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Letters and Lust

Edmund Pevensie x Reader

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Requested by @potatosdragon (hope it’s to your liking!)

‘Hi again,

I really liked the writing you made with my idea, and I just thought of another one and had to send it to you.

So it's Edmund Pevensie again

And the reader has been sent to a boarding school so the writing would be letters sent between the reader and ed. Maybe he sends her a scandalous one and the teachers find it.

It might be a bit vague so I would totally understand if you don't want to write it but I just needed to see if you would.

Thank you so much’

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Y/N- Your Name

L/N- Last Name

Y/H- Your Hometown/Home-Country

Y/n/N- Your Nickname

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There is no mention of Narnia, so the fic can either be taken as taking place in a non-Narnia world, or just that the sex and the letters are more important than ruminating on the left-behind fantasy world 🤷‍♀️

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Warning : smut, explicit language, charming-and-sweet-boyfriend!Edmund

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Mareafe Academy

6th September, 1944

Dearest Edmund,

I have literally just sat down on the bed in my dormitory, and the FIRST thing I did was pull out a piece of paper and a pen so I could write to you. And, alright, perhaps I also arranged my novels in the little bedside table I have.

I’m early, and my dorm-mates haven’t arrived yet, so I can write in peace and solitude, too- shucks, I won’t be having much of that anymore, will I? It hasn’t even been twenty minutes in the boarding school yet, but I already really miss day school. However DO you manage at boarding school??? And you’ve been studying at one since you were eleven!

I miss you, Ed. I miss your freckles. I miss you holding my hand. I miss zoning out of the conversation when you talk about chess. I miss you not even realising that I’ve zoned out.

I wish my parents weren’t going away to Y/H for the rest of the year- yes, I will miss them, too- and I wish that St. Finbar’s had a vacancy so I could have attended then, because I would have been close to you throughout the year then. I really thought that’s how it would happen- that once school started again, you’d be going to Hendon, and I’d be going to St. Finbar’s, and we’d be close-by, like always. I mean, the last couple of years, we were together all the time, because the war had closed the schools down.

I love you. Chess-obsessed idiot you are, but I love you so much. Alright, you’re not an idiot, you’re the smartest person I know, but still. Your cheeks get so red when I call you an idiot.

I have to go, I can hear footsteps coming to this room. You know what that means- people. Ugh. I do not like people.

I’ll post this when I get time, and you BEST write me back as soon as possible! Bye-bye, darling.

Love, Y/N

Y/N stared at the letter after she capped her pen, and continued staring at it even as the noise of chattering and laughter filled the room.

She finally stopped staring once one of the girls approached the bed she was sitting on, with a welcoming smile- probably one of the old students- and she put down the letter. As she sat up and readied herself to stand up, and- regrettably- socialise, her eyes fell on the letter one last time.

‘Dearest Edmund’ were the two words she managed to read, and she smiled to herself.

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The day after that, Y/N hurried to the telephone room during the break, after the classes of the day and before the prep-time of the evening. Her hurrying was because the monitor of her form had come by her solitary armchair, where she’d been reading the newest Nancy Drew, and informed her that her mother was calling.

“Hello, M-?”

“Don’t finish the word, darling, I’m not your Mum.” Came the lovely voice of her even lovelier boyfriend, Edmund Pevensie. “Did I get the routine right? It’s your break now, yeah?”

“Yes- it is-” Y/N had sent him her class-routine along with the letter, “but- I thought- the monitor said that-”

“Oh, I just put Susan on the telephone for that.” He chuckled. “She sounds very much like a priggish old lady.”

Y/N snorted, after which he continued, sounding a bit nervous, “Wasn’t sure how receptive a teacher or monitor would be to a young man calling and asking for the prettiest person in school.”

Her cheeks were already scarlet, “Ed, you haven’t even seen the others in the school.”

“And I don’t need to.”

“You charmer, you.” Y/N spoke, toying the telephone wire around her fingers. Then her voice softened, dropping to a whisper, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” His voice softened, as well, and she could imagine the tenderness in his chocolate brown perfectly. “I miss you, Y/n/N.”

“Me too- and the fact that I probably won’t see you until Easter break-” her parents would be returning to Finchley then, “which is SEVEN MONTHS FROM NOW, is just torture.”

“I couldn’t agree more. The moment I’ve enough money, I’m coming up there and we’re spending the weekend at some cosy inn.”

Her blush deepened, and- oh, how she wanted to kiss him. And more. Oh, she truly wanted that inn-weekend immediately.

Still, she spoke teasingly, “I think the Headmistress might have some problems with you whisking away one of her students for the entire weekend.”

“What can educational administrators or institutions do when it comes to true love?” Edmund spoke dramatically to his girlfriend, and Y/N- giggling again- could visualise him having his hand on his heart. “Oh, I did love the birthday gift by the way, my last suspenders were hand-me-downs. But why-”

“Because-” Y/N’s voice lowered again, but it wasn’t so much as it was sultry, “I like to hold them and tug at them when I’m on top of you, and honestly, with the state the last ones were in, I was afraid they’d tear the moment I touched them.”

She glanced at the door of the tiny telephone room, just to make sure there was privacy- before turning back to the telephone.

“And- your suspenders aren’t the only thing I want to tear off you, you know.”

She heard a gulp on the other end, and then Edmund’s hoarse voice speak, “What I would give to be back to the ninth of August- and the twelfth- and the sixteenth- and the twenty-third- and the twenty-fifth- and the twenty-sixth- and the thirty-first- and the first two days of September.”

Visions of Edmund, his pale, freckled body under her, on top of her, beside her, kissing her, touching her, licking her, fucking her- made their way immediately into Y/N’s mind, and she clenched the telephone receiver tight.

They weren’t visions, they were memories, and she pushed her legs pressed together.

“I can’t believe you remember all the days.”

“I can’t believe we had less than a month of it.” He whispered back, huskily, and Y/N licked her lips. “Oh, Y/n/N-”

“If you keep calling me that, I will run back to Finchley and have-” oh, she couldn’t say the word, she didn’t know if the walls were soundproof!, “and read with you in front of your entire family.”

“Read?” Oh, she just knew that Edmund was smirking. “Read what?”

“Everything you can imagine.” Oh, she could be husky and seductive, too! “Everything you want.”

“Everything we want.” He corrected immediately, and Y/N could no longer ignore how wet she was. “I- oh, goodness gracious, I need to have a cold shower now.”

“I need to have you, but I’ll have to settle for a shower, too.” She just hoped none of her dorm-mates asked why she was having a shower at such an odd time. “I should go, prep-time is about to start. Call me earlier next time, my love.”

“Okay, will do.” Edmund promised. He’d call her all the time- it was the only way for her to be in his life for the next seven months. Well, that, and letters. Yes, letters... He could make good use of those, too. He really would miss his girlfriend terribly. “I love you, Y/n/N.”

Y/N sighed, and rested her head against the wall- wishing it was her boyfriend’s shoulder instead. As if it wasn’t bad enough that she missed her family- missed home- she had to miss the love of her life, too.

“And I love you, Edmund.”

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Edmund was not at school. He was grateful for that- though, not as much as Peter or Susan were, and more than Lucy was- for he quite enjoyed the time at home, with his family. He didn’t mind school, generally, for he liked to read, and learn, and he did well in tests- but who could pick school over home?

Certainly not he.

Regardless of his gratitude for not being at school, he did regret that he was at home- because of Y/N. It was entirely unjust that she was stuck there, in some boarding school she had never been to, with her family travelling away for some urgent emergency, away from her home, whilst he was at home and with his family.

He wished he could go to her- he badly wanted to see her, be with her. Just for half a day, even. He was intending to, and had even started planning to go there for Christmas, but his parents had informed them that their grandparents were coming to stay Christmas week- which effectively poured water on his half-formed plans.

All they had now was letters. Not even telephone calls- at least for the present, for the old telephones had been removed, and new ones were being put in, and Y/N had said that she didn’t know how long it would take in her last letter. There was only one working telephone in the entire school, the Headmistress’s, and, as his dear girlfriend had said, “I don’t think she’ll be very keen to let me use it so I can hear sweet nothings from my boyfriend.”

Edmund was making the most of the letters.

Several of the ones he’d written were humorous- even if he did say so himself, droll, and loving, chronicling the things that had been happening at home and with him, as well as asking Y/N what was happening with her and showing sympathy for her ‘incarceration’ (as she put it in one of her letters) in school.

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My cousin, Eustace, came over with his parents for Dad’s birthday. You’ve met him, the shrill kid with the eyebrows, and the terrible name- Eustace Clarence Scrubb? Anyway, they were to stay the entire weekend, which everyone- including them- were very annoyed about, but we all had decided to take it as much in stride as possible. But Eustace is just so annoying, and he was driving us four MAD the entire day- to show how much, even LUCY asked for him to shut up. Well, she said ‘please, be quiet, I have a headache’, but that’s ‘shut the bloody hell up!’ for her.

At any rate, he was driving us crazy. I told you he has a fixation with entomology- insects- and he brought his whole kit and collection of insects with him. Can’t part with it, apparently, since he’s observing some live specimens to note down some specifics about them that he feels the entomology books got wrong.

We (Peter and I, since Eustace is sharing our room) let those live specimens free. Freedom is extremely important, I know you agree, my darling.

In the morning, Susan- with such a smile on her face she resembled the Cheshire Cat- said that Eustace had demanded to go home, and so our aunt, uncle, and cousin were to leave for Cambridge after lunch by train.

And it’s only Saturday! HA.

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It is unfair, Y/n/N, far too unfair that you’re in school, while most of the country isn’t! It should be a law that each educational institution should open and close at the exact same times, and that there should be the same number of hols- otherwise, it’s just bloody unjust. If I wasn’t already sure that I want to be a lawyer, this would have made it CERTAIN for me.

You deserve better, my love. Especially since you hate school so much. If I could swap places with you, I would. I’d look very pretty in a skirt and your school’s uniform, don’t you think?

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Did you read the new Hardy Boys? The Melted Coins? Frankly, I’ve been enjoying Nancy Drew more than the last couple of Hardy Boys- is just me? I prefer mysteries related not to treasure nowadays, I feel. Buried treasure just feels far too overused.

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But several were- they were not humorous and sympathetic and bibliophilic as much as they were libidinous.

Edmund wrote those letters late at night, when his brother was fast asleep and snoring. He was a night owl, thankfully- though, not as much as Y/N, whose sleeping schedule was more vampiric than human. He’d write the letters, burning the midnight oil, blush quite brilliantly at the contents of what he’d written as well as the images of his beautiful girl from that his mind came up with, and then he would go and post the letters the next morning.

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Darling, you know I think a lot, but you know what I think the most about?

You. Always you. Your smile, your eyes, your eyebrows, the nose I love to kiss, the curve of your lips, and your hips. How I hold them when you take me inside you. The way your eyes flutter when I flick your nipples, how your mouth opens whenever I lick at your sex.

How incandescent you look during and after sex, on top of me or under, your body pressed hard against me. How your lips call my name, how my name sounds in your voice. We had so few moments where we could do all that- but we really made the most of it, and I’m endlessly grateful. And we’ll see each other very soon, and I SWEAR all our fantasies will be indulged.

You make me tremble, and you leave me breathless, especially when I look at your face flushed with ecstasy and when I hold you in my arms while making love. And I love you so much in those moments, as I love you in every moment I live.

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I miss your tits. Your lovely, large, lovely tits. I miss how you giggled when I kissed them. I miss all of you.

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Do you know I have to keep taking showers more than once every day? Every time I think of you, I just get so hard and I need to get myself off, after which I need to clean up- consequently showers.

Your last letter, about the- about the swimsuit and the swimming exhibitionism thing- I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard from getting myself off. If it’s your hands or mouth, yes, but not from my own hands.

I want that, too. You know that. I want all of that, so BADLY. Sometimes I’ll wander down some alleyways, the ones that are shortcuts, and I’ll think of pushing you against a wall and fucking you then and there. I think of you wearing those sexy knee-socks as you spread yourself on the bed. I’ll think of how bright your eyes get when I enter you, and-

Fuck, I’m hard again. Bloody hell, Y/n/N, I’ve already showered twice today! I’m going to die of a cold, at this rate.

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Chocolate is my favourite taste. I adore chocolate, and I’d probably eat the floor if it was made of it. I mean, no offence to those five kids, but I should have gotten a Golden Ticket to Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory.

But I adore tasting you, too. I love you writhing under me, as I kiss along your thighs, and I love you pulling my hair when I finally have my tongue inside you. I adore everything about you, every single thing- but, gosh, your taste. You taste like oranges, and I drink your essence like I’ve been thirsty for centuries. I’m a rational person, easily the wisest in my family- not that that’s a difficult achievement- but you, Y/n/N, you drive me wild.

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I want you to fuck me. I want you kneeling in front of me, your mouth around me, sucking me harder and faster. I want you to make me moan your name over and over and over until you unravel me completely. I want to give you hickeys everywhere. I want to be yours. I want to be inside you again. I want you.

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Y/N’s replies would come the very next day, and he would lock himself in the bathroom whenever he read them.

Her replies were even more explicit and- as she had herself said in a telephone call- more unhinged than his.

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Every night before I sleep, I masturbate. I close my eyes, fix my blanket, and then I touch myself. I touch myself, and I think of how you hold me. I touch myself, and I think how you kiss me. I touch myself, and I think of how you lick my breasts, how you suck at my clit. I touch myself, and my body shakes, and I think of how you fuck me. I come, somehow, my hips lifting, and I think of you and only you, my dearest.

Then I go to the bathroom to pee and wash my hands, and then, just as I’m about to fall asleep, I think of you again.

I turn, shoving my face into my pillow, and I fuck myself again, all the while wishing it was your fingers and your mouth and your cock inside me instead.

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I drew you naked in class today. I spent a lot of time on your fingers. And your freckles. I really, truly, madly love your freckles. I love that I’ve kissed all of them, all over your body. Even the ones on your cock. I love them. I love you.

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Was down swimming today- it’s cold weather usually, but somehow it was pretty warm today. I was really glad, and the MOMENT we finished breakfast, I ran to get my swimsuit and went to the pool. I mean, I didn’t run, I definitely never run, but I did walk very fast.

So I went to the pool, wearing my swimsuit and a bathrobe over it, and as I was taking it off, I wished you were there. I wanted you to watch me. I wanted to take off my robe, and my swimsuit, and I wanted you to see me, your pretty eyes going dark as I get naked. And I wanted you to take off whatever you were wearing, too- hopefully suspenders. I love you wearing suspenders, and I love to drag them off you. Obviously, I’d be watching you as well, because how can I ever NOT look at you?

And then I wanted to make love with you then and there. Outside, in public, uncaring of whether anyone could see. I still want it.

Writing this down, I’m throbbing again. I can smell how wet I am, goodness.

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I might kill someone if I don’t get you inside my cunt right NOW.

P.S. (adding this in the morning), I didn’t kill anyone. A lot of people at school make me murderous, but I’ve had self-control so far.

I have, however, put a photograph of myself in this letter, one that I’m sure you’ll like. I’m not as adept a photographer as you- you know how much I fidget- but, again, I think you’ll like it. And I hope, love, that you’ll send me one in reply, too- only if you want to.

I love you. And enjoy my tits. Let me know what effect they have on you.

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“Post’s here early!” One of Y/N’s classmates called out- she had just stood up to leave the Dining Hall, and had seen the postman walk across the doorway at the far end of it. “Oh, hope Mum got me the hair-band I fancied!”

As her friend pulled her down to the seat, teasing her in whispers that she needed a few dozen hair-bands to keep her flyaway hair in control, Y/N stood up.

She never ate much in the mornings, anyway- if it wasn’t compulsory, she would absolutely have skipped breakfast every day, waking up exactly six minutes before classes started. And now that mail was here early, she would go and see if she had letters- she usually had one from Edmund every other day, and one from her family every week, as well as occasional letters from some other friends she had left behind. There were, though, also many days that she did not have letters.

Today was not one of those days.

Recognising Edmund’s signature on the back of the envelope, Y/N snatched it from the tray of letters, and grinned hugely. She grinned so widely, in fact, that a group of first-formers heading her way saw her and ran away in the opposite direction.

She usually opened letters from her darling boyfriend in private, since their letters were private, and- more often than not- intimate. Today, though, she lacked the patience and ripped it open as soon as she reached the- thankfully empty, since most of the school was still at breakfast- entrance hall of Mareafe Academy.

Her fingers felt the texture of the letter’s paper- but along with it, they felt a much smoother, cooler surface. She pulled both out immediately- she was a curious creature, and then Y/N almost dropped the envelope.

She wasn’t just curious. She was forgetful as well, and she’d forgotten what she’d sent along with her last letter. And that she’d added a request, of sorts, for a similar response.

And she had got it.

It was a photograph of Edmund. He’d clearly taken it himself, from the angle- and another, far more clearer thing, was that he was naked. He was utterly, completely naked, from head to thigh- that was as much was there in the picture. Oh, and his thighs- what lay in between them- Y/N licked her lips.

Almost immediately, she bit her bottom lip to keep from accidentally moaning, and then Y/N hurried to the staircase that led up to the dormitories to sit down on the fifth step. Setting down the letter and the envelope on the sixth step- yes, yes, she would read it in a second, she desperately wanted to read what Edmund wrote, but she just needed to admire the gorgeous being that the love of her life was- she looked at the photograph even longer. Her eyes danced around to his pale and lithe form, to the flat of his abs that she’d press her palms against sometimes, to different spots of him she’d sucked, to all the starry freckles she had kissed, to his lovely lips that gave her kisses that brought her both calm and passion, and to all the parts of him that she adored.

She would absolutely be missing her first class, so she could take advantage of an empty dormitory- she would look at the photograph, and then she would mas-

“Child, is this yours?” Came a voice- and then, immediately, a hand bent down to pick up the letter and the envelope carelessly left on the stair.

Y/N turned, in panic and horror and so many other unpleasant, cardiac-arrest-reminiscent symptoms- but the damage was done. The form-mistress for the first form, as well as the House-Mistress for the school House she was in, Ms. Potts, had her hands on her letter.

And her eyes were on the letter- growing wider and wider and wider and wider with every passing second.

“What,” Ms. Potts said, her lips pursed so tightly together they seemed conjoined, and her fair cheeks turning a blotchy red, “is this abhorrent, shocking, and vile thing sent to you?”

Oh, Heavens. Had Edmund written about how much he liked to have her sit stop his face? Or perhaps some details about how she sucked his cock.

Y/N did not say anything, because she felt petrified. Mortified. She had wished for death before, but she didn’t think she’d ever wished it quite so keenly and desperately. She’d take anything! Couldn’t those air raids start again!? Just for the day?!

There used to be a chandelier in the entrance hall- it had been removed as the war had begun. She wished it was still there, so it could fall on her.

Ms. Potts shook in rage for a few more moments, apparently as unable as Y/N was of coherent speak- before spotting something in the student’s hand.

“What is that?” She asked, her gaze fixed on the photograph of Edmund. “Was that with his letter?”

“No.” The lie was immediate, and convincing. Talking, she was not very good at, but lie she could very well. “It’s a photograph of- of the tulip-bushes at our house in Finchley, ma’am. My parents asked a neighbour with green thumbs to look after the bushes, so they’ve bloomed again despite the house being empty-”

“Is that so?” The teacher cut off the narration, looking unimpressed. At least the splotches of red were lessening now, Y/N thought. “Let me see it, then, give it-”

“No!” Oh, she could have her letter, but she would not give away a photograph of Edmund naked! He’d trusted her with it, and she would DIE before letting a stranger see it. No one ever deserved to have their personal anecdotes or their personal photographs or documents be circulated to or by those who were never intended to see them. “Sorry, Ms. Potts, but it’s my photograph.”

“Hm, of course. Privacy is important.” Ms. Potts nodded, seemingly backing down. “But so is decency, Ms. L/N, and the things written in this letter-”

“I haven’t read the letter, ma’am.” Y/N said, because what else could she say? She didn’t know! She still felt like she was having a heart attack, and she was anxious about whether the hospital- oh, anxiety. She felt anxiety, and if Ms. Potts didn’t give her back her belongings, she may devolve into a full-blown panic attack. “I don’t know what it says. I’m not even sure whom it’s from-”

“Says it is from ‘your devoted and dearest Edmund’.” Her lip curled, and Y/N couldn’t be sure if that was a hint of humour or hatred. She could be sure, though, that she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole. Or at least transport her to somewhere far, far away, somewhere that was preferably known as ’Edmund’s arms’. “I thought such adoring signatures died out after the Georgian era.”

“I always thought that such signatures existed only in books.” The girl gave a shrug- not a nonchalant one, though that was the effect she was trying to convey. “Maybe- maybe that’s what this is, Ms. Potts, someone having transcribed a letter from a novel and sent it to me-”

“Admirable attempt at lying, L/N, but the lie only makes things worse. Mareafe Academy does not condone lying, cheating, or-” Ms. Potts looked down at the letter again, and the splotches reappeared, “such disgusting sentiments being written to the young women of tomorrow!”

“Oh, but- but, Ms. Potts-”

Why wasn’t there a dragon here? Either she could ride away on it, or it could eat her. Either way, her problem would be solved

Oh, she so hated to exist in a world of reality.

“And, according to devoted and dearest Edmund,” The teacher’s voice dripped with sarcasm, and it didn’t sound nearly as attractive as Edmund’s sarcasm did, “you were the one who asked to be sent such uncouth correspondence.”

Well, what was she to do now? Throw Edmund under the bus and keep him safe, or tell the truth and secure expulsion?

She couldn’t do either of that. She would protect Edmund and she would make sure her parents did not have to feel the shame of a child expelled from school.

What excuse could she give...

“I’m a writer.” Y/N said suddenly, before glancing down at the letter again- as soon as Ms. Potts lost focus on it, she’d grab it back. “I asked a friend of mine to help me with certain- salacious parts of the novel I’m working.”

Ms. Potts gave her a look, “Are you planning to become the female D. H. Lawrence, Ms. L/N? Need I remind you, most of his books were banned because of their- their inappropriate content.”

“And now he’s one of the most famous writers of the century.” Y/N pointed out. “I- I think that counts as a win.”

Ms. Potts rolled her eyes, “Would you like me to take this letter to the Headmistress? Perhaps she’ll motivate you with suspension to show her the photograph-”

“No!” She burst out again, shifting her weight from one leg to another, that was how nervous she was. She kept teetering-tottering. Edmund’s photograph would ensure expulsion.

Oh, why was this happening!? Wasn’t it bad enough that she’d had to wake up early for breakfast- even earlier than usual, because her dorm-mate had pulled the curtains back to let in the rare sunshine!? Waking up was awful enough!

“No- please, Ms. Potts, I don’t- I’m so- I’m sorry. I- promise that- that I won’t ask for such-” loving, “vile letters anymore. Please, I’m so very sorry, ma’am-”

“Alright, child. Calm yourself.” She sighed. Generally, she would have taken the student and the letter to the Headmistress, for its contents were that questionable- but she had a soft heart when she hadn’t had her morning coffee. And- well, she knew the girl was having a hard time with her parents so far away, and- and, between the inappropriate things, she could read the love that seeped out from every word. Edmund truly loved Y/N, despite the disgusting things he did to her and she did to him. “No supper for you for the rest of the week, L/N. Your suppertime will be devoted to extra prep time, and you’ll have two slices of toast and a glass of water before you head to bed.”

“Okay.”

At least it wasn’t expulsion- and she’d just spend the prep time daydreaming about Edmund. About the food, though- she usually was very hungry at dinner, but she’d have to make do.

“Thank you so much, ma’am- and, again, I- I am so- so sorry.”

“Hmph.” She made a sound to acknowledge the apology, and then held out the letter. “I’ll be reading the rest of your letters from this Edmund from now on.”

She nodded quickly.

“Now go put it somewhere private, I will come check in five-” after she had her coffee, “and for the Lord’s sake, get to class on time!”

She nodded again, grabbing the letter and the envelope, before running straight to her thankfully empty dormitory.

She had intended on locking the door, undressing- at least part-way- and then fingering herself until she came, while looking at Edmund’s photograph and/or reading his letter.

Y/N still wanted to do that, she thought, as she sank onto her bed. She wanted to do it even more, in fact, because now she had his letter, and she was reading all the beautifully dirty things Edmund wanted her to do to him or wanted to do to her- but she would refrain. Her sex was throbbing and her mouth was dry, but Ms. Potts would be up any second, and if she walked in on her masturbating- well, there would be no hope for her at ALL then.

For once, she would have self-control when it came to Edmund.

“Oh, darling.” She said, falling back on the bed and letting out a very long sigh. She wanted to go back to sleep. “Our fucking has fucked things up.”

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Two months later:

“Yes, fuck, ah-ah, yes-” Y/N moaned, one of her hands gripping the bark of the tree she was pressed up against, while the other fisted itself firmly into Edmund’s hair, pushing his head further between her thighs.

They were in a clearing in the woods behind school- not too far in that they’d get lost, and yet not too near the entrance that they’d be seen by someone from her school. It was parents’ weekend- and, in place of her parents, Edmund had come to visit. Ms. Potts had enquired if she would be alone the weekend, and Y/N had lied that her uncle and aunt would be coming to take her for the two days- and the moment that Ms. Potts had turned around, she’d grabbed her little case and run outside. Thankfully, in all the crowd of cars and people outside the school, no one had noticed that the person she was hugging was a boy her own age, or that the hug was decidedly not platonic.

After they’d escaped the school, Y/N had said something that they couldn’t enjoy themselves in a pool- sand then Edmund had completed her sentence by saying that at least they could have some pretty good fun in the woods.

Edmund had taken up a paper route the last few months, and had done some odd jobs around the neighbourhood- and Y/N had made some money by tutoring some first-years, too. She’d begun the tutoring as a way to lessen Potts’s suspicion- but it had had a monetary advantage, too. Pooling their money together, they’d managed to afford one night at a nearby bed-and-breakfast, and they had both been so excited, Edmund had got on the wrong train- he’d realised just before it had started- and Y/N had buttered her hair, instead of her toast.

Edmund dug his fingers into her leg that was thrown over his shoulders, his tongue licking a path along her sex, and he felt a deep tightening in the pit of his stomach. He was already pleasured and sated- the moment he had arrived at the school gate, and had seen her run towards him, after which she’d thrown her arms around him, he’d been utterly content. He was even more so now. He had missed her so much.

He reached up blindly- but he was so familiar with her body, that he found her bare breast at the first try, cupping it hard as he began to suck at her clit.

“Come on, Y/n/N. Say my name.” Edmund grinned wolfishly, as a muffled sigh left her lips. “Moan if you missed me, darling.”

And she did.

This was exactly- exactly- what she needed. What both of them did. What they’d needed and wanted for so long. How utterly she had missed him.

And, considering that they’d only had sex for about ten days back in August, it was truly astonishing how well he knew her body. He really was a fast learner.

He knew it so well that she just could not keep her mouth shut, though she knew she couldn’t be too loud, “Fuck, Edmund-”

Then his fingers joined, too, inching closer to her clit, making her gasp and shiver and doubling the building ecstasy.

Needless to say, it took hardly a couple of minutes for Y/N to reach her zenith, her body relaxing as she came.

“No, no, no.” She said, a moment after her breathing eased- Edmund was looking around for their long-discarded shirts, his suspenders (which looked even sexier than usual, perhaps because she was seeing him for the first time in months), and her skirt.

Her boyfriend looked at her inquiringly- good Heavens, he was licking his lips, she might orgasm just looking at that.

She pulled her knickers up and debated on putting on her bra- she was trying to wear them more often, despite how much she disliked them, because she’d heard a sixth-former whisper in the pool that wearing bras helped with back pain.

And she had a lot of back pain.

But she decided against it. A few more minutes wouldn’t make her back hurt even more.

“Come a little closer?”

Edmund obeyed, but still looked blank. He was perfectly content to just look at her- after months of just letters, most of which had been censored and sanitised after a point- he just wanted to gaze at her.

“Why, Y/n/N?” He asked, and was answered by Y/N kneeling, pulling his trousers down, and wrapping her mouth around him in one fluid moment. He started violently, quite staggered by the action, and drew a sharp gasp of a breath. “G-give a fellow some warning, darling.”

“As though you didn’t know-” She pulled away from his cock for just a moment to smile at him- going down on her had hardened him, which meant he was already close, “that I wouldn’t let you go without returning the favour. It’s been too long, love.”

“I- forgot.” His lashes fluttered, his breath coming in short bursts as she started to take him in her mouth again, her head bobbing up and down between his legs. “S- ach, Y/n/N-” she sped up the work of her tongue- harder, faster- and he had to bite down on his bottom lip to hold back a moan, “silly me.”

She sucked for a few, slow moments- not enough to make him come, but enough to make him tremble and moan her name- and she could feel herself throb again, because it wasn’t inside her mouth that she needed him.

But she’d contentedly settle for this for the moment- it was Edmund, she liked doing almost everything with him.

Carefully, she pulled her mouth away from him- and asked softly, “Do you like this, my love? Do you like my mouth around you, as I kneel for you? As I put my tongue on your cock?”

Before he could reply, she bent forward again and trailed her lips all over his length, sometimes darting her tongue out to lick a freckle or sensitive spot- and then began to suck once more.

Minutes later, as the birds chirped in the trees, they lay on the warm grass. They held hands as Edmund slid inside Y/N, into the togetherness and oneness they’d had too little of and they had missed for months.

The sun scattered through the canopy of trees, falling onto their bodies, which flushed and naked and tight together. Their lips were pressed together, too.

And when they came together, they whispered both I love you and I missed you.

After that, lying naked on the warm grass and in each other’s arms, they made fun of other people- specifically, teachers- and teased each other- both verbal and sexual, and bantered, all interspersed with a lot of kissing. There was a small picnic basket lying a few feet from them, as well.

It was going to be an amazing weekend.

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Thank you for reading!

And requests are CLOSED. I have end semester exams in a week, and what have I been doing? Nothing that will help me pass and everything that will make me fail!

[lokotrona11]

Hiiii

Could I request an Edmund pevensie fanfic in which he and reader are not in an established relationship yet and he gets jeleous about something and they end up together?

I would like it to be extremely angsty if possible

Hello! This is short because it is the first time I write something sad (it ends well) and my first request so I just hope it doesn't disappoint you.

Thanks for requesting, keep doing it 🫶🏻

(remember that English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes)

Pairing : Edmund x Reader

summary :Jealousy brings out the worst in Ed, but it also brings them together.

gender: Angst, sad, fluff, love (?)

Word count : 600-700

AN: I hope you like it and it conveys what I wanted to describe, I was going to write something else and forgot, I'm sorry.

The gif is not mine!

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Edmund liked you and you knew it, you liked him and he also knew it but they didn't go out, because a war doesn't give you that freedom.

Edmund felt his heart jump when he had you close, his soul was happy to see you, his eyes felt trapped in your body and soul.

And you felt the same

But there was a war between you, and you both agreed that it was not the best time to lose your neurons in that feeling.

Big mistake, because today Edmund felt that all his neurons were drowning in the feeling of jealousy, his spirit was burning.

His eyes let out anger when he saw you next to Caspian, his mind became cloudy and he could only think about how he was so stupid to allow you to get close to that traitor.

But Caspian was not a traitor, nor did you turn away from Edmund.

Only Edmund couldn't help but feel betrayed when he saw Caspian whispering in your ear, he couldn't help but feel the blood boil in his veins when he saw you laugh.

But it didn't surprise him, Caspian was a leader, cute, cunning, protective, better. Why didn't you tell him? Why did you tell him you liked him then?

He didn't know that you were feeling sad, because Edmund had ignored you for days.

So when you approached him to talk to him after days without doing so, he felt surprised.

"Hello, Ed" You say arriving at his study.

The king pops his head out of the worksheets and looks at you. "You need something?"

You shift uncomfortably and clear your throat. “Can I talk to you?”

Edmund thinks about it, does he really want to listen to you?

"Yeah."

You approach slowly. "Are things okay between us?"

He raises an eyebrow. "I think so."

"Why are you walking away from me then?"

"Why should I be close?"

You shrug "Why I like you, you know" You say in a whisper. "And I thought you liked me too."

A hoarse laugh left Edmund's lips. "I like you?"

"Why do you use that tone? Of course I like you."

"Then why are you dating Caspian?"

Your eyebrows furrow at the mere suggestion. "I'm not going out with Caspian, I'm waiting for you."

Edmund felt like you were making fun of him. "Wait for me?"

"Ed, of course, wait for the war to end so we can be together in peace."

"But you're with him."

He blurts out bitterly. "You laugh with him, you look for him." He wasn't going to admit it, but a pain settled in his chest. "You call it, they get lost together"

"No! He's just a friend"

"I don't talk to my friends in their ears."

"Edmund, I don't like Caspian, I swear."

"Do not swear in vain." He just wanted to leave the studio, but he wasn't going to leave it like that.

"Every time we fight you leave.." You accuse behind him. "And this time I'm not going to go after... Love, I'm tired, I don't have any more desire left"

Edmund faces you and his anger is born when he hears you but you don't stop."I like you a lot, but I can't go after you this time"

Edmund's jaw creaks. "Please don't lie to me, especially not to my face."

"Are not.."

"There are many differences between what you say and do"

"Do you think I'm with Caspian?"

"Yeah."

Edmund wanted to believe not, he wanted to feel that his lover's heart was his alone, but he was so insecure, why wouldn't he notice anyone before him?

You walk towards him taking his hand.

"Edmund, my love is yours alone, and I will tell you whenever you need it." your eyes soften.

But that didn't seem enough, because Edmund didn't believe it. "Why wouldn't you choose him?"

You put his hand on your chest, feeling your heartbeat. "Because I would do?"

"I am not Caspian, born ruler, nor am I even similar to Peter, the king of all..."

"You are Edmund, the righteous one, and that is all I want... I don't want Peter, or Caspian, I want you. Do you understand? You are the one he chose."

"But you're wrong.."

"Well then let me make mistakes, let me choose"

Ed cocked his head. "Safe?"

You nod, smiling at him. "Let me have you, please" He whispers into her lips.

Ed nods, not very aware. "Alright."

You smile and your lips steal a kiss from him.

"You want to be my boyfriend?" Questions.

Raise your eyebrow. "You ask me?"

"That's wrong?"

The king denies and kisses you. "Okay... I want to be your boyfriend."

And this time he was sure that he was not going to let the doubt consume him, he was not going to let you escape, he was not going to let the war separate them.

[maretinelli]

ADULT MATTER

Edmund Pevensie X fem!reader

Summary: In which in a meeting with the Pevensie brothers, Y/n and Ed talk about a situation they went through together.

Words: 1.3K+

Warnings: Mention of pregnancy, condoms, adult subjects (???) is not obscenity, but there is a mention. And Caspian is among them, you can imagine him coming to their world after Ed's last visit to Narnia, or where Narnia never existed. Decide!! MODERN AU

Author: English is not my first language, I apologize for any spelling or typing errors. I hope you have fun and check out my list of imagines.

MASTERLIST

It was university holidays and all the Pevensies took advantage of the opportunity to go to Edmund and Y/n's small apartment. Which they shared and was located practically inside the campus where they studied.

While the conversation came and went, night had already fallen and dawn was present.

Lucy was lying on the sofa with her feet on her older brother - Peter's lap. Susan and Caspian were sitting on the smaller sofa while the brunette had his arm around the older Pevensie sister and Edmund was sitting on the armchair with Y/n sitting on his lap. Every now and then the boy would put his hands on his beloved's back and caress her.

Everyone had a mug of tea in their hands as they talked about a subject that Lucy insisted on not participating in.

"Peter is how old? 26? I'm sure the first time was when he was 25" Edmund makes fun of his older brother and makes the others laugh.

Peter just rolls his eyes, smiling and slowly pats his little sister's feet, who had her feet on his lap.

"Funny you guys" he says and the rest smile more. "Actually, it was 23..." Peter speaks more quietly and laughs.

"Almost the same thing" Caspian comments and they laugh.

Peter gets in on the act too, it wasn't a secret for any of them. As he had already said it himself a few years ago.

"And it was with my fiancee. I was waiting for the right person. So no problem!!!" he holds up his finger for explanation and they explode with cuteness. Peter just rolls his eyes and smiles shyly.

"Hazel really is a sweet person. We like her" Susan says and they nod their heads in agreement.

Edmund runs his hands over Y/n's back, making her look at the brunette. He smiles passionately and she responds with another smile.

He whispers something in his girlfriend's ear and she smiles in agreement.

With that, silence prevailed in the room where they were and each one took their mug to their mouth to take a sip of tea.

"Did I ever tell you about the day I thought I was pregnant?" Y/n drops the bomb in the air and smiles at them. As if it were a simple case.

Which at the time it wasn't. But it had really passed, why not make a joke out of the situation?!

That said, everyone in the room chokes on their hot tea and looks at Y/n, while Ed laughs at the situation and Lucy, who was almost asleep, gets up from the sofa and looks at her sister-in-law, leaning on her elbow.

"What???" Susan asks amusedly and doesn't hide a smile on her lips.

"I didn't even know that Ed did certain things" Peter shrugs and takes another sip of tea.

Edmund looks perplexed and throws the pillow. Clearly making a mistake and almost hitting the flower vase on Peter's side.

"Wait a minute" Caspian gets ready on the sofa and looks closely at the girl who was his sister-in-law too. "Explain this story better" he says and leans in again, bringing Susan closer to him.

"Please, because even Lucy woke up with this news." Peter gestures with his hands and points to his younger sister.

Y/n smiles and then sits on the arm of the chair to tell the best story. Thus leaving her feet on her boyfriend's thighs.

"The scare was about 6 months ago, more or less-"

"Damn, we would already know the sex of the baby by now" Caspian smiles happily and is pinched by his girlfriend.

"Shut up, Cas. Let her explain. I'm interested in that" Susan says and they laugh.

"Continuing. At the time I had a lot of discomfort, headache, anxiety, a lot of sleep, little energy, and my period was late. But that's normal, it was never regular. But then the other symptoms came and I started "

"MY GOD" Caspian interrupts Y/n again with a surprised face and attracts everyone's attention.

"What's . your . problem." Susan pushes him on the couch. "Let the girl finish"

"You're a bunch of gossips, that's for sure" Edmund says smiling and gets up to get more tea from the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Lucy was still leaning on her elbows and listening carefully to Y/n and Peter was leaning against the sofa listening to everything very well.

Everyone was very excited to hear that gossip. Even more so coming from your brother and his girlfriend of years.

"Coming back again...it was positive and of course I was nervous, you know. We know what we did, but it was still a shock. We're still in college and everything would be crazy. Then Ed arrived from his internship at night and I clarified everything and I said I would keep the baby if that was what the test said. But I was still hesitant, and the next morning Ed went with me to do a blood test and when the result came back it was negative. The girl said it was probably the one from the pharmacy was a false positive and the one from blood is practically 100% correct. But seriously, I almost died that weekend with the fake news" Y/n finishes explaining and Ed arrives with their mugs of tea.

The girl thanks her kindly and raises her feet so Edmund can sit back in the armchair.

"Fuck" Caspian sighs and quickly looks at the others in the room. "If it were me I would have passed out."

"Well, that's almost what happened to me" Edmund says smiling and shaking his shoulders.

"Wow..." The only thing that comes out of Lucy's mouth before she lies down on the sofa again and tries to absolve the story.

"Okay, but what about the other symptoms you were experiencing?" Peter asks curiously.

"It was a virus" Y/n says and they laugh.

"Yes, then the other week I was pregnant, I mean, with the virus too" Edmund says and they laugh.

Everyone drinks some more of their tea and Peter turns to talk to his younger sister.

"You see how important it is to use condoms, Lucy. That way you won't risk going through what Y/n went through"

Lucy grimaces and sinks onto the couch.

"It would be better to use a condom and take morning-after pills. That's what we're doing from that day onwards" Y/n shrugs and slides into the armchair, to sit again on Edmund's thighs.

"No!!" Susan looks at her sister-in-law. "It's even better-"

"Diu" the two say together and Y/n snaps her finger at Susan.

"That's it, do all that" Y/n agrees and looks at Lucy.

"Thank you so much guys, I'll write this down for when I'm MARRIED!!" She stands up and emphasizes married.

"I doubt you'll wait until you're married." Edmund whispers while drinking tea from his mug.

"Ed!!" Peter says and holds back his laugh.

"It's true, look at me. I'm dating Y/n for what?? We're 22... WE'VE BEEN DATING FOR 8 YEARS, WE CAN'T WAIT!!" He does the math on his fingers and then speaks.

"Very good Ed, but I don't think they needed to know your opinion" Y/n pats her boyfriend's shoulder twice before taking another sip. "Wait a second!!" She says and everyone looks at her, but Y/n only looked at Edmund. "If you couldn't wait until the wedding, what are you doing that you don't ask me for one?" Y/n says and his eyes widen.

"I'm going to stay quiet now" Caspian grumbles and Susan glares at him.

"I'm on my own, I've already asked my girlfriend to marry me and we're going to get married in 3 months" Peter leans on the sofa and looks at his brother and his girlfriend.

"Do you want me to order?" Ed jokes.

"What do you think!!" Y/n exclaims.

Edmund kisses the woman's cheek.

"It's okay, one day I'll catch you by surprise anyway"

Of course, Edmund thought about marrying Y/n. Look at everything they went through during all these 8 years here and another 15 in Narnia. If he didn't do this, the boy's brothers would throw him out of the house.

And Ed already had this idea before she even brought it up. And 2 weeks later, the brothers Pevensie and Caspian helped Edmund organize their marriage proposal. It was everything Y/n always dreamed of.

Author: I find it incredible that all the ideas for these stories come to me in the early hours of the morning, when I should be sleeping.

[starr-angelofnarnia]

I went ahead and published it! This is the first time I've done something like this so I feel pretty proud. Here's the link if you want to check it out. But if you choose to read it, just be mindful of the tags!

I want to make cover art for my first Narnia fanfiction, but I can't draw. So I'm trying to make a photo collage because that's something I'm pretty good at. But the pictures aren't cooperating.

[anakinskywalkerog]

My Very Soul (Chapter 4)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

everyone meet Henry! played by Skandar Keynes, dashing young man version

Link to Chapter 3

Warnings: more Anakin angst, lots of jealousy, canon-typical violence & death, and the beginnings of some soft Ani fluff (it’s a slow burn y'all, so appreciate the build, please)

Summary: As you and your fellows try to figure out the mystery behind the Banking Clan's slow progress, Anakin's jealousy leads to an upsetting confrontation

Word Count: 5.4k

The Muuns of the Banking Clan were interesting beings. You sat watching them as they looked down upon you and your colleagues, their chairs elevated in the high-ceilinged chamber in which they held their proceedings.

       "The Republic believes this new organizational structure will add security and efficiency to the documentation of the Banking Clan's credit reserves," Master Obi-Wan was saying, the Muuns nodding as he explained the new record-keeping system that you Jedi had been sent to initiate...or, so the Muuns believed. You felt a bit uneasy at this deception, but you understood the importance of securing the Republic's control of the credit standard, especially for those planets in the Outer Rim that suffered under the hands of the crime syndicates. As Obi-Wan spoke, you felt Master Yuma reaching out with the Force, communicating to you that you must focus, now. You let your eyes glaze over. From the outside, it would appear that you were politely listening to Master Kenobi's speech. You used this mask to hide the true purpose of this meeting—the objective was for you to try to read the situation, understand the Muuns' emotional movements, sense where their thoughts led, trying to glean if anything within this governing body was amiss.

       Before you knew it, the meeting was over. Time passed differently when you were meditating, you knew, and you shook your head to clear it, quickly, following your Master and the other Jedi out of the Clan's chambers.

       "We should reconvene on our ship," Master Yuma said innocently, disguising the true meaning of her words. "We can send a transmission to the Council, to let them know of our progress."

       "Certainly," Master Faer said, just as calmly. Though it was not assumed that any of the Muuns had ill intent, it was important for you to discuss your mission aboard your own ship, where you could be sure no one was listening in.

       The sun was setting outside against the mountains as you, Henry, and Anakin followed your Masters back out onto the landing platform. You paused, only for a moment, to take in the colors as they moved along with the jagged outlines of the mountainous horizon. Spending most of your time on Coruscant, you didn't often get to admire the natural beauty of the universe.

       "Y/N," Master Yuma called to you, and you turned, following her up the closing ramp of the ship you'd arrived on earlier that day.  

       "My Padawan tells me that you have an unusual ability for understanding other's thoughts," Master Faer said to you as all of you entered the main hull, sitting around the flight table.

       "Not thoughts, exactly," you responded, looking to Master Yuma for permission to explain. She nodded to you in encouragement. "I can...sense minute changes in other presences, through the Force," you clarified, trying to speak of your own abilities with humility. "Usually centered on emotions."

       "And what did you discover," Obi-Wan asked, looking to you, "about our Muun friends?"

       "They're..." you cast around, searching for the right words to explain. Thought, emotion, and consciousness were not easily captured through language. "They're afraid," you said, looking inward, trying to translate the experience you'd had in that chamber in a way that made sense. "All of them. They're scared. Of what, I don't know," you continued, "but I don't sense any malintent on their behalf. I don't think they're the ones behind this...plot, if it is such an organized effort. But there's something they're not telling us. It's like...like they're being forced, against their will. To do what, I don't know." You shook your head, deep in thought, trying to understand it. "It's like there's some other presence. I sensed the outline of something we're missing, but I can't get a read on what it is...whatever this presence is, the Muuns are terrified of it."

       Your words cast the group into silence, everyone thinking hard.

       "I too sensed a lack," Master Yuma agreed. "A lack of sight, that is. We're being blinded." You watched your Master as she puzzled, her braids hanging loosely around her attractive face, her large eyes clouded by thought.

       "Well, we don't have much to report yet," Master Obi-Wan conceded. "We'll need to do a little more digging." Master Faer nodded.

       "The Muuns are under the impression that you will be overseeing the new organizational system's implementation tomorrow," Master Faer said. "They've arranged rooms for you all. I have found them to be gracious hosts," Master Faer continued, smiling a tired smile.

       "That's good news," Master Yuma said, leaning back. "We could all use some rest."

       "Henry," Master Faer suggested, "if you could show your fellows to their rooms for the evening, I will join Masters Yuma and Obi-Wan in sending a transmission back to the council." Henry nodded obligingly. You stood, Anakin following suit. You noticed that Anakin's presence seemed subdued as you walked back off of the ship and toward the Banking Clan's headquarters. It wasn't common for him to be quiet during deliberations—it wasn't common for him to be quiet, period. You read in him a sense of unease, felt some flickers of fear and anger, though you didn't understand where these emotions were coming from.

       You thought back to Henry's words from earlier. He's quite taken with you, Henry had said. You knew this area of thought was off limits, but you couldn't help feeling a gnawing feeling in your stomach. In your own way, you cared for Anakin. You felt remorseful, now, as you walked toward the turbolift inside the floating city with your two silent companions. You could admit that when you were around Anakin, a part of you warmed internally—the way Anakin's Force presence swelled when it met yours, the way you felt his joy spike, no matter the circumstance, even if you were glaring at him, even if you were insulting his intelligence—you couldn't help but feel affection for this boy. Anakin wore all of his emotions on his sleeve, and it was, in many ways, ironic that you were the one who was so often paired with him on missions, seeing as reading other's emotions was your Force gift. You didn't need it, with Anakin. His emotions spilled out at every turn, his joy, his eagerness, his anger, his insecurity—all of it read on his face and in every gesture. You hadn't been able to prevent yourself from becoming fond of him, even though you had tried very hard. It was endearing, meeting someone so genuine.  Maybe you had been too hard on him.

       "The rooms on this level are for diplomatic visitors," Henry told you quietly as you exited the lift, seeming to sense that both you and Anakin were lost in your own, deep trenches of thought. He gestured to a door in front of him, and a door to his left. "Anakin, you may take this one, if you wish," Henry offered. Anakin gave him a curt nod.

       "Thank you, Henry," you said, putting your hand on the door handle. "For everything."

       "I'll see you in the morning," Henry said, and with a soft smile, he departed back into the lift. You turned, opening the door to your room, surprised at its size. The window was large, and through it you could see the last bits of light disappearing against the expansive starry sky. On missions, you were usually delegated to sleeping in the corner of the ship, or perhaps a bunk, if you were lucky. To have a guest room, with a large bed, a view, and a vase full of fresh flowers on the bedside table overwhelmed you. You turned back around, smiling, to find Anakin standing in your doorway, looking angrier than you'd ever seen him.

       "Ani—wha?" you started to question, but all too quickly, he crossed the room, his angry strides breaking through your peaceful mood like a knife.

       "What do you mean, what?" Anakin accused, turning back to look you in the face before continuing his pacing. You looked at him, eyes wide. For once, you truly had no idea what was going through his mind.

       "Henry!" Anakin snarled, putting his hands up in the air, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

       "What about Henry?" you asked, truly nonplussed.

       "You're joking, right?" Anakin asked, stopping his pacing to put his face up close to yours. "That man is what—four, five years older than you?"

       "So?" you questioned, trying to understand how Anakin could be so angry.

       "So?! So he had no right talking to you the way he did." Anakin resumed his angry pacing. You sensed that his subdued nature earlier was nothing more than a valiant attempt to contain the emotions he exhibited now, though you still felt this reaction needed more of an explanation.

       "Talking to me how?" you asked, looking at Anakin as if he were crazy.

       "You know," Anakin said threateningly, pointing his finger at you. "Talking to you as if you were..."

       "As if I were what?" you asked, more quietly, wondering if you could calm Anakin down enough to get him to spit it out.

       "He's way too old for you," Anakin huffed, and you saw that his hands were shaking. "It's not right. And you," Anakin continued, turning to point at you again accusingly, "you went right along with it. He's grown, and you're just a—"

       "Just a what?" you asked, anger finally penetrating your mood. "Just a kid?"

       "His behavior was completely unacceptable," Anakin went on, still pacing. "He was all over you. And he was so obvious about it! Romantic attachments are against the rules, Y/N. And it's...it's wrong. It's beyond inappropriate, for you and him to—for you—" Anakin sputtered, seeming unable to finish his thought. You started laughing.

       "Anakin, it isn't like that at all. Henry and I have known each other since we were small children, training together as younglings." You shook your head, finally cluing in to the meaning behind Anakin's reaction. You felt yourself blushing, wanting very much to completely ignore this realization about the reason behind Anakin's anger, and also struggling to keep yourself from punching Anakin in the mouth.

       "There's something off about the way he looks at you," Anakin retorted, his eyes narrowed, looking up into your face with an intensity you had seen from no one else. The strength of his Force presence was incomparable.

       "The only thing off here is you," you responded, raising your voice ever so slightly. "And I know why," you said, your hands balling into fists, your frustration and discomfort rising in you like a swelling wave. Just when you thought maybe you should be giving Anakin more grace, he worked his way under your skin in the worst way, proving himself to be the most irksome, the most exasperating presence in the galaxy. You felt Anakin's anger rise alongside yours, his presence in the Force lashing out toward you.

       "Oh yeah?" Anakin taunted, trying uselessly to use bravado through his anger.

       "You're jealous of him," you responded rudely, lowering the tone of your voice again, trying to regain control of yourself.

       "Of him?" Anakin squawked derisively, going in the opposite direction of control. "As if. Obedient, quiet, polite, Henry," Anakin spat, smiling a horrible smile. "He's weak."

       Your anger turned to ice. You felt your body stiffen, all of your cold fury directed at the boy in front of you. You couldn't believe it—couldn't believe Ani could be so cruel, that he could be so dismissive toward someone so caring and generous, someone who was like a brother to you.

       "Henry is kind," you said fervently, and you felt your eyes start to water. You willed the tears back. "He's compassionate, and wise. He's ten times the Jedi you will ever be." At these words, you felt Anakin's presence fold into itself, somehow, as if inside him there were a black hole that had suddenly been unleashed. You felt the tiniest twinge of regret.

       You heard a clattering sound across the room, and you turned, seeing the vase that had been filled with flowers on the ground, shattered into pieces. The flower stems lay amidst the wet, surrounded by clear shards of glass. You turned back to face Anakin, to chastise him for letting himself lose control like that, but he had already run from the room, leaving behind him a wake of fury and agony that you felt linger in the Force.

Anakin awoke the next morning balled up in his sheets, sweating, his feelings and memories from the previous night still storming around him. He had not slept well. He had not gotten a chance to enjoy the beautiful room that the Muuns had prepared for him, though Padawans never were granted such dignified accommodations. The whole of it seemed to be mocking him in his anger, the white sheets, the view of the mountains outside in the morning air. Even the vase full of flowers on the bedside table was taunting him. He wanted to smash this one as well—two for two—but he held back.

       He had felt he was justified, telling you off for the way you had interacted with Master Faer's Padawan. Anakin refused to think his name. Still, when he had locked himself in his own room, after confronting you, all he had felt was distress. He was tormented by your face—he'd never before seen you with tears in your eyes, looking at him as if he'd gravely wounded you. The memory made him feel slimy, sick, like some kind of slithering, wet sadness were making its way through his body, emptying him of his anger, his confidence, of anything aside from guilt. Anakin sat up, putting his feet on the ground, resting his hands on his knees.

       He had not meant to make you upset. He didn't know what he had meant to do—his anger had gotten the better of him, as it so often did. But Anakin was not able to banish his anger completely—he felt it stirring inside him, waiting to be called upon should it be needed. Anakin shook his head. Yes, he didn't see what there was to admire in a boy like Henry—a man, Anakin supposed—but you did, and Anakin certainly admired you, your tenacity, your skill, the way you refused to give in, the way you always seemed to be a step ahead of him. Anakin put his head into his hands.

      "Anakin," Obi-Wan said gently from the doorway. Anakin looked up, annoyed that his Master always seemed to appear when he was struggling with his emotions. Having a Master like Obi-Wan—someone so perceptive and attuned to Anakin's internal shifts—was at times difficult. Anakin hadn't ever tried to hide his feelings for you, from Obi-Wan at least, but as he grew older, things seemed to become more complicated.

      "The Muuns have arranged breakfast for us on the lower level," Obi-Wan said cautiously, watching his Padawan.

      "I'm not hungry," Anakin muttered, turning his face away from the knowing gaze of his Master. Obi-Wan sighed, entering the room, sitting on the ottoman at the end of Anakin's bed.

      "You might try to see what you're feeling right now," Obi-Wan began, Anakin still refusing to look at him, "as an opportunity for growth. Feelings that seem important and all-consuming in this stage of your life will shift, and likely fade with time." Anakin shook his head. He didn't know all that much about this kind of attachment, but he knew enough to know his feelings about you, in particular, would never change, or fade, no matter how much time passed. Obi-Wan put a comforting hand on his Padawan's shoulder.

       "I do know that if you want the admiration of your peers," Obi-Wan said gently, "you need to earn it, through words and actions that are admirable." These words softened Anakin's anger, for they were useful to him. They envisioned a way forward—a future in which you didn't despise Anakin, but rather, a future in which you admired him, more than you admired Henry, more than you admired anyone else.

       Obi-Wan watched his apprentice's face as Anakin worked this through. Obi-Wan felt as if he could see the cogs churning, Anakin pushing through the heaviness of his adolescent emotions toward logical conclusions. Obi-Wan remembered what it was like to be young, though he had never been as hot-tempered as his Padawan. He was sympathetic toward Anakin, wanting to assuage these feelings and put his apprentice's mind at peace. Still, a warning arose in the back of Obi-Wan's mind, a warning that had come from the Jedi Council long ago. Though Obi-Wan was aware of Anakin's tendency toward attachment and possession, he also knew Anakin to be, in his very core, a good and compassionate person. He would work through these feelings, in time, and mature with age. Obi-Wan was sure of it.

       Obi-Wan waited in the hallway while his Padawan washed and dressed. Anakin emerged from his room feeling quite irritable, but he worked hard to arrange his features. He breathed in the Force, trying to remember that a Jedi must act selflessly. A Jedi must be slow to anger, must always try to feel connected to other life forms—even life forms that were older, and annoyingly polite, with their stupid freckles, life forms that talked to you as if you were the most beautiful person in the whole of the galaxy—

       No. Anakin worked again to clear his mind of anger for Henry, worked to compose his face and stature into something resembling good natured. As he waited for the lift to descend, Anakin felt Obi-Wan's Force presence and was calmed by it. His Master never seemed to get too worked up, about anything, and though this often infuriated Anakin, right now it was helping him to quiet his troubled mind.

       As Anakin followed Obi-Wan into a sunny room with a large table, he saw that you, Master Yuma, and Henry were already seated. The table had another vase, with the same flowers that had been in the guest rooms, and was covered with a variety of fruits, biscuits, and other breakfast fares. Master Yuma and Henry looked up as Anakin and Obi-Wan entered, both ushering greetings, but you refused to acknowledge their presence. Anakin watched your face, but you ate slowly, staring across at the wall in front of you. Anakin sat down at the table.

      Anakin swallowed, trying to move his face correctly as he turned to Henry. "Good morning," Anakin told Henry, in a voice that didn't sound like his own. Henry nodded to him. Anakin turned to you. "Good morning, Y/N," he said, making sure to push outward with his own remorse, his compassion, his most admirable qualities.

      You looked up at him, finally, your eyes wide and your eyebrows upturned, as if he had said something horribly shocking. You looked back down at your plate, your face red. Clearly, you were still angry.

       "Are you all right, Y/N?" Henry asked you gently, and Anakin's emotions roiled inside of him. You ignored both of them, still staring at your plate.

       "I don't want to know," Master Yuma said, putting her hands in the air in front of her, as if in surrender. "Y/N, we've been tasked with going over the manifest for the credit reserves this morning. Whenever you're ready, we should—"

       "I'm ready," you responded quickly, looking as if you wanted nothing more than to escape that room. Anakin saw the sides of Master Yuma's mouth twitch.

       "All right," Master Yuma said quietly, no hint of anything other than professionalism in her tone. "We'll all reconvene this afternoon." As Master Yuma pushed back from the table, you stood up, knocking some of your silverware to the ground, and fled the room quickly, not turning to look back.

       Henry looked concerned, but Anakin avoided his eyes. Henry turned to Obi-Wan.

       "Don't ask," Obi-Wan said, taking a dignified sip from his teacup.

"You know," Master Yuma told you as the two of you poured over the large books kept by the Muuns, standing in the small room behind the chamber in which the meeting had been held. "You're really growing up, Y/N. Though I can sense that you are troubled, you've handled your emotions quite well." She turned a page and ran her finger along it, looking for any inconsistencies within the Muuns' records. You shook your head.

       "I've been working hard, to regulate myself," you admitted to her, running your hand along the opposite page of the large book, looking through the numbers presented in small, neat lines. "But it's so difficult, sometimes. Anakin—"

       "Anakin is very powerful in the Force," Master Yuma said thoughtfully, keeping her eyes down, on her work. "It must be quite a challenge, to be so young, and to command so much power." These words surprised you—you hadn't expected Master Yuma to make excuses for Anakin's behavior.

       "But he can be so irritating," you groaned, finally letting out some of your frustrations, finally allowing yourself to act in a way some would consider indecorous. "And sometimes, when his emotions get the best of him, he can even be...cruel." Your stomach turned as you remembered the way he had spoken about Henry. Master Yuma looked up, turning to you.

       "I know that age grants one the ability to see things more clearly," Master Yuma said, "and I know that you and Anakin both are very young. Still," Master Yuma continued, her eyes becoming unfocused, as if she were trying to look ahead, past this room, past this moment. "Still, I sense that you know Anakin's heart is not cruel—that you know there is more to this story that has not yet revealed itself."

       You watched Master Yuma, sucking your breath in. This honesty startled you. You didn't know what to say in response, didn't know how to make sense of these words. It wasn't as though you hadn't thought this, in the depths of your mind, before now—it was that hearing it spoken aloud, and from someone you regarded as wise and discerning, frightened you.

       "We can only control our own actions, Y/N," Master Yuma continued. "I trust that you will—"

       Master Yuma's words cut off sharply, as both of you turned, looking to the doorway in alarm.

       "I sense it too," you said quickly, and before you knew it you were following your Master at a run, unholstering your lightsaber, through the maze of rooms that made up the Clan's headquarters, outside, onto the hangar, where you sensed a bubble of tension—of danger.

       You exited to a distressing scene: the bright light of the day revealed Anakin and Henry, standing at the edge of the hangar, their lightsabers lit, blocking blasts sent from an enemy wearing pilot's clothing, a mask covering their face, their blaster firing shot after shot. The mystery attacker was skilled, you saw—the assailant dodged the blasts that Anakin and Henry sent back, deflected by their lightsabers, and rolled on the ground and fired more shots, getting closer and closer to the Padawans. You and Master Yuma ran forward, lightsabers lit, but you were still too far away. You felt the presences of Master Faer and Master Obi-Wan exiting the building behind you, having sensed the danger at the same time you had. This was supposed to be a diplomatic mission, you thought desperately. Who was this attacker, and, more importantly, why were they here? There wasn't time to think it through. You ran forward, desperate to join your fellow Padawans.

       You watched with horror as a blast hit Henry in the arm, knocking his lightsaber out of his hand, leaving him defenseless. You felt like your legs were moving in slow motion, so intense was your desire to get to him, to protect him, when you saw the attacker fire the blaster again, directly toward Henry's heart.

       "Henry!" you screamed, but as you felt your stomach drop, a terrible fear slashing through your middle, you saw the red light stream of the bullet stop, hovering in mid-air between the masked attacker and Henry's frozen form, his mouth open in surprise. You didn't understand, not until you looked to your left and saw Anakin, sweat dripping from his brow, his hand reaching outward, his fingers tensed. You wouldn't have believed it if it weren't happening before your eyes. You'd never seen someone stop an energy bolt from a blaster through the Force. You wouldn't have thought it possible—the reflexes necessary to stop something moving that fast would need to be quicker than lightspeed. The attacker stood, watching the beam of light hovering, astonished, and turned to look at Anakin. Anakin's stare turned cold, and you knew what would happen before you could stop it. Anakin used his Force grip on the energy bolt to change its direction, sending it back to the attacker, hitting the mysterious masked figure in the chest.

       "Henry," you said, your heart beating quickly as you ran forward to look at your friend. "Are you all right?" Henry nodded, seeming shaken, but you could feel in his emotions that it had not been the attacker's actions that had caused that bewildered look on his face. It had been Anakin's response. It took Henry a moment to get ahold of himself.

       "Thank you," he said, turning to face Anakin head on. "You saved my life." Anakin nodded at Henry, then turned to look back at the masked attacker. It was clear to everyone from the mysterious figure's still form, unmoving on the floor of the hangar, that whoever this person had been, they were no more.

       "That was unwise, Anakin," Obi-Wan said quietly, walking forward to examine the body. "Now we will never know who this assailant is, or who sent them to attack us." Anakin flushed, and you felt his frustration through the Force.

       "He would have killed Henry," Anakin argued, "had I not intervened."

       "He, or she, or they might be dead," Master Yuma said, "but it's time for those among us who have not been truthful to give us answers." She turned to face the Muuns, who stood in a cluster near the doorway into the inner chamber, looking terrified.

       "Who sent this assassin?" Master Faer asked them, for once abandoning his calm demeanor, looking angrier than you had ever seen him. You felt that Master Faer cared deeply for his Padawan.

       "We do not know!" one of the Muuns entuned, wringing his hands, acting upset. "We cannot know."

       "Then what is it that you have been hiding from us, friends?" Master Obi-Wan said. His tone was calm, but the strength of the Force command in his question rang around all of you. The Muuns felt it, whether or not they knew consciously. They all looked at each other, looking scared.

       "We have been plagued," one Muun said in a small voice, standing behind the others, "by a demon. A hooded man, in the shadows. A demon who has threatened us, our species."

       "Tell us everything," Master Yuma said, her voice intensifying.

       "We will," the Muun agreed.

"But we can't go," you said, distressed, looking back to Henry and Master Faer as you, Master Yuma, Master Obi-Wan, and Anakin prepared to board your ship. "Not now that we know there has been an attempt to remove the Jedi presence on Muunilinst. We need to stay to help Master Faer, and—"

       "It is likely our presence here brought forth this attack," Master Obi-Wan explained, looking to you with empathy. "Staying will only garner more resistance to a Republic presence in the Banking Clan."

       "But—"

       "Master Faer and I can take care of ourselves," Henry told you, walking forward and taking your hand. "You don't need to worry, Y/N." You looked up into his eyes and felt that he meant this—that though he didn’t want you to leave, he felt it was for the best. Duty came first for a Jedi. You hugged him, burying your face into his chest, the way you used to do when you first arrived to the Jedi Temple as a young child, when Henry was one of the only other younglings who was nice to you.

       "We'll see each other again soon," Henry said kindly, pulling away from you and gesturing for you to enter up the ship ramp with your companions. You turned away reluctantly, and once you were aboard, you turned back to watch the ramp close, Henry waving goodbye from behind it before it shut fully.

       "Better settle in," Master Yuma told you, putting a reassuring hand on your arm. "Get some rest, Y/N." You still felt wrong about leaving, still saw Henry's face as the ramp closed in your mind, but you knew Henry was talented, and that Master Faer would do anything to protect him. There was no use in worrying more, right now. You sighed, and plopped yourself down onto the flight couch in the main hull. Master Yuma went to check on Master Obi-Wan in the cockpit. You'd almost forgotten the other presence next to you, so lost you were in your thoughts of all that had just occurred. You tried hard to cast out your fear, because you knew where the fear of loss led. As you worked through the Force to regulate yourself, your eyes closed, you noticed a pause hanging in the air, as if someone had spoken half of a sentence and was waiting to speak the other half, or the last few notes of the melody had yet to be played. You opened your eyes.

       "I'm sorry!" Anakin burst out, standing across the hull in front of you, looking uncomfortable in his posture. You raised your eyebrows. Watching Henry almost be killed by a blaster had driven your argument with Anakin from your mind, but you could see now that Anakin had been waiting for the appropriate moment to say this. It was surprising, to you—you'd never heard Anakin apologize.

       "For what?" you asked cautiously, taking in Anakin's bowed figure, feeling his complicated emotions swirling around the both of you.

       "I'm sorry for—for what I said. About Henry," Anakin continued, his voice clipped. This seemed to be new territory for him, as if he were pushing hard within himself to try to force the words out. "He's not weak. He's a good Jedi." You watched Anakin, his eyes looking to you, asking for your forgiveness, and you felt a shift in the Force. Between the two of you there had rarely been any vulnerability, any weakness—you had always kept a strict guard up around Anakin, and he had always met that guard with confidence, with boldness, with his daring audacity, his stubbornness. The boy in front of you now was allowing that boldness to wash away, leaving behind a presence you associated with the boy you had found, all those years ago, sitting on the bench in the Jedi temple. Underneath Anakin's self-confident swagger you had always intuited this sensitivity, this soft current, but now that it was on full display in front of you, at your mercy, you were overwhelmed. You felt yourself blushing, unsure what to say.

       "Thank you," you whispered, and Anakin felt your acceptance of his apology in your words. His posture relaxed. He walked over, tentatively, sitting next to you on the flight couch, still keeping his distance.

       "Do you believe it? What they said?" Anakin asked, his energy buzzing, his body still working to keep in his emotions—fear, relief, amongst other things you refused to name. "About the hooded demon, that is."

       "Yes," you admitted, still looking down. "Though that descriptor doesn't seem right, as it's through the Muuns' limited lens. Whatever that presence actually is..." You paused, turning to look at Anakin, feeling his presence in the Force swell when you made eye contact. "I have a feeling things are changing, Ani." He nodded, his eyes wide, taking you in.

       "There's nothing in this universe that the Jedi can't handle," Anakin told you. You knew he had been trying to say this with comfort, but the phrasing unnerved you. You couldn't sense why. "Whatever changes, we'll handle it together."

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Beach Duel

Paring(s): Edmund Pevensie x fem!reader

a/n: okayy, so this has been in my drafts for about two years… i know… but i saw it in docs recently and decided i wanted to finish it so here it is!! enjoy!

warning(s): fluffyy, sword fighting, banter, short and sweet, me trying to write a sword ‘fighting’ scene, my mistakes

A cool breeze mixed with the smell of salt washed over my face. The sun was beaming its rays against my skin, slowly it would turn to a light pinkish color burning my skin. I laid with my elbows digging into the sand, Susan sat beside me her legs crossed her face looking down at a book she was reading in her lap. Her younger sister Lucy stood a few feet away, her long red dress swayed in the wind as she walked along the beach collecting shells. Their brothers Peter and Edmund were closest to the water practising their sword skills.

The metal clashed together with each swing I watched as Peter doged a jab that would have pierced his stomach. Edmund blocked when Peter swung towards his legs

Edmund caught my gaze and in a split second he was on the floor Peter standing above him laughing in victory.

“Your form is better but your concentration is poor,” Peter remarked, holding his hand out for his brother who was on his back in the sand.

Edmund glared back at his older brother. He stood back on his feet dusting his shoulders off before getting back into first stance. They were back to clashing swords until Edmund was on the ground again. I giggled at him being so easily distracted and he moved his gaze over to where I was.

“And what is so funny princess?” Edmund wondered. Even though I was a queen Edmund always called me princess, it was the nickname he gave me when we first met. Peter was now looking in my direction as he helped Edmund up again.

“Oh nothing, just that you can't stay focused to save your life,” I sassed. “I could honestly last longer in a fight than you.” I smirked.

He crossed his arms and gave me a smug look.

“Is that a challenge?”

I got up from the sand and dusted my dress off and stalked towards him at the shore line and placed my hands on my hips. “I challenge you, King Edmund the Just to a duel!” At this point all his siblings were staring at us watching our exchange and a slight blush came to my cheeks. I held my hand out for him to shake and he took it.

“What does the victor win?” He asked.

I thought for a moment then smiled.

“If you win I'll kiss you,” I proclaim and his smirk grows wider. “And if i win you have to go to the next revel in your trousers.” Susan and Lucy began a fit of giggles a few feets away from us and Edmund shook my hand firmly.

“Deal.”

“What are the terms?” he asks.

“Frist person to be disarmed loses.” I state.

He nods and Unsheathed his sword from his holster once more. Now that it was set Peter held out Rhindon to me and I took it and nodded appreciatively. I positioned myself in a readying stance as Edmund did the same, We both smirked at one another and then the duel commenced. I Lunged forward and I swung my weapon to his right shoulder and Edmunds sword clashed with mine. He then Pushed back against my blade pushing me back and the metal creating a clank sound when they came into contact once more. We continued taking hits and blocking them simultaneously so I decided to change it up a little and kick under his legs and cause him to fall back. I heard Lucy and Susan cheer me on as Peter shouted at Edmund to get up. He didn't drop his sword yet so he got back up and dusted the sand off himself. I gave him a smug look and he glared back at me playfully.

He approached me swiftly and our swords met again and we pushed against each other.

“So this is how were going to play?” his face inches from me in between our crossed blades. I didn’t answer and spun on my heel, my hair and dress flaring with my movement.

When he was laying against the sand his sword fell from his grip and I stood over him with the tip pointed under his chin.

“I win.” I proclaim. Susan and Lucy clapped and cheered and I looked up to see them jumping up and down which was a mistake. Because when I looked away from Edmund it gave him the chance to sweep my legs and drop Peter’s sword. Once I hit the beach Edmund was pinning me to the floor. He leaned down his face inches from mine.

“What was that about distractions?” he teased.

“Oh shut up.” I snorted.

He grinned and leaned down to kiss me softly. I sighed into the kiss and reached my hand up to thread through his hair. We forgot his siblings were watching us for a moment but Once we heard a clearing of a throat We pulled apart to see an impacinet Peter giving us an annoyed look. I blushed furiously and Edmund got up off me and offered me his hand and I took it. He pulled me up swiftly and placed a hand around my waist. Peter kneeled down to get his sword and slide it back into the holster.

“Well done Y/N,” Peter Congratulates. I always held Peter in such high esteem for his courage and selflessness, so getting a compliment from the magnificent was nice.

“Hey! What about me?” Edmund Proclaimed.

“Only Y/N gets to be praised for such a performance.” Peter teases his younger brother and throws his arm over your shoulder as you all walk towards Lucy and Susan. Edmund still has his arm around your waist and rolls his eyes at Peter for his comment.

“Ha, ha,” the just king says dryly. “but you're right, she was brilliant.” Edmund marveled.

[thepremedthatwrites]

Checkmate

request: hi! I love your writing! I'm wondering if you'd be open to writing a chess game between the reader x Edmund, that turns smutty or something like that? thanks!

warning: smut below the cut

“Checkmate!” the brunette exclaimed as he placed his knight in its spot, trapping my king.  

“Seriously Edmund, can’t you let me win at least once?” I complained as we moved to reset the board.

“But then you would be mad at me for going easy on you,” he pointed out.  I let out a sigh before moving one of my pawns two spaces ahead.  I rested my head against my hand as I watched Edmund, expecting him to move his own piece.  Instead, he smiled.  “I think I have an idea on how to make this game a bit more interesting.”  I raised an eyebrow.

“What’s your idea?”  I waited in silence, knowing I was either going to love or hate the idea.

“Why don’t we spice things up and play strip chess.”  The grin on his face widened.

“Strip chess?  What in the world is that?”

“It’s like strip poker.  Except it’s chess.  Each time a piece of yours is taken that isn’t a pawn, you have to take off an article of clothing.”

“How ridiculous,” I muttered, my face turning warm as I thought of stripping in front of Edmund.  

“Why?  Scared you’ll be the one to become naked?”  I looked into his eyes, his brown irises looking back with the same fire that was in mine.

“Fine, whatever Pevensie,” I said, looking away from his eyes as my heart raced in my chest.  I could feel his eyes still watch me as I focused my attention on the board.  “I just hope you’re wearing lots of layers.”

It wasn’t long until Edmund captured one of my rooks.  I let out a groan as Edmund let out a victorious laugh.  “Alright, (y/n).  Clothes off.”  I rolled my eyes as I pulled my shirt over my head.  My vision of him was shortly obscured by the red shirt before being returned to normal as I flung the piece of clothing away from me.  I was suddenly glad to be wearing one of my nicer bras as I felt Edmund’s eyes study the newly exposed skin.

“Stop being a creep Ed,” I said as I moved one of my pieces. 

“Sorry,” he muttered.  His response caught me by surprise as I had been expecting a witty comeback.  Instead, he focused his eyes on the game in front of us, his cheeks colored a light rose.  It wasn’t long until I captured his knight.

“Alright, Edmund.  Clothes off,” I said, repeating his words from earlier. 

“Very funny,” he said as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.  I let out an impatient sigh.

“C’mon Ed.  We don’t have all day.”  He let out a chuckle, moving his fingers at a faster rate before the white button-up was off his body.  I had never seen Edmund shirtless before.  I had always known he was strong but I wasn’t aware of the abs that hid behind the fabric of his shirts.  His skin was tanned from the sun, most likely due to afternoons playing football.  

“Admiring the view?” Edmund chuckled, causing my face to heat up as I snapped my head back to the board.

“You wish,” I shot back, suddenly very interested in the game.  I studied the pieces in front of me as I attempted to slow my heart rate.  Luck must have been on my side as it wasn’t soon until I had captured Edmund’s rook.  “Let’s hope you didn’t wear your Care Bears boxers today,” I joked as Edmund stood up to take off his pants.  He started to unbuckle his belt and as he did, I couldn’t help but notice the butterflies in my stomach. 

I turned my attention to his face as he took off his belt and pulled down his pants.  He returned to his spot on the floor, his face filled with concentration before making his next move.  I tried to concentrate on the game but all I could focus on was the slight bulge visible in his black boxers.  “(Y/n),” he said, causing me to wake from my daze.

“Hm?” I replied, looking up to face him.  In his hand was my bishop.  

“Pants off princess.”  I know he meant it as a joke but my heart fluttered at his words.  I swallowed thickly, suddenly very aware of Edmund’s eyes on me.  I got up, unbuttoning my jeans before pulling them off, leaving me in only my underwear.  I saw Edmund lick his lips as he looked at me.  I blinked my eyes a few times before focusing them on the chessboard and not Edmund’s crotch.  Surely I was just imagining the growing bulge in his boxers, although Edmund’s uncomfortable shifting seemed to suggest otherwise.

Edmund had become increasingly silent as I pondered my next move.  I leaned forward, playing out my plan in my head as I slowly moved my hand to one of my pieces.  Before my hand could reach it, a larger hand grabbed mine.  “Are you going to continue teasing me like this?” Edmund questioned.  I was about to ask him what he meant when his eyes flickered to my cleavage that had slowly become more visible as I leaned forward.  I could feel my face start to warm, my eyes flickering to his crotch.  While I might have been able to write off his erection as part of my imagination before, it was now very much evident. 

“As if you aren’t teasing me as well,” I said, returning my gaze to meet his own.  His brown eyes studied my face as his hand traveled from my hand and up my arm.  He studied my facial expression, waiting for a sign to stop.  I didn’t give him one.  Instead, I crawled closer to him.  With one single swipe of his hand, the chessboard was gone.  Chess pieces clattered across the floor, not that either one of us cared.

Both of his hands wandered my body as I climbed into his lap, my legs straddling him as I wrapped my arms around his neck.  I slowly leaned forward, giving him enough time to stop me.  He didn’t though and soon, my lips were on his.  The pair of lips that were usually twisted in a sarcastic grin was as soft as silk.  I felt his tongue brush my lips, asking for entrance.  I parted my lips slightly, allowing his tongue and mine to be together.  They waltzed together, pressed against each other as Edmund’s hands worked on unclasping my bra.

After a moment, I felt the piece of fabric loosen before falling between the two of us.  We parted for a moment, both of us panting heavily from a mixture of the adrenaline pumping through our veins and the make-out session.  I ran my hands through Edmund’s brown locks, looking into his admiration filled eyes.  I experimentally rocked my hips back and forth, feeling his erection rub against my clothed sex.  Both of us let out a moan at the friction.  His hands gripped onto my hips almost bruisingly, pushing me down onto his hardened cock.  

“Oh God Ed,” I moaned, the friction much needed.  Edmund seemed to need more as he shifted our positions so that I was now laying on the floor.  His lips were quick to find mine.  Our lips moved together as his hands traveled to my panties.  He tugged on the fabric but it wouldn’t budge.  My realization that I had to raise my hips to allow him to take them off came too late.

“For fuck’s sake,” Edmund muttered before the sound of ripping fabric could be heard.  There was a moment of silence afterward.  I was now completely naked in front of my best friend.  I fought the urge to cover myself as his eyes wandered my body.  

“Those were my favorite pair of underwear,” I said, only half-joking.  A grin appeared on Edmund’s face, dissipating any self-consciousness I might have had.  

“My deepest apologies, love.  I promise to make it up to you.”  As soon as the words left his mouth, I felt a finger on my clit.  I let out a gasp.  A smirk formed on Edmund’s face as he started to lightly rub circles.  He added another finger, increasing the pressure slightly.  My hips rocked in time with his fingers, my body chasing its orgasm.  I closed my eyes as the pleasure built.  

“Edmund,” I gasped as I felt myself come undone, my head falling back as a moan left my mouth.  Edmund slowed his fingers until they had stopped moving altogether.  

“You look so beautiful when you cum,” he whispered.  I opened my eyes slowly to look at Edmund, a smile on my face.  He leaned forward, his lips pressed against mine in a soft kiss before pulling away.  I watched as he removed the only article of clothing from his body.  I bit my lip as my eyes landed on his erection.  He was definitely bigger than anyone I had been with before.  My pussy fluttered as I imagined his cock in me, stretching me out as he thrust into me mercilessly.  

I didn’t have to imagine for much longer as Edmund climbed on top of me.  My hands automatically wandered his body, touching anything it could reach.  I pushed his head down so that I could kiss him.  My moan was muffled by the kiss as he pushed into me, my back arching in pleasure.  He stayed in place for a moment as I stretched to accommodate him.  Soon enough, he started a slow pace.

Although the pace was slow, his thrusts were strong.  My body moved with each thrust, my nails raking down his back.  His mouth traveled from mine to just under my ear.  “Ed,” I moaned as he started to softly suck on the skin.  The pace had started to become faster as one of his hands went between our bodies.  I let out a gasp as his finger brushed my nipple.  He continued to toy with the sensitive area as I felt myself getting closer to my release.

“I’m so close,” I gasped.  I could feel Edmund smiling against my skin, the knowledge that he was able to unravel me like this probably amusing to him.  

“Cum for me (y/n),” he whispered into my ear, his hot breath tickling my neck.  My body obeyed his command as my entire body shook with pleasure.  My walls collapsed around him which seemed to be his tipping point as he moaned into my ear.  “Fuck (y/n),” he moaned as he gave one last thrust before spilling into me.  I let out a small moan as I felt his warm spurts of cum enter my body.  

After a few seconds, he pulled out of me.  He rolled off of me and to my side, turning his head to face me.  A smile was on his face as he brushed a strand of (h/c) hair from my face.  “See, wasn’t that better than boring, regular, old chess?”  I let out a chuckle.

“It seems you did have a good idea for once.  Although you still owe me a new pair of underwear.”

“Fair enough,” Edmund replied as we both got up to find our discarded clothing.  

[justpevensies]

random little headcanons for Edmund

blurb: these are little thoughts I had about being with Edmund because he has my heart

A/N: apologies for not sharing any new writing for the last week or so, I’ve just been busy with uni but now I’m back!

warnings: none at all!

okay so when you’re together with Edmund he is the most wholesome & beautiful soul

holding your hand as you walk around the castle and then wrapping his arm around your waist/shoulder when you walk in the gardens 

both you and edmund are quite “private” people where everyone knows the two of you love each other but you both love intimate moments

you both definitely have lots of inside jokes because of that - and because Edmund is such a joker & sarcastic guy

“Ed can you stop being sarcastic for once?!” you would complain and he would let out a deep sigh and say “But it’s all I have”. then he’d quickly lean in and kiss you and say “I’m just kidding - I love you”.

Edmund surprising you with breakfast in bed but he’s burned the toast and you don’t even say anything because he’s so proud of himself and you just adore the gesture too much.

playing chess or curled up together with Edmund as ways of just relaxing together

if you were up late doing work for the kings & queens or if Ed was up late doing royal duties, both of you would leave food and a hot drink for the other in the study to show you were looking out for each other

Edmund loves seeing you horse ride becaue he loves the way your hair flies in the wind and you laugh all the way

Edmund buying you a silver necklace with his initials on it for whenever he’s not with you

If you ever ended up marrying Edmund, you would be given your own unique crown and it would be silver to match his

both of you are so in tune that sometimes you’d come up with a joke/a similar joke in your heads whenever something happened and you both would look across at one another and smirk, trying not to giggle

Edmund catches you wearing some of his clothing - such as one of his shirts or a jumper - and he instantly thinks you’re even more attractive everyone else notices it too and understands how close you both are

when it’s your birthday and Edmund brings out a birthday cake for you covered in candles and dances while singing “Happy Birthday” to you it’s the cutest okay?! 

even though he’s not much of a baker he makes your birthday cake every year just as a surprise

the two of you building forts out of covers and pillows in Edmund’s and your bedchambers and staying up late night talking and enjoying time

the two of you couldn’t sleep so you both took a walk in the gardens of the castle late at night holding hands

[justmanu]

The Chronicles of Narnia Masterlist

Edmund Pevensie

For The First Time In Forever (smut)

[eds-gryff]

The Weight of Beauty

Edmund Pevensie x Reader

(Requested by @popsixsquish

‘Could I perhaps request some Edmund comforting an insecure reader?’

Again, very sorry it took me over a year to finally get to this! 😬)

A/N: So, this is kind of a confession- I write all my requests and x Reader one-shots with my OC, Sanya, in mind. I write her name and her country and her hair colour, and then I change it to Y/N, etc, after I finish writing.

If you would like, I have a four-part Narnia series on my Wattpad, which is Edmund x (plus-size, POC) Original Character; it is called The Alliance Series (‘Alliance’, ‘The Heirs’, ‘Moonshine’, and ‘Fairytale?’, with ‘Sultana’ as a companion AU), which you might enjoy! If you enjoyed my fics here, and if you liked the Y/N in them, you’ll love Sanya as well as her relationship with Edmund. The marriage and overall background of Edmund and Y/N in this fic are actually based off Edmund and Sanya in Alliance!

Here is the link to my Wattpad⤵

A/N2: You know, I am personally very insecure myself and I am pretty chubby, so writing this down was actually rather cathartic. I’m not madly in love with Edmund like I was when I was sixteen (when I started writing The Alliance Series, btw), but it is still quite comforting to write one of my favourite characters being so complimentary and sweet about something most people are not.

Anyway-

Y/N= Your Name, Y/C/N= Your Country's Name, Y/N/n= Your Nickname, Y/H/C= Your Hair Colour, Y/E/C= Your Eye Colour. Reader is plus-size.

Happy Reading!

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Y/N knew she had a terrible expression on her face as she strode back to her bedchambers, and she knew it wasn’t the most fitting expression for a Queen whose main work that day had been a diplomatic excursion- but she could not help it! She was usually very good at hiding her innermost emotions, but today had simply gone too far.

“Ugh.” Was the first word- or, sound?- that left her lips as she shut- rather violently- the door of the bedchamber. She let her feet carry her to the large canopy bed that stood in the center of the room, and she immediately fell back on it, absolutely uncaring how it would mess up the hair that her maid had carefully arranged. She couldn’t care less about what she looked like in this moment.

And then she let out a hacking laugh at the irony. This whole predicament was because she cared too much about what she looked like.

After a few minutes- or perhaps hours, Y/N did not know, she was prone to dissociating from reality- she heard the door open. If it had been any other room, she would’ve sat up quickly, ready to fight if it was an intruder, but there was only one other person with the key for this room- and thus, it could only be one person to be coming in the bedchamber currently, for it was his bedroom as much as hers.

Her husband, King Edmund the Just.

“Y/N/n.” Edmund’s tone was rather humorous, and Y/N felt the urge to throw a pillow at him. “I know you are prone to sleeping in, but didn’t you have a diplomatic tour today? With- Terabinthia?”

Curse his good memory.

She made a sound that resembled Troll, but thankfully Edmund knew her well enough to know that she was simply affirming his question.

“Did the delegation not arrive? I am sorry I could not be with you,” Edmund sat down next to his wife, and smiled when she automatically held her hand out to him, which he clasped in his, “but the matter with the villagers took all day. Lucy is still there, I only had to return for a courtier needed a signature very urgently.”

Thankfully, Susan had already signed for it by the time he’d reached, and so he had made his way to his bedchambers instead, for some rest and relaxation.

“They arrived.” Y/N mumbled, eyes closed. She did feel slightly better, though, just the simple act of her husband holding her hand was a comfort. “And they left.”

“Already? Good for you, my antisocial darling.”

She felt the corners of her mouth lift despite herself.

But she said, “I made them leave.”

“Er- not a diplomatic action, that.”

“No, husband, not like that.” Though, she had done that many times before. She was absolutely not the royal who was the first choice for such missions. “They were too embarrassed, so they excused themselves after an hour. Because of me.”

The Just King’s brows furrowed, “Why were they embarrassed?”

She did not answer, but she did open her eyes. Edmund’s chocolate-brown eyes looked down at her, concern and some amusement in them, and she let out a sigh.

“Don’t you wish you were married to someone thin?”

There were not many things or people that caught Edmund off-guard, but his wife was very much an exception, as he learned more and more ever day.

As such, he could only say, “What?”

Sluggishly, the Queen sat up, “Well, you didn’t want to marry me.”

“You didn’t want to marry me, either.” Edmund pointed out immediately. Their marriage had been arranged, part of a political alliance between Narnia and Y/C/N, Y/N’s land. The bride and groom had not been pleased. “And we both loathed the state of our marriage for the first few months.”

This was true. Y/N- who had been titled the Y/N/T not long after this hated wedding- had actually taken to hiding in the Stables to avoid her husband.

Then things had changed and evolved, and they had spent time together and grown closer- and now, now she was so besotted and in love with him, she felt like one half of a couple from some dramatic romance novel.

And she was rather sure he felt the same way.

“Well, yes. But I was attracted to you from the beginning, you know. You are so beautiful, husband. If there is any human worthy of the title of the God of beauty, it is you.” Her voice was soft, and Edmund almost instinctively moved closer to her. “I may have hated you and our marriage, but the saving grace was your beauty and your respectfulness. Oh, and your freckles.”

The accent didn’t hurt, either.

He grinned, “Oh, speak on, please. I am enjoying this turn of conversation very much.”

To her surprise, she laughed out loud, “Of course you are.”

But it seemed she had spoken too soon, for at the same time, Edmund had spoken, “But I would like to finish the previous topic first. What was that about me wanting a thin spouse?”

“Um.” Y/N was regretting saying that suddenly. She was not one to bare her innermost emotions and thoughts often, unless it was in a diary. “Nothing.”

“Y/N.”

Oh, it really was serious if he was calling her by not a pet-name.

“What exactly happened with the Terabinthian delegation?”

The Queen groaned, and fell back in bed again.

“Your Majesty!” The head of the Terabinthian delegation, came over to the carriage in front of which Y/N stood. Curtseying, she spoke, “I am the Duchess of Terabinthia.”

She curtseyed as well, “The Y/N/T Queen, at your service.” While in Narnia, she preferred to use the epithet awarded to her because of her marriage to a Narnian King. If this had been her country, she’d have called herself the High Queen of Y/C/N. “Welcome to Narnia.”

“Thank you verily for making the time to meet us. We are grateful.”

“No need for gratitude, it was our honour.” Y/N said, wishing she could go home already. Why had Peter assigned her to do this? He knew she hated this- oh, that must be exactly why. She was absolutely going to bonk her brother-in-law on the head with her sword the next time they had a duel. “We are most glad you visited Narnia on your tour. And Y/C/N is next, I believe? I will make sure you have the best guide for your travel in my country.”

The Duchess bowed her head in gratitude, and her eyes widened.

“Oh, I did not know! My most heartfelt congratulations.”

Y/N blinked, “Thank you, but for what?”

Yes, she had new shoes on- not by her choice, but her most comfortable pair had actually fallen apart- but that wasn’t something to be congratulated upon.

“You are expecting! It has not been announced, as far as I know, so that must be why you are surprised.” Her face broke in a wide smile, and she did not notice as the Queen’s face withered. “You and King Edmund must be over the Moon.”

Y/N could not say anything. What could she say? That, no, she wasn’t pregnant, she was simply fat. That, no, her breasts had not grown because they would soon nurse a child, but because she had always been ample? That, no, the weight around her middle was not because there was a babe in her womb, but because she was unhealthy and unfit and always had been?

“How far are you along, Your Majesty? I imagine it must be the second trimester- Your Majesty?” The Duchess’s smile faltered. “Is everything- is all well?”

“Yes.” She had to be gracious, diplomatic. She could take off her new shoe and throw it at her, or go hide in her carriage and have a breakdown like she was a teenager again. “But I am not with child, my Duchess, my husband and I have yet to be blessed in that way. I am simply- this is simply how I am.”

The other woman’s eyes widened, and she took a nervous glance back, to the rest of the delegation, who were surely wondering what was taking so long.

“I am so- I cannot apologise enough, Your Majesty, I had no idea- I thought that, because of what you- because you are- I- forgive me.”

“Yes.” Y/N said, though she did not. It wasn’t the Duchess’s fault, she was fat, she knew, which was not common among royalty or nobility.

Still, she couldn’t help but harbour a grudge.

“Well. Shall we on?”

“Oh, I will be sending them a very strongly worded letter.” Edmund said, his face even paler than usual and his eyes burning with anger. Who in their right mind would speak to his beautiful, wonderful, courageous wife in such a way? “How dare-”

“Because it’s the truth. I am fat.” Y/N said, and looked down at herself. She was still garbed in exactly what she had been wearing then. “I can’t even tell myself that she misunderstood because I was bundled up in a cloak and shawl- I wasn’t and am not.”

It was a warm day, in summer. She’d worn a gown with cap-sleeves that the Royal Tailor had recently delivered, with intricate embroidery in an art style belonging to her homeland around the hemline, bodice, and sleeves. It was scarlet and purple and gold, and she had liked it, even loved it, but now she did not think she’d ever wear it again.

Not to mention, she was no beauty, but at least the jewels and crown distracted from the ugliness of her face.

“Y/N/n, you aren’t-”

“Oh, please. You have seen me naked enough times to know I speak the truth!”

He had seen, felt, touched the pudginess of her stomach, the curvy rolls around her sides. He’d gripped her thick thighs, he’d kissed them, and he’d slid his fingers over the dark-red stretch-marks that were present all over her body- her flabby arms, her fat thighs, her plump sides.

She squeezed her eyes shut, “I hate feeling like this. I know my weight does not equal my worth, I know it doesn’t matter that I’m ugly, and I know getting so upset is utterly stupid, but I cannot help it.”

She had felt insecure about her body for as long as she could remember. Even as a child, as one with little care for anything but her playthings, she remembered how she’d been upset when a pretty outfit gifted to her did not fit her, or when she’d preferred to wear something oversized to conceal her heaviness. Granted, no healer had ever said she, then the Princess, was overweight, simply that she was healthy and stout- but when compared to the slender, picturesque folk around her, she had felt and still felt like an elephant in silk.

“How could you not want someone thin- someone beautiful? Someone- someone who’s not me.”

Edmund felt rather at a loss. He always knew what to say, how to take charge of a conversation, how to keep the other person calm- but he felt utterly speechless in the moment. His oft-praised silver-tongue had all but disappeared.

But he knew one thing- he did not agree with his wife.

“My darling.” He lay down beside her as well, and pulled her to him, nestled in his arms. He felt a soft breath of comfort escape her lips, and he was glad. “You say you were attracted to me the moment we met?”

Y/N nodded, hiding her face in his chest, “Even more so when I heard your accent.”

He held back a laugh, and went on, “And you know how I felt when I saw you?”

She shook her head, her Y/H/C hair falling over his blue-and-grey tunic, and Edmund berated himself for never telling her this before.

“I was mesmerised.” He said softly, so softly that Y/N had to look up, her Y/E/C eyes wide. “I would say enchanted, for that would be very true, but you know I have a rather difficult past with enchantments, so let’s stick to mesmerised. I could not take my eyes off you.”

Y/N muttered something that was probably ‘because of the corset’, but her cheeks were on fire.

Admittedly, his wife’s breasts had been rather pushed up and obvious because of the corset she’d worn under her outfit during their first meeting- and, yes, Edmund had not been able to stop himself from blatantly staring for a few seconds- but he was not speaking of that.

“You were rolling your eyes as you were formally announced-”

Almost predictably, she rolled her eyes again, and her husband did laugh softly this time.

“And I remember you were holding onto your own arm, as if comforting yourself, as if reminding yourself to be strong.” He spoke, dipping his head to press a kiss to her forehead. “Just by those two actions, you had my respect and my admiration, and then your beauty had my enthrallment as well.”

“Edmund...”

“You may not be what utterly vapid folk all over the world consider to the epitome of beauty,” which he absolutely did not, “but that did not stop me from thinking you to be the goddess of my dreams.”

She pressed her body closer to his, almost instinctively, as if her very skin wanted to be nearer to him.

“A thought I still have every single day.”

Emotion sparkled in her eyes.

“Really?”

And she still doubted him. Of course.

“Yes.”

“Even though I’m fat, and lumbering, and don’t even get me started on my nose-”

He wanted to throw a pillow at her, but restrained himself to saying, “Would you do me a favour?”

“I would die and kill for you, Edmund.” Y/N gave her husband a fond look. After what he had just said- oh, she had not thought she could have loved him any more than she already had, but she did! So, so much. She wanted to kiss him already. “Yes, of course, what is it?”

Edmund’s lips curved, “Could I undress you?”

Well, she would never be saying no to that.

She nodded, far too excited yet far beyond caring about seeming pathetic- and, soon enough, Edmund’s clever fingers were undoing laces and pulling down fabric and ghosting over her bare skin.

Once she was naked, Y/N reached for her husband, to make the situation equal, but he took her hands in his instead, before she could grip and tear at his tunic.

“What?” She asked impatiently. She wasn’t insecure in front of him anymore, she hadn’t been in years, not since the first time they had made love. All she thought when she was nude around him, was that she wanted him to be that way as well. “Let me undress you already, so we can-”

“That’s not what I meant.” He said, his freckled cheeks blushing. His wife cocked her head at him, and he elaborated, “I want you to know something- see something.”

Her eyes narrowed, “If you’re going to stand me in front of the mirror to look at my bare body, I will get my sword right now and tear your limbs instead of your clothes.”

Edmund’s intentions may be noble, but there was nothing Y/N hated the sight of more than her ungainly figure in the mirror.

Except vegetable mash. Ugh.

Ah, how delightfully murderous his darling wife was. Her country and his own was lucky to have her.

“No, no.” And he lay Y/N down on their bed, her hands clasped under her breasts, and she was giving him with a quizzical look the entire time.

He climbed carefully on top of her, half-covering her body with his, and pretended he didn’t notice Y/N rolling her hips against a part of his body that was extremely fond of his wife and extremely susceptible to her- to her everything.

“I want you to know exactly how I see you- and, hopefully, one day, via you gaining some sense or via osmosis or whatever, you’ll see it, too.”

What was osmosis?

Y/N was about to ask, but her words and her breath was stolen when she felt Edmund’s kisses on the space between her breasts.

But his hands were not on her breasts, as she’d hoped- they were on her plump upper arms, and he was speaking in a whisper to the hollow of her throat, “I see these as strength. I see these as proof that you are the most skilled swordsperson I know, the strongest person I know.”

His hands wandered down her arms to the pudgy rolls of her stomach, and Y/N squirmed. She could not help but think she was glad she had missed breakfast and had yet to have lunch, otherwise she’d be even fatter.

But Edmund was not thinking about her diet, he was speaking, still in that soft, reverential tone, “You call these pudgy, you think this is fat? Even if it is, I don’t care. Because I see this as you being healthy, as a sign that you will be with me for a long, long time, that you won’t be snatched away from me by cruel disease or anything like that.”

“Never.” Y/N vowed breathlessly- she would never leave him, she would fight time itself if necessary. “We’ll always be together.”

His response was a kiss to her throat, and his hands finally reached her breasts.

She wanted to close her eyes, to revel in his touch and know no other senses- but he was looking at her, his dark twinkling eyes never wavering from her face, and she could not look away.

He squeezed them, fingers glancing over her hard nipples, and said, “Want to know what I think of these?”

Y/N could only nod, too eager and too wanton and too in love.

“Fucking sexy.”

And his mouth met hers, finally, finally, finally.

It was a passionate kiss, for there had not been a single day in their lives together they had not desired each other- but as much as there was lust, there was love. As they kissed, Edmund’s heart was soothed because Y/N’s lips were warm on his- and Y/N’s soul was comforted, because Edmund’s mouth was steady against hers. His hand grazed against her breast again, and she slid her tongue inside his mouth, and they both drew even closer together in their embrace.

One of Y/N’s hands slipped inside Edmund breeches, inside his boxers, and wrapped itself around him. Edmund gasped into his wife’s mouth as he felt her touch, and Y/N’s hips rolled against his, her hands already stroking her husband’s cock.

But all too soon, Edmund pulled away, panting.

“Too daring, darling.” He said, as breathless as she’d been minutes ago. “I was trying to make a point, not-”

“Make love?” Y/N asked, her brows raised. She was sopping, needy, and she didn’t think she’d ever loved him more. Please, please, please could he take off his clothes already? “If there is a vote between the two, husband, I will be voting the latter, just for your information.”

“Noted,” Edmund kissed her shoulder, “but I am not done.”

He drew away from her, and Y/N groaned. Sitting up between her parted legs, Edmund took a moment to look down at his wife. At the expanse of her soft skin, occasionally marked with a mole or pimple or scar. At the curves that had made her ravishing to him the first time he’d seen her, and which had continued to only grow in loveliness over the years. At the valley between her legs, at the dips in her sides as her hips flared out.

Y/N was curves and dips and valleys, and he could not help but be glad she was not thin as a lamp-post, and Edmund thought of how- to him- her body was perfect to kiss and hold and caress and love.

He smiled suddenly, “You know, sometimes when I can’t sleep, I look at you, and I try to decide which is my favourite curve on your body.”

She blinked very rapidly. That was far more romantic than counting sheep- or dragons, as she preferred.

Sometimes, in her most lovelorn moments, she would count Edmund’s freckles. She usually got too distracted by them to actually sleep, though.

“Have you- have you ever made a decision?”

Edmund shook his head, his unruly bangs falling into his eyes.

“Sometimes I think it’s this.” He ran her hand down the bend of her right side, “sometimes this-” he gripped her left thigh just above where it met her knee, “and sometimes- often, actually- your tits.”

Y/N giggled.

Edmund bent his head low then, still holding her thighs. He peppered kisses to the stretch marks painted over her thighs and her waist, and felt a tight, hot coiling inside the pit of his stomach as Y/N trembled in pleasure underneath him.

“What do those tell you?” Y/N asked, her voice a murmur. She wrapped her legs around him, locking him in place. If she could keep him here forever, she would. She felt so content, so calm in his arms- apart from the raging want to fuck him. “My stretch-marks?”

“You’re marked by the Heavens.” His voice caught, almost, and he almost shivered at the intensity of her eyes. “They resemble lightning strikes, you know? And lightning, like storms, like the rain, comes from the Heavens.”

Hm. She’d compared her stretch marks to dead worms before, because they were roughly the same shade, but beautiful rain, which covered the earth with an even more beautiful smell whenever it fell?

“How am I supposed to keep thinking of myself as ugly, if you keep saying things like that?”

It was not quite a victory, but it was close enough.

“Exactly. You’re not supposed to think of yourself as that, because you’re as far from that as I can imagine.”

Her heart thudded in her chest, and seemed to grow. They had made love so many times in- in so many ways, so many places- but she was certain that this was the most intimate moment they had ever shared.

“You can’t just kiss away all of my insecurities.” She spoke with a small laugh, as Edmund lifted his head up to gaze at her. She really wished he could, but neither of them could wholly and fully heal the pain inside each other. “Try as you might, it’s not possible.”

“Well, I’ll still keep trying.” He shrugged, and pressed a very light kiss to her clit, which made Y/N moan out loud. He would absolutely have to lavish more attention there, he decided firmly, he was as amorous as she was. “I love you. I love you, and you are the love of my life, Y/N/n, and you are beautiful.”

She pulled him down next to her again, and she nestled herself closer to him. Edmund’s arms encircled her, and she was glad to be the little spoon. She was usually very glad to be the big spoon, holding her husband in her arms, but she loved this position very much, too.

Y/N didn’t think of herself as truly beautiful, and perhaps never would; Y/N did not think of her being plump in a positive light, and perhaps never would- but in this moment, and many other moments after this, Y/N would look down at herself, and she would not recoil, she would not grimace, she would only remember her husband’s words, and she would remember her strength and her bravery and the fact that she was alive, and she would no longer be cruel to her own self.

In this moment, and in many other moments after this, there was peace- in her mind as well as his, and in their hearts and souls, which perhaps were as joined together as the Moon and the stars.

Until there came knocks on the door minutes later, and Y/N all but shoved Edmund to open it. He gave her a look, but could do nothing more- she was naked, after all, she couldn’t open the door. Drat, he really didn’t want to get up.

Regardless, he kissed her nose, which scrunched up in the most adorable manner, and got out of bed.

Ah, the struggles of Kingship.

“I’m sorry to disturb, Your Majesty, but Queen Susan asked to inform you and Queen Y/N that lunch has been laid.”

“Oh, thank you very much,” Edmund said, after a glance back at his wife, who was smiling lazily at him over the tops of her breasts. He felt a blush coming on again. “But my Queen-wife and I are both feeling a bit under the weather, and I was about to request someone to bring our meal up to our chambers. Perhaps after half an hour?”

The faun bowed, “I shall have that be done, Your Majesty, thank you very much. My well-wishes for you and Her Majesty Y/N to soon feel better.”

Edmund nodded his head at him, a gracious smile on his face- and once the faun had departed, he closed the door and returned to the bed.

He snuggled close to his wife, who wrapped her arms around him. He felt perfectly, incandescently warm, and spoke into her shoulder, “I figured you would not want to face the world again today.”

She kissed his hair, saying, “You assume right, but what about you?”

“Oh, I prefer you to the world, by leaps and bounds.”

“I love you, husband.” Y/N said simply, and he pressed a short, chaste, yet endlessly loving kiss to her lips. “Anyway, now will you take off your clothes?”

Edmund matched her smirk with his, “How about you take them off for me, Y/N/n?”

Not another insecurity was thought of again that day, and the faun had to return with their meals four times before the King and Queen finally opened the door.

--

[adoralinefilms]

hey could you please write edmund pevensie x wife!reader. Fluffy please

Hi! Thank you so much for requesting :) Sorry this is short and not the best, I’ve been catching up on school lately. Hope you still enjoy it.

It’s been officially a year since Edmund and I got married. It was one of the biggest events in all of Narnia ever. I’ll admit there were times it was rough and times we would get so angry we couldn’t look at each other but our love prevailed.

Edmund and I always show our love in small ways, whether it’s a quick hand squeeze before a big meeting or breakfast in bed - We will always be there to show our love.

It’s eight am and I make sure to get up around a half an hour earlier to prepare for this day. I turn to my right and see Edmund sleeping so peacefully. His dark chocolate hair messed around during sleep. He looks so peaceful, his eyes finally resting. I carefully get out of bed not to wake my husband and get dressed.

It’s this beautiful lavender shade with lace on the ends. I saved it for this date. Edmund always told me he loved me in purple, and well lavenders a shade of purple.

I went to the garden and picked some flowers for Edmund, in the middle of thought, I think, “Would Edmund even want flowers?” But nonetheless, I pick them anyway.

My next stop was to go down to the kitchen and get those Turkish Delight he loves so much and thank the staff.

It’s been about an hour since I went to do all this for Edmund and our relationship and I haven’t seen him since. I figured he was in meetings doing his duties and most of forgot about the whole day.

I start gathering the flowers and Turkish Delight and head up to our shared bedroom to lay it all out. I go to open the door and see Edmund’s front facing the bed.

“Edmund?”

He quickly turns around and gives me his best smile. “Y/N, I was just about to find you.” He walks a step towards me and sees what’s in my hands. “Happy anniversary, my love.”

I break the gap in between us, set the flowers and treat aside and kiss him. “Happy anniversary, Edmund. I got you flowers and your favorite, turkish delight.”

Edmund chuckles and gives me another kiss, “Thank you, I love it. I love you.”

I blush. “I love you too.”

He turns back to the bed and hands me a bouquet of flowers - just like I did - and a necklace.

And just like that, I know our love will be one for the ages.

(AN- I’m sorry this is so bad!!!)

[crispyimagines17]

Imagine:

Edmund Pevensie and you were dating in Narnia, but when he decided to return to Earth with his siblings and you refused to follow him, the whole bond was broken. Yet, he never stopped loving you.  

[isolemnlyswearpevensie]

Lightning in a Bottle | Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Warnings: None :)

Time/Era: Modern AU

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Music is Edmund’s love language, apparently. 

Request: Hey! Could you possibly do a cute high school au with Edmund? Maybe they’re both crushing on each other and everyone knows except themselves, anything you wanna do really haha 😂 thanksss :)

A/N: Thanks for the request!!  God, I love Edmund so much. And here, we have indie boi Ed. This oneshot is inspired by  Electric Love by Børns. (Specifically, the video linked) This is one of my favorite songs, and I thought it fit the indie-main-character-high-school vibe :) I didn’t really nail the “everyone knows but them” thing, but still crushes! Enjoy ~

masterlist | here is a playlist of the songs in the mixtape mentioned | read on ao3

Edmund Pevensie was obsessed with listening to music, particularly with old musical technology. While it wasn’t uncommon to have a fascination with cassette tapes or vinyl records, it hit a special chord within Edmund’s heart. Something about listening to music, old and new, on the outdated tech made the music sound better, hit harder, and stick in his mind better. He was the type of guy who took the AUX on long car rides to play one of his thousand Spotify playlists. 

Another notable thing about Edmund was that he was very intelligent with very high standards for himself. He was a natural at academics, having been in advanced classes since he was young, and he was the guy everyone hated in math class. After dozing off in class, and mouthing off to the teacher every now and again, he still came out as the teacher’s favorite and a straight-A student. 

The majority of the time, though, he tended to keep to himself. While he was genuinely liked by his peers and was rather charming, he didn’t really consider anyone his friend. Unlike his older brother, Peter, he liked to remain closer to the shadows with earbuds in his ears. He knew he could never fill his brother’s shoes; Peter had basically come into Cair Paravel High School to be captain of the soccer team. He was so good that even though his grades were subpar at best, he received a full-ride scholarship to Archenland University to study sports medicine and play on their soccer team. 

Then there was his older sister, Susan, who won her Student Body President campaign by a landslide. Everyone liked Susan; she was patient, gentle, and got along with pretty much everyone. She too got a pretty large scholarship to Beruna State College and is double majoring in child education and European history. 

Finally, there was Edmund’s little sister, Lucy. She was only a freshman at Cair Paravel, and very into student council. Edmund thought she was practically made to be an ASB kid; she was excited, friendly, and much too kind. Lucy made the switch to high school seamlessly and had a big group of friends by the time the final bell rang on the first day. 

Edmund was a senior now and he couldn’t wait to get out of high school. The people were unintelligent, he was constantly compared to his siblings and he was ready to start his life. Edmund had high ambitions to become a lawyer, specifically criminal law. He didn’t really have much to leave behind at this school, so he was just trying to get through it as soon as possible.

One thing he would miss was the quiet girl that sat behind him in his music appreciation class. Edmund didn’t really want to take the class, but at the last minute, he discovered he needed to fulfill an arts credit to graduate. He appreciated music and liked easy classes, so he chose this one. Little did he know it was mostly analyzing classical pieces. 

Y/N was super cute in Edmund’s eyes. She always mumbled sarcastic comments whenever their easily excitable teacher, Mr. Tumnus, would stretch when over-analyzing a stanza of music. By the time October passed, Edmund had grown quite fond of the girl. She almost always was reading a comic book of some sort instead of paying attention in class. Y/N even ended up lending Edmund a few for his viewing pleasures; he always made sure to return them in the exact condition he received them. Batman seemed to Y/N’s favorite. 

Y/N loved watching Edmund write. He held his pencil wrong and always had ink smudged all over his hand. Maybe it was because he was a leftie, or maybe it was because he wrote too fast. Probably a little bit of both. His handwriting was also weirdly slanted to the right, which didn’t make any sense to Y/N. He was left-handed but his letters slanted to the right? Not the mention how half of it was in cursive and half of it was in print. It was definitely messy but, oddly enough, still intelligible. 

“What are you listening to?” Y/N asked Edmund. “Better not be Christmas music. Christmas was last month.”

Edmund pulled an earbud out of his left ear and turned so he was sitting horizontally in his chair. He leaned an arm on the top of her desk and grinned. “Currently, I’m listening to Can I Call You Tonight? By Dayglow. What are you reading?” 

“Currently, I’m reading Volume 1 of The New Teen Titans,” Y/N copied Edmund. “I’ve never heard of Dayglow, are they good?” 

Edmund smiled, offering her his earbuds. “Listen and see for yourself.” 

As she listened Edmund searched her face for any clue to what she’s thinking. Her face housed a small smile so he concluded that she enjoyed it. Once the song ended, she took out one of his earbuds and placed it on her desk. 

“I like it,” She concluded, listening to the next song. 

“Good, so do I. It fits my mood for today.”

“What’s got you so happy today? You have a great way of showing happiness, by the way.” Edmund was dressed in all black with his hood up. Edmund rolled his eyes. 

“What I can’t be in a good mood?” 

“I never said that, Pevensie. You just look very Edmund-y today.” Y/N pulled the other earbud out of her head and held them out to him.

“No, keep listening. I’ll play some music for you throughout class and maybe you can tell me what you think at the end?” He pulled his hood off of his head and smoothed out his hair. “And what do you mean Edmund-y?”

“I don’t know, all black, hood up, dead look in your eyes.” 

“I don’t have a dead look in my eyes!” Y/N giggled at her own joke. “Just for that, I’m going to take this.” He snatched the open comic book that laid open on her desk. 

For the remainder of the class, Edmund dictated what Y/N listened to from his phone. He played everything from The Beatles, to The 1975, to COIN, to Duran Duran. Every now and then, Edmund would peek his head back to see her eyes glued to the back of his head. Her body swayed to the music almost lazily, and a smile graced her features. For some reason that made his stomach feel fuzzy. 

She returned his earbuds at the end of class, and he returned her comic. 

“That was fun,” Y/N complimented, shoving her materials into her bag. “I like the get better song you played.”

“I Wanna Get Better by Bleachers,” Edmund corrected her as they left the classroom. Music Appreciation was the class of the day for them, seeing as they were seniors who left at lunch, so the two started making their way towards the parking lot. 

“You have to meet your sister right?” Y/N asks, pulling out her I.D. so she could leave campus. “The really sweet freshman girl? Honestly, you two are so different I wouldn’t have guessed you were siblings.” 

“Oh, Lucy, yeah. We grab lunch every Thursday before I drop her back off for the remainder of her classes.” The two showed their I.D.’s to the campus aid and walked into the parking lot. 

“That’s sweet. We should grab lunch sometime, or something. It could be fun! We could do our analysis questions about Bach.” Y/N started to walk in the opposite direction and Edmund felt his cheeks warm. Luckily, Y/N’s back was now towards him. 

“Yeah, sure. Don Giovanni, right?” 

Y/N’s laughter could be heard as she grew further away. “That’s Motzart, Pevensie!”

Edmund shook his head and met Lucy. She was leaning against his car looking bored. 

“Who was that? Is that your girlfriend?” Lucy asks, opening the door once Edmund unlocks the car. This made his cheeks flush more. 

“No, she’s just the girl that sits behind me in Tumnus,” Edmund puts the key in the ignition and starts the engine. 

“Then why are you blushing?”

“I’m not, Lucy. It’s just hot in the car, it’s been sitting out here for ages.”

~

 One day in the middle of March when Y/N walked into Music Appreciation, she noticed a small rectangle box on her desk. Upon opening it, she found a cassette and a note. The note looked as if it was typed using a typewriter. 

Y/N,

I’m not very good when it comes to words, but I’m good when it comes to music. Hopefully, this says it all. Enjoy, my love. 

Side A //

Electric Love / Børns

I Love You So / The Walters

Fallingforyou / The 1975

Your Song /  Elton John

Someone To You / BANNERS

Side B //

Babe, Can I Call? / The Hunna

Tonight (I Wish I Was Your Boy) / The 1975

Luv, Hold Me Down / Drowners

love somebody like you / joan

TV Dream / Larkins

Y/N didn’t recognize most of the songs, but just reading the titles made her blush. 

“Mr. Tumnus? Did you happen to see who left this on my desk?” She held up the cassette so he could see. He shook his head. 

“No, sorry.”

Other students started to trickle in and soon the bell rang, no trace of Edmund. It wasn’t uncommon for him to skip this class, it was basically pointless, but it made Y/N sad every time he wasn’t there. 

The door swings open and a drenched Edmund steps into the classroom. Without even looking up, Mr. Tumnus addresses him. 

“You’re late again, Mr. Pevensie.”

“Sorry, I got stuck behind a group of Sophmore girls who wouldn’t move.”

“In the rain?” Mr. Tumnus raised an eyebrow.

“No, if it was in the rain I would be wet right now, sir.”

He plopped into his seat and started raking his hands through his wet hair. His cheeks were slightly rosey, as were his nose. His lips were pinker than usual and they stayed slightly parted. Hair stuck to his forehead as he ran his fingers ran through it and the hair on the nape of his neck dripped down his back. Y/N had to stop herself from staring at him with her jaw unhinged. 

“What’s that?” He whispered, noticing the open present on Y/N’s desk. He had taken up sitting horizontal in his chair at all times so he could more easily talk to Y/N. 

“It’s a mixtape. It was left on my desk when I got here,” Y/N responded and handed him the note. Edmund took it and began to read; his eyes scanned the paper and his lips moved slightly as he read. Y/N couldn’t help her this time, so she allowed herself to stare. His lips were always so pink and so puffy. She fantasized about how soft they must be. 

“Wow, looks like someone really likes you,” He comments, placing the paper back on her desk. “Do you have a cassette player?”

Y/N didn’t even consider that. Who the hell has a cassette player in the year 2020? Apparently, her answer was evident on her face, and Edmund chuckles. He reaches into his bag and pulls out a walkman and a pair of earbuds. 

“Here, you can have mine. I got a new one last month and I don’t really use this one as much.”

Oh, Edmund has a cassette player in the year 2020. 

Y/N smiled, taking the player from his hand. “Thanks, Ed.”

“Wouldn’t want you to miss out on those songs. Whoever made that has good taste, you’re lucky.” 

~

When Y/N got home tonight, she took out her walkman. It sat easily in her palm, just big enough for the cassette to fit inside. On the bottom, “E.P.” was scratched into the plastic. She smiled and put her mixtape inside. 

As she listened, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander to Edmund. They had grown much closer in the past few months, even going lengths to hang out outside of school. Y/N learned that not only was Edmund extremely intelligent, but he was the funniest person Y/N had ever met. He always had a sarcastic comeback or joke to offer her, no matter the subject. He had also let many of his walls down, letting Y/N get to know him better. It all felt so comfortable and natural. No longer was he just the cute guy from Music Appreciation, but he was the pain in the ass that Y/N had fallen for. And Y/N had fallen hard. 

Against her first impression of the mixtape, Y/N had actually heard all of these songs. After the first day in January, Edmund had lent her his earbuds near-daily and she would listen to whatever he played for her. Her eyes widened. 

Why would Edmund carry around a cassette player he didn’t use? And to school for that matter? And the note; it was typed because Edmund had such distinct handwriting! Y/N rewound the cassette and listened to it again. Why didn’t she realize in the moment?

~

“Hello, Y/N,” Edmund greeted in the parking lot the morning, he happened to park next to Y/N. He gripped the coffee in his hand and got his backpack in the trunk. “How are you on this fine morning?”

“Tired, I stayed up, like, half the night listening to that cassette I got yesterday.” Y/N slung her own backpack over her shoulder. He closed his trunk and locked his car. 

“Yeah? And what did you think?” The two started walking towards the building. 

“I thought that the songs all sounded oddly familiar.”

Edmund took a long sip of his coffee. “Like you’ve heard them before?” 

“Mmhm,” Y/N hummed and walked onto campus. She held one of the straps of her backpack as she walked. “Almost as if this dumbass guy I know played them for me a while back,” Y/N’s voice was teasing and light. 

“Yeah? Who is this guy?” Y/N stopped walking and looked up at Edmund. 

“Thanks for the mixtape, Ed.” 

“Whaaaat...just because this guy has great taste in love songs doesn’t mean it was me. I’m flattered though, really,” Edmund took another long sip of his coffee. 

“Oh, what a pity. I actually got excited when I figured out it was you. Considering normal people don’t just carry cassette players in their backpacks. Especially not ones they don’t use anymore.” Y/N’s voice was thick with sarcasm. 

“Excited?”

“Yeah. I’ve kinda liked that Edmund guy for a while, but he doesn’t like me back so…”  

“You like me back?” Edmund was grinning from ear to ear. 

“Yes, babe, I like you back. I have since October since I started letting you borrow my comics,”

Edmund placed his coffee on a bench and pulled Y/N closer to him by the hips. 

“October, huh?” Y/N smiled bashfully at Edmund’s tone but nodded. 

“What? You’re cute, I couldn’t help myself. Plus, now you make me cute mixtapes.”

Edmund leans down and places his lips against hers. They were just as soft as she had imagined. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers quickly finding the hairs at the nape of his neck. He pulls away and leans his forehead against hers. 

“Be my girlfriend, then?”

“You nerd,” Y/N took a small step forwards and pecked his lips again. “I would love to.”

[anakinskywalkerog]

My Very Soul (Chapter 12)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Link to Chapter 11

Warnings: danger oh no, a HUG (!!!!!!), and the beginnings of some rekindled jealousy...

Summary: You, Anakin, and your Masters face a threat from an unknown source; an old friend makes an unexpected reappearance

Word Count: 3.3k

You stood in the lift as it moved slowly upward, toward Senator Farr's floor. You were shaking, and it wasn't from the cold. You tried to put everything you were feeling out of your mind, but it was difficult. Anakin crying, sobbing in his sleep; Anakin yelling at you to get away from him; and then, shortly after, Anakin leaning in toward you, as if he meant...as if he meant to...

       You shook your head to clear it, as you often did, but it didn't help. You felt the whiplash of the evening as if you'd actually been thrown back and forth. You put your arms around yourself in your tunic, wishing you'd grabbed your Jedi robes before you'd stormed out of that room.

       The lift opened and you walked quickly toward the Senator's apartment, where you knew Master Yuma and Master Obi-Wan would be standing guard. Senator Farr had been slightly grumpy about Jedi coming and going from his apartment as if they owned the place, but you'd felt his fear through the Force when he was confronted with the possibility of separatist violence. You waved the lock open with the Force and heard it click, entering the apartment quietly. Master Obi-Wan and Master Yuma, you saw, were standing on the apartment's luxurious balcony, looking out at the city. Their figures were illuminated by the moonlight, and they were talking quietly. As you walked toward them, Master Yuma looked over, sensing your presence, and cut off her speech quickly, looking back to Obi-Wan in warning. Clearly, whatever they had been discussing was not meant for your ears.

       "Is everything all right?" Master Yuma asked you, looking you over, and you pulled your Force presence back into yourself, making sure not to give anything away.

       "Everything is fine, Master," you said with an even voice. "It's time to switch the watch." Master Yuma looked down at her chrono.

       "I suppose you're right," she said slowly, looking to you in confusion, trying and failing to read the hurricane you felt in your mind. You gazed at her, keeping your face stony. She responded with an exasperated look.

       "Obi-Wan," Master Yuma said, turning back to him, "go get some sleep. My Padawan and I will continue the watch until morning." In her words you heard an unspoken threat; you knew you wouldn't escape Master Yuma's scrutiny for long, that she would make you tell her what was going on in your head. Master Obi-Wan looked out at the moon.

       "I really feel I must stay," Obi-Wan said thoughtfully, his face illuminated in the low light of the sky.

       "But Obi-Wan," Master Yuma said, "you've got to be exhausted." Obi-Wan held up his hand, quieting her.

       "I will rest in the morning, Yuma. You should go get some sleep." Obi-Wan looked at her kindly, his Force presence exhibiting a lot of complicated emotions. Master Yuma searched his eyes for a moment, and then nodded.

       "See you soon," Master Yuma said to you, and the light touch on your hand she gave you communicated to you that your unspoken conversation was not finished. She turned and left the apartment.       

       "It is truly a pleasure to see you both, again," Master Obi-Wan said to you as you stepped forward to take Master Yuma's position next to him. "I am amazed at how much you've grown, both in your powers and into yourself." You were surprised, but pleased to hear Obi-Wan speaking this way. He wasn't one to give gratuitous praise, you knew. You gave him a small smile.

       "Still," Obi-Wan continued, "I feel in the Force an unknown current, something that makes me apprehensive." He looked away from you, outward, back to the Coruscanti skyline, his eyes glazed with thought. "A part of me worries about the repercussions, of working with you and Yuma again. The paths that might unfold, given this reunion, for my Padawan and myself." You balked at Obi-Wan's turned face. He was speaking so plainly, speaking to you as if you were a contemporary of his, as if he regarded you as an equal. Though his speech was careful, it was clear to you what he was referring to, and you couldn't believe he was being so candid. It was as if he knew everything that had just occurred down in that basement room, as if he perhaps knew more of the situation than even you did.

       "I feel...similarly conflicted," you responded, keeping your speech just as careful. You joined him in looking out at the city beneath you, but you didn't need your eyes to see him. You felt in Obi-Wan his caution, his uncertainty, but also other things, among them a deep love and respect for his Padawan. The strength of Obi-Wan and Anakin's bond was comparable only to your bond with your own Master. Though you knew many Padawans felt deep admiration for their Masters, for you, and for Anakin, you knew, it was more than admiration. It was a familial tie, one that could not be severed, even in death.

       "You have grown in more than just skill, I sense," Obi-Wan continued, still looking outward. "The wisdom you often show surpasses your age. But," Obi-Wan said thoughtfully, stroking his beard, "such wisdom can often be a burden, particularly for one so young." Obi-Wan turned to face you, and you mirrored him, looking up at the Jedi carefully. "I trust your ability to handle whatever difficulty may lie ahead," Obi-Wan told you affectionately, putting his hand on your shoulder. You breathed quickly. Though Obi-Wan's words were filled with care and compassion, in them you felt the hint of a warning.

       "A good Jedi must keep her mind open," you repeated your own Master's words, looking down at your feet. "It—it does not do one any good, to dwell too much over questions of the future."

       "This is true," Obi-Wan said, his face curling into a smile. "You are a good person, Y/N. You will make a powerful and discerning Jedi Knight."

       "Thank you," you replied softly, looking up at Obi-Wan, the weight of his fatherly affection warming you like a blanket.

       "Do you think—" you started to ask, but you were cut off by a sharp current in the air, a vibration that cut through you as if you'd been cut by a saber. You inhaled sharply.

       "I sense it too," Obi-Wan said quickly, his lightsaber drawn. The two of you ran from the balcony.

Anakin couldn't sleep. He heard Master Yuma come into the room, knew from the sound of her footsteps that it was her and not Obi-Wan you had relieved from the watch, and for this, he was grateful. With Master Yuma he could feign sleep, pretend just by lying still. He wanted to toss and turn, to pace the room, but he stopped himself, lying on his back with his eyes closed and his arms folded on top of him.

       As much as the nightmare had disturbed him, it was his own reaction to you that kept him up now. He was furious with himself. Why had he lashed out at you, telling you to go away, when what he wanted most in the world was for you to do the very opposite? And then, after you had forgiven him for his outburst, why had he chosen that moment to try to kiss you? Anakin pushed the mortification around inside of him, but he could not free himself of its grasp. It had been a horrible moment to choose, to try to lean his face toward yours, to try to make a move that would alter your relationship forever. The problem was that it hadn't been a conscious choice at all, but rather, an impulsive act. It was just like Anakin, to act impulsively and ruin the moment. And then, the way you had run from the room, run away from him, as if you'd been horrified by his actions...Anakin furrowed his brow, wanting to erase the whole interaction from his mind.

       The dream floated around in the back of Anakin's consciousness, tugging at a part of him he rarely let himself focus on...his mother had told him not to look back, when he'd left Tatooine, and he had followed her advice, trying hard not to think of his past life. It was nonsensical, to long for the days of his life when he'd been a slave on that godforsaken sand dune of a planet, especially now that he led the exciting life of a Jedi, a life he himself had always dreamt about. Still, a part of him wished he could open his eyes and wake up in his mother's small slave quarters, get up to help her with the washing, head to Watto's workshop. He missed his mother with every part of him, missed her so much that he wouldn't let himself think of it, wouldn't let himself feel how painful the ache was. Why had he dreamt of her being hurt? Why now?

       Anakin was stirred from his thoughts by a beeping sound, coming from his own commlink and echoing from across the room, where Master Yuma's comm was blinking. Anakin was on his feet immediately, Master Yuma just milliseconds behind him. The beeping had signaled danger.

       Both Anakin and Master Yuma ran from the room wordlessly, through the maze of the basement security hallways, toward the lift. Though you and Obi-Wan were up on the second highest floor, in Senator Farr's apartment, Anakin felt a disturbance in the Force elsewhere, in the middle of the building. This confused him.

       When they entered the lift, Anakin looked at Master Yuma, and she looked back, intuiting that they both had felt this current shift.

       "Floor...five," Anakin breathed, and Master Yuma nodded, punching the button. Anakin urged the lift to move faster. What was the danger? Why weren't you protecting Senator Farr? What was going on?

       The lift doors had barely opened, but Anakin was through them, running through the hallway, Master Yuma trailing closely behind.   

       "That door there!" Master Yuma whisper-shouted, relying on her senses to guide both of them to where they were needed. Anakin waved the door unlocked with his mind, and burst into the unknown apartment, running through the living room.

       They came upon a horrifying scene. It took Anakin a moment to understand the situation, to take it all in: there you were, holding your body flat against a wall, not moving. There was Obi-Wan, near you, his hand outstretched, his eyes fearful. There was a Togruta in the bed, presumably the senator who lived here, sitting up, looking terrified as he pulled his sheets up to his chest. The scene didn't make sense; there was no attacker. Why did everyone look so terrified?

       Master Yuma breathed in quickly, and Anakin, looking harder, saw a very small dart floating in the air in front of your face. It was so small, Anakin thought it could be a trick of the light—the tiny droid, only just bigger than a needle, poised in the air, pointed at you.

       "A pursuer dart," Master Yuma explained breathily into Anakin's ear, reading his confusion. "The shadow of an assassin. So small it can barely be seen, so light, but full of a powerful poison. It can kill in mere seconds." Anakin felt as if the floor had dropped out from under him.

       "Why does it hover?" Anakin asked, his fear spiking as you moved your eyes to meet his, frozen where you were against the wall.

       "It attacks when it senses movement," Obi-Wan said quietly. "It knows the specific DNA of the one it must kill. It reads you when your muscles move."

       "Keep still, my child," Master Yuma breathed, watching you with dread. You moved your eyes to her, looking her in the face with fear and a bit of defiance, as if to say, no duh.

       "Why is it trained on Y/N?" Anakin asked, his eyes wide with fear.

       "There was another pursuer dart," Obi-Wan explained, "that tried to attack our friend, here." He gestured to the Togruta, terrified in his bed. "Y/N destroyed it. This one seems to have picked up her chromosomal mark, and trained itself on the threat, rather than the intended target." Anakin saw a small, needle-sized dart, broken on the floor.

       "So, you fear if you destroy this one," Anakin pieced together, "another might appear?"

       "Precisely," Obi-Wan said, his eyes not leaving you, frozen as you were against the wall. "Please, Anakin, conduct a sweep."

       Anakin and Master Yuma searched the apartment, covering every wall, every window, every small space in which a droid could have breached the security shield around the building. Anakin felt his hands shaking as he searched, his eyes blurred over with his fear. To see something threaten your life, and to not be able to immediately attack it, to immediately dispose of the threat...it was infuriating. It was terrifying. He pushed these emotions away from him, trying to focus on the task at hand.

       "Here, Master," Anakin called from the corner of the living room. A small capsule lay on the floor, with one end that looked like a drill. The capsule lay open, and immobile.

       "Well, that explains how the pursuers got in," Master Yuma said quickly, picking up the capsule and examining it. "And look," she said, holding the small metallic case out to Anakin, "two slots. Two pursuers." They hurried back into the bedroom, where Obi-Wan was standing over you, talking quietly to you, trying to keep you calm and still.

       "We've found the casing," Master Yuma told Obi-Wan. "It looks like it drilled through the shield and perhaps the wall itself. But it is unlikely there is another pursuer." Master Yuma held the capsule out for Obi-Wan to inspect. He nodded. Anakin felt his body flood with relief.

       "Hold still, Y/N," Obi-Wan said quickly, before taking out his saber with a flash. It happened so fast, a normal person would have missed the small dart breaking apart and falling to the floor in pieces. All four Jedi, however, having excellent reflexes, watched as Obi-Wan's blue blade broke the poisonous dart. You breathed deeply, putting down your arms, the anxiety fading from your face.

       "Thank—" you started to say, but Anakin had already crossed the room, pulling you into a deep hug. He couldn't help himself. His relief washed through him, and he couldn't stop himself from folding his arms around you. Miraculously, you didn't pull away. Anakin was so much taller than you, he tucked his head over yours, putting a hand through the hair on the back of your head. Anakin felt as if he'd never truly breathed properly, before this moment. He felt freed of all bad feelings, all fear and insecurity. He felt at home. Finally, you pulled back from him, your face bright red in color. Anakin grinned shyly.

       "Everyone, meet Senator Grano," Obi-Wan said, watching Anakin with a hint of amusement. The senator, who still looked very afraid indeed, held up a small, polite hand.

       "We're very sorry for the intrusion, senator," Master Yuma said, stepping closer to you and putting an arm around your shoulders. Anakin was not the only one who was relieved you were okay.

       "That's quite all right, Master Jedi," the senator said with a shaky voice.

       "But who sent these pursuers? And why attempt an attack on Senator Grano?" Anakin asked, looking to you, searching your face for any sign that you might be feeling the way he did inside. He'd never hugged you before. The feeling lingered on his skin, in his whole self.

       "That is a question I have no answer for," Obi-Wan replied, stroking his beard, looking exhausted. "But certainly something we must discuss with the council."

As you walked with Anakin back toward Senator Farr's apartment, you worked hard to pull your Force presence back, folding it up neatly within yourself, keeping it hidden. Master Yuma and Master Obi-Wan had gone to speak with the council about this disturbing turn of events, and you and Anakin had been sent back into position, to stand guard over Senator Farr, as that had been your original assignment.

       "I wish you wouldn't do that," Anakin said softly, as you reached for the panel on the wall to let yourself in.

       "Do what?" you asked, confused, pulling open the door and entering the quiet apartment. Senator Farr was still asleep, you knew, in the next room, but the living room was illuminated in gold, the sunrise peeking out from behind the city and covering the balcony with its yellow glow.

       "Pull yourself back like that," Anakin explained, striding out onto the balcony, you following close behind. "In the Force."

       "Huh..." you said, still slightly confused, standing with Anakin on the balcony and watching the sun come up from the uneven Coruscanti horizon, buildings stretching high even in the distance. "I guess I hadn't realized you noticed."

       Anakin held onto the railing, looking out over the city. "It's just," he said, looking down at his hands, "I waited so long, to see you again, to feel your presence...I don't like it when it disappears."

       You didn't know what to say to this. You felt the ghost of the hug Anakin had given you earlier on your skin, felt a shiver run through you.

       "Cold again?" Anakin asked, and you nodded, though you were lying. It wasn't the cold that caused your body to shake. Anakin took off his own robe, wrapping it around you wordlessly. The gesture was sweet. The shaking continued. You felt Anakin's emotions swirling inside of him, as usual, but something felt different in him. Amidst the joy, the affection, the confidence, you felt the beginnings of a current that was unfamiliar to you. It was somehow submissive, somehow fearful, insecure...like reverence.

       "Y/N," Anakin began, "I—"

       The door to the apartment clicked open, and in a moment, you and Anakin had your lightsabers drawn, standing side by side, blue blades mixing with the yellow light of the morning. It took you only a moment to recognize the figure that now entered Senator Farr's dwelling.

       "Henry?" you asked, confused, clicking your saber off, and stowing it on your belt. You felt a darkness enter the Force currents beside you, and, additionally, felt Henry's emotions swelling with joy in the Force. The contrast between these Force impressions left you feeling a bit dizzy.

       "Hi, Y/N," Henry said kindly, walking out onto the balcony beside you and Anakin. "And hello again, Anakin," Henry said politely, though you thought you heard something else beneath his politeness. You frowned.

       "What...what are you doing here?" you asked, squinting as you took in the figure of your friend, a friend you had not seen in years.

       "The council has assigned more Jedi Knights, to protect the senate apartments," Henry explained, smiling at you. "Given the attempted assassination on Senator Grano. I hear thwarting that attempt was your doing," Henry continued, looking at you admiringly. "Impressive."

       "When you say Knights..." you said, the beginnings of a smile gracing your face. "Do you mean...?" Henry nodded, looking down, his smile holding his face hostage.

       "You passed your trials?" you squeaked, and you couldn't help yourself. You hugged him, your face pink. "That's wonderful, Henry, congratulations!" You stepped back. When you'd wrapped your arms around him, you'd felt something else enter Henry's presence, something new, something that made your breath stutter.

       "Congratulations, Henry," Anakin said beside you, his voice quiet, calm, and even. You felt his Force presence moving quickly from emotion to emotion, from anger, to fear, to longing, to hatred. It felt as if the usual storming had turned electric, lightning hitting every part of Anakin's insides, and yours. You looked between Henry and Anakin, holding your breath. This, you thought, might be a problem.

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Henry is back, y'all! AND THINGS GET DRAMATIC IN CHAPTER 13, out now!!!! Enjoy beautiful Skandar:

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"we are not who we used to be"

this is a teaser for part two of "frost" 🏹❄️

the introductory chapters are published on my wattpad account and the first official chapter will be up early next week!

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I Despise You (Part 7) - Edmund x Reader

Warnings: making out and kinda sad/soft

Characters: Edmund, Lucy, Peter and Susan Pevensie and (Y/N)

Setting: The Golden Age, Narnia

Blurb (???i think???): (requested by @alwaysinnarnia)The reader is a Swordswoman/Knight of Doorn and visits Narnia, soon getting off on the wrong hand with King Edmund. She stays in Narnia and they train together, and they become friends and maybe something more…

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“Checkmate.” Edmund smiled widely as he knocked off (Y/N)’s King.

She sat there in shock, open-mouthed at Edmund’s easiness to defeat her.

“But I was so close to winning, that’s not fair,” she complained. “You said you were going easy on me!”

Ed shrugged, and lay down onto (Y/N)’s bed as he stretched his arms. (Y/N) groaned and pushed Edmund to the side.

“Ed. Get up, I want a rematch.”

Edmund sighed, relaxing completely. He had his arms outstretched to her, only to be met with a pair of raised eyebrows. He sat up, his arms still waiting for her.

“(Y/N),” he whined, taking his hand in yours. “One hug.”

She huffed a strand of hair from her loose braid and Ed rolled his eyes.

“Fine-” he started, but as a smile grew on her face he continued, “-after one hug.”

(Y/N) grinned madly as she jumped into his arms and knocked him down, a groan and chuckle escaping the young King as the hug left them chest to chest, legs entangled.

Faces almost touching, and the air between them dancing with a fire that could light a thousand suns, the two knights exchanged smiles.

(Y/N) pressed a soft but sure kiss to his lips, and he responded quickly, wrapping his arms around her.

The night of the feast was something she could never forget. Though she had felt a dull thud in her head the morning after, barely recalling a solid memory, she remembered Edmund. His gentleness and passion, his hands on her skin, the way they had kissed, was unlike anything she had ever felt. She was alive in that moment.

(Y/N) broke the kiss, her nose brushing against Edmund’s. She took a hand to his hair and ruffled the curls, which left him grinning.

“Edmund. I’m hungry.” She smiled as Edmund closed his eyes, his head resting comfortably on her pillow.

“Shh,” he sighed softly. “Let me have this moment. Then we’ll find something to eat.”

She traced a hand over his cheekbones, connecting his freckles in her mind like a cluster of stars. His hand rested on her leg, rubbing it softly from time to time.

(Y/N) closed her eyes, pressing a soft kiss to Edmund’s nose. He opened an eye and gave her a grin that was enough to make her stomach twist and her heart pound faster.

She sat up, dragging Edmund’s hands along as she climbed out of the bed, which was met with a groan of protest from the King. (Y/N) chuckled and pulled him to sit up, which took more effort than she thought it would need.

Edmund rolled his head back, looking at the ceiling as his hands rested in his lap. “Let’s just stay here.”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, amused. “All day?”

He met her gaze, a playful glint in his eyes as he snaked an all around her waist to pull her between his legs. “That’s right.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and placed a hand on his chest. “You’re needy.”

Edmund pressed his lips softly to her jaw, tracing pecks down to her earlobe. She couldn’t help but lean her head back slightly and tangle a hand into his soft curls.

“Ed,” she said sternly when he slid his hands to her thighs.

“Shh,” he whispered against her throat. “Kiss me.”

She chuckled softly as he rested his hands underneath her thighs. Pulling back from stretching kisses along her collarbone, he met her halfway in a firm kiss. Matched in the moment when they inhaled deeply, (Y/N) climbed into his lap, her knees capturing either side of him. His hands drifted upwards, past the curves of her thighs and the dip of her back to leave one tangled in her now undone braid, and the other caressing the skin of her back.

(Y/N) heard her voice slipping into a whisper as she said his name against his lips. Her body was scorching with a fire she could not explain as Edmund’s lips began to roam, a fire she wanted to keep burning. She draped her arms around his shoulders as he flipped her onto the bed quickly, kissing her lips again.

(Y/N) thoughts drifted to the letters she needed to answer and the meetings that needed attending in a half hour, but when Edmund nipped the skin of her throat, a moan escaped her lips, and everything was forgotten.

“(Y/N),” Ed spoke quietly into her ear, soothing her into closing her eyes. “I-”

“EDMUND PEVENSIE!”

Both the king and (Y/N) jolted, knocking their foreheads together harshly. The bellow came from outside of the door and seemed to echo through the whole castle.

“Where do I go?” (Y/N) frantically whispered, cleaning up her hair.

“Nowhere, just sit in the armchair, act normal!” He whisper-yelled.

“You don’t think it’ll be suspicious that I’ve been spending all morning with you?!” She whispered furiously. “And what, playing chess?”

Edmund smirked. “Would you much rather do something else?”

She rolled her eyes. “Aside from hitting you?”

“EDMUND, OPEN THIS DOOR!” The person yelled, much closer to the door so that (Y/N) could now tell it was Peter.

(Y/N) pushed Edmund towards the entry and rolled underneath the bed, barely able to squeeze herself in. Her heart was in her throat as the door opened suddenly, and Edmund coughed unceremoniously.

“And you want...?” Edmund began, and (Y/N) saw his shoes moving away from the door. Another pair of leather boots followed and the High King’s voice erupted suddenly, making her gasp stupidly.

“YOU LEFT ELAINE ALONE THE WHOLE NIGHT YESTERDAY!” Peter exclaimed furiously. “DON’T THINK I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT IT IS YOU WERE DOING, AND TRUST ME, IT’S THE LAST TIME IT WILL HAPPEN!”

Uncomfortable silence followed, and (Y/N) swallowed her deep breaths and tried to calm the her heart which was now thrumming violently in her ears.

“I-” Edmund started, and all (Y/N) could think is that she had never heard him speechless.

“Ed,” Peter said cautiously, and in her mind she could already see the bright red blush on the young king’s cheeks. “(Y/N)...she is someone I deeply admire, but I can say that since she’s come here, you’ve become more...”

“Open?”

“Reckless, actually, was the word I was looking for.” Peter said tiredly. “The way you look at her...anybody can see that. You have to be careful. Duty to your country comes first. (Y/N) knows that, I know that, and so should you.”

(Y/N) nibbled at her thumb nervously, waiting for the dark haired King’s reply, only to find that there was none.

Peter continued quietly, “Do you love her?”

Silence.

“Ed-”

“She makes me forget it all,” Edmund said finally. “Everything. Every nightmare I’ve had, she’s there. Every time I’ve almost given up on myself, she’s there. There’s no one like her - not Elaine, not any of the highborn ladies who just want a husband to parade around.”

(Y/N) felt tears stinging her eyes as he said, “She makes me happy.”

Silence followed once more, and (Y/N) rested her forehead against her forearm, closing her eyes.

(Y/N) had never heard him vulnerable. Except for the moments of bliss they spent in each other’s arms, or their conversations about nothing in the middle of the night lurking in the kitchen, when his face was pale and body was trembling slightly.

She hadn’t asked him about what it was; but she could guess they were dreams. Nightmares.

Peter sighed, “Does she know?”

(Y/N) frowned as Edmund said immediately, “No, I can’t-”

“Why not?”

Silence.

“She’ll look at me differently. She’ll hate me. I can’t have that.”

“You love her, don’t you?”

(Y/N)’s heart began to beat faster, the word love sending a shiver down her spine.

Edmund paused before quietly saying, “But she isn’t here to stay.”

It hit her like a harsh slap to the face; she really wasn’t here to stay. She never could - not with her family on the brink of war. It made her feel like she had made an empty promise to Edmund; like she would always be by his side.

Peter seemed to struggle with finding the words as guilt still flooded through (Y/N). “You’re trying to make it work, Ed, I know you are. Even if it doesn’t, you should tell her.”

“That I love her or I’m the monster that everyone still thinks I am? Neither option sounds like I’d get a promising reply.”

(Y/N) felt everything sag inside of her, internally begging for Peter to leave the room so she could hold him and tell him everything was going to be okay.

After a while, Peter responded, “Tell her. You’d rather tell her yourself than her finding out through someone else, right?”

When Ed didn’t reply, Peter sighed and his feet turned away from him. The king shuffled slightly, moving to lean on the door frame as his brother left, closing the door quietly behind him.

(Y/N) took a moment to calm her racing mind and her heart that was settled in her throat as she rolled out from under the bed, smoothing her hair down before standing up.

Edmund was looking interestedly at the ground as (Y/N) wiped her palms along her tunic. She intertwined her fingers together as she approached him, the words stuck in her throat as he looked at her. His eyes were soft, sad; apologetic.

She reached out a hand to touch his freckled cheek, and as she did, he let his fingers brush her waist and pull her to his chest.

She wrapped an arm around his shoulders, letting the hand resting on his face drift to the back of his neck, combing his soft hair between her fingers. The silence held them together, an invisible thread that tugged her closer to his chest, that coerced her to let her head rest on his shoulder.

She swallowed quietly. “Are you okay?”

He breathed deeply against her, his heart beating steadily. “I don’t know.”

(Y/N) pulled away from him, both hands resting on his shoulders. She gave Edmund a sympathetic smile, her thoughts drifting to the conversation he had with Peter.

“You love her, don’t you?”

“Did you mean it?” She asked softly.

Edmund looked up at her with his dark eyes, a moment of silence that felt like forever passed between them before he placed a hand to her cheek. He leaned in and kissed her mouth softly, (Y/N) sighed at the sheer delicacy of his lips.

He pulled back, his breath fanning across her cheek. “I love you.”

(Y/N) inhaled sharply, her heart pounding against her chest. She pulled from his embrace far enough to look at him properly. His gaze sent a wave of warmth to wash over her, her hand drifting across his chest, stopping at where his heart was beating rapidly. She smiled at the thought of her making his heart race.

“I love you, too,” (Y/N) whispered, moving to press her forehead against his, but he pulled back quickly.

The dark-haired king stepped away, leaving (Y/N)’s hands to hover in the air, and suddenly the room turned slightly colder. She looked at him worryingly as he pushed a hand through his mess of hair.

“I’m lying to you,” he muttered, loud enough for her to hear.

She furrowed her eyebrows. “About what, Ed?”

He paused, tightening his hand into a fist before opening the door behind him and leaving the room. The sudden moment was baffling, and it took (Y/N) a moment of recollection before she stepped outside to follow him.

Sunlight spilled onto the tiled floor, encasing the castle’s hallways in a warm yellow light. The weather was beautiful outside, and there would’ve been a possibility of (Y/N) and Edmund going for a horse ride if there weren’t any prying eyes.

Edmund was already a couple of steps from her and from the way he walked, it didn’t look as though he were playing a game with her.

“Edmund,” she called out quietly, some steps almost like a skip to get closer to him. “Edmund, wait.”

Her voice must’ve flown past his ears as he sped up and turned right to swiftly move down the marble staircase. (Y/N) huffed as she turned the corner with him, her hand sliding across the glistening ebony rail as she raced down the stairs.

A few moments of chasing the king passed, and she found him passing through the doors of the grand library, the wooden doors carved with intricate details of fauns and dryads, and Aslan encircled by the Kings and Queens of Narnia.

She stepped through the doors, and she noticed how different the library looked in the day; mostly because she spent countless hours in here when night fell and the only lights she had were a candle and the moonlight.

“Edmund?”

(Y/N) heard rustling to her left and saw the King hunched over a book he had brought out. She moved closer, and she noticed the book’s incredible thickness.

It was titled A History of Narnia and (Y/N) began to chuckle. All this to look through something she’s already read?

“Ed, I’ve already-”

“The history books are lying to you,” he said quietly, looking ashamed of himself.

The young woman stood by Edmund’s side, flicking through to book aimlessly as she shook her head.

“I don’t get it,” she said delicately. “What are they not telling?”

Edmund pressed his hands against a table and lowered his head, his face hidden by his arms. It scared (Y/N) quite a bit since she never sees him vulnerable, it made her think of the times she caught him in the kitchens, drenched in sweat and looking as weak as ever.

She started towards him before he muttered something she couldn’t hear, but the tone of his voice echoed sorrow.

“Ed, what?” (Y/N) said, her heart in her throat.

“I betrayed my siblings,” he said, lifting up his head to look at her in the eyes. “When we first arrived to Narnia...I was in league with the White Witch.”

Silence flooded the room and (Y/N) couldn’t help but chuckle. “No, you weren’t. You fought against her, you took a knife to protect your brother from her. You were a hero.”

“Before that,” he said quietly, searching her eyes for something. “Before the battle, before I found my brother and sisters again-”

“You were captured by the White Witch,” (Y/N) said with an edge of anger in her voice. “You were taken to by her and she wanted to have you killed.”

“She never captured me. I went to her, all because I had promised her my family, all for a throne and some Turkish delight.”

(Y/N) rubbed her face in frustration, her heart crawling up to her throat. “What in Aslan’s name are you talking about? The history books say-”

Edmund dragged a hand through his hair before saying angrily, “Are you going to believe the books or me?”

(Y/N) stayed silent for a moment, looking at him with utter disbelief. “You. But it can’t be...I mean...”

“The proof, it’s all there,” said Edmund, pointing beyond the library doors. “It’s in the castle kitchens, when the fauns ignore the requests I give. The meetings, when the visitors dismiss my opinions. It’s with my siblings sometimes, even when they don’t mean it.”

(Y/N) looked helplessly at the dark-haired King, his eyes shimmering.

He continued, his ears tinged red. “The history books don’t say anything about it because my siblings wanted to protect me and the title Aslan gave me, but I’ve always known that I don’t deserve it - deep down I think what he did was out of pity.”

“Every night,” he said lowly, “I dream about it. Lucy dreams about Aslan. Peter and Susan dream about Narnia’s prosperity. And me?”

He scoffed lightly before continuing in a distant tone. “Nightmares. My siblings and Aslan would be slaughtered, and the White Witch would return - and I’d be by her side.”

(Y/N) tried to take it all in; the anger in his voice and the tears welling up in his eyes showed the swordswoman that his fears were far bigger than hers.

“I see her everywhere,” he whispered to her. “When I wake up, when I sleep. Sometimes I hear her voice telling me that everything was my fault and I-”

Edmund stopped abruptly, leaving his face to rest in his hands. He sucked in a deep breath and (Y/N) stepped towards him, her hand reaching to touch his shaking shoulder.

“Ed,” she said calmly, her mind still racing and trying to put all the pieces together. “You can’t possibly...your loyalty is here, it always will be. You can’t blame yourself for anything you did.”

She pulled the king into her arms, one hand resting in his hair, the other rubbing his shoulder, as his face was press against her neck. She felt hot tears leave his eyes and dampen her neck, and she looked to the intricate art of the library’s ceiling to keep her tears from falling.

She felt his chest rise and fall in sudden motions as he wrapped his arms around her, tucking himself further into her embrace.

(Y/N) loved him. She loved his heart, his laugh, his smile, his bravery. She loved the way he held her, the way he said her name.

A wave of heat flooded her chest, set her heart on fire. She kissed the top of his head, and let her tears fall into his hair.

She loved him.