#narnia x oc

[fairmerthefarmer]

Retired Star and his daughter who live at the last island on the eastern ocean.

Also here’s Ramandu with and without his cloak that I decided he has.

I will draw every single character from this book

[mags0142]

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.

[wodnikszuwarekx]

Mr Tumnus book and my version

drawings from last year by me

[raging-violets]

The Night Witch Chapter 34 || FFN  • AO3

"Are you sure?" Susan demanded. Edmund turned to her with a roll of his eyes. "No, I'm making it all up for my own enjoyment." At that, Susan folded her arms, making Edmund do the same. Peter and Lucy merely shared smiles. Not that they didn't believe Edmund, but the few times that his sarcasm wasn't directed their way, the Pevensie siblings did find humor in it. As it was, the conversation needed a bit of lightening anyway. If what Edmund was saying was true…things were even more dire than they'd originally thought. "Yes, Su, I'm serious. There's more than enough evidence that we're being watched. And probably for a lot longer than we thought we've been." He gestured vaguely with his arm in the direction of the forest and village surrounding the Telmarine castle. "You couldn't have possibly believed that Archenland would have let us escape without some sort of a response." Susan shook her head. As diplomatic as ever she said, "We don't know for sure they're going to retaliate." But even the words rang hollow with her. No, they couldn't know for sure. But they'd been through enough battles, enough wars to know if there was a moment of power, a moment of weakness that could be snuffed out, people would take advantage. It was enough to have returned to Narnia and seen how much had changed, but another to readily admit their oldest ally had become their enemy. Edmund made a sound of impatience. All the evidence was staring them in the face. They arrived at Anvard, weren't welcome with the open arms they expected, the Calormens knew where they were so that Peter would be attacked when he went to Cair Paravel, the heavy stillness around Telmar., vegetation picked clean, branches broken, prints that weren't made from animals seen around the perimeter. It didn't take much for anyone to figure out that there was something coming. They'd said as much, all agreed on it before they had left Anvard. Now Susan was changing her mind? "You always were considered the more diplomatic one," He mused before nodding, making her smile with the thinly veiled compliment. It usually took a lot more prodding and a begrudging scowl for Edmund to say anything nice of his siblings let alone the ease it came of his fellow kings and queens. "Su, we know they're going to do something." "But we don't know that it's coming from King Nain and Queen Aria! Or that they're working with the Calormens specifically," Susan pointed out. She slowly lowered herself to the seat behind her. "If we decide to go in and accuse…what will that mean about our own reputation?" It was then Lucy decided to speak up. She simply watched as the two more outspoken of the kings and queens hashed things out. It was they way they'd always worked, Peter was the one that gave the final decision, but Edmund and Susan, the Just and the Gentle, were the ones who had the most power, the most sway when it came to their political leanings and conversations. "Our reputation is that we care about our people." She paused, waiting for the words to sink in. "And not just of our people, but of everyone in Narnia, this world, who is facing injustice." "It's a good reputation to have," Susan agreed. "But you do have to agree with some of the detractors…that sometimes we ought to leave things alone to those that are in the conflict." Susan shook her head. "It's the same that has been said of the war back home." "With the war back home, we had to run out of our house in the middle of the night amongst an air raid!" Edmund snapped, eyes flashing. "Or did you forget what brought us to the countryside and to Narnia in the first place?" "Maybe that was meant to happen," Lucy mused quietly.

Tag List: @darknightfrombeyond @farfallasunicas @foxesandmagic   @witchofinterest @ocappreciationtag @arrthurpendragon

[pevensiethejust]

I'm Lloyd (he/him, UK, 24) and I've been RPing on and off Tumblr for a few years.

When I was more active on Tumblr I role-played exclusively as Edmund Pevensive from Narnia, but recently I wanted to branch out to include some Harry Potter Role Playing, mainly Draco Malfoy & Sebastian Sallow - but I'm also keen to dive back into Edmund too.

I've found it hard to reach out and ask people if they want to role-play with me, all I ask is that you are:

literate/novella, love a good plot, and natural chemistry and are 21+.

I'm down for OCs, Multi and crossovers. I'm a big Narnia & Harry Potter / Hogwarts Legacy nerd so I'm definitely up for just a random chat about our role-play, gifs, music and other things.

Message me here or on Discord (I prefer role-playing on Discord- so much quicker ): lloydpevensiethejust

[prismatica-the-strange]

Black Sheep | So Stay Strong and Breathe In

Warnings: 18+, snakes, near death

As spring comes back around Caspian takes his love on a picnic, but not all goes as planned

Word Count: 1.7k

Song: Here in My Arms by The Sunstreak | Picrew Link | Dividers by @cafekitsune

"You need to try one of these strawberries!" Retta grins, head falling to his shoulder as she holds one up to his lips.

Her smile widens at the feel of his lips brushing against her fingertips as he takes a bite.

"Mm, sweet," He comments, "But not nearly as sweet as your lips."

He leans down to kiss her as she giggles.

"Charmer."

"Goddess," He murmurs in return.

She barks out a laugh, nuzzling into his shoulder.

His smile falters when she freezes, her hand tensing around his arm.

"Caspian," Her voice is barely a whisper.

He hears a hiss and he looks at her confused.

He carefully leans forward, looking over at her far side, heart stuttering in his chest.

Wrapped around her left forearm is a small, pale snake. A White Narnian Viper, its bite is deadly.

"Don't move, my love," He breathes, carefully pulling his arm from her grip and moving to kneel in front of her, "Whatever you do, don't move."

Her terrified eyes follow his hands as he pulls his dagger from his belt.

"Don't be scared," He forces the corner of his mouth up into a small smile, "Everything will be okay."

He suddenly lunges forward.

"Caspian!" Her eyes go wide when he grabs it, blade cutting off its head as its teeth sink into his skin, making him exclaim and throw it from his grasp.

She can almost see the color drain from his face, his hand shaking as he peers down at the bite.

"Caspian?" She takes his face in her hands, "My love, what did you do?"

"I-... I'll be fine," He insists, trying to wave off her concern, but nearly toppling over.

"Be still," She tells him, "The more you move the faster the venom spreads."

He lifts his hand to cup her cheek as she lays him back on their picnic blanket.

"I need to go get help."

"Stay," He pleads, voice already weak.

"I-I need to go get help," Tears start to pool in her eyes as worry floods through her, "I'll be right back, love. Stay right here, I'll be back."

She leaves him with a heavy kiss on the forehead, heart clenching when he calls out to her as she mounts her horse.

She pushes the horse to its limit, riding recklessly through the streets of the city and jumping off before she's fully stopped in the crowded square.

"Help!" She cries, "I need help! King Caspian is injured, I need a healer, please!"

The people don't hesitate to help her find the healer, a stout dwarven woman with various bits and bobs twisted into her beard, "Breathe, dear. Tell Hoddela what happened."

"H-he was bitten by this," She pulls the dead snake from her pouch, thankful she'd remembered to grab it in her rush.

The woman takes its body, eyes grim as she turns back to Retta, "Where is His Majesty now?"

"In the meadow, just outside the city."

"I have a wagon, My lady," A man speaks up, "I can help you bring him into town."

"Thank you."

She's faster than he is, but she can hear the clumsy wheels following behind her as they race back to find their king.

"Caspian?" She calls out, pulling her horse to a stop by the spot of their rendezvous.

"Beretta?" He rasps.

"I'm here, my love," She falls to her knees beside him, taking his pallid, sweat-soaked cheeks in her hands, "I'm here."

He starts to push himself into a sitting position, but she quickly stops him, "No, no. Don't move. Caspian, please lay back down."

The farmer arrives shortly after and helps her lift Caspian into his wagon and she climbs in after him, laying his head on her lap.

He's feverish, groaning in pain with every bump and she can't stop the few tears that roll down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, love," She mutters, "We'll be there soon."

She watches helplessly as Hoddela prepares the serums, Caspian lying restlessly on a cot in the corner of her shop.

"Rette," He mumbles reaching out blindly for her. He grips onto her shirt, pulling her down to meet his eyes, "Stay... Stay with me."

"There is nowhere I would rather be, My King," She whispers, twisting strands of his damp hair around her fingers.

"For his fever," Hoddela hands her a cool, wet cloth which she gladly takes, dabbing it on his forehead.

"You'll be better soon, love."

The days that follow are hard, but she never leaves his side, tending to him night and day, even if its meant no sleep for her.

"My lady," Professor Cornelious says in a hushed tone.

She hums in recognition, eyes not leaving the fire as she leans against the hearth.

"My Lady, you must rest," He tells her, hand resting on her back, "You will be no good to anyone should you run yourself sick."

"Mm I..." She blinks in exhaustion, "I'll rest later, he needs m-"

"He would not want you killing yourself for him, princess."

She nods, but another glance to Caspian lying feverishly under his blankets pulls at her heart until she's sat on the edge of his bed, holding his hand.

She wakes up to the feeling of knuckles running against one of her ears, just lightly enough to not be overstimulating.

She's knelt on the floor and lifts her head from the bed to see Caspian propped up on his pillows, petting her hair.

"Good morning, Lamb."

His voice is hoarse from disuse, but he's awake and he's smiling at her.

"Caspian," She gasps.

He laughs when she pushes herself onto the mattress and throws her arms around his neck.

"I was so scared."

"I admit," He pulls away just enough to look at her, "I don't remember much of the last few days... But I remember you watching over me."

He runs his fingers through her fur, "My own guardian angel."

"No," She shakes her head, "This only happened because-"

"Shh..." He closes his eyes and runs his nose against the arch of hers before pressing their foreheads together, "It's not your fault, love. Banish those thoughts from your head. There was nothing different you could have done."

He sighs against her lips when she kisses him.

"Don't you ever scare me like that again," She hisses as she pulls away. There's a look of dire seriousness on her face, "I haven't slept in days. I've been beside myself with worry!"

He pets her ear again, smiling softly at her, and she leans into his touch, "Then I insist you spend the rest of the day here in bed with me."

"That would be wildly inappropriate, my love," She argues.

"Then, as your king, I order it of you," He says with a playfully serious tone.

"You order it of me?" She asks, eyebrow raised.

"Yes," He cups her cheek, "I am your king and you must do as I say."

"First, My King, I must bathe. I haven't left your side in days and feel less than fresh."

His eyes narrow at her, "Fine. But then right back here in your most comfortable night dress."

"My King, that may be seen as-"

"You must do as I say," He reminds her, "Not only am I your sovereign, but I am ill. My, love, would you deny me the comfort of your arms when I am in such a state?"

"You're incorrigible," She laughs, but her face is somber when she strokes his cheek, "I would do anything you ask of me."

By the time she comes back, he has also been bathed and the sheets on the bed have been stripped and replaced. Caspian is sat back against his pillows, changed into a clean night shirt with a towel around his shoulders that he's using to dry his hair.

His tired face lights up when he sees her standing in the doorway to his chambers.

"Come in, my love," He beckons, holding his hand out to her, "You look beautiful."

She blushes at his earnest words, letting him pull her onto the bed and against his lips.

She sighs as she falls onto the bed beside him and he can't help but grin. She looks like she belongs there, her hair and mossy green nightgown mussed amongst the brown sheets and pillows. He can't even imagine the elation he'd feel getting to fall asleep and wake up next to her every day.

She glances over at the side table and reaches to take his brush.

Pushing herself up, she looks to him with a shy smile, "May I?"

He turns his back to her, giving her access to his damp locks.

She takes her time, slowly running the brush through his hair, fingers brushing the back of his neck, causing goosebumps to erupt across his skin.

"Are you feeling better?"

"I am," He smiles over his shoulder, "Thanks to you."

"Are you hungry?" She asks, "I can get someone to-"

"You needn't fuss," He chuckles, "I've already sent for food. All I need from you is your company, dear Retta."

She smiles to herself, setting the brush in her lap, "Is that all, My King?"

He turns back to her, eyebrows raised slightly, "It's everything, my love. I can't be expected to recover if you aren't with me."

"And what better excuse could I have to keep you in my bed like this?" He murmurs, pulling her in for a needy kiss.

"My King," She giggles. A breathy laugh against his lips.

He does his best to keep her curled into his side for the rest of the day. And when she falls asleep with her face buried in his neck, his heart soars. One of her legs slots between his and she grips the breast of his nightshirt in her sleep, keeping him close to her.

She wakes a few hours later to the feel of him stroking her hair again as he reads beside her.

"Caspian?"

"Did you sleep well, Lamb?" He asks, pressing a warm kiss to her forehead.

"Mhm," Still half-asleep, she snuggles closer, "You're comfy."

He chuckles at her words, resting his cheek on top of her head, "I'm honored you think so."

[come-along-pond]

Is there anyone in the narnia fandom who wants to help me plan an oc? I’ve only seen the movies and the oc would be movie centric, I just need to talk through my ideas.

[dancingsunflowers-ocs]

Mabel Abbott x Lucy Pevensie

↳ for @megandaisy9 as part of her summer gift exchange/giveaway! ☀️

[heresthefanfiction]

Chapter Update: South

“Some truths take our breath away.”- South by Sleeping at Last

After their harrowing adventures in England, the Pevensies have returned to the Golden Age of Narnia. But not everything is as golden as it seems.

To fix this, Edmund must set out on a journey he’s already take once before.

Chapter Four: Loyal, is up!

AO3

In every voyage he’d ever taken, the rocking of the boat usually served to put Edmund asleep. Now, it was doing the opposite. The wand lay in its leather sheath under his nightshirt, a constant reminder and burden. Allin was in the hammock below him, Zaria and Manon asleep on the beams above him. All of them standing guard over him, over the wand. Logically, he knew the wand was as safe as it could be. But apparently his mind was not going to let him be logical tonight.

Tagging:

@merilles @azureamlug @elecktrum @untestedtheory @arrthurpendragon @ocappreciationtag

[starlitnights29]

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.

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[ericityyy]

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 // 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

➻ 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙀𝙙𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙋𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚

none

➻ 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙣

none

𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 (characters can still be added)

[fairmerthefarmer]

One time for character design practice I decided to draw Captain Drinian and also give him a sister except I’m not much of a writer so I don’t even have a name for her, all I know about her is that she’s an asexual lesbian, and like super strong or something.

Also I just want to believe that Lucy wasn’t the only woman on that ship the entire time.

[gritsandbrits]

Thinking about my Narnia OCs. Spoilers for Narnia, the last battle

Octavia loves to solve mysteries but the one mystery she refuses yo touch is the one about Aunt Girdy. Cold, aloof, possibly bakes children in her oven Aunt Girdy. Rarely seen at family outings and when there is one it's a funeral.

When Octavia's parents drop her off to spend the weekend with the old bat, Octavia thinks it must be divine punishment for forgetting to thaw the turkey last week. While Girdy proves to not bake children in ovens, she has proven to be cold and strict.

That night Octavia sneaks into the attic and finds a box full of trinkets. She uncovers some interesting things: a dagger, an arrow broken at the tip. A vintage tin of Turkish Delights - the hell are Turkish Delights, Octavia asks herself - and an old b&w photo of a young woman with a young (white) man.

Octavia hears some noises and is about to leave but suddenly she finds herself outside in the middle of broad daylight when it's supposed to be nighttime. The grass a brighter shade of green brighter than humanly possible, the sky azure blue, musty odor replaced by frangipanni. And more unnerving Octavia realizes there is no door for her to return to.

On the other side Girdy wakes up and see that Octavia isn't in bed. She panics, she hate the police and doesn't want them at her house but doesn't want to get charged either. In the eye of tve hurrcane she spots thw attic door open and heads inside she finds evidence of Octavia messing in her trunk. At first Girdy is angry but it dawns on her she may have travelled to the place Girdy herself once visited-Narnia. Suddenly Girdy is digging around in books and the boxy clunker of a computer to find ways of travelling worlds. And then she spits another clue: the book Octavia brought with her to read was written by a Susan Pevensie.

Octavia is taken to the court of the Summer King, Salamann. He beguiles her with tales of the narnian race, of the defeat of the winter witch at the hands of the Four Kings and Queens. He talks of the Last Battle, and of the missing Flower Queen Gertrude. Octavia says she has an aunt named Gertrude but she isn't fit to be queen, more like a tyrant. Salamann tells her that in his domain fun is free and nobody has to work. Well almost nobody, he puts criminals to work as punishment. He plans to expand his world of fun to all Narnia, perhaps someday he might even cheer up the real world too. Salamann believes that the prophesied return of the Flower Queen, he could have the power to make things right.

It turns out Salamann's plan for a peaceful world is causing suffering. On his whims to built amusements he disrupts important monuments and nesting places for the animals and creatures. He puts "unfunny people" to work as punishment. In reality the unfunny people are political dissidents and critics, or people just having a bad day. Soon Octavia learns the truth from a young mouse whose home was destroyed by the construction of Salamann's park. She says in order to stop him they must find the Four Kings and Queens, who are currently in hiding.

Girdy is desperate to find Octavia but nothing she does works. Finally she brings herself to read Susan Penvensie's book.

In Girdy's youth she had lived with the old man, when four English children move in. Girdy was a shy girl, partly due to the bullying she experienced as a mixed race girl. She suspected the Pevensie kids to be tbe same to her relief they aren't. She accompanied them to Narnia, and learning of her powers over plants and nature, became the Flower Queen. As she got older she lost her ability to travel to narnia but never lost her penchant for plants. When the war was over, she and Peter - whom developed a romance with - decided to get married. Getrude had wanted to open a flower shop.

Gertrude was visiting family in Canada when she found out that the Pevensies as well as several of their extended family passed in a train accident. Susan wasnt there, making her the only survivor. In the aftermath, and with her dreams of a happy life shattered Girdy became bitter and lost contact with Susan. They hadn't spoken in years. But Girdy did keep a lot of things to remember them by. It was all she had.

Wait Susan can help her! Girdy finds the number and calls her expecting and answer. An unfamiliar voice answers and it is one of Susan's kids. They tell her that Susan passed away a few years ago. Before her death she wrote a book based on her experiences in Narnia. At this new info Girdy becomes ashamed. How had she been so foolish? To let so many years go by without a single hello or how are you? It was too late for reconciliation. All she could hope now is for Octavia to make it through.

Octavia journeys through the land avoiding Salamann's forces and befriending narnians along the way. Girdy continues to read Susan's book and feels a weight lifting off her, she goes back to the attic and uncovers the dagger the arrow the tin of turkish delights everything she kept of her friends. Now she truly cherished them. It was all she had.

Once she steps out again she finds herself on the same meadow of frangipanni, the sweet summer breeze in her now imperfect coils. The frangipanni whisper to her of the young girl and the soldiers in red and orange and gold. Of the king who rule the domain with dreams and eternal laughter.

Girdy hears it all and asks the frangipanni which direction she needs to take. She and Octavia eventually reunite but they are caught by Salamann, who asks Octavia why have she left their game. Girdy attempts to shield her niece but what can an old woman do? Suddenly an arrow comes their away distracting Salamann enough for the heroes to get away. A mystery figure guides them away, through a hidden pathway until they reach a boat. One the boat the figure unveils their hood - a servant of Caspian. Girdy reveals she once visited Narnia but told no one in their family. Having met Caspian before she trusts his servant to bring them to safety.

As Octavia learns more of her family history, Girdy and Susan have a long overdue conversation. Girdy apologizes for not talking to Susan while she was alive, that she did keep her letters but afraid to write back. Susan replies she also was too anxious to write anything back and was sidetracked by her boo and personal life. But even all this time never lost hope that Girdy would find her happiness again. Girdy and Peter meet again, Girdy is still an old woman at this point, she hasn't fully regain her joy but Peter tells her he still loves her no matter what. He had been disappointed that she seemed to forget about him and his siblings but promise to help her break free of her demons.

Caspian's Servant takes Octavia and Girdy to a castle ground far away from Salamann's cluthes. There in all their sparkling glory are the Four Kings and Queens. To Octavia's surprise one of them is her favorite author - Susan Pevensie!

Susan reveals that after she died she was reborn into her queen form, to finally rejoin her siblings. Octavia says her aunt has been to Narnia before, She mentions Salamaan spoke of the Flower Queen having the same name. The royals reveal that Gertrude IS the Flower Queen. Octavia is shocked but Girdy admits they are telling the truth. She tells Octavia that in their world Peter was her childhood sweetheart and that they had planned to marry after the war. When she lost him & their family, she lost a part of her soul. Only until Girdy regains her spark she can use her powers. Realizing all this makes Octavia feel guilty for judging her own aunt. She had no idea that underneath all that coldhearted resentment, was very deep pain.

At the end, Girdy and Octavia returns to the human world, the older lady having finally accepted that she can live again. Peter promises he'll wait for her like always. Edward gifts Octavia a tin of turkish delights. Susan gives Octavia her blessing to continue the chronicles.

Salamann plans to use Girdy's magic to rid the world of all sorrow and pain. He had seen portraits of her and fell in love. But he needs all elements: he already has water, ice and of course his own fire magic. He needed earth, spring. In a night he ambushes the royal place and kidnaps her. Salamann tries to seduce Girdy but she refuses. While the idea of changing her past seems tempting she didn't want to destroy her beloved Narnia or the real world to do it.

Octavia, The Four Kings and Queens and their allies launch a rescue operation; on the battle Girdy reclaims her joy and her power. Girdy reminds Salamann that pain and sorrow are just as valid as happiness and joy and to run away from negative emotions is just as bas as letting them consume you. Salamann doesn't listen and in a jealous rage tries to kill Peter. Girdy summons a spell and Salamann is swallowed into the earth, never to be seen again.

The story ends with Octavia and Girdy not even being gone that whole weekend, just as Octavia's parents arrive to pick her up. They're shocked to see Girdy in a better mood. They never seen her so...joyful. Perhaps she's thankful to get the brat put of her hair bur she tells them Octavia has been a good girl and open to visit her anytime. A week later Girdy and Octavia go to an ice cream shop in town to talk about Octavia's Susan Pevensie collection.

[mags0142]

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.

[raging-violets]

Caged Nightingale | Chronicles of Narnia | Chapter 02 - Read on FFN or AO3

Authored by: Rhuben

Rated: T

FULL SUMMARY: [REWRITE] Readjusting to his “old life”, Edmund finds himself drawn back into a Narnia he doesn’t recognize. A Narnia filled with ruin and loss. Much like himself. Feeling like he betrayed his beloved lands for a second time, and haunted by memories of the White Witch, Edmund will do everything he can to extinguish his lingering doubts of his royal title.

Witnessing the effects of war on her father, Issi has dreamt of a life of healing. Following the honeyed voice only she hears - the spirit that leads her straight into becoming a Telmarine prisoner of war – Issi promises to nurture Narnia (whatever that was) the best way she knew how, but found herself rebuilding a King desperate for some sanctuary, all the while fighting off the growing urge to do him and his family harm.

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Excerpt:

Peter had been the first to stop talking about it. He had more important things to worry about, as he had reminded them. Being in touch with their mom. Learning what he could from the professor. If they were to get back to Narnia, he would say, then it would happen when it happened. Still, Edmund could see his frustration in the way he rolled back his shoulders when he was spoken to by teachers, held deep in his eyes when people tried to withhold information from him. Could hear it in the way he wondered why Edmund and Lucy couldn't just "do what they were told" without complaining. Susan had soon followed Peter's example. She was more patient with Edmund and Lucy, and how often she found them in the room with the wardrobe. And how often she would usher them out. She grew out of the more childish games Lucy wanted to play. Quickly, yet gently, stopped discussions on what they "would be doing in Narnia right now" as they had already lived a full live there, and didn't need to dwell on it anymore. After a while, Lucy knew not to bring it up. Yet, Edmund could still find her on occasion, just sitting in the room with the wardrobe, looking up at the big heavy door. Watching. Waiting. Hoping. Would smile a secret smile as a memory came to her. How patient she was with everyone that deemed her to be a little girl with her head up in the clouds. She had never lost faith. It was almost annoying. They were told they wouldn't be away home for long. They were told they would be able to return to Narnia. He had been told he could be made a king, and all he had to do was bring his brother and sisters to Jadis. It had been a year.

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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.

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