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asa-do-your-thing · 1 year

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Headaches

aegon x f!reader

fluff / cockiness / aegon will be aegon / Aaaaaand smut of course. Minors DNI, as usual.

"There she is, the greatest maid of all time." Aegon was, regrettably, in a feisty mood this evening. You were Helaena's closest lady in waiting so him calling you 'maid' was a bit humiliating.

Rolling your eyes, you poured him some more wine and sat down on the edge of his bed, kicking off your ornately embroidered slippers. You knew exactly why he had asked for you to tend to his 'headache' instead of a maester. "What an honour, my Prince. I had almost thought you would call me a whore after all of our drunken ... encounters."

Grinning, he lifted his chalice and winked. "Well, you'd be a whore if I paid you." Shaking your head, you reached for your own glass of wine and took a big gulp. "Can we just change the subject, please." Resignation tainted your otherwise cheerful voice. "I'd do anything for you, Aegon. Don't... Please don't show me that you only feel lust when you see me."

Raising a silver eyebrow, he finished his cup and sauntered over to you, nonchalantly pushing you onto his bed. "That is for me to decide, my beauty", he growled and pushed up your nightgown. Heat rose into your cheeks. Was that the wine or the fact that you actually enjoyed getting absolutely ripped to pieces by him?

He tucked his unkempt hair behind his ears and, as if to check if everything was still in place, pinched your nipple. Your little shriek made him chuckle and to your utmost surprise, he fell onto his knees and pulled your hips up to the edge of the bed.

"You're soaking wet", he whispered and gently kissed your thighs. "Everything... for... you...", You managed to stutter, fisting the sheets beneath you. He was unusually gentle and astonishingly, he actually played with you, instead of just drunkenly hammering his seed into your cunt.

"You know,", he said quietly, his finger circling your clit, " I was wrong to call you a whore. Or a maid." You gulped, trying your hardest not to make a sound. On the one hand you already felt as though you could cum in any second and on the other it was rare that he would talk to you without both of you being paralyzed by your drinks.

"You are the best mistress one could have", he breathed out, licking your juice off his finger and pulling of his pants. You nervously looked at him, trying your hardest not to pull him down on top of you. "I... Thank you, Aegon." He placed a finger over your lips and positioned his cock, pushing it gently into you.

Smiling at your flustered, blushing face, he gave you a small kiss on the cheek. "Let me show you how you deserve to be fucked", he mumbled against your burning skin and gave you the softest thrusts. It felt magical and you gave him a small smile in between your moans. He didn't slap you or fold you in an awkward position, he didn't ask you to swallow his spit - he just gently made love to you until he grunted and collapsed on top of your twitching body.

Clinging to each other, it felt like half an eternity had passed before he cleared his throat. "Why do you do what you do? Is it because Mother asked you to do so?", He whispered in your ear. You furrowed your brows. "Aegon, whatever do you mean?" He shakily pushed himself up and gave you a sad look. "You listen to me. You make sure that I know that you are there for me simply as Aegon, and not as the future King. You... You make me feel loved and accepted."

Without a second thought, you gently put a hand on the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss. "Because I care for you. I love you, Aegon." Smiling, he pecked your head and pushed himself up, quickly picking up his pants. "So, mistress it is then. Mistress, fill up my chalice please, I think I am getting sober again."

#fanfiction #asdfghjkl #house of the dragon #i am dyiiiiing #hotd aegon #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon x reader #king aegon #prince aemond #hotd x reader #aegon fanfic #aegon fluff

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anapotatowriter · 2 years

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May I request an Edmund x gender neutral reader having a reunion? Like they both gpt sent back to their respective worlds at the end of LWW after spending Narnia's golden age married to each other and then at the beginning of Prince Caspian they end up at the opposite ends of that beach?

Edmund Pevensie x reader

A/N: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG- My school started and I got so involved with that, but here is your fic!

Summary: The Pevensies were cast out of Narnia during their reign, along with Y/N. Their reunion is one for the books.

Contains: Swearing (as usual)... that's it? There's fire and coca-cola as well, but that's it.

Requested: Yepyepyep

“Oh shut it,” I snapped, looking up at the brunette with an impish smile on his face from my comfortable position on the chair. “I’m not talking,” he responded, smiling cheekily at his ‘brilliant’ remark, making me roll my eyes. “Yes, but you have stolen my book,” I responded, pointing at the book he held above his head, that he had snatched from my hands. “Oh have I?” he asked with a faux surprised expression, looking up at the book. “Give it back,” I said sternly, making the boy pout but hand the book back. “I’m bored Y/N,” he huffed, plopping down on the ground, leaning against my dangling legs, and blowing at the hair that fell on his face. “Oh, really?” I asked, humming uninterestedly as I resumed the book, one of the only ones in the Narnian library from my time. “Can you interact with your lovely and devoted husband, Y/N?” he asked dramatically, a small chuckle escaping my lips. The boy turned around, sitting on his knees and placing his arms on my thighs that were pressed against the soft chair. “Hmmm,” I pretended to consider, making Edmund’s eyes light up. “Nope,” I replied with a big grin, making his face fall. “Oh, you are going to wish you didn’t do that,” said the boy before grabbing my ankle and dragging me from the chair, my book dropping to the side. “Let me go Pevensie!” I yelled, making him chuckle. He let my ankle go, leaving me spread-eagled on the ground. I crossed my arms and scowled at Edmuns’ upside-down face. “I hate you,” I muttered, making the boy smile and quip, “No you don’t.” “Okay then, you’re lucky I love you,” I corrected as I placed my hands on the ground and stood up. “That I am, my love,” he said, making me grin but roll my eyes. I placed my arms around him in a hug and pressed a kiss to my hair as he held my shoulders tightly.

“ED! Y/N/N!” A voice yelled before Lucy slammed the door open, making both of us jump. “What? What is it Lu?” asked Edmund, concerned about the sudden entrance and his youngest sister. “The White Stag! They found it! Near the Lantern Waste. We must make haste and catch it!” she practically yelled in excitement before running back down the corridor, her red dress swirling behind her. “Let’s leave!” I exclaimed, grabbing Edmund’s hand and running after Lucy to the stables. Edmund and Peter, with their practice from all the battles in the past, were quickly able to get their horses ready for the long chase. "You three wait in the castle. I'll get that stag myself," proclaimed Edmund, getting onto Philip’s saddle. “If we send you both alone, the only thing we’ll catch is air. Without Susan, you two are the most incapable members of our family,” I shrugged, getting my own horse ready and climbing onto her too. “I am insulted,” gasped Edmund dramatically. “As am I!” exclaimed Peter, his pride and ego bruised. “I bet that I can catch the Stag before all of you,” I proclaimed, my horse whinnying in agreement. “Let’s go then,” said Susan, the last one to get on her horse, holding the reins tightly.

The five of us began the chase, Edmund and I continued trying to overtake each other and trying to make the other falter. Peter's horse whinnied as it rose on its hind legs, taking off into a gallop. “Admit it, sweetheart, I am much better than you in every shape, way, and form,” I said as I left the brunette behind, now going after the blonde. I could hear Philip close behind me, and I coaxed my own horse to go faster. Susan soon realized what I was doing and immediately followed, Lucy close behind her. When I passed by Peter at one of the wider bends in the road, I grinned triumphantly, right when I saw a sliver of white though the otherwise golden and red leaves and dark brown woods. Lucy soon rode beside me, Susan and Peter right behind the both of us, the flashes of red and purple cloth prominent pointers of their identities. “Where’s Ed?” I asked, chancing a glance behind me which confirmed my suspicions of his missing presence. Peter and I slowed to a stop, Susan and Lucy doing so too, all four of us backtracking to see that Edmund was talking to Philip about something. "Come on, Ed," said Susan, tightly squeezing the brick-red reigns. "Just catching my breath," he replied as he leaned away from Philip’s eyesight. "Well, that's all we'll catch at this point," said Susan in an exasperated tone. "What did he say again, Y/N?" asked Lucy, trotting in on her own horse. "You three wait in the castle. I'll get that stag myself," I imitated him before clutching my stomach and laughing. “You're ridiculous Y/N,” said Edmund while rolling his eyes, just making the chorus of laughter become louder.

"What's this?" asked Peter suddenly, the chuckles dying down as he got off of his horse smoothly. He walked closer to what I had assumed to be a tree covered in vines. We all got off our horses as well, Ed and I walking to each other and intertwining our hands. "Seems familiar," remarked Peter, looking at the top of the object, which appeared to contain a flickering fire. The five of us gathered around the pole. I stood at the absolute end and he stood next to Susan, who stood next to Lucy. At the very last stood Peter. "As if from a dream. Or a dream of a dream," remarked Lucy, her tone sounding wistful. "Spare Oom," she said suddenly, making Edmund's face flick to hers in sudden recognition, though it was apparent that he didn't know why he knew it. Lucy then walked away from us, hoisting her gown up and looking around. The siblings and I quickly followed, Edmund keeping a firm grasp of my hand.

"Lucy," said Peter exasperatedly as he paused for a minute to look at Lucy's figure walking away. "Not again," sighed Susan, lifting up her dress and running after Lucy, Peter, Edmund and I quickly following. “She always does this,” I sighed, though the upcoming adventures sent a thrill up my spine. Soon, Peter overtook the rest of us, and I was in front of Edmund. "Lu?" questioned Peter as he pushed branches of his way, the rest of us struggling as well. "Come on!" gasped Lucy excitedly as she grabbed Peter's hand and rushed forwards. Suddenly, the feeling of Edmund’s hand pressed in mine faded away to nothing. “Where’s Y/N? Where are they?” I heard Edmund’s voice, though it was faint. “Ed?” I called out, receiving no response. I continued to push through the gaps between the branches, which were now feeling harder and were becoming more difficult to push aside. Soon, I realized I was squeezing in between walls. I remembered faces that had become dreamlike over the years, like the face of my mom, my dad, and my best friends. Memories pummeled my mind, the influx of information hurting my head as I finally escaped the claustrophobic pathway into the basement of my home. My home in 2022, not my home in Cair Paravel. The hidden compartment behind the wall which I had squeezed through years ago seemed to not exist anymore. “Ed? Ed, please talk to me!” I cried, slamming my fists against the rough basement walls. Instead of hollow booming, the only thing I could hear was the dull thuds of fists hitting solid rock. “Edmund,” I sobbed pressing the side of my face against the wall, a tear slipping down my face. “Y/N, where are you, sweetheart?” I heard my mom’s familiar voice ask, making me push myself away from the wall and wipe away any remnants of tears. “I’m down here, mom,” I said, trying to clear my throat from the choking feeling but failing. “Ah, there you are! Please hurry back up, I need you to run some errands,” she said, smiling at me. “Got it, mom,” I said, making her nod contentedly and go back up the stairs that led to the basement. I turned back to the wall, placing my hand on the wall. “I’ll never forget you,” I murmured, unsure whether I was talking to myself, Edmund, the rest of my family, or Narnia.

“Y/N, we have to partyyyyyy,” whined my best friend from her place on the bed, making me sigh and look up from my notes. “I have to finish my homework,” I said, making her cross her eyes and stick her tongue out at me. “Come on, Y/N! It’s been so long since you’ve even talked to a guy or even unwinded,” she said exasperatedly, falling spread-eagled on my bed. I gulped, my thoughts flitting to my husband in another life, whose voice and face had started to become more dreamlike as the year passed. “Come Y/N, pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease,” she said, not even pausing to take a breath as she pleaded incessantly. “If I go for an hour, will you stop bothering me?” I asked, rolling my eyes at her antics. “Let’s go!” she said triumphantly, practically flying to me to get me changed into party attire. “You look like royalty!” she gasped, making me shudder at the title. “Thank you,” I said softly, remembering my beautiful home, Cair Paravel. “Now let’s goooooo,” she said, pulling at the crook of my elbow and dragging me out of the house. We soon reached the clear area in the middle of the forest where the party was being held. A huge campfire stood in the middle of the clearing, children my age milling about and conversing, many holding bottles of soda, some of which were definitely spiked.

My friend left me soon after, leaving me to lean awkwardly against a tree as I sipped at the Coca-Cola I held in my hand. The campfire suddenly caught my attention, and I stared at the flames. The sound of a horn that once belonged to my sister-in-law echoed around my ears as I continued to gaze forward. The flames seemed to flicker about to form shapes and figures that reminded me of something intangible. My head tilted to the side as fauns danced around, holding flutes. Suddenly, a lion roared loudly, making me jump and drop the bottle I held. That face, I would recognize anywhere. Aslan.

Some leaves to my left seemed to rustle, although there was no wind on the hot and sticky night. I quickly glanced around the clearing and slipped away, following the rustling of the leaves. I took off my shoes and held them in my hand, the feeling of the forest floor between my toes reminding me of the Great Western Woods where I had once ruled. The trees seemed to respond to me as the Dryads had done in Narnia seemingly eons ago. The light around me started changing, the dark night replaced by bright sunlight, hidden by a dense canopy. I continued to follow the rustling till I reached the border of the forest, right at a beach. The sand made my feet sink slightly as I examined the glistening waves of the light blue ocean right in front of me beyond the stretch of sand. A cave stood to my right, and tall mountains were right beside the forest I had just emerged from. I quickly placed my left hand in front of my eyes, squinting at the sudden influx of light, my shoes clutched tightly in my right. I giggled before dropping my shoes and running into the water, my clothes getting soaked by the salty water as the sun burned down on me.

I flipped back to examine the landscape behind me, right as four figures emerged from the cave, a regal air around them that couldn’t be mistaken. “Y/N?” asked one of the four figures on the left, confirming my suspicions. “Edmund!” I yelled, splashing water everywhere around me as I ran out of the water towards the boy, my feet slipping in the sand. “Y/N!” he explained, running towards me too. I met him right in the middle of the beach, immediately colliding with him and wrapping my arms around him, my wet clothes probably soaking his uniform. “It’s you? I'm actually you? You’re alive, and you’re here! I must be dreaming,” I exclaimed as I pushed away from the boy, clutching his shoulders desperately. “It’s actually me,” said the boy, pulling me into a hug again and pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I missed you, bastard,” I said, looking up at him to see a proud smirk. “I knew you would,” he said, making me roll my eyes and shove him a bit. The distance when I did so, however, forced me to take hold of his hand. “I don’t remember ruins in Narnia,” I commented, squeezing Edmund’s hand as I looked up at the ruins on the cliff. “Whatever it is, we’ll get through it. Together,” said the boy, looking at me and squeezing my hand. “Together,” I agreed as we walked towards the other Pevensies, ready for a new adventure.

#edmund x reader #narnia x reader #narnia #edmund pevensie #enemies to lovers #i am dyiiiiing #please send requests #im so bored #edmund is hot #fire tw

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iryght · 2 years

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I JUST SAW A RECOMMENDATION OF TRASH OF THE COUNTS FAMILY AND THEY USED THE WORDS: "Soon he encounters Rosalyn, Crown Princess of the Berck Kingdom. Rosalyn is a cold-hearted and ambitious woman. To everyone’s surprise, she is lovestruck at the sight of Rok Soo and leaves everything behind to pursue him.

As a result, what comes next is filled with hilarious moments and some heartwarming romance coated with serious plot twists"

I-I CAN'T- OMG THIS IT HILARIOUS!!! THIS PERSON SERIOUSLY SAW THE MANHWA AND RECOMMENDED IT AS A SHOJO ROMANCE MANHWA! GOD- THIS IS AMAZING-

"she is lovestruck at the sight of Rok Soo and leaves everything behind to pursue him."

HOW DID THEY SEE ROSALYN AND THOUGHT OF THIS LINE!?????? LIKE WHAT THE HELL??????

Talk about missing the point, I can't help but wonder how many people went to see the manhwa and are commenting "Yo, when does the romance starts to develop?" Or when the wars come and the confused screams start to accumulate-

I CAN'T- THERE ARE PEOPLE IN THIS HOUSE, I CAN'T START LAUGHING LIKE A GODDANM WITCH-

Leaving this aside, go read Trash of the counts family! It's amazing, specially for me who read the novel (Not all of it yet, but certainly way ahead of the manhwa for now) It's incredible to see certain scenes illustrated. The art is amazing and it's just getting better as we go.

#trash of the count's family #out of character #reading recommendations #or the fails at it #those poor children #and adults #i am dyiiiiing #reading rec

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justplaindeviant · 2 years

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I went through like 6 different iterations before I committed to this direction but it was so worth it.

Is he happy to be in this position?

Not in the slightest.

Am I happy?

Abso-fucking-lutely.

*the mustache is 100% a “final touch” done by Deacon*

#fallout 4 #fallout #fallout fanart #danse fo4 #paladin danse #danse #fallout danse #fallout 4 companions #fo4 #fo4 companions #funny fo4 #fallout oc #original post #original art #digital art #digital drawing #i am dyiiiiing #french #la danse macabre

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5pectre · 2 years

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AND WE HAVE A SABINE WREN

#i am dyiiiiing #star wars #Ashoka #sabine wren

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snowball-maltese · 2 years

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It is funnier without context

Do not steal

Btw I love Twilight, this is a joke

#mlp friendship is magic #memes #no context #no context necessary #i made this btw #lol #i am dyiiiiing #i love it

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jumper-cables-----on-ma-nipples · 2 years

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Every time i go through the Tumblr dashboard its flooded with just screenshots from twitter

#i am dyiiiiing #i am drinking your milkshake #twitter #why #tell me why

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there-is-just-me-myself-and-i · 2 years

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Soooo I just published my first ever story (or rather chapter of a story) on A03 and I am currently trying to find a hole to disappear in. How do people do this?

#sorry for this #personal rant #i am dyiiiiing #so nervous

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random-system · 2 years

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crying over bloodywood bc you've never felt more alive as a punjab gal after discovering them and you can handle your low moods so much easier now bc you can turn to music IS a religion actually

#i am dyiiiiing #🎀#bloodywood cures my bipolar challenge

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i-eat-cars-and-berriesss · 2 years

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Appreciate my heart shaped nuggie💖✨👀 omg

#chikn nuggit #actually cheese #lol #heartcore #🫠#i am dyiiiiing #girl help #so cute #frick normal shaped nuggies #all my homies love dino shaped nuggies #and heart shaped

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rapha-reads · 8 months

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Gods, I only have 5 days before my thesis is due and I still need to entirely write the last chapter and the conclusion and proofread the second half of chapter 2, I have so little time, but I'm here re-reading RWRB already and saving all the quotes that tear my heart open and split wide up the atoms of my souls, and trying not to drown in my emotions.

Like this:

But he thinks about Henry, and, oh. He thinks about Henry, and something twists in his chest, like a stretch he’s been avoiding for too long. He thinks about Henry’s voice low in his ear over the phone at three in the morning, and suddenly he has a name for what ignites in the pit of his stomach. Henry’s hands on him, his thumbs braced against his temples back in the garden, Henry’s hands other places, Henry’s mouth, what he might do with it if Alex let him. Henry’s broad shoulders and long legs and narrow waist, the place his jaw meets his neck and the place his neck meets his shoulder and the tendon that stretches the length between them, and the way it looks when Henry turns his head to shoot him a challenging glare, and his impossibly blue eyes—

Or this:

He watches Henry lather up and shave, put pomade in his hair, put on his Burberry for the day, and he catches himself wishing he could watch it every day. He likes taking Henry apart, but there’s something incredibly intimate about sitting on the bed they wrecked the night before, the only one who watches him create Prince Henry of Wales for the day. Through his throbbing hangover, he’s got a suspicion all these feelings are why he held off on fucking Henry for so long.

This, and the entire chapter at the lake house, that makes me want to cry so much:

They chase each other around the pier, race down to the lake’s shallow bottom and shoot back up in the moonlight, all elbows and knees. Alex finally manages to catch Henry around the waist, and he pins him, slides his wet mouth over the thudding pulse of Henry’s throat. He wants to stay tangled up in Henry’s legs forever. He wants to match the new freckles across Henry’s nose to the stars above them and make him name the constellations.

This, and why does my heart hurt so much:

He thought he was reckless before, but he understands now—holding love off was the only thing keeping him from losing himself in this completely, and he’s gone, stupid, lovesick, a fucking disaster. No work to distract him. The tripwire of “Things Only People in Love Say and Do” set off.

And fucking this, and it kills me that when it boils down to the heart of it, what they both want more than anything is just fluffy, simple, ordinary domesticity and intimacy:

It drives me nuts sometimes that you don’t get to have more say in your life. When I picture you happy, I see with your own apartment somewhere outside of the palace and a desk where you can write anthologies of queer history. And I’m there, using up your shampoo and making you come to the grocery store with me and waking up in the same damn time zone with you every morning.

... Huh. Wait. Hold that thought. I'm having ideas for my thesis.

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb book #rwrb quotes #firstprince #firstprince quotes #ALSO THESE ASSHOLES FOLLOW THE TRADITIONAL SCHEMA OF BLOND GUY STUCK IN A ROLE HE DOESN'T WANT / BLACK HAIR GUY BEING AN ICON #you know the model arthur and merlin style you know #oh holy fuck how did it take me AN ENTIRE WEEK to make the connection merthur/firstprince and why did not one of you told me #i'm going to have merthur/firstprince thoughts and breakdowns now cheers great #I'M SORRY BUT THE PARRALELS ARTHUR/HENRY? i am dyiiiiing send help i am never fucking recovering #rapha rambles #rapha reads

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asa-do-your-thing · 1 year

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Hii lovely! What are your favourite HOTD accounts? Or maybe what are your fave HOTD fics? I'm new to the fandom and it's half a maelstrom in here

Heya! Sure 😊 I will do a separate post for my favorite fics (there are so many I can't name off the top of my head).

The ones I currently interact with the most or just love in general are:

@valeskafics just absolutely love their vibes, the fics, everything

@welcometothelioncage their fics are just chefs kiss

@ewanmitchellcrumbs is just the OG

@bbygirl-aemond i love everything:D

@sapphire-writes never disappoints (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

@crownedtargaryen master of HOTD

@targbarbie the vibes are immaculate <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

I'm so sorry if I have forgotten anyone Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò I hope that I could help you!!

#queue me up asa #fanfiction #house of the dragon #asdfghjkl #i am dyiiiiing

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anapotatowriter · 2 years

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

It ain't me

Edmund Pevensie x Reader

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

ALSO PEOPLE, SEND TUA FIC REQUESTS-

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

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

Requested: Yesssss~

I had a dream

We were sipping whiskey neat

Highest floor, The Bowery

Nowhere's high enough

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

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

Somewhere along the lines

We stopped seeing eye to eye

You were staying out all night

And I had enough

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

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

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

Who's gonna walk you

Through the dark side of the morning?

Who's gonna rock you

When the sun won't let you sleep?

Who's waking up to drive you home

When you're drunk and all alone?

Who's gonna walk you

Through the dark side of the morning?

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

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

I had a dream

We were back to seventeen

Summer nights and The Libertines

Never growing up

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

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

Who's gonna walk you

Through the dark side of the morning?

Who's gonna rock you

When the sun won't let you sleep?

Who's waking up to drive you home

When you're drunk and all alone?

Who's gonna walk you

Through the dark side of the morning?

It ain't me

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

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