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svenskkaktus · 1 month
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chrisili · 5 months
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My apologies
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Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x fem!reader
Summary: You and Edmund have to explore the underground together, alone and you punch him in his face. Accidentally.
Warnings: Make out session
Genre: fluff, rom-com
Word count: 2,3k
A.N.: So extremely obsessed with Narnia currently sooo here you go. This is in the time of Prince Caspian just for the plot but I imagine Edmund a little older here.
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“Cas, wait! Woah,” while you were, almost casing, after your brother you tripped on a rock. You two were currently in the woods walking to your base where all the other humans, animals, dwarfs, centaurs and what not, were stationed. Caspian turns around to look at you almost tripping on a stone, let’s say he didn’t exactly try to be decent.
“Sister, if you keep this up the King is never gonna want you.” He said laughing while holding you to steady yourself. You look at him half blank, half annoyed. “Yes I am sure out of all the possible situations in the world, tripping in the woods would be THE reason for King Edmund to not be interested in me.” You slap his arm as he tries to help you and you resume your path. “Anyways, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. You and the High King Peter assigned me and Edmund to go deeper into the base to explore, to see if we find something useful, right? So, naturally, my question is, why the hell would you do that to me?”
Caspian pulls an arm around your shoulder while he walks with you, “why dear sister, here I thought I was doing you a favor? You obviously like the King and he obviously likes you back so why not spend some time with each other, together eh?”
You nod your head and squint your eyebrows sarcastically. “You know, that is a great idea! How about you send me to uncles castle and we can die there, together eh?”
Caspian looks at you suprised. “I don’t understand?” You roll your eyes, “clearly.”
“Brother tell me, have you maybe noticed how I act around the King?” Y/N asked while they were now on the big meadow in front of their base. As narrator, I have to agree with Y/N. With the handsome dark haired King around her, her head gets all blurry and it is hard for her to think. Although she really likes him she starts being more sarcastic than she already is when she sees his big brown eyes. With Caspian not taking your nervousness seriously and High King Peter actually adoring the thought of his little brother and Y/N, there was nothing to be done.
So you and King Edmund were now in the underground, exploring, dying (Just kidding, only you were, out of nervousness). Edmund was holing up his flashlight to look around, while you were holding a regular torch. You guys didn’t actually talk a lot because your brother was right, the King liked you back so naturally he was pretty nervous too.
“King Ed-” congratulations, you started chocking on your own saliva not even having spoken two words! You cough a little so your voice would come back. “I apologize, King Edmund. I was just wondering why your thing is a lot brighter than mine.” Edmund looked at you and chuckles, which warmed your heart and made your cheeks slightly pink, not that it mattered because it was too dark anyways.
“It’s a flashlight. It has batteries in it, it’s actually hard to explain.” He said scratching his neck. You just nod and kick yourself mentally for even bringing it up. As you two walk further you come across a kind of door frame. There was the frame but no door and in the room behind it was heavy blue lighting, shining though the ceiling, which was of course the moon. You both walked in and not even a minute later a heavy metal door was falling in to the frame. Both your heads turn immediately and you run up to the door.
“No, no, no, no. No please open, please don’t noo…..” you whine while hitting and punching the door to get out. As you realize that the door doesn’t actually open you drop your head with closed eyes.
“I didn’t realize it is such a burden for you to be alone with me.” Edmund said in a sarcastic voice while he just continued walking into the room, which was by the way massive. Not really a room, more like a cave. You turn your head to Edmund and then you started walking after him. “Your Highness I apologize deeply, again. It is not a burden being with you. It is just…” He turns around to look at you, you both standing pretty close to each other while he looks you deep in the eyes. You look back into his and you start giggling covering your mouth. Edmund lifted an eyebrow at you but before he could respond you heard a loud sound coming from the cave.
Both of you slowly walk into the direction where you heard the sound coming from. “I think you should go and look.” You say standing on your tip toes to get a better look from afar.
“Me?” Edmund says also looking into the dark in front of him.
“Mhm.”
“I think it would be better if you went.” Edmund said.
“Funny, because I don’t agree with your opinion in the slightest.”
He turns to you with an imitating look. “Your Highness.” You add.
Edmund breathes out heavily and starts walking up ahead. The further he goes the more he disappeared until nothing was left but darkness again. You started to kind of freak out in your head, because what’s being worse than being alone with Edmund in a cave is being alone with dead Edmund in a cave.
“Your Highness? Your Majesty? King Edmund?” You yell into the dark not getting an answer back. It would be an understatement saying that you were shitting your pants at this point. But you completely lost it when something tabbed your shoulder, your screamed as loud as you could throwing a punch at Edmund. Yes your read that right, the thing tabbing your shoulder was Edmund who was actually excited to prank you a little bit but now he was just holding his eye while tumbling back. “OW!” He yelled painfully while kind of falling and sitting on the ground. You run up to him and kneel beside him.
“I am so sorry my lord! I didn't see you! I thought it was something that wants to murder me, I was looking out for you and you didn’t come back, I got so scared without you so, oh please my King forgive me. I didn’t mean to really!” You keep rambling about how you are sorry while pulling a beautiful lace handkerchief out of your small satchel. You put some water onto it, also from your satchel and you start to lightly tab it on to the kings, now blue, eye. He hisses at first and moved away because of his reflexes but lets it happen right after. His eyes are closed while sitting there with you, you try to cool his eyes while no one was talking. You were deeply ashamed having punched the love of your life, I mean the king. (obviously)
“First you can’t bare being in one room with me alone and now you punch me in the face, you must really hate me.” He laughs a little still eyes closed. You take his hand with both of your hands, your words desperate. “Oh no, no your Highness. Quite the opposite really! I, in fact like you so much that I am strongly ashamed of myself. I’ve never been so ashamed in my life my lord, I mean it. Around you my head gets dizzy and I don’t know what to do or how to speak, what to say or how to act. I didn’t want to be in a room with you because I was afraid I was going to mess this up, which I obviously did. I don’t expect you to forgive me for I have done such a terrible thing.”
Silence. Deafening silence. Edmund opened his left eye (the good one) and looks up to you. (You kneeling and him sitting you were above him)
“You always hit people in the face you ‘like so much’?” He asks mockingly and you look blankly at him with your eyes building up some tears. When he sees your tears his face changes, he sits up and cups your face with his warm hands. He removes your tears with his thumbs repeatedly because you just wouldn’t stop crying.
“Y/N now I have to apologize. I was insensitive, I shouldn’t have mocked you about your feelings. Please stop crying, I can hardly see your beautiful eyes.”
Your heart stopped beating and you died on the spot, at least that’s what it felt like. “My what?” You said almost whispering, having stopped crying immediately and just looking blankly into Edmunds face. He smiled a little while holding your face softly.
“Your beautiful eyes, I always love looking at them. Just like the rest of you actually… I really like looking at you. Does that sound awkward? It does, doesn’t it?” He says dropping his arms while staring at the very interesting stone floor.
“Your Highness, I like looking at you a lot too.” You say smiling and he looks up at you again. He really wanted to keep staring into your eyes but for some unknown reason his eyes started to look at your lips instead. He took your face into his hands again to pull you closer and just before your lips were touching, he looked at you again, asking permission. You smiled and closed the distance between you.
Both of your eyes were closed, I mean his anyways because you hit him but still. You put one of your hands on his shoulder while moving the other one to cup his hand that is still cupping your face. It was just a peck but when he was about to pull away, you pulled him back in. This time moving your lips against his. Edmund was smiling widely into the passionate kiss while moving one hand down your neck. Without realizing it you climb onto his lab and kiss him faster now, both of your breathing sped up and you could hardly keep your hands to yourself. He actually bit your lip and you moaned a little into his mouth, that’s when you pulled away.
You looked at each other breathing fast, hair messy and unable to speak. Edmund tho was the first to say something. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. I went too far.” You shook your head. “No that is not it. It’s just I mean, it’s not really romantic here.” You say laughing a little and he starts laughing with you. Both of you helped each other up, having hearts in all three of your eyes.
Edmund told you then that when he went into the dark he actually came back through the dark, meaning it was kind of a loop.
“Are you saying we are trapped in here forever?!” You exclaim looking shocked.
“I don’t know, it seems to be some sort of magic, we could climb the wall but I don’t know if we fit through the holes.” He says looking up at the ceiling.
“Your Highness, no offense but even if I wanted to I couldn’t climb these walls, any walls for that matter.”
“Edmund.” He says not looking away from the ceiling.
“Excuse me?” You ask back.
“It’s Edmund, not ‘your Highness’.”
“How about, my love?” You ask chuckling and he looks at you blankly.
“Or not, it was just a thou-” you couldn’t finish your sentence because Edmunds lips pecked yours smiling. “I would like that very much, my queen.” He says kissing your cheek.
You couldn’t say anything because another voice appeared. “Edmund? Y/N? Are you in there?” You hear King Peter yelling from the other side of the metal door. Edmund rushed over to the door and yelled back. “Yes Peter, we are in here! Do you think you can open the door from outside?” Not having even finished, the door went up and on the other side were Peter and Caspian smiling.
“You idiot! You planned all of this didn’t you!” You yelled at your brother, storming to him and hitting his arm. He tries to shield himself with his hands while he was laughing. “So what it worked, didn’t it?”
“How did you use magic?” Edmund asked his brother.
“What are you talking about?” Peter said confused.
“The cave, it brought me back when I tried to walk further.” Peter started to laugh, “no offense brother but I think you might have lost your orientation in there blaming it on some magic." Edmund just scoffed and turned to his left.
“Oh god, Edmund what happened to your eye!” Peter asked worried wanting to touch Edmunds eye softly but Edmund slapped Peters hand away. “Y/N punched me.” On command, Caspian hit your arm hard. “OW! What was that for!?” You exclaimed while holding your arm. “How dare you punch the king of Narnia! You should apologize!” Caspian answers with a joking angry face. “Oh I’ll apologize all right!” So you and your brother actually started hitting each other or something.
Edmund then took you by your shoulders, away from Caspian walking with your hand in his. He took you out so you both stood under the moonlight, kissing each other softly.
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The Peter Pevensie post did well.
Here's Edmund.
Edmund has trouble putting down his chess pieces that first time. In Narnia he could assume his opponent knew what he was doing, that chess was not just a game, that sacrificing pieces meant a unit, an officer, a collection of friends never seen again.
No one remembers that back in England, where chess is just a game, not a play preparing you for war.
He loses badly the first few times, too often distracted by thoughts of his dead friends. Thoughts of the ones alive, that he hopes to see soon.
Then he becomes unbeatable. When chess is about strategy again, no longer conjures images of men dying, sacrificed to gain a tactical advantage, Edmund becomes a master. Chess champion, of his region, of the country. Not a piece too many suffers.
It takes a few months. Those first ones in boarding school, Peter has to guard him. When bullies gang up on him for his strange way of talking (as if generals listen to his advice), strange way of walking (as if there is a weight on his hip), strange way of behaving (as if there are servants for his every need) Peter protects him. They've seen protective brothers; they've never seen anything quite like Peter, who hits until bone breaks.
Edmund will often remark on how the punches thrown his way lack technique, don't really hurt.
Everyone wonders how a 110 lb 11 year old kid knows anything about punching technique. He's a scrawny white boy from the city, doesn't look even slightly dangerous. How many fights has he been in, everyone wonders, to know what type of blow breaks bone, how to collect fingers into a fist.
When he is not protected by his brother, he displays the tricks he learned in treacherous courts in fantasy lands where the men could snap him in half with half a finger, where monsters ruled. Where only his silver tongue kept him safe.
It keeps bullies far away from him. They're not just afraid of physical repercussions, but of being expelled, reputations ruined, careers unreachable before they begin.
Peter retaliates either way, physical punishment along with the other repercussions. Still, it's strange to hear that the lanky sleepwalking teen mostly interested in political science knows anything about fighting, about blood.
By the third month in boarding school, Edmund has the staff wrapped around his finger.
His tongue is as silver as the lion ring he wears. Ed can talk any opponent into submisson. He can talk any girl into his bed, too, despite other men vying for their company. Sometimes he does it just to prove a point. It earns him a few more fights than he had to be in, but that's okay.
The ones stupid, angry or brave enough to physically fight him learn fast Edmund isn't easy prey, that he knows how to fight, how to think, how to outmanouvre you. Peter is a tornado, all fury, but Ed fights like a chess master. No wasted movement, no unnecessary punches, not moving a single inch more than he has to.
Fighting Peter hurts. People soon find that fighting Ed discourages. He doesn't really seem all that hurt by fighting, often quips when taking a fist to the gut. He can deal blows so nasty you feel the effects two weeks after.
The ones that fight him in groups, still willing to try, meet Peter's fists in a dark ally.
Still Edmund never needed Peter. Their bond is strange, sure, Peter copying his younger brothers' notes without remark, asking for his advice often and seriously.
But both know politics is Edmund's territory. At the start, no one messes with him due to his big brother, who always seems to hit harder than boys his age.
In time, Ed is feared more. Differently.
A fight with the oldest Pevensie brother ends in the infirmary, a fight with the youngest ends your career, ambition, prospects with the ladies.
Edmund knows what he can do. Knows his brother can do it too, but does not prefer it. He is known for his silver tongue, his brilliant mind. Peter, more so for his steel boots.
He plays chess, studies politics, does it right. Highest marks in his class, many extra-curriculars, a seemingly unbreakable bond with his sisters and brother, which he visits often everyone. No one can understand them when they are together, a strange lilt in their voices. Some people are little scared of him. He's a debate champion, talks rounds around anyone. Excellent chef, even though he only cooks for friends.
He's loyal to a fault, clever like the devil, and a perfect gentleman. In an archaic way. Ed is the kind of man to have a hankerchief in his pocket.
That's why no one unserious dates Susan or Lucy. They all know anything unserious ends badly.
Gradually, people start to like Edmund, even if they feared him at first. His smile is devilish, but also charming. Ed is free in his head, in his hands. Brilliant in many different ways, including fencing. There is a rumour in the halls, after a while. That Ed likes men too.
But no one talks.
Edmund goes into politics. He has a family that is in the top echolon of decison making, an analytical mind. Edmund has a talent for justice. In his presence, no one feels left out, everybody is heard. Many feel that with Ed as their PM they are finally represented. A noble man, even with his bloody knuckles, the unimpressive surname.
A statesman in everything. Fashion, vocabulary, manners.
But still he believes in Narnia, goes to see the spectre.
He is facing his brother in the train, happy, talking about Narnia when it crashes.
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melodramastuff · 11 months
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Pedro Pascal getting ready for King Lear on Broadway (2019)
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sketchupnfries · 2 months
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Big ol Baldur's Gate 3 sketchdump of my Tav and Karlach, as well as some other random sketcheroos
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moonsbypadfoot · 3 months
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edmund, my love <3
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tenaciousgeckos · 19 days
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One of my favourite things about The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe is that CS Lewis very obviously knew that kids were going to go hunting in cupboards and wardrobes for Narnia because multiple times he very clearly states that the kids did not close the door behind them when they climbed in the wardrobe because that would be stupid and dangerous. He knew some kid would lock themselves in the closet and he obviously didn’t want to be responsible for that.
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maliagf · 1 year
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Edmund was a graver and quieter man than Peter, and great in council and judgement. He was called King Edmund the Just.
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emptyjunior · 5 months
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THINKIN about how Christmas time must be tough for Edmund cause what if he sees candies in shop windows and feels sick to his stomach. And what if he wakes up sweaty and feverish when first snow hits and he sees the frost on his window.
And what if what keeps him up isn't even the ice witch, that's not what he's afraid of anymore. It's the knowledge that in the afterlife his siblings are bound for Aslan's Country and he can't stop thinking that maybe Aslan won't come for him, maybe the lion remembers his betrayal. Maybe when he dies Lucy won't be able to find him, and he'll be wandering and wandering in that forest of pools forever
And what if he was just a Child, just a kid, and he goes to school the next day like he isn't King Edmund the Just, Duke of Lantern Waste, Count of the Western March and Knight of the Noble Order of the Table
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blcodyhell · 2 months
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Random Edmund Pevensie moments: 212/?
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Focus - Edmund Pevensie Smut
MDNI!
Summary: You and Edmund haven't seen each other all day, making you two very touch starved.
Warnings: Language, smut
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"Oh my lord."
You haven't seen Edmund all day. His side of the bed was empty when you had woken up, his morning meeting had gone into lunch, and you had a political affairs meeting with Susan during his break.
It's currently around 10pm and you are sitting in an armchair reading a book about Narnian history waiting for him to return from his evening meeting with Peter and Caspian. 
"Peter, how many bloody times have I told you? When I leave the meeting room, no work talk. It is ten bloody pm! We will handle it tomorrow!" Edmund's strong voice rings out in the hallway.
You don't hear Peter's reply as the door opens and closes. Edmund sighs as he removes his crown and cape, setting them on the dresser.
"Y/N you don't know how long of a day it has been. You look up at him, catching his flaring gaze already on yours.
Smiling, you set your book down before getting up and crossing to him. His hands immediately settle on your waist, bringing you closer before placing his lips on yours. Your hands travel up his chest, landing on his neck, deepening the kiss. You feel his hands glide up your back as he turns you around to pin you to the door. His mouth travels down your jaw to your neck as his arms dip down to pick you up. You mindlessly wrap your legs around his waist, bringing you to meet his height. 
He brings the two of you to your bed, setting you down and climbing on top of you. His lips sink to your neck, planting kisses from your jawline to your collarbone. The feeling gives you shivers and Edmund chuckles at your reaction to the simple gesture. His large hands find the bottom of your nightgown and bring it up over your head to pull it off. Even though you two had done this countless times, you never failed to feel embarrassed when he looks at you naked. His gaze meets yours, pure lust clouding his eyes. 
"You are the most fucking perfect person in the entire world." His kind words make you flush, covering your face with your hands. He guides them back down and kisses you. His hands travel up your bare torso, feeling every perfect curve and cherishing every ounce of skin he can touch.
His lips leave yours and find your neck once again, before traveling down to your chest. The anticipation causes a throb between your legs and you try and squeeze them together to obtain some sort of relief. Edmund catches this and quickly places his knee between your thighs, lightly brushing your core. 
You gasp at the sensation of his rough trousers rubbing the light cotton of your panties. His mouth finds your right breast, bringing the peak into his mouth, teeth grazing your nipple. You let out a strangled moan. Your hand clamps over your mouth, knowing Peter is in the next room. He rips your hand away from your face. 
"I don't fucking care if he hears. He kept you from me all day. He has to deal with the bloody consequences." He returns his attention to your chest, doing the same to your left breast.
His right-hand dips down to your inner thigh, bringing it up, closer to your core, his knuckles brushing up your covered folds. Your hips lift off the bed and he places his forearm down on your hips, keeping you still. His mouth retreats from your chest, placing a trail of kisses down your stomach and to your thighs. As he resettles himself between your legs, he kisses up and down your inner thighs. His nose brushes right over your core, the slick there dampening your undergarment. He brings his hands to the sides of your panties, guiding them down your legs before returning back to your throbbing heat.
His arm returns to your hips, placing just enough pressure to keep you still. His eyes meet yours and bloody hell. The site is erotic. His hungry gaze sends more shivers through your body as you feel his heavy breaths on you.
"If you cover up your pretty little sounds I will stop immediately and edge you until you beg me to let you come." The words shock you, sending another round of wetness to your core. His eyes glaze over at the sight. "Grab on to the headboard my darling." 
You obey as his perfect mouth makes contact with your slit, devouring you. You cannot help the animalistic sounds coming out of you. You know Peter is screaming into his pillow in the next room over but to you two? It's part of the fun.
Edmunds's tongue finds your clit, bringing it into his mouth and sucking. You let out a wild moan and despite the arm on your waist, your hips buck off of the bed before he slams them back down. His eyes flash to yours as he growls into your core, the vibrations sending a new sensation into your sex. You throw your head back, a long scream ripping from your body and your hand leaves the headboard, landing in his hair, shoving him further into your arousal. His tongue makes small, delectable circles on your clit, dipping down to your entrance to taste you. You feel your orgasm building as his tongue sinks inside of you. You scream as you come all the while Edmund is licking you clean, showing no signs of mercy or stopping. 
The hand not holding you down works its way between your legs. As his mouth continues to devour you, his thumb works its way to your slit, slipping into you for a millisecond. 
Another string of moans leaves your mouth, pushing Edmund's head even further into you. He pushes his index finger into you, the wonderful feeling doubling. 
"Ah- Edmund, please-." A smile creeps on his face as he continues to push his fingers into you.
Suddenly, the sensation you felt moments before disappears as Edmund draws his hand back.
"Wha- why did you stop?" Panting, you look at Edmund with flushed cheeks. His dark figure towers over you, his hair damp with sweat. He's beautiful, and the desire on his face sends a fresh wave of heat in between your thighs. Edmund smirks before leaning down to whisper in your ear.
"Are you ready for something a little bigger, my love?"
Your cheeks flush and he grins wickedly.
"Don't tell me you're nervous." He unfastens his pants, maintaining eye contact with you. You wait with bated breath as he climbs on top of you.
He lines himself up with your entrance, pushing in the tiniest bit, wanting to make you wait even more.
"Edmund..." You whisper, pleading with him to just do it already.
"Yes?" It is hard to focus when his strong arms are by your head, his toned body hovering over you, his handsome face is above you, and of course when his dick is just barely inside you.
You glare at him.
He laughs, pushing into you, coaxing a long moan out of you. Edmund groans into your neck, loving the feeling of you around him. He starts pumping into you, his arm muscles flexing by your head, and for a moment you are grateful for all of the training he does.
"Focus, M'Lady." The nickname brings you back to reality and you find him smirking at you, the sheen of sweat across his forehead making him look devilishly handsome. His head falls into your shoulder, moaning into your skin. "Tell me you were thinking about me just now." As if he were jealous, his pace quickens, making you whine and grasp for him more. His pace is brutal, you can't form coherent sentences.
"Yes- fuck Edmund. Oh my god. Only... You. Only you." His teeth sink into your neck. "Fuck!" Your hands tangle into his hair, pulling him closer to you.
He brings his mouth to yours, capturing you in a kiss. You both moan into the kiss, nearing your highs.
Edmund's thrusts become sloppy as he loses control.
With a final push into you, you both come, a wave of pleasure washing over the two of you. He pulls away from your mouth, grinning at you.
"Bloody brilliant." You laugh as he rolls off of your body, pulling you to him. "You're so bloody brilliant."
:)
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lividjungle · 4 months
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edmund normal moments
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floatyflowers · 1 year
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Dark Male! Queen Jadis 'The White Witch' x Reader
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The moment you found yourself in Narnia, you felt scared, yet at the same time mesmerized by your new surroundings.
You thought you were all alone in this place until you met him.
King Jadis.
A very handsome man, even though having a cold expression painted on his face, you couldn't help but trust him.
Placing his fur coat around your cold body and showing you kindness was enough to make you feel allured by Jadis.
Yet, there's a voice deep down that screamed for you to run away, that this king has no good intention towards you.
But, it was already too late for you to back away.
At first, he kept his act up until you two got married, then his true face showed.
You realize by the time that Jadis who told you that he is the king of Narnia is a vile and cruel warlock and Aslan is the opposite of what Jadis described him to be.
There was no chance of escaping for you, and you are left all day in the palace, treated more like a doll then a human being by your own husband.
However, when you try to escape and get caught, you finally let out all of your emotions.
"What do you expect me to do, sit around all day and look pretty to you while you kill others? We can't even have children together!"
Jadis only focused on the last sentence, thinking that you wanted to have children.
That's when Edmund comes into the equation.
"She would love you as a son, and you will be a prince befitting to be the son of mine and my wife, Edmund"
When Jadis brought the ten-year-old boy to you, as expected you cheer at the sight of him, especially since Edmund is from the same world as you.
Jadis thought that this would fix the crack in his relationship with you.
But instead, it turns out Edmund and his siblings will be the ones to save you from him.
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dailytlk · 1 year
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OSBERT & EDMUND. THE LAST KINGDOM: SEVEN KINGS MUST DIE (2023)
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dobythealpaca · 4 months
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been a while since ive drawn these guys huh
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bananaphone---t · 4 months
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[In response to this post] For all my Eugene whump fans who I know were dying for the full version of this fight (without cutting back and forth)...
Eugene VS. The Brotherhood
You're welcome. ❤️‍🩹
And for those who want screenshots, they'll be coming soon. 💕
There's also a YouTube link:
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