugh softly.

I'm never gonna find my way

If I don't learn to let go

The past is the past, today is today

And there's things I can't control

As the Ball neared, Y/N and I grew closer. However, as soon as I was away from her warm presence, the cold and the guilt seemed to creep up on me, completely submerging me in a pit of despair. "What nightmare did you have? That night?" she asked softly as we gazed at the Narnian stars above us, hands entwined. "Do you know my history with evil?" I asked hesitantly. She looked up and nodded softly, rubbing soothing circles on the base of my thumb. "Well, I get nightmares of... her, a lot," I said, running my fingers through her hair. "Ed. The past is the past, today is today. You have had a difficult time, more difficult than anything one should experience, especially at your age. Learn to let go, and understand that you can't go back in time to fix it. There are things you can't control, control the things you can. Starting with you," she said softly, laying her head on my arm. "Thank you," I said softly, the scent of chocolate and old books enveloping me.

The circles underneath my eyes

Tell the truth that I've been trying to hide

I've been waiting for you way too long

Won't you come and take me home

"Ed? Ed, wake up! EDMUND!" I heard a familiar voice puncture through the nightmare I was having. I gasped and jolted awake. I looked to the left to see Y/N standing there in a nightgown, a candle in front of her face. "I heard you screaming," she explained as she sat down on the edge of my bed, the green satin of her nightdress spreading onto my white sheets. She placed the candle on my side table and turned to face me. "Is that why you have these dark circles?" she asked, tenderly rubbing her thumb over the skin under my eyes. "You haven't been sleeping, have you?" she said, making me nod guiltily. "It's... it's the nightmares. I just can't deal with them," I said shakily, the nightmare still in the forefront of my mind. "Ok," she shrugged before climbing into the bed and laying down next to me. "What are you doing?" I asked, confused as she made herself comfortable. "Laying down with you. It's not much, but it's the best I can do," she said, pulling her hand through my hair as she placed her head on my chest. Her embrace made me feel at home, and I soon drifted off to sleep

Oh I, I'm praying this ain't all a dream

Can you, you, wake me up before you leave?

When I woke up, I saw her E/C eyes gazing up at me already. "Is this a dream?" I asked as I gazed into the love-filled eyes. It must be a dream, an angel like her wouldn't be here just like that. "No, silly! I was going to leave, but I couldn't leave without saying goodbye, and I didn't wanna wake you up," she said, giggling softly. I almost let out a sigh of relief at the fact that this wasn't a dream. "I know it's soon, we've barely known each other for 2 weeks, but I love you," she said nervously, looking through her eyelashes to capture my expression. "Well, lucky me. I love you too," I said, making her grin up at me. She slowly brought her face closer to mine and kissed me, making my heart beat faster as I placed my hands on her hips and kissed back.

I been up all night, no sleep

'Cause I feel like I'm always dreaming

As the girl dozed off in my lap, I brushed my hands up and down her back. Her hair was littered all around her like a halo (if possible), her face peaceful. Her arms were wrapped around my torso, limbs entangled with mine. I stayed that way the whole night, just admiring the way the candlelight made her look. "It feels like I'm always dreaming, when I'm with you," I said softly to her, as she continued to sleep comfortably.

[pandalilysbox]

the feminine urge to write an angsty narnia songfic

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

Ao3 Fic Masterpost

alright, this is going to be a bit of a long post, but i have been meaning to make this for a while!

so my Ao3 is hearth_goddess, in case some of you didn’t know!

i know i post most of my updates for my fics on this blog, but i thought i’d just do a whole masterpost of all the fics i have on my Ao3, with a bit of a summary on the series and why they’re organized the way they are!

check out my fics if you haven’t already, and feel free to send me prompts and/or suggestions!

Non-Cats Stories: these are stories I’ve written that aren’t in the Cats category at all, but I still love them! 

back then was when we touched the starlight: my first Starlight Express story! I loved writing this, and I’d love to write more StEx in the future!

Soldier, Poet, King: a Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus songfic I wrote concerning my favorite trio of demigods. After listening to the song over and over again, I realized how well it fit, and I had to write something, and this is what came of that!

Choices: My first fic published on Ao3, and a Carlos-centric Disney Descendants story that doubles as a tribute to the late, amazing Cameron Boyce.

after the strike: a 1992 Newsies fic that I rewrote after posting it years ago on ff.net! I’m a sucker for protective!Jack Kelly, so this fic is purely self-indulgent!

and they lived happily ever after: literally pure Belle and Adam fluff for the 30th Anniversary of my favorite Disney movie!!

Chronicles of Narnia: i'm planning on adding more fics to this section, because CoN is so important to me

oh, brother of mine: a peter-centric story that focuses around peter's thought process as he finds edmund on the battlefield after jadis is killed

Stranger Things: the growing list of fics I've written that focus around the Stranger things characters

show no fear, for he may fade away: a stranger things fic focusing on Dustin getting Vecna'd and Steve being the best big brother bc i think they deserve some hugs <3

to the boy i wish was my brother: What Max wrote in her letter to Steve, plus Steve getting to cuddle with his two favorite kids

if you only hold me tight, we'll be holding on forever: the most angsty platonic soulmates Stobin fic that takes place during s5

come back to me, please: more Stobin s5 scenarios, except this one is soft and full of emotional reunions between my beloved dinguses

The Madrigal Triplets and their Mirabel: some sweet, short fics about Julieta, Pepa, and Bruno and their daughter/niece, Mirabel

green glasses: a sweet, fluffy, slightly angsty fic focusing on Bruno and Mirabel Madrigal from “Encanto”! I love their relationship, and couldn’t resist writing something for them!

little cloud: a short fic that focuses on Pepa and Mirabel Madrigal, and their relationship prior to the events of the movie and during the movie.

quiet smiles: a short focusing on Julieta and Mirabel Madrigal, and Julieta's inner monologue about the changes that she sees in her daughters prior to, during, and after the events of the movie.

we see how brave you've been: Pepa, Julieta, and Bruno's perspectives during Antonio's Gift ceremony and Mirabel's ceremony at the end of the movie.

visions: A brief glimpse into Bruno's visions, and how Mirabel became his favorite sobrina, even before she was born.

Aboard the Havoc Marauder: a collection of shorts about the Bad Batch, Omega, and their adventures around the galaxy!

is there an echo?: my first Star Wars fic featuring my favorite group of boys, the Domino Squad from Clone Wars, and the Bad Batch! (but specifically feat. Echo, because I love him.)

bigger than any of us: the Echo and Rex hug we should have gotten at the end of episode 7 of The Bad Batch, complete with some emotional heart to heart between the boys!

no one cares who your father was, only the father you will be: just Omega and her five dads being the softest family in the galaxy. They get all the hugs they very much deserve in this fic!

guilty conscience: Echo’s reaction after Hunter orders the Batch to leave him behind, and the overwhelming guilt that follows.

shadows: Echo being the best ori’vod to Crosshair, and Crosshair finally getting the hugs he deserves from his two older siblings (hint, the other older sibling isn’t Hunter)

a vod's hug: Echo's hugs, and how there is definitely something a little magical going on

plan 88: how season 2 should have ended, aka my determination in my delusions about Fives being alive and him and Echo reuniting

Standalone: these stories are part of the Cats category, but don’t fit in with any of my series!

Hearth’s Writing Corner: a collection of all the shorts I’ve written here on Tumblr, mostly Cats. Categories vary and updates are random.

tomorrow they’ll see what we are: my Cats/Newsies AU!! I’m so proud of this fic, and getting to write a story for two of my favorite musicals has been so much fun.

the magi-coolest cat: my forbidden Tuggoffelees fic that was 100% supposed to be written as a joke but i took it a little too seriously and now it’s one of my favorite stories.

The Alley Cat: my Thomas O'Malley is a Jellicle fic that focuses around him, Skimbleshanks, and his reunion with his family in the Junkyard.

Jellicle Prompts and Jellicle Shorts: these are the fics I’ve written that take place within the “canon” Cats Universe, though aren’t canon within each other

A Cursed Dream: Munkustrap-centric

The Adventures of Plato, Alonzo, and Etcetera: just a couple little snippets about some underrated kitties!

A Jellicle Through and Through: George-centric

Mr. Vague and Aloof and his Terrible Bore: Tuggoffelees-centric

His Precious Flower: Munkustrap and Jemima-centric

Terms of Endearment: Tuggoffelees-centric

The Story of Seven Kittens: Mistoffelees-centric

Until the Jellicle Moon Appears: Munkustrap tells the kittens about how the Jellicles came to be

hush my darling, don’t fear my darling: Deut Bros-centric

hold on tight, we shall never let go: Alonzo-centric

thrill of the chase: Tuggoffelees-centric

We’re A Family, We Stick Together: a human AU feat. OCs created by myself and my mutuals!

***please pay attention to the tags/warnings in some of these fics

Serafina’s Story: OC-centric

Jubilee’s Story: OC-centric

Athena’s Story: OC-centric

making the choice: Tuggoffelees and OC-centric

settling in: Tuggoffelees and OC-centric

ornaments and family: Jellicles-centric

don’t take the girl: Deuteronomy Bros+their girls-centric

i keep your memory, you visit me in my sleep: Seruggoffelees-centric

the long way home: Macavity-centric

missed opportunities: Seruggoffelees-centric

twitterpated: CanonxOC pairings-centric

1998/2019 Switch: the full versions of the blurbs and brief plots i mapped out here on tumblr under the same tag!

The Magicians: Mistoffelees-centric

Hearth and Home: stories concerning my OC, Hestia the Hearth Cat, and everything within her “canon”! these fics often feature the OCs of some of my mutuals, and i always list whose OCs are whose!

heart of stone: Serafina's backstory and how she left Macavity

Hearth and Home: How Hestia came to live with Tugger and Mistoffelees

The Hearth Cat and the Library Cat: Hestia and Jubilee meet

The Jellicle Ball: Hestia’s first Ball (aka the Musical Ball)

Ghosts: Hestia meets a stranger who seem oddly familiar

Family Photo: Tuggoffelees + their kids take a picture together!

Halloween: Some unexpected visitors come to the Junkyard

the pocket watch: Tumblebrutus gives Hestia a very special gift

i thought i'd never see your sweet face again: a 5+1 Tumbletta story within the Henchcat!Tumble AU

Tuggoffelees Week 2020: all the prompts from Tuggoffeelees Week 2020, including a prompt that launched the inspiration for my Newsies AU!

curls and coffee: First Meeting, Human AU

kisses and coffee: Kisses, Human AU

buttons and maybe: Fight/Reconciliation, 2019-verse

sure as a star: Favorite AU, Newsies

dyin’ ain’t so bad: Kidnapping, 1998, warning for character death

terribly aloof, vaguely boring: Personality Switch, 1998

i think i wanna marry you: Wedding/Engagement

Macavity's Victims: these are “canon” compliant stories that focus on the Deuteronomy brothers and Demeter and Bombalurina’s relationship

The Tale of Two Sisters and Three Brothers: how Demeter and Bombalurina ended up with Macavity, and what happened when they returned to the Junkyard.

A Strange Sense of Peace: After the Ball, and another semi-analysis of the Deuteronomy Brothers

[ambular-d]

Fanfic Writer 20 Questions

tagged by @shakespearevillain

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

I have 21 works posted on AO3.

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

91,361

3. how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Depends on how you count them.  In Good Omens (TV), Good Omens (Book,) Hellblazer, Supernatural, Harry Potter, and The Last Unicorn, I’ve written at least one fic worth mentioning.  So six, if you don’t consider the GO book and TV show to be the same fandom.  I also have snippets of crossover silliness in M*A*S*H and Dogma, and GO songfics inspired by the Beatles’ Eleanor Rigby and Gordon Lightfoot’s The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

All of them are GO fics. In order and with links attached:

1. Be Ye Therefore Merciful (Book) (T)

2. And Shows Me Paradise (TV) (T)

3. Next Time I Fall (Book) (T)

4. Unto You (TV) (G)

5. After All (Book) (T)

Note that the current counts on AO3 are a bit misleading, as they don’t include kudos received before I reclaimed my book-based fics from the Good Omens Library Archivist and moved them to my own account.  If those were counted, the same five fics would still be at the top, but #4 and #5 would switch places.

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

I try to respond to virtually every comment I receive.  I love getting comments and discussing my stories.  Besides, it only seems polite.

6. what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Probably  All The Lonely People, a Good Omens TV ficlet inspired by the song Eleanor Rigby.

7. do you write crossovers?

Yep.  I have a series of three Good Omens (book) and Hellblazer (comic) crossovers, one GO (TV)/The Last Unicorn crossover, and a few crackfics with other fandoms.

8. have you ever received hate on a fic?

Just once really, and tbh it wasn’t entirely unexpected, given that the subject matter involved religion and was therefore potentially touchy. Though my critic misunderstood what I meant in a couple of the passages they found upsetting, and I actually made some minor edits and added a foreword to try to clarify, many years after the fic was first published.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Have done, but not much and not for public consumption.

10. have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, though the very first fic I ever wrote (no longer available online) had a couple of passages that were startlingly similar to actual canon events that later appeared in the Harry Potter books.  Probably just a coincidence, though.

11. have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, I’ve been honored to have fics of mine translated into Russian, Korean and Italian.  Also, several of them have been made into podfics.

12. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not as such, though I’ve done a lot of online text-based roleplay, and I’ve participated in a sort of impromptu round robin event where a group of writers added ongoing chapters to a short fic that begged for a sequel.

13. what’s your all-time favorite ship?

The one I’ve written the most for is Aziraphale/Crowley.  The one nearest and dearest to my heart, whose rowboat I stubbornly captained for a long while, was Castiel (mostly 2014 version)/Anna Milton from Supernatural.

14. whats a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I have a lengthy GO (TV) WIP set in Jerusalem shortly after the Crucifixion that I’m still hoping to finish one day, though whether I ever will or not, who knows.  (It’s also got bits of a crossover in it with a now very obscure novel called Dear and Glorious Physician, about the life of St. Luke.)

15. what are your writing strengths?

Hrm.  I’ve got a decent vocabulary and command of the English language.  I’m pretty good with dialogue, not too bad at capturing character voices, and I think fairly adept at explaining away plot inconsistencies and delving into stuff like how supernatural powers work and how they interact with each other.  Also fairly good at writing complicated, nuanced personalities and motivations.

16. what are your writing weaknesses?

Not that great at transitions in time, coming up with names, long many-chaptered fics, or writing genuinely malevolent characters.  I also kinda suck at world-building (hence why I write fanfic.  :p)  I can write smut, and write it pretty well structurally and linguistically, but most of the time I don’t really enjoy it that much and it tends to be fairly vanilla.

17. what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

Don’t mind inserting a bit on rare occasion, but it seems like something that’s really easy to overdo and wind up looking pretentious (and that’s if you get it right, and your character doesn’t pull a JFK and accidentally proclaim themselves a jelly donut.)

18. what was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Harry Potter.  I’m embarrassed to admit that my primary motivation for starting that first fic was going through a slew of stuff on FF.net, finding much of it lacking, and saying to myself, “I could write stories better than 90% of this stuff.”

19. what’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Probably After All, though it was written years ago and I’d write some parts of it differently today, as my thinking on the matter of God and the afterlife has evolved quite a bit since.  I’m proudest of Be Ye Therefore Merciful, which I didn’t expect to go over that well but which turned out to be something of a surprise hit.

20. who do you tag?

@rainydaydecaf - @ariaste -  @aethelflaedladyofmercia - @forineffablereasons - @cheeseanonioncrisps - @fuckyeahisawthat - @vulgarweed - @irisbleufic - @quantum-witch

[lizardrosen]

WIP meme

tagged by @eirenical

Make your own post, and post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

Tagging: @all-mimsy, @trans-peridot, @suits-of-woe and @butchhamlet, and of course if you'd like to do this, then consider yourself tagged!

bold of you to assume i have a dedicated WIP folder, but let's see what we've got! many of these are just word docs for a specific fandom, and i put a bunch of little snippets all together without titles, and many of those snippets will never be posted anywhere. and it's going under a cut because there's a ton

Miscellaneous

Arendelle

Blood Like Glitter

Cinna

Dorian Gray

Flutter

Go big or go extinct

Kit Kat

Leap of Faith

Metaphorical Resonances

Princess Tutu

Silent Seas

Tangled

The Awakened Mermaid

Umineko

Walls

WCKD Is Good

Welcome to Disc Vale

When the Fire Nation Attacked

Doctor Who

Always

Awful Lot of Running

Donna Nine Pilot

Question Theories

Three Rights Make a Left General Notes

Three Rights Make a Left Season Outline

Friends at the Table

Red Jack

Restless

Perforated

Rain Mode

Good Omens

The Constancy of Water

I Want to Break Free fanvid

Split Reality AU

Revolutionary Omens

Les Mis

SINGING THE SONG OF ANGRY MEN

resurrection?

Gray Is Okay

brietbart online

"Please Come Inside"

Friendlier Skies

Narnia

Gallivanters

once a king or queen

Theory of Narnia

To Fill Different Lives

Pathologic

Cruel Light (space opera)

No Mere Auditor

Pathologic Micro Fic

Seafaring AU

Things of Small Value

When the Head-s Full of Snow

Revolutionary Girl Utena

Take My Revolution

The Sunlit Garden

Violet Surprise

Star Trek

Ghosts

Genesis of Horror

The Frenemy Within

Beam Me Up Grantaire!

Trek Misérables

Things To Do With Your Space Boyfriend

Uhura

Bonus because i published this one but really like the working title Land of Wastes (Les Mis)

Star Wars

There Will Be Light

Qui-Gon lives (and somehow everything is worse??)

Obi-Wan after Revenge of the Sith

Putting all the Shakespeare plays together for convenience!

Hamlet

Is There Not Rain Enough

think of us as of a father

your drunken kisses as light as the air

almeida rey/laertes

Despised Love

Bonus Horatio

Truant Disposition

fennel and columbine

not all the world

I'th'church

hollow knight

hear you, sir

spendthrift sigh

dumpling fic

Horatio/Fortinbras

Melt Thaw and Resolve Itself

Foils

subspace

Claudia

Latin America Hamlet

Hogwarts AU

Changeling AU

The Good Place

Ohtori AU

D&D AU (ropefic)

claudius/laertes/oswald

Ariel

weaver of lies

double death

Othello

Female Othello

Evil Unicorn Temptress

Di of Demon Eyes

Twelfth Night

Fluidity

Adored

A Midsummer Night's Dream

Taymor Midsummer

In The Park

permutations

Performance

Much Ado About Nothing

Trans Benedick

demi beatrice

Lady Conrade

Romeo & Juliet

Playing Space

Dreamers Lie

Church doors

Man of Wax

silly things

Henriad

Henry stories

Follow thou the wars

TennisBalls

European Tour AU

As You Like It

Haircut

The Tempest

the land and sea's embrace; the land and sea's divorce

King Lear

Thunder

Nonbinary Edgar

presented nakedness

Shakespeare Crossovers

Moon Letters

Songfic

Ben-Mal

Directing Concepts

Madness Tips the Beam

Laertes/Benedick

Guil/Edmund

[fodlans-most-depressed]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Caspar von Bergliez/Linhardt von Hevring Characters: Ashe Duran | Ashe Ubert, Caspar von Bergliez, Linhardt von Hevring, Bernadetta von Varley, Hilda Valentine Goneril, Marianne von Edmund, Felix Hugo Fraldarius Additional Tags: crimson flower timeline, Post-War, Post-Canon, Songfic, no beta we die like Glenn, Angst, might write more chapters lmao??? idk man, Don't copy to another site, Nonbinary My Unit | Byleth, Only mentioned though, Dead Characters, i don't know if i should tag them as ghosts though because they're alive in an afterlife?, Afterlife, sylvix is there but it’s very much background Summary:

Linhardt and Caspar had been traveling for months after the war ended, but they’d always been prepared. They had even planned to marry eventually. But they weren’t prepared this time. And they had particularly focused on Linhardt.

Chapter summary:

Caspar finally sets out towards Hevring with some Gaspard knights and Linhardt's body. Meanwhile, Linhardt is very new to being dead.

Finished the second chapter of this, which I didn’t even promise would happen. You may notice there are more character tags. That is not a mistake.

[gmos]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Adventure Zone (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Barclay/Edmund "Ned" Chicane Characters: Edmund "Ned" Chicane, Barclay (The Adventure Zone) Additional Tags: Songfic, Song: Love At First Sight (The Brobecks) Summary:

Ned and Barclay meet twice and then fall in love.

[ao3feed-goodomens]

The Gales of November Remembered

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/36UV3A7

by AmberDiceless

Songfic (ish) about a (now) rather obscure incident in 1975 and the song it inspired.

Words: 563, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Songfic, The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/36UV3A7

[anapotatowriter]

Hello! Can I request a songfic for Edmund Pevensie x reader inspired from the song "It Ain't Me", it'll be take place in modern au also angst :> thanks

It ain't me

Edmund Pevensie x Reader

A/N: Hey sweetheart! I hope you like this fic! I loved writing it, the song was so nice to listen to and literally gave so much nostalgia- As usual, if you want anything changed, feel free!

ALSO PEOPLE, SEND TUA FIC REQUESTS-

Summary: Y/N reminisces her time with her past lover. This is a songfic.

Warnings: Alcoholism, a teensy bit of swearing, a bit of angst? But a sort of bittersweet ending.

Requested: Yesssss~

I had a dream 

We were sipping whiskey neat 

Highest floor, The Bowery 

Nowhere's high enough 

“Ed, where are you taking me?” I giggled, unable to see through the blindfold he had put on my eyes. “Stairs,” replied the boy simply, warning me beforehand. “Just tell me, Eddie,” I whined, dragging out the last syllable. “What’s the point of the surprise then, love?” he asked rhetorically as he slowly guided me up several flights of stairs. “Are you planning to murder me? Cause honestly, I would rather die because of a stab wound,” I joked, a deep chuckle coming from behind me as we reached the last of the stairs. “And, tada!” he exclaimed, untying the blindfold. I gasped as I looked around the highest floor of The Bowery, one of the only alcohol stores in our small town. “I rented the whole floor,” he explained as he sat on the end of the floor, his feet dangling off of the building in between the gaps of the railings. I slid down beside him, leaning my head against his shoulder. “So, I brought you the best whiskey I have ever had,” said the boy, holding up a bottle wrapped with f/c ribbons, a rose trapped between the strings. “Oh please, you only started drinking alcohol 4 months ago,” I said, rolling my eyes and nudging him with my elbow. He unscrewed the cap of the bottle and poured out a little bit of whiskey in two glasses, omitting the ice that I had seen relatives put. I sipped at the liquid and immediately choked, coughing at the bitter taste. Edmund laughed at my facial expression, making me pout. “Oh come on Y/N, it’s not every day a girl turns 18! Drink up,” he smiled, finishing the remains of the whiskey. I closed my nose and chugged down the burning liquor, slamming the glass down next to me. “Believe me, Y/N, it’s all going to go up from here. We’re both going to Oxford! Nowhere is high enough for the two of us,” he sighed, placing a kiss on my head, as I burrowed my face into the sleeves of his hoodie.

I gasped, sitting up in bed at the forgotten memory, tears having seeped down my face during the night. My pillow was stained from the tears of the tragic past, and water lay in my waterline and blurred my vision. I gulped harshly as I placed my hand over my pounding heart, trying to forget the memory. I glanced forlornly at the empty side where my lover used to sleep. I choked out a sob as I buried my face into my pillow again, sobs wracking through my body till early in the morning.

Somewhere along the lines 

We stopped seeing eye to eye 

You were staying out all night 

And I had enough 

I glanced at the clock next to me, only to see that it was Saturday. With no distraction from my pain and no energy to do the seemingly infinite number of chores, I continued to lie in bed as I recounted the memories that I had forced away from my thoughts. Tears slipped slowly down my face as memories from two years ago haunted me. 

“YOU ARE ALWAYS DOING THIS EDMUND!” I had yelled that fateful night, in the kitchen of my old hom- house. “SORRY IF I WANT A FUCKING BREAK AFTER WORKING MY ASS OFF SO THAT WE CAN AFFORD THIS PLACE,” he yelled back, prodding his finger in my direction, his face red. “MAYBE IF YOU STOPPED WASTING MONEY BUYING ALL THIS TRASH, YOU WOULD HAVE MORE TIME TO SPEND WITH ME, YOUR FUCKING GIRLFRIEND!” I screeched, pointing at the alcohol bottles. “YOU ARE STAYING OUT ALL NIGHT EDMUND, IT SEEMS LIKE YOU’RE A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSON,” I continued, the clock ticking to 4 in the morning. “YOU’RE SO BLOODY ANNOYING, Y/N! ARE YOU FUCKING INSECURE OR SOMETHING? MAYBE IT’S TIME YOU REALISED THAT I DON’T WANT TO BE SEEN WITH THE LIKES OF YOU!” he yelled, regret flashing through his eyes as soon as he said those words. Tears welled in my eyes, blurring the guilt-ridden face of the boy in front of me, his dark brown hair the only visible feature under the yellow lights of the kitchen as the tears escaped my eyes. Edmund tried to reach for my wrist but I pulled my body away from him, making him flinch a little at the cold reaction. “I’ve had enough,” I croaked, walking away from the boy to our room and locking the door as he pleaded apologies.

I snapped out of the daydream, glancing at the clock which showed that it was now nine in the morning. My heart hurt from his last words, making me feel like I couldn’t breathe. I rubbed my eyes, the tears leaving a salty mess on my face. I forced myself to get up, stumbling slightly on the way to the bathroom through the haze of tears. I started the flow of hot water in the shower and stood under it as the steam from the water-filled the room, fogging up the mirror. My mind shut down as I stood under the steady stream of water that relaxed my muscles.

Who's gonna walk you 

Through the dark side of the morning? 

Who's gonna rock you 

When the sun won't let you sleep? 

Who's waking up to drive you home 

When you're drunk and all alone? 

Who's gonna walk you 

Through the dark side of the morning? 

“Please pick me up Y/N/N,” slurred Edmund’s voice through the line, making me sigh and immediately pick up my car keys to pick up the drunk boy. “Edmund, this isn’t good for you,” I sighed as we drove back from the pub, Edmund slouched over in his seat, his suit wrinkled and hair messy. “Work is so exhausting, baby,” he sighed, ignoring my words. “I miss college,” he said, leaning his head back as he thought about our time two years ago at Oxford University. “Edmund, please stop drinking so much. Talk to me instead,” I interrupted his ramble about the past, making his brown eyes well up with innocent tears. “Are you mad at me?” he asked as I parked the car and undid his seatbelt, helping him out of the seat to our apartment. “I could never be mad at you, sweetheart,” I assured, kissing his forehead before opening the front door of our home. “Please don’t leave, I don’t want the nightmares,” muttered the boy when I tried leaving him on the bed to crash on the couch. I considered for a short moment before climbing in beside him, cradling his head and rocking him gently as he drifted into a seemingly peaceful sleep.

Suddenly, I snapped out of the daydream when cold water started hitting my body instead of hot water. I switched off the shower and climbed out, wrapping the towel tightly around my body, and opening the bathroom door. As the steam slowly escaped from the bathroom, I lay down on the bed again, my legs dangling off the edge as I thought about us when we were younger. 

I had a dream 

We were back to seventeen 

Summer nights and The Libertines 

Never growing up 

I was doing homework at my desk when “Don’t look back into the sun” started playing from outside my window. I dropped the pen that I had been spinning between my fingers and stood up from my study table. I glanced out of the window to see Edmund standing there with a sign in his hand that said, “PROM?” I pulled the window up, the hot summer air of the night hitting my skin as I yelled, “YES!” He grinned and threw his hands up in celebration making me giggle softly as the song by the Libertines continued to play. 

I got up from my bed and slipped on a hoodie and tights in place of the towel wrapped around me, back to my 27-year-old self 10 years later. I hummed the familiar song softly before picking up my phone and opening Spotify. The song by the Libertines drifted through the room, making me smile despite the bittersweet memories. 

Who's gonna walk you 

Through the dark side of the morning? 

Who's gonna rock you 

When the sun won't let you sleep? 

Who's waking up to drive you home 

When you're drunk and all alone? 

Who's gonna walk you 

Through the dark side of the morning? 

It ain't me 

I snooped through the messages Edmund had sent to me over the years. Sweet messages of, “I’ll be home in five minutes, sweetheart,” slowly changed to, “Not coming home today, don’t wait.” As I reached the end of the chat, a voicemail that I had been too hesitant to open came up. I played the message, tears immediately springing to my eyes at the familiar British accent, the husky undertones bringing about a sense of closure, sewing old wounds closed. “I am so sorry Y/N. I need you. Who is going to take care of me when I’m drunk, or when I can’t sleep,” his voice said through the speakers of my phone. “It ain’t me,” I said softly to myself, a parting with the sweet boy I had known, who was now lost from everywhere except the stained memories I held. 

[lillianofliterature]

Let Her Go || To Be Brave Songfic

A/N: This is for @fantasyworlds1234‘s birthday. This is the second out of two songfics I have for her about Edmund and Hannah from her Narnia fanfic To Be Brave, which can be found here on Quotev and her Hannah account @hannahgrunberg.  This one isn’t as in depth as the other; I was low on inspiration. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: Gifs not mine, I found them on google. If they are yours, let me know! I will give credit. I just put them together.

Song: Let Her Go by Passenger

                                      -     Edmund’s Ballad to Hannah     -

As Edmund thought back, he remembered how the train had lurched to a stop in the middle of the English countryside years before, Edmund had grumbled, just as he often did when anything perturbed him. When Susan had shuffled him off of the machine that puffed hot exhaust, he had grumbled again, though this time it was audible. He didn’t need help getting off of the train, just as he hadn’t needed help getting on the train hours before.  

When his worn shoes met the rickety wooden platform, his attention was pulled back to the train, that creaked and groaned with it’s own complaints. As his brother and sisters made their way down the steps, his eyes remained glued to the train as it rocked back and forth, just before the conductor waved a flag and hopped back up the thin metal stairs. With the deafening blare of the train’s whistle, the vessel lurched forward and begain chugging towards the rest of England’s lavish plains and forests. He watched as the caboose passed the platform, marking the end of it’s brief stay.

“Ed! Come on!” He had heard Peter call, beckoning him to follow them as the engine of a car grew louder. Clambering down the steps, he watched as the car drove by with a mere honk of it’s horn. He frowned. How long would they have to wait?

Had Edmund waited just a second more, he wouldn’t of asked himself that question. A horse and wagon were making their way up the hill towards their small parade, and immediately he and his siblings knew it was for them. When the woman that would later be known as the Macready pulled the cart to a stop, he had hardly noticed what words she had delivered from her stern tongue.

There was a girl sitting next to her, with discerning eyes and chesnut brown hair that framed a pale face. Edmund had thought her presence intriguing, but no more than that. Another child meant less food, less room in whatever house they were going to be living in, and he would be uncomfortable in a place he had hoped to get used to. 

He had been so selfish during that time, so narrow minded. 

Well you only need the light when it's burning low

He didn’t know then what he would know in a few days, when he would step through a wardrobe and into a land that no one even thought possible to exist. he would choose the path of a traitor, but with time he would mend, and become a better man for it.

But it was because of her. 

It had always been her. 

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

When the White Witch put a claim upon his blood, he had turned to Hannah, his heart dropping into his stomach. For she had been the only one who had seen what the Witch was capable of, the only one who had been beside him as he crossed the courtyard of statues and snow. She had been chained to the iced floor next to him, shivering in the depths of the frozen dungeon. She had seen the Witch slap him, heard her silver tongue convince him that treachery was admirable and appealing. 

Edmund could clearly remember the way Hannah’s hand felt as she slipped it into his as the witch point her sceptor towards Edmund; how warm her touch was against the chill that seemed to permeate his body as the Witch stared him down with bloodthurst in her gaze. 

She had given him strength that day, in that moment, as she conitinued to do for years more.

Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low

Hannah Grunberg, the girl from Germany, the Jewish child who fled for her safety, had become Edmund’s confidant and source of strength as the Pevensies’ reign in Narnia began. Leading into the Golden Age, Hannah was oft’ found by his side, offering wisdom and advice, and sharpening his sword with her own skills. Her Knighthood, granted by the Great Lion Himself, was more than proof of the deep well of endurance, patience, and forbearance that resounded within her soul. 

Edmund entrusted her with his life. 

And when he had been sitting upon his throne for nearly three years, Edmund begged the great Lion that he might protect hannah from any tribulation she might face, whether in battle or in everyday living.

He had begun to realize, as the Golden Age settled comfortable over the land, that Hannah had become more than a companion with whom he could entrust his opinions, worries, and disputes.

Only hate the road when you're missing home

Only know you love her when you let her go

“Do you know what he said to me? After I brought forth my allegations against the northern trade? He said to me ‘Fair well with it, Ed. We all know you’re a bit more suspicious of treachery than the rest of us.’“ Edmund spun around, facing Hannah with a stern look. His concern pulled his brows together and his lips to a purse. But beneath his strict posture, Hannah could sense his hurt, the sense of betrayal that had stung Edmund’s heart.

“I am sure Peter meant nothing by the comment, Edmund. You know as well as I that he would never refer to your past, especially since Aslan forbade it.”

“Then why speak of treachery? Why make it out as though I am overly sensitive to it?” He pushed, turning to the window that overlooked the courtyard.

“Because he is occupied with many things, Edmund. With the threats from Telmar, the fire that skims the borders in the east, and the spotting of Giants from the North, beyond the trade barrier. Whatever he said, he meant no harm. He’s distracted. You know your brother’s loyalty is unfailing.”

That day in which she reassured his brother’s trust burned bright in Edmund’s mind. That day, and many others akin to it, she had resolved the discord that unsettled his nerves and disrupted his state of mind. 

And you let her go

As the years they all spent in Narnia drew closer to their unprecedented return to England, Edmund had failed to realie what was just beneath th surface of his heart; what he truly felt for the brave Knight of Narnia and her kind soul. 

Staring at the bottom of your glass

Hoping one day you'll make a dream last

But dreams come slow and they go so fast

Through the return to England, through the surge of being pulled back into tNarnia alongside a Telmar Prince by the name of Caspian, and through their third and final trek back to the magical land. Hannah had seen it all, each return, each farewell, each bloody battle. 

You see her when you close your eyes

Maybe one day you'll understand why

And why had he never told her how he felt?

Everything you touch surely dies

Perhaps it was his fear of rejection, or his fear that it would tarnish wht was lready established between them.

Only know you love her when you let her go

Staring at the ceiling in the dark Same old empty feeling in your heart

But as he settled back into England after his final trip to Narnia, he realized how perfect his love for Hannah had begun, and how maticulously crafted it had presented itself over the decades they had spent together.

But could it be fleeting, now that he recognized his feelings? 

Love comes slow and it goes so fast

Nearly ten years later, Edmund sat his desk in an apartment that he and his younger sister shared. He fumbled with the fountain pen in his hand, spinning it around his fingers and tapping it on the blank page before him.

He was trying to think of  a way of to tell her, to finally confess just how much he had come to rely on her heart, on her mind, and every word that passed from her lips. Every touch she’d ever graced him with, every piece of advice, it had sustained him, strengthened him, and purified the stains of his broken heart. 

Well you see her when you fall asleep

He’d spent several nights, hundreds, thousands of them, with her image in his head. Her voice echoing in his mind, the joy and comfort she would give him. 

It never wavered. 

How had he been so blind? How had he missed it?

But never to touch and never to keep

'Cause you loved her too much and you dive too deep

He had never said a word. In decades of time passed in Narnia and in the world he was born in, in the world that had burned with war and decay. 

He had never uttered a word, or an indication, of his love for Hannah.

And now things were changing.

'Cause you only need the light when it's burning low Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

The pen, as he bounced it in his hand, splurted ink onto the page, to the name he had inscribed in the top left. 

‘Dear Hannah,’ It read. 

Edmund’s leg jogged against the wooden floor, his nerves bettering his solemn state of mind. If she had been here, in his presence, it would have haulted. But she wasn’t. She was away on a trip to germany with an old friend, with Susan at her side. 

Why couldn’t he just get it out? Why couldn’t he force the tip of the pen to the page? It only took a few words, a few simple sentences, to transcribe  his affections and his ever-growing feelings? 

Only know you love her when you let her go Only know you've been high when you're feeling low

”Ed! The train is leaving in an hour! If we’re to make it to Uncle Digory’s, we must go!” Lucy’s voice jolted him from his mind.

”I’ll be down in a minute, Lu!” Edmund could feel the sweat on his brow. 

He scanned the page, stared at the pen, studied his fingers. 

The slamming  of the front door pulled him even further form a plausible sentence, from any manner of sonnet or confession. 

This won’t do, he thought. I’ll have to write on the train. 

And so he picked up his pen and papers, dumping them in a briefcase and taking up his luggage. He clambered down the steps to the cab outside, just as he had clambered down those old rickety platform steps nearly a decade ago. 

He wondered if they still stood, where he first met Hannah. 

Only hate the road when you're missing home

Edmund boarded the train that was stalled at the British Railways, his hand lovelingly placed on his little sister’s back, guiding her up the slippery steps. As he followed his brother into a cab withing the railcar, his cousin and friend followed behind. When he sat next to Peter, leaning against the window, he was recalled to a time long agao when he was just a stubborn school boy. As he watched the rain trickle down the pane, he felt a sudden sense of déjà vu. When he was just a boy running from the air raids of another war, he had leaned against the window of a train, wishing to be back home in his father’s arms.

But there was one difference; he was writing his confession of love to the woman who had learned to hold his heart. 

Only know you love her when you let her go

The letter sat in his lap, completed and folded up with a red string tied around it. In it he had poured everything fourth, every word, every feeling, every thought.

It only had to be given to the postman in th depot when the train stopped. 

And you let her go

 When suddenly, the was a sudden jolt inside the cabin where they sat comfortably, noses in their books and magazines, pencils filling puzzles and sketches. In a split second, their utencils hung suspended in the air, pages turning and floating about them, and a horrendous sound that mimicked the blaring roar of a dragon burst all aroud them. he felt a seering pain in his side and flecks of glass that stung his cheeks, but just as it began, it ended, and he was left feeling nothing; nothing at all.

And then the world around him turned light with bright white so radiant and purifying that it made his skin hot and his eyes burn. When the light dimmed and he could unshield his eyes from the sight that radiated before him, he was stunned where he stood. 

There the Great Lion stood, regal and golden, just as mesmerizing and perfect as every time he’d ever laid eyes on him before. 

When Edmund looked around, he saw Narnia surround him, however it was slightly altered; there were more trees, more beasts, more fowls that flit here and there, and the song of the 

And you let her go

”Welcome home, King Edmund, the Just.”  And you let her go

Hannah reached for the phone as she lie in the hotel bed, slumber heavy in here eyes. 

“Hello?”

“Ah, Ms.Grunberg?”

“Yes, speaking.”

“I’m sorry to wake you, Ma’dam, but there’s an officer in lobby waiting for you and Ms. Pevensie. I’m afraid there’s been an accident.”

[healingcordial]

Hello Hazel! So I sent in this request: I don't know if you've heard the song but King and Lionheart by Monsters and Men just really makes me think of Edmund and a really brave reader. If that makes sense at all for maybe a songfic? Awhile ago. I know you've been busy, but I was just wondering if it was on your fic list. Thanks! I'm happy you're back!

I just added it again to be 100% sure it’s on there. I love this song and I think this will turn out to be a pretty good fic! Thank you again💜

[hell-heron]

2020 Fic Year Wrap Up Meme

Number of fics: 13

Number of Unique Fandoms: 5 (Romeo and Juliet, Six of Crows, Carrie, King Lear, A Song of Ice and Fire, War and Peace)  Number of Unique Pairings: 15 (Repeat pairings – Benvolio/Mercutio [2], Benvolio&Romeo&Mercutio [3] - Tybalt/Mercutio [2] I guess if being haunted by the ghost of your murdered ex who stabbed you is shippy) Total Number of Words: 156629 # Gen: 2 # Het: 4 # Slash: 8 # Fem: 2 Some fics are more than one category (=all my fics are a bitch to classify because there’s too many background pairings) # PG-13: 10 # M: 3 Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted? I didn’t expect to ever write again when this yeat started, so... more I’d say. @alleyskywalker the credit’s all yours

Where did you publish/archive your stories? AO3  What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? Pairing: Romeo/Edmund

Fandom: ASoiaF, I guess, I’ve always been so self conscious about that one. 

Genre: The (light) smut and (past offscreen) rape in cold marble summer storm! I’ve become so vanilla, teen me wouldn’t recognize me. Also idk if it’s quite a genre but 30k of very plotty fic that was little time to please the living was also beyond my wildest dreams Did you take any writing risks this year? Everything I mentioned above felt like a huge risk to me tbh.  Do you have any writing goals for the new year? i’d like to come to become established enough to be mentioned on exchange chatrooms sometimes, or at least to receive comments, but that’s a silly pipe dream. I hope to learn to pace myself a bit more and write more for pleasure than exchanges, because I was so happy to start again but I feel like I’ve been quite abruptly sucked in to escape reality What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

The better written one is likely the milk of human kindness , my favorite to reread is dream things true Okay, NOW your most popular story?

patience perforce and willful choler meeting by kudos, within the gentle heart abideth love tied with golden dreams by comments Story of yours most underappreciated by the universe, in your opinion? if you wake up and you’re still scared just take my hand . All my R&J stories except patience perforce Deserved Better tho imho, this one is just the one that boggles me the most people weren’t interested in. Oh also upstart crows, but I fear that’s just that people don’t like Helnik much  Story that could have been better? golden dreams in a “God I shouldn’t have signed up for this exchange” sense, ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard and little time to please the living in a “this started out so nicely and you can see where I started to run out of time and energy to do justice to this concept properly” sense Most fun story to write? Definitely if you wake up and you’re still scared just take my hand Story with single sweetest moment? Ah they’re all so sappy. Probably all in all the milk of human kindness The story that made you cry? before I learned civility

Most "holy crap, that's wrong, even for you" story? I’m not sure cold marble, summer storm counts for that as it was written to someone else’s badwrong prompt. Of those I conceived on my own, probably within the gentle heart abideth love and before I learned civility, the latter both for being unnecessarily sadistic and for being Taylor Swift songfic  Sexiest story? I don’t really view fic as sexy, but according to the public seems to be within the gentle heart abideth love Hardest story to write Agh. Honestly, golden dreams had no business being this hard. little times to please the living also became torture on the last chapter, but that’s more on my bad time management and on Sansa and Brienne being quite useless bi girls who refused to get shit done than on the story itself  Easiest story to write? Forbidden Mourning, partly because it was written on a fairly short deadline, but it also felt like letting my headcanons drip on the page and then done with it Most unintentionally telling story I feel like all my stories are overtly telling about me. the milk of human kindness was the most explicitely telling about my like history and past issues.  Story you haven't yet written, but intend to There’s a Juliet dark gen ficlet I really wanted to have out this year but I ended up getting in too many exchanges to have time to write my own desires :( 

[fodlans-most-depressed]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Caspar von Bergliez/Linhardt von Hevring Characters: Ashe Duran | Ashe Ubert, Caspar von Bergliez, Linhardt von Hevring, Bernadetta von Varley, Hilda Valentine Goneril, Marianne von Edmund, Felix Hugo Fraldarius Additional Tags: crimson flower timeline, Post-War, Post-Canon, Songfic, no beta we die like Glenn, Angst, might write more chapters lmao??? idk man, Don't copy to another site, Nonbinary My Unit | Byleth, Only mentioned though, Dead Characters, i don't know if i should tag them as ghosts though because they're alive in an afterlife?, Afterlife, sylvix is there but it's very much background Summary:

Linhardt and Caspar had been traveling for months after the war ended, but they’d always been prepared. They had even planned to marry eventually. But they weren’t prepared this time. And they had particularly focused on Linhardt.

Chapter Summary: Linhardt awakens, finding out more about where he is. Caspar, meanwhile, continues his journey to Hevring territory with the Gaspard knights.

Hoo boy, this took a while to write! But it’s finally here, Chapter 3 of it’s the end, sweet friend of mine. I believe this almost doubles the word count as the chapter is over 3,000 words! But please enjoy the work!!