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mags0142 · 5 months

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Nobody’s Son, Nobody’s Daughter

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

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

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

Please let me know what you think :) enjoy!

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

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

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

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

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

He felt himself a traitor of the highest degree.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#edmund pevensie #fanfic #the chronicles of narnia #edmund x reader #smut #major character death #lgbtqia #fandom #oc #narnia fanfiction #slow burn

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fartherupandfurtherin · 1 year

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Narnia Headcanons

- Edmund and Lucy were the only two to ever marry as king and queen of Narnia.

- Susan was married three times on earth. Her first marriage wasn't thought through and ended in amicable divorce after two years (they remained close friends throughout their lives), her second ended with her husband's death, and her third husband outlived her by three years. They were named Ned, Alexander, and Henry.

-Susan didn't remarry until nearly 10 years after Alexander's death (he was killed in a car accident). She had two children with him, Peter Edmund and Wren.

- meeting Henry was an unexpected but happy accident. She had twins with him: Christopher, and Charles.

- Peter Edmund took the most after Susan. Wren took after her uncle Edmund quite a bit though and liked to carry his picture around when she was little.

- Christopher was a lot like his late uncle Peter but Charles was like Lucy mixed with Eustace, which often led to interesting situations.

- Alexander was the only one Susan told about Narnia and he believed her immediately. His grandmother had been present when Jadis was in London and she was always convinced the witch was one of the fey, so it made sense to him.

- Edmund married Ariane the daughter of minor Archenland nobility. She is described by historians as, "tall, thin, and very plain with red hair and covered head to toe in freckles. Lady Ariane had a sharp tongue, was extremely stubborn, and argued as easy as she breathed. The king adored her."

- Ariane wasn't able to have children. She and Edmund unofficially adopted Aravis, who wasn't really sure what to make of the two at first.

- Lucy married the son of the governor of the Lone Islands, a man called Soren. He was described as being dark haired and quiet. He was exceptionally gentle and he and Lucy grew to love each other deeply.

- Lucy had one daughter named Una, who was later called Princess of the Ruins by rude Telemarene scholars. Narnians called her Queen Una the Wise.

- Soren died after a long illness, shortly before the Telmarens took over. Una fled to Archenland and lived in Exile there with her aunt Ariane.

- Ariane never got over Edmund's disappearance and often wandered around the countryside looking for Aslan, so he could bring her husband back. She died of old age surrounded by her niece, adopted daughter, and grandchildren.

#narnia #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #narnia headcanons #narnia oc

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lizzierhys · 3 months

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#narnia #prince caspian #oc art #original character #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie #edmund pevensie #aslan #the chronicles of narnia

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penguinwriter24 · 9 months

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Chapter 17 : Marry Me? [ EN ]

TW : a little angst at the beginning but mainly fluff.

A/N : There you go, the story of Edmund Pevensie and Dahlia ends after seventeen weeks...

Thank you to everyone who took the time to read this short FanFiction. Don't hesitate to tell me what you think of it either in the comments or on my DM or on my Instagram account (irishlassiewattpad).

Hoping to see you again for the next adventure!

Annstas Peidith.

Edmund

A few years later

Edmund got off his horse, he tied it not far from the house and then he walked towards the door. His hands started shaking, he took several deep breaths to try to calm himself down. He had led several battalions in war and he had never backed down from a fight, he had rarely felt fear, but there he was terrified. His future depended on this interview.

Edmund made sure his outfit did not have any unwanted wrinkles, he ran his hand through his hair to make sure his hairstyle was proper before knocking on the door of the cottage. He has to wait two minutes before the mistress of the house opens the door for him.

“Good morning, your Majesty.”

“Good morning to you, too. Can I come in?”

“Oh, yes, of course!”

The hostess stepped aside to let Edmund pass. She closed the door behind him and led him into the living room.

“Do you want me to bring you a cup of tea, your Majesty?”

“Gladly, thank you” Edmund smiled at her kindly.

Edmund watched the mistress of the house running in all directions to try to order the house a little, she had not expected to receive a visit and even less the one of the King of Narnia. He smiled to himself, she reminded him so much of his own mother, she was also disturbed when she received unexpected visitors.

Finally, the hostess put the cup of tea down in front of Edmund.

“My husband should be arriving soon.” she announced.

She knew very well why Edmund was there. He had been coming to visit her and her husband for almost a year now and he always came for the same thing.Secretly, it saddened her to see him like this, she knew why he was there and she also knew that he would leave with the same answer as always.

While waiting for the husband to return, Edmund sipped his tea while helping to tidy up the house a bit. No matter how much she said she could manage on her own, Edmund was not listening to her. It also had to be said that while he was occupying his mind, he was not thinking about the fact that Dahlia's father was once again going to refuse that he marry her.

The first time he had refused, he had said that the way he dressed was not worthy of a man of his rank. The second time, it had been his hairstyle that was the problem. The third - and so far it was the only one that had made sense to Edmund - he had refused because he did not want Dahlia to end up like all the previous Queens (sad, unhappy and abandoned ). The fourth time — and Edmund had nearly choked on his sip of tea when he heard it — Dahlia's father had said no because he saw no point in giving his blessing for the marriage knowing that at the first opportunity, Edmund would take a mistress and end up having Dahlia exiled. And, the fifth time, the excuse for the refusal had been the fact that the Pevensies tended to disappear and he did not want that for his daughter.

Edmund understood some of the reasons given by Dahlia's father, but Edmund was frustrated that he did not want to give him a chance. Not once had Edmund given him a valid reason to doubt him and his love for Dahlia. Everyone saw it and for the people it was really only a matter of time before they got married and started a family of their own. Besides, for some Narnians, it was shocking to find that Dahlia still did not have a ring on her ring finger.

Dahlia's father entered the cottage, he heard Edmund's voice before he saw him and he sighed.

“Will you never let go?”

Dahlia's father had never really addresed him formally, and it had never bothered Edmund, either.

“No, Sir. I will not let it go.”

“Don't you think it's time to stop interfering with their happiness?”

Dahlia's mother pleaded on her behalf. If it were up to her, Edmund and Dahlia would have been married a long time ago.

“No! He will not marry our daughter!”

Edmund decided enough was enough. He had been patient and accommodating enough. He had taken all the harsh and hurtful words that Dahlia's father had thrown in his face without ever flinching, he had always nodded before leaving as he had arrived. But not this time. This time he would leave Dahlia's parents' house with a positive response.

“With all due respect, sir, I must inform you of one thing.”

“What is it, boy?”

Edmund stood up and faced Dahlia's father, holding her gaze, he would not let Dahlia’s father intimidate him.

“Whether you agree or not I will marry her. I checked, no law forces me to have your agreement to put a ring on her finger, I just do it because it is important for your daughter and I would do anything for her. So either you give me your blessing and you will be invited to the wedding, or I decide to abuse my power and override your advice to marry her without you by her side for the most important day of her life. It's up to you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” affirmed wrongly Dahlia’s father.

“Try me.”

The two men looked each other straight in the eye. Dahlia's father wanted to see if Edmund was serious, he wanted to see if he found any sincerity in the young King's eyes and that's exactly what he found there. In addition to determination. Whatever happened, when Edmund left this house, he would propose, whether Dahlia's father liked it or not, that was no longer his problem.

Behind Edmund, there was Dahlia's mother who was begging her husband to accept Edmund's proposal. Poor thing did not want to miss such an event in her daughter's life, they already had missed enough in her life without having to add that too to the list.

“Very well! But at the first sign of misfortune or sadness, I come to pick up my baby.”

“She stopped being a baby a long time ago, but I agree with your terms.”

The two men shook hands to seal the deal. Edmund finished his cup of tea before going over to Dahlia's mother, he took her hand in his before bowing slightly in front of her and kissing her hand, she still wasn't used to receiving such a gesture of respect.

“I’m looking forward to seeing you again, my Lady.”

Then he left. He remounted his horse before returning to Cair Paravel. Now that he had the agreement of Dahlia's father, he had to come up with a plan. He had to go to the blacksmith to make him the most beautiful of rings; then he had to decide where he would propose to her. And, he had to think of a plan B in case Dahlia refused — he doubted it, but the possibility couldn't be ruled out — he wanted to be prepared for all eventualities.

It had taken the blacksmith three days to make the perfect ring, Edmund had gone to get it in person, a purse filled with silver coins, it was well worth the price Edmund was going to pay. He admired it for long seconds, it was thin, the front of the ring looked like two flower stems that twisted with each other and some precious stones were scattered on the two fragments of the ring. Edmund gave the leather purse to the blacksmith, whose eyes wided at the amount of money the King had just given him.

“Thank you so much.” thanked Edmund for the job well done.

“Thank you, your Majesty.”

Edmund left the forge with the jewel which he put away in the satchel attached to the saddle of his horse. He got back on horseback and returned to the Palace. He put the ring away in a safe place.

Edmund went to see Glenstorm who had become his general, he sometimes even assumed the role of ambassador when Edmund could not go to an area of Narnia because he was already taken elsewhere.

“Glenstorm I need you to do me a favor.”

“Yes, your Majesty?”

“Tomorrow I have to leave, can you attend the various meetings in my place and train the new soldiers of the Royal Guard?3

“I can, yes.”

“Thank you.”

Edmund sighed in relief. He then went to Dahlia's quarters.

“Edmund!” squealed Dahlia.

Dahlia hurried over to him and kissed him tenderly on the cheek. Before she could ask him what he was doing there, Edmund spoke up.

“Tomorrow, you and I, we will spend the day together. In the morning, we will go for a horseback ride. At noon we will picnic near this waterfall that you find so beautiful and in the afternoon, we will pick some of the pretty flowers that adorn the field near the waterfall.”

“Oh, and in what honor?”

“DO I need a particular reason to treat you like the Queen you are ?”

“I guess no.”

Dahlia blushed whenever Edmund used the term “Queen” to refer to her; if it were up to him, he would use this little word from morning until night if he was not afraid that it would lose all meaning after a while. And, he wanted the day it became real, the word would keep its special meaning.

“Be ready to go at the first light of day, sweet.”

“Promise.”

“Oh and put your prettiest dress on, tomorrow.” he winked at her before he left the room.

The next day could not have come sooner; Edmund had not been able to sleep a wink all night, he had been far too nervous to sleep.

Instead of a horseback ride, Edmund and Dahlia had walked quietly beside their respective horses. So it had taken them longer than expected to reach the waterfall, but that had not been a problem, it was always more time spent together, they did not know when the next time they could pass would be. so much time alone with each other. Every moment spent alone together was to be cherished and was truly a miracle.

“So, are you going to tell me why we’re here? You’re trying again to break up with me, right?”

“No! No! I promise.”

Edmund avoided the question as much as possible, but Dahlia was the stubborn type, she was not going to give up so soon. She kept trying to pull the worms out of him.

“You know, it’s really hard to surprise you? You litteraly destroy what I planned.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It doesn’t matter. I suppose it’s no longer worth the wait, is it?”

It was a rhetorical question but Dahlia muttered a slight "yes" anyway. Edmund got up and fetched the ring he had slipped into the saddlebag that was still attached to the saddle. He took a deep breath before turning to go back to Dahlia.

“Every moment pulls me away from you, lovely friend, and every moment I find less strength to bear being away from you. You are the perpetual object of my thought; my imagination is exhausted looking for what you do...I haven't spent a day without loving you; I haven't had a cup of tea without cursing the glory and ambition that keep me away from the soul of my life. In the midst of business, at the head of the troops, traveling through the camps, my adorable Dahlia is alone in my heart, occupies my mind, absorbs my thoughts. My soul is sad; my heart is a slave, and my imagination frightens me…”

Edmund presented her with the engagement ring while looking her straight in the eyes.

“I offer it to you as a token of my love, I want to spend eternity with you, by your side. Will you marry me?

THE END.

#king edmund the just #edmund pevensie #narnia #fanfic #prince caspian #oc!fem!character #one last time

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starlitnights29 · 1 year

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EDMUND PEVENSIE SMUT(PART 2)

WARNINGS - SMUT , 18+ , EDMUND X OC

CHECK OUT THE FIRST PART OF THIS FANFIC

THE SECRET ESCAPADE(Part 2)

IRENE POV :--

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

I STOOD IN FRONT OF MY BED CHAMBER.

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

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

HE SHOT UP A LOOK AT ME.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“GOOD NIGHT PETER”

“GOOD NIGHT IRENE”

NEXT MORNING:-

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

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

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

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

HE LOOKED AT ME AND SMILED “GOOD MORNING LOVE”

“GOOD MORNING ED. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

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

“I’M GONNA GO TAKE A BATH AS WELL”

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

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

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

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

I TURN AROUND AND LEAVE HIS CHAMBERS.

I COME BACK TO MY CHAMBER.

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

MERE MINUTES LATER EDMUND WAS HERE.

HE CAME TO ME FROM BEHIND AND HUGGED ME.

“READY FOR THE BATH MILADY?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

HE DIPS HIS FINGERS INSIDE ME.

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

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

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

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

I FEEL MY RELEASE COMING CLOSE.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“SHIT” EDMUND WHISPERED.

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

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

“YEAH..I’LL BE OUR SOON”I SAY

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

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

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

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

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

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

SHIT.

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

FUCK I’M CLOSE

“ARE YOU SURE?”PETER ASKED CONCERNED

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

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

“OKAY THEN, SEE YOU SOON” PETER SAID

“MHMM--”

I HEAR THE DOOR CLOSE ASSURING PETER HAS LEFT.

FUCK. I’M ABOUT TO COME

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

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

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

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

“I THOUGHT IT WAS WILD AND ADVENTUROUS” HE LAUGHED

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

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

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

“OKAY MAAM..” HE LAUGHED

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

HE PUT ON HIS BATHROBE AND LEFT THE ROOM.

#edmund+pevensie+smut #edmund pevensie smut #smut #smut fanfiction #fanfiction #the chronicles of narnia #narnia #edmund pevensie #EDMUND PEVENSIE X OC #18+ fanfic #mature fanfiction

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ericityyy · 4 months

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𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 // 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

➻ 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙀𝙙𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙋𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚

none

➻ 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙣

none

𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 (characters can still be added)

#the chronicles of narnia #tcon #edmund pevensie #edmund #king edmund #prince caspian #king caspian #pevensies #x reader #x oc #x original character #original character #imagines

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sageofnarnia · 5 months

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We Might Need You

word count: 890

genre: angst, but not intense like most angst (it’s hard to explain)

warnings: none

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Cair Paravel had been awfully quiet in the four days since Peter and Edmund had left to check up on the rumors of a Northern Witch plotting against Narnia. Sage had spent most of her time with Susan and Lucy, and while she immensely enjoyed the time with the other girls, she couldn’t help wondering about how the boys were faring. True, they were kings and had already faced goodness knew what, but neither of them had yet reached adulthood.

Sage didn’t want to think about what might happen if either of them misjudged a situation even the slightest bit.

Currently, the three girls were playing a game Lucy had thought up where one of them would pick a quote, recite or read it, and the other two would try to guess who said or wrote it.

Susan had just selected her quote when all of them felt a presence in the doorway. Sage looked up to see the two boys standing there, but they didn’t look like boys. The High King’s face was graver than she’d ever seen it, and Edmund had an expression in his eyes that spoke of horrors unimaginable.

“It’s time we held a Pevensie Council.”

Susan and Lucy exchanged concerned glances at the High King’s words. Lucy spoke first. “Excuse us, Sage-” she began, rising from her seat, but Peter cut her off.

“We’re staying here, Lu.”

Feeling that it was long past her departure time, Sage rose to leave the room, but a look from Peter stopped her.

“I think you ought to stay, Sage,” he said, and there was something in his tone that Sage didn’t like. “We may need you, and it’s best if you know everything beforehand.”

Nervous, Sage sat back down, and the two kings took their seats. Peter started the meeting.

“The rumors of a witch up in the North are true,” he said. “Coming back, we clashed with a segment of her army that was going up to meet her.”

“And she’s definitely plotting against Narnia?” Susan asked.

Peter nodded. “We have two options: meet her in battle until one side either surrenders or defeats the other, or-” here he paused and took a breath. “Or, we send one person to meet her in one-on-one combat.”

“Well, the answer is obvious, isn’t it?” Lucy asked. “We battle her with an army.”

“Well, you see, it’s not really that simple,” Edmund spoke up. “We’d not have won against the White Witch had it not been for Aslan showing up with reinforcements.”

“Well, as I recall, the last time one of us tried direct combat with a witch, he almost got turned to stone,” Susan says pointedly at Peter.

“That was two and a half years ago-” Peter starts to defend himself, but Lucy interrupts.

“The logical thing to do is start with an army. And then we make a decision from there.”

“Logic flew out the window the minute a witch came into the picture,” Peter says. “And… if you will hear me out and not shoot me down the second I say this, I’ve got an idea.”

“Depends on the idea,” Susan says, but she nods at Peter to continue.

Peter looked over at Sage, who had, up till then, been silently watching the exchange. “I think Sage might be the answer to defeating the witch.”

For a split second, shocked silence settled over the room. Then Susan burst out, “You can’t be serious-!”

“And why wouldn’t I be?” returned Peter a bit testily. “Ed has been training her in swordsmanship, and I know for a fact you girls have been educating her in other ways. Plus, you may not believe me, but did you ever notice that her birthmark resembles Aslan?”

All eyes turned to Sage, who squirmed uncomfortably under the scrutiny. At last Susan spoke, in a rather choked voice. “And you think-”

“I’m not sure what I think just yet,” Peter said. “All I’m sure of it-”

“You think I’m the one who’s supposed to face the witch.” Sage didn’t realize she’d begun to speak until the words had already left her lips.

“I didn’t say that exactly-” Peter began, but Sage interrupted, forgetting for a moment that interrupting the High King is not exactly proper etiquette.

“But you’re thinking it. Somewhere, deep down, you can’t say that the thought never crossed your mind.”

Peter looked steadily at her. “It’s your choice to make. If you choose to do this, we will do our best to prepare you-”

“I have the chance to do more than run from my parents, and help Narnia at the same time,” Sage said, her voice rising a little. “My answer is yes. My question is why me?”

“That would be a question for Aslan,” Peter replied, a hint of a smile twitching his lips.

“So it’s settled,” Susan said before Sage could ask who in the world Aslan was. “Peter, what should we do first?”

“You and Lucy get with Mr. Tumnus and start preparing supplies and gathering an army,” Peter said. “Meanwhile, Ed and I are going to take Sage outside and work on her combat skills.”

Why not just Edmund, like normal? thought Sage a little nervously, following the two kings out to the corridor. Doesn’t Peter know I still lose to Edmund more than I win?

#Sage of Narnia #narnia oc #narnia fanfiction #narnia #peter pevensie #edmund pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie

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raging-violets · 6 months

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

OTP Prompts: Protectiveness | Ask Box

Narnia: Prompt | Excuses, Excuses | Edmund x Issi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#witchofinterest #answered ask #ask #prompt #chronicles of narnia #narnia #edmund pevensie #oc: issi winters #edmund x issi #edmund x oc #authored by: rhuben #by: rhuben

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multifandomgirl12 · 18 days

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

Discord: .fandomfreak the period is important

#oc x cc rp #discord rp #semi literate rp #narnia #edmund pevensie #peter pevensie #prince caspian #narnia rp #double up rp

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iliumheightnights · 8 months

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What was going through Maxwell's head when he first saw Edmund outside of Narnia and realized they're the missing royalty? Was he the first to confess his feelings, or did Edmund beat him to the punch?

You see, Maxwell already knew Edmund before he went to Narnia the first time. They had been school friends. Best friends.

By the time of Maxwell's first visit to Narnia, the names of the Pevensies had been lost to time. Yes, they remembered there had been four kings and queens, but couldn't remember their names.

It wasn't until Maxwell and the Pevensies had been brought back to Narnia together during the Telmarine Invasion did he discover the truth. It was when he saw the four of them standing before the ruined thrones did it actually hit him. He was friends with THE kings and queens of old. "Shit."

As for who confessed their feelings first? It was kind of a mix really. Both of them danced around their feelings for each other, but it was pretty obvious they cared. The glances, the gentle sneaky touches, always pairing up. They were not subtle.

Officially it was Maxwell. After the whole attack on Miraz' Castle. Max didn't go and urged everyone not to follow through. He was so angry when they left anyway and the loss after. It was when he was healing Edmund did he really confess. "I was so angry with you. Angry at myself. When I didn't see you in the line of people coming back. I thought I lost you."

"You'll never lose me."

"You say that now but one day you'll play hero a little TOO much and..." He sighed. "I just didn't want to lose you to a stupid decision made by your brother."

That made Edmund laugh.

#narnia #edmund pevensie #oc #maxwell griffin #oc maxwell griffin #narnia oc

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heresthefanfiction · 1 year

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Announcing...

South

"Some truths take our breath away" -South by Sleeping at Last

A Chronicles of Narnia Fanfiction

Prologue / Chp1 / Chp2 / Chp3 / Chp4 / TBC

Tagging:

@merilles @wordspin-shares @arrthurpendragon @untestedtheory @elecktrum @azureamlug

#south #chronicles of narnia fanfic #chronicles of narnia #narnia #narnia fanfic #edmund pevensie #oc #edmund pevensie/oc #wow look it's another one!#are we surprised?#no we are not

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mags0142 · 10 days

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Nobody’s Son, Nobody’s Daughter

Part V

Hello my loves, here’s the fifth part of my little fem reader x edmund fanfic.

I hope you’ll enjoy!!

Word coun: slightly above 3,6k

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After his pleasing bath Edmund eventually went to bed and tried to push away any remaining thoughts of their visitor. And soon enough he fell asleep, much easier than usual these days.

Althea on the other hand was distraught, hurt, furious. Not only was this Y/N genuinely useful for their investigation, Edmund, his Edmund was starting to fancy her,

However, Althea had to stop himself from continuing further with these thoughts. After all, he knew very well that Edmund was not attracted to men. Even if he wanted to, and knowing Edmund's kind heart he would if he knew, he could not love Althea the way he wanted to be loved.

The King was grateful that he had gotten a good night's rest for the first time since the death of his siblings. In a way however it made him feel guilty. This felt like he was beginning to move on and it felt wrong to do so. It had only been a couple of months at this point.

When the message had reached him he thought the pain would never subside and in a way he was happy about that. Edmund felt responsible for their death, he thought it to be a just punishment to be carrying the hurt until the day he died himself. It was only right, especially because the hurt was supposed to weigh as much as the love he felt for them, infinite. He didn't want the hurt to end because it was a reminder of the love he still felt for Peter, Susan and Lucy. He feared that if the pain was subsiding so would the love, the memories and everything else. Edmund was now the only person in the entire world to know about England, their homeland, their upbringing, their mother and their father. He felt left alone with all this knowledge of a past life that had been wiped from all the records. He felt lost, like a child in a busy market whose parents had wandered off, who was surrounded by tall, scary lookong adults who walked past him.

He stood up and went over to his dresser, pulling out the flashlight he had brought with him to Narnia. The batteries had died ages ago but to him it was still a reminder of the lives they used to live. Of technology, development, the war and their world, their home.

With his siblings' death died not only his family but also his entire past. Edmund loved Narnia and he was proud to rule over this wonderful land, however he did miss England sometimes. He missed the friends he had back there, the convenience of technology, trains and flushing toilets. Susan had tried to introduce the Narnians to the concept of plumbing and trains but they had no interest in learning about all that. Sometimes this all felt like a very strange dream. He didn't admit it to anybody but ever since they had passed Edmund wondered if the wardrobe they first stepped through was still somewhere out there. He wondered if death travelled between worlds or if his siblings would still be alive and well somewhere in England.

In times like these he mostly missed his father. When Edmund was still a boy his father could help him navigate the difficult moments, he would take his hands and lead the way, hug him tightly and give him courage and some good advice. But now Edmund was alone, he felt utterly alone in the universe and he was grieving not only their lives but also his own. Aside from the difficult task of suddenly ruling over an entire kingdom on his own he now also felt responsible to keep their memories alive. No one who was here with him had known him as a child, no one knew even just his parent's names. Despite being so well liked and established in Narnia he couldn't help but feel like a stranger. Like a tumor which had developed here and needed to be killed off. As if he didn't belong here. Narnia was never meant to be left to one single ruler. Their entire rise to power was based on the circumstance of them being siblings. It was rooted in their deep understanding of each other and the ways in which they complemented each other. Being alone felt wrong, it felt lonely. Edmund was torn between embarking on a desperate search for them or staying here to hold down the ship, praying that this was all just a huge misunderstanding and he would hear their voices coming up the stairs in their old house in England one more time.

Without realising Edmund had sunk to the ground and had begun silently sobbing. He clutched the flashlight to his chest struggling to breathe.

"Your Majesty!" Y/N exclaimed as she arrived at his door. The King looked at her as if he had seen all the horrors of the world. "I apologise your Highness, yesterday at the dinner you asked to meet me early this morning to continue our work- I apologise I-" she tried to explain but quickly stopped because the King began calling for something, someone unknown to Y/N through his tears "Dad, dad please ... please come... help me .. dad.." Y/N made a decision then which she knew to be risky but proceeded with anyway. She rushed over to where Edmund lay on the floor and scooped him up, resting his upper body against hers and gently stroking his hair while her other arm held him tight. "It's okay Your Majesty, you are not alone, you are safe, let it out, let it all out." she whispered reassuringly as she held him tightly. She pressed his ear to her chest, hoping the steady sound of her heartbeat would ground him a bit. She sat with him for a long time, holding him as he worked through his tears and called names of people unknown to Y/N. She did her best trying to comfort him and guide him through his pain. It dawned on her that he was not aware who she was at the moment. She felt this anonymity gave her a certain freedom. "Your Majesty, it is all good, you will be fine, I am here ... Edmund, listen to me, I am here. Edmund." his name rolled easily off her tongue. It was foreign to her native language, or any language she knew for that matter but it was a name she liked, it was peculiar but fitted this unique man in her opinion. "Edmund, try to breathe, Edmund." At the sound of his name Edmund slowly calmed down. His feelings hadn't stopped but he was exhausted and he suddenly felt as if the situation had improved somehow. He came to his senses and his vision cleared up. When he realised where he was, in the state he was, with who he was, his eyes widened in shock and embarrassment. "Miss Y/N I am deeply sorry I - I do not know what - I" Y/N felt equally embarrassed and could barely hold back the blush which filled her cheeks "No no no I am sorry Ed- Your Highness. I am sorry if I crossed a line, I never meant to intrude on your privacy like this. You were so very distraught and I was concerned for your safety, I am endlessly sorry." Edmund took a few deep breaths "don't be .. I .. I must admit I lost my composure there and I do appreciate you.. taking care of me."

The two remained this close for quite a while, perhaps longer than necessary. It felt nice to be held like this and even Y/N, through all her efforts to remain professional, had to admit that being this close to such a remarkable man made her feel a bit giddy.

Eventually however, Edmund got up "Y/N, please, after this endeavour, would you please join me for breakfast." he offered and put on a charming smile, extending an elbow to her. Y/N gave him a polite smile and grabbed his elbow "I would be happy to, Your Highness"

Edmund led the two down to the dining hall where a lavish breakfast was already waiting for them.

This time the words came more easily to him. Edmund felt that this involuntary display of vulnerability broke some sort of ice between them and he found himself rather comfortable around Y/N, happy almost.

Althea watched Edmund's sudden change in behaviour and couldn't help but be slightly disappointed. To him it looked like Edmund was trying to seduce her after his newfound pleasure from last night. As if he was simply trying to get her to sleep with him, jeopardising their entire work as a professional team.

After the breakfast Althea practically scolded Edmund "Edmund, please, I understand that you are yearning for.. intimacy , but please satisfy this desire by calling on one of the mistresses, not by serenading our most useful resource in this investigation."

"Excuse me Althea, what in Merlin's name is making you say that!"

"Do you think I don't notice the way you look at Y/N, the way you talk to her. I understand that she is an attractive young woman but don't lose sight of what is important. She is not your toy to play with !"

"Althea! Stop this at once, you know very well I respect women far too much to ever view them as a toy! And I have no intimate intentions with Y/N. I enjoy her company. That is true, I find her to be intelligent, well-educated, pleasant to work with and caring. Yes, she is attractive but we both know I am not one to go around seducing women."

"Caring? ... Whatever, please keep in mind that she is here only for this investigation. She is an employee of the royal court of the Yuvak, even if you two enjoy each other's company her stay here is limited."

Their conversation did lead Edmund to questioning his behaviour towards Y/N. He understood that exploring these feelings was not only dangerous but also in vain, because she was not his to keep.

The following weeks were filled with work and a close collaboration with the Yuvak people. Thanks to Y/N's help a good relationship was established between the two kingdoms and they combined their forces to work against the mysterious men threatening the stability of monarchies. Edmund's excellent military leader skills came in handy and he was able to contribute to the safety measures taken.

Edmund felt like they were making serious progress even though the end of this struggle was still far away. During all this time he tried his best to keep a respectable distance between him and Y/N.

He tried to satisfy his desires and distract himself with other women but his mind always wandered to her no matter who he was with.

Slowly summer was starting to spread its warmth and brightness. This meant their annual Summer's Night ball was approaching. Y/N had heard of it. The two sisters had started this tradition to celebrate the start of the new season, and secretly to find a match for their oldest brother and perhaps themselves. The ball started the official season in the capital and families from all over Narnie came to try and find matches for their children.

"I will bring the seamstress to your room to get you fitted for a dress." Ruth explained cheerfully. "I'm sorry, Ruth please, my current wardrobe is more than satisfying. I do not need a new dress." Y/N tried to shake it off. "But Miss of course you do, attending the Summer's Night ball without a proper dress would be wildly inappropriate."

"The ball? I had no idea I would be attending Ruth, I have not received an invitation." "Yet," added Ruth "You must know, we, the servants, we talk to each other and King Edmund's messenger boy just so happened to catch your name on one of the invitations. Your invitation has been sent out, it just hasn't arrived yet."

"Oh ... in that case I must apologise, you were right then."

While Ruth rushed away to get the seamstress Y/N couldn't help but smile to herself, being invited to a ball by a proper King was certainly exciting and being able to wear a beautiful gown made her even more giddy.

The dress turned out beautiful. It was a proper ball gown and combined with the jewellery she was allowed to borrow for the night Y/N felt like a princess.

Once the ball had started Althea came to her chamber to collect her "Y/N, soon the King will arrive, we should head down."

He had a rather complicated relationship with Y/N, while he did appreciate her help he felt hurt that she got all this attention from Edmund without even trying. However, he also had to face the fact that ultimately this was not her fault. As much as he wanted to blame her he knew better than anybody else that one's feelings were not always obedient.

The ball was breathtakingly beautiful. The decorations, the music, the food, the people, everything was perfect. Y/N's diplomatic heart was filled with joy as she was able to exchange with people from all over Narnia and even beyond that. She enjoyed meeting so many new people and as the night grew darker she became more energetic, dancing with many people, except for one.

The King was dressed in a suit which fit like a second skin, making him look exactly the right amount sophisticated and sexy at the same time. His dark hair was flowing perfectly in the warm breeze of the night and the handsome smile he put on was intoxicating. His face was clean shaven to show off his perfectly chiselled jawline. His broad shoulders were nicely framed by his jacket and the rings he wore highlighted his strong, veiny hands.

Y/N felt a strange fuzzy feeling in her lower abdomen when he entered the hall. With him being the only monarch of Narnia, and unmarried, many royal women made an attempt to get closer to him. Mothers and fathers, eager to marry off their daughters to the best possible man, were flocking around him like vultures surrounding a carcass. He entertained some of them out of politeness but he knew he wasn't interested in any of them. He only had eyes for one woman, who was currently spinning over the dance floor in a dress more beautiful than all the stars in the sky combined. When he looked at her he could no longer resist the feeling of desire that overcame him. He was so full of her he could barely eat that night. The fabric flowed in a way that made it look like she was floating and the colour perfectly matched her skin colour. He recognised the jewellery she was wearing, the sparkling diamonds were part of the royal collection. These pieces didn't initially belong to the Pevensies, they had been passed down from past monarchs. He was so caught up in the way she looked he didn't even wonder who gave her the permission to wear them.

When she eventually left the crowd of people to catch some fresh air the King sneakily followed her.

He found her on the balcony of the grand library, leaning against the railing, looking out into the summer night. She looked so happy, so beautiful so much like Y/N the man couldn't help but approach her. It was as if his mind and reason had given over the control of his body to some primal urge which he had tried to bury unsuccessfully and which was now breaking out of him like the eruption of a volcano.

"Y/N!" he called and she just managed to turn to face him when he cupped her face and pressed his mouth onto hers before she could protest. Perhaps it was the alcohol she had consumed but Y/N saw no issue in leaning into the kiss. She gently pressed her hands on his chest and this time it was her turn to feel his heartbeat. Only he wasn't calm, his heart was beating rapidly and it matched the eagerness of his kiss. She couldn't help but smile. "Your Highness I-" "Please" Edmund panted "call me Edmund, at least for now, at least for tonight."

"Edmund, I .. I don't know what to say." "Don't worry Y/N I already know everything I need for tonight" he whispered and grabbed her waist, kissing her roughly as he carried her to one of the tables and setting her down. It was as if they had given up control to their hidden desires. In the privacy of the darkness with the crowd only being a background noise the two finally let loose. They finally gave in to all the attraction they had been feeling and denying themselves for weeks. If it weren't for the clothing between them their bodies they would have devoured each other whole. Y/N felt how strong and muscular Edmund really was. She let her hands travel over his broad shoulders and down his chest until she could feel his defined abs underneath his shirt. It was intoxicating to be pinned down by such an attractive man. After all, Edmund was head of the royal army, he was the best soldier they had of course he was incredibly fit.

Y/N considered herself a well off woman, she enjoyed the pleasures of education and employment, in many ways she saw herself as equal to most men she encountered. But there was something so arousing about the clear dominance Edmund had right now. The way he was leading the kiss, holding her body in place and shielding her from their surroundings so that all her senses were consumed with Edmund, Edmund, Edmund.

Her mind was blank, all she could feel was the wetness between her legs and subsequently the hardness growing between his. Y/N rarely engaged in intimate activities, it was a side effect of her profession that she had to maintain a certain distance between herself and almost anybody else. But she was more than happy to leave that behind for tonight as she let her hand travel down Edmund's body and into his trousers. When she finally grasped his aching cock Edmund let out a strained moan "Oh fuck Y/N, you have no idea how much I have wanted this, how much I have wanted you, needed you." Y/N ceased the moment of weakness and switched their position. With Edmund being pressed up against the edge of the table she slowly sunk to her knees while opening his trousers. She looked up at Edmund and met his desperate eyes, screaming for relief, panting as he gripped the table. She looked deeply into these dark eyes and she knew right then and there that not even a guillotine could take away the head she was about to give to this man.

With that she dived in, she engulfed his penis and began to suck on it like a starving woman devouring her meal. She used her hands to work over the length she couldn't cover with her mouth. The girth and length of his cock was intoxicating and she found herself enjoying the sensation of her lips being stretched open. She put in all the effort and Edmund's delicious moans and grunts made it more than worth it to her. "Bloddy hell Y/N for fuck's sake keep going- please- I - argh" Edmund struggled to speak, his voice sounded raspy and he seemed out of breath, so instead he grabbed her hair and guided her head up and down his cock. Y/N happily gave it her all and relaxed her throat to take in more of him. She swirled her tongue around his tip as she sucked. Edmund gripped the table so hard he almost broke off a chunk. Y/N blinked away the tears forming in her eyes and looked up at him with the most innocent look she could put on and Edmund almost went feral in that moment. All the feelings he had ignored, the yearning for her touch, it was all catching up to him at lightning speed and he was overwhelmed by pleasure. With her performance and his pent up desire it didn't take long for him to unleash everything he had into her mouth. Like the eager woman she was, Y/N diligently swallowed every last drop and proudly showed off her clean tongue to the man struggling to stand above her. "Y/N I - I have no words, I haven't felt this good since .. I don't even know" he picked her up and kissed her once again.

"Edmund, please, I'm afraid, the guests, they will have noticed your absence by now" Y/N whispered, afraid to speak the words herself.

Reluctantly Edmund stopped kissing her and gently put her down on the table again "as always Y/N, you are correct .. and I will return but please, I beg you, come to my chamber tonight instead of yours, I would hate for this to be our only encounter." he adjusted his clothing and fixed his hair before cupping her cheeks once more. "Please, consider this a pause, not an end." he kissed her sweetly one last time and gave her a wide smile before heading back to the ballroom.

So, Y/N was left alone with her own arousal, she didn't feel neglected though but rather motivated to get what she wanted later. She took her time to adjust everything and hide any evidence of their little meeting before also returning to the ball.

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