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Firelight and Starshine

(Edmund Pevensie x Reader Smut)

[ Requested by @duxpuella - I have a edmundxreader smut (while he was still a king, by his 21 birthday or something) where he falls for a fire witch? I have the scenario in mind, would probably be his birthday or something and the witch would sing along the fauns and make the fire "dance"(??)- (it's not exactly how you imagined, I think, but I hope it's okay!)]

Edmund hardly ventured to the revels in the woods. He knew they were quite fun and turned rowdy by the time night fell- Lucy was a constant guest at these revels, and she would regale her siblings with tales of what fun had happened- but he avoided them.

It wasn't because he was all work and play- he quite liked playing, in fact- but he knew that revels meant inebriation, and inebriation meant losing control of oneself.

And he did not ever intend to lose control of himself ever again.

Which made his current predicament all the worse.

His feelings- blech- were out of control.

And he couldn't stop them.

Worst of all- these feelings were regarding a witch.

She wasn't a bad witch, Susan had hastened to assure as she'd accompanied her into the ballroom- but Edmund had been wary.

She was from Galma- a witch of fire and the Duchess of Galma's primary advisor- and she was the island's chosen representative for that week's council.

She'd been supposed to stay only for a week, but she'd chosen to remain there for good, saying- with a not-so-subtle glance at the Just- that she belonged more in Narnia, amidst the magic and the fantasy, than she ever had in Galma.

She did not move into Cair Paravel- thank Aslan for small mercies, or Edmund would've clawed his hair out by the end of one week- but in a cottage near the Dancing Lawn.

But she visited, often- Susan and Lucy were quite taken with her- and made Ed's skin crawl and his blood thrum every time he caught sight of her.

The name is Y/N, she'd spoken with a shy smile as she'd come face-to-face with the younger King for the first time in the ballroom. She'd curtseyed, her (H/C) hair falling over her bare shoulders, and Edmund- transfixed- had taken her hand, and pressed his lips to it. Her smile had turned sultry, her eyes alight with flame and desire, and she'd walked away.

She had left his presence, but she hadn't left his thoughts.

And it was driving him mad. He couldn't concentrate. He couldn't sleep- and when he could sleep, he would dream of her, and would wake up hard and in agony. He hated her already- how could he possibly be so infatuated with someone- and that too a witch?

He would've forgotten it was his twenty-first birthday, too, had it not been for Lucy's cheery wish that morning.

“Your Majesty?” Someone was speaking.

He was startled out of his thoughts, and he looked beside him to see- her.

It was her.

Speak of the devil...

“Lady Y/N.” He bowed his head stiffly. He was out in the Gardens, resting on one of the benches after a particularly strenuous sparring matches with his brother- he'd won, of course, but Peter had laughed it off, saying he'd gone easy on him because it was his birthday.

He usually would've gone in to bathe, but he wanted to enjoy the cool breeze while he could- and he was certain that as soon as he entered the castle, Susan would descend upon him and demand that he decide on a 'theme' for his Ball, which was to be the next weekend. “I was not aware you were visiting.”

“I'm not- I was just on my way to Owlswood.” Her tone was cold, as she could sense the Just King's checked animosity. What had she ever done to him in the few months she had know him? Smiled? “I was looking for Queen Lucy- she likes to come with me to the revels-”

“Lucy and Susan are busy, at the moment.” He said- and at her questioning gaze, he continued, “They- they're planning my- my birthday Ball.”

“Oh! Is it your birthday?” Despite her coolness towards him, she managed to smile and take a seat next to him. “Happy Birthday, Your Majesty, and my best well-wishes for your future life.”

“Thank you, my Lady-”

“I'm not a Lady.” She shook her head- she hadn't had the heart to correct anyone else, but she didn't want be false in front of the young King. She snapped her fingers, and a flame bloomed at the tip of her index finger. “I'm just a lucky witch.”

“You're the Galmese Duchess's advisor-”

“Yes. I advise her. But even to her, like I am to everyone, I'm just a sinful creature, a beast- but with one saving grace- my intellect. I have no noble position, no eminent title.”

Sinful.

She was sinful.

But not in the way she thought- not to him.

“You're not-”

“Please, Your Majesty. I'm not stupid. I know why you look at me the way that you do-” The fire in her eyes had dimmed, as she looked to the ground, “I know you have an especial hate towards the White Witch, and that your wariness towards other witches is justified.”

“Yes.” He would not lie. She was bewitching, but he did not want to be bewitched. She enamoured him, but he wanted free of her beguiles. “You're quite right. I mistrust witches far more than the average person does.”

She nodded, accepting his words, but couldn't not say, “There's something more than just mistrust when you look at me.”

He swallowed, and ran a hand through his hair, “You're close with my sisters. I'm protective of them.”

“I wasn't aware that lust for me comes from being an overprotective brother.” Y/N said calmly, before getting to her feet. She could feel how hot his temperature was, despite the pleasant spring day- how it always was when she was near- and it made her ache to feel his warm body against hers. The fullness of his lips, the freckles of his cheeks- oh, she wondered if the rest of him was freckled as well- the leanness of his legs and shoulders- she had felt drunk just looking at him.

But his curt tone had sobered her, and before he could respond, she curtseyed again, saying, “I'll take your leave now. One mustn't be too late, even to revels.”

-

Edmund was in distress. Her words had alarmed him- did she know how much he wanted her, and how he longed to tear her clothes off and have her? Did she know she drove him crazy?

Most importantly- did she feel the same?

He was so lost in his thoughts that he did everything absently- he walked up to his room absently, narrowly avoiding his elder sister; he bathed absently, getting more soap on the floor than on him; and it wasn't until he'd tried to put boots on his head that his reverie broke.

He couldn't take it anymore. This confusion, this bitterness, this unwanted desire- he had to get rid of it. Somehow- anyhow- he had to get it out of his mind and out of his life.

The world had darkened, the sky now a purplish-black- and he heard the revel before he saw it- he could hear laughter and dancing hooves, and the crackling of flames, and his heart beat just a bit faster.

Fire meant Y/N.

He bade Phillip to wait, and he slipped into the clearing where the fauns and nymphs and humans- humans had migrated to Narnia from the other countries, after the coronation- danced and laughed and drank and kissed.

Hiding behind a tree- he wasn't sure how they would react to seeing the Just King there- he spied on the party, his eyes searching for the captivating witch. He could see dwarves, he could see dryads, he could see- was that Mr. Fox!?- but he couldn't see the one he craved.

His heart began to sink- but then he saw her, almost hidden by the bonfire.

She was standing to the right of it- she'd discarded the cloak she'd been wearing earlier, and now was clad in a plain, sleeveless gown, the same colour as cherries. She was singing and laughing, her hair open and cascading down her back, and she was twirling her fingers at the fire, which swayed in tune to the music of the faun-flutes.

She looked beautiful.

And Edmund knew he must leave. Whatever he'd been planning to do- he wouldn't yell at her just to vent his own sick urges. He was not the hateful boy he had been, and he put others' feelings before his own satisfaction.

He'd been about to turn and leave, when suddenly the flame rose higher, taller than the trees, and there was a collective yelp from the crowd.

He was about to jump and help however he could, when the fire calmed and so did the people.

She wasn't singing anymore, and her hands had dropped to her sides- she was staring right at him, her expression grim.

Oh, hells. He hadn't meant for her to see him- he'd been about to go away!

And now she was- fuck, she was walking towards him-

“Why are you here?” She asked, wrapping her arms around herself. She'd felt warm by the fire, but she felt warmer still in his presence. That never happened. She was warmer than normal beings- they usually cooled her down, not heated her up!

The Just King had an effect on her, that no one had ever had.

She didn't know she felt about it.

“I-” He swallowed. He'd always been smooth and silver-tongued in his reign- but now he felt horribly tongue-tied. Her gown was low-cut, and he had to work to not let his eyes drop to her chest. “I don't know.”

She snorted, “I doubt that there is anything in the world that you do not know, Your Maj-”

“Edmund!” He spoke without thinking- he wanted to hear her deep, lovely voice say her name. She was so close to him- there was hardly a sword's-length between them. “Please- call me Edmund.”

She looked at him, her eyes wide and irises blazing.

She licked her lips, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, and he hated her more than ever.

He hated her, because he didn't hate her.

“I- Edmund-”

He couldn't take it anymore- he couldn't hold himself back anymore- she was so dazzling and so scintillating, and her lips were parting, and- and he pulled her into his arms.

Their lips were an inch from each other, and it was unbearable to both that they weren't kissing already.

But Edmund wasn't about to kiss her without her consent.

“If you don't kiss me right now, Edmund Pevensie,” Her voice was low and trembling, “I will literally light you on fire.”

And there it was, her consent.

So he dipped his head low, and pressed his lips to hers.

The kiss began tentative and chaste- Y/N was cautious, and Edmund was struggling- but as she pushed her tongue into his mouth, and he moaned, pushing her against a tree- whatever inhibition, whatever reluctance, whatever apprehension there had been disappeared.

“Y/N.” He murmured, as if her name was a prayer and a divine song- kissing her jaw, before slipping his hands inside her blouse and cupping her breast. He rubbed his fingers over the nipple, which hardened as he touched it, and he wanted to lick it. “Y/N.”

She could feel herself get hotter and wetter all at once, and it took everything she had in her to not rip his garments off and have her way with him.

Her fingers danced along the hem of his tunic- pesky clothes- and then she tugged the shirt up, wanting to- no, needing to feel more. She broke away from the kiss long enough to pull the tunic over his head and drop it onto the grassy floor, and running her hands over his smooth stomach. He had freckles over his shoulders, continuing over to his back, and a thin trail of hair began from his navel, disappearing into his breeches- a trail she yearned to follow.

Her toes curled as she met his lips in another kiss- he was soft and furious and caring and bold all at once, and she moaned his name again, the most beautiful name she'd ever heard, as he traced circles around her breast.

“Edmund.”

She was much too clothed, he couldn't help thinking as he brought his hands out to rest on her waist- he wanted to touch her, he wanted to kiss her all over, but everywhere his hands went, there was fabric-

“May I?” He murmured, ghosting his fingers over the bows at the back which held her gown together. One jerk, and the dress would go tumbling down...

“Don't want to be the only naked one?” She asked teasingly- he wasn't fully naked, yet, but she intended to change that soon- before nodding. Immediately, he tugged the bow, and the top loosened, falling from her torso, and he pulled her close to him, their chests pressing against each other, and he wrenched her gown down, so that it lay on the ground in a scarlet puddle.

She was firelight and starshine brought to life, he thought, captivated. The curve of her hips and breasts, the arch of her back- he gazed at her, drinking her in- from the scar at her collarbone to the thin piece of cloth covering her most intimate part.

He pushed her against the tree again, harder, their lips crashing against each other- she didn't even care about the bark of the tree digging into her back, as he slipped his hand into her knickers, rubbing her clit until her juices coated his fingers- she was panting, “Faster,” wound tight and driven to the edge, and- although neither of them were aware- the fire in the clearing rose ten feet into the air with every flick he gave her nub.

“Sto-stop.” She didn't want to come like this, she didn't want to unravel before him, she wanted to be inside him when she exploded in bliss.

He paused the movement of his fingers, and looked at her, alarmed.

Her eyes were fluttering, and she was gasping, and her chest rose and fell heavily, as though she was having trouble breathing.

“Are you alright?” Had he done something- wrong? Had he gone too fast, too soon? He'd been intoxicated off the sound of her breathy moans- and he'd forgotten who he was, that she was a witch, that they were in a bloody forest- all he knew was that she was, in his arms, her lips on his, and that was that mattered. “Should I stop-”

“No!” Her eyes glowed orange, and she fumbled with the belt of his breeches. If he stopped, if he pulled away, she would explode. “Just- need you-”

He caught at her hand, and lifted her chin up to look at him. Her mouth was trembling, fire flickering in her eyes, and he knew she could feel how hard he was, just as how he had felt how wet she was- but he was not going to fuck her against a tree, two feet from a crowded revel.

“Not here.”

She wanted to whimper.

He looked behind him- there was nothing but trees and darkness, but- aptly for someone decreed to the Woods- he knew that, not far from here, they would find a smaller clearing, bathed in moonshine, where they could make love and lie clasped together.

He bent and picked up her gown, and arranged it around her shoulders as a cloak, and Y/N managed to scoff, saying, “I won't catch cold. I'm a fire witch. I can keep myself warm even in the iciest of winters.”

“It's not to keep you safe from the cold.” He pointed out, as he took her hand and they began walking. “It's to keep me from losing control and ravishing you on the way.”

They strolled in silence, with only the hooting of the owls breaking through their soundless bubble.

Y/N couldn't help but notice that he had failed to put on his tunic and was trembling due to the coolness of the night. She made her palm grow hotter, not enough to scald him but enough to comfort him, and he squeezed her hand tighter, as he led her ahead.

Finally, they were there. A clearing, beringed by trees and covered in wildflowers, the size of a small council-room.

He had spent time in the first years after his coronation here- reading, or practicing swordplay on his own, or just sitting and trying to soothe his mind and soul amidst nature.

And now, as a twenty-one year old, he'd be sating his body's desires.

Seemed about right.

Y/N shrugged, the gown falling off her shoulders, and in another instant, they were in each other's embrace again, fumbling to take off her knickers and his belt, kissing and giggling as they tumbled onto the ground.

Edmund kissed down her neck and chest, sucking and licking- she gasped as she felt his teeth on her skin, and she knew when she would look in the mirror the next day, she'd be covered in love-bites-

Somehow, the thought made her quiver with rapture.

She rolled her hips against him as his mouth reached the top of her breasts, and he groaned, the friction making his erection harder than ever.

“Torture.” He murmured, as her fingertips flitted over his back and slipped inside his breeches, resting on his ass. “You, you witch, torture me.”

She raised her brow, and moved her hand to cup his cock- and he let out a shaky breath.

“You seem to like it, my King.” She whispered, stroking him- his dark eyes darkened even more, like a night sky without the moon and stars. “But I think you'd like it more if you were inside me.”

She hastened the speed of her stroking.

“If you were thrusting into me.”

His eyes closed in ecstasy.

“If we came undone as one.”

She pulled out her hand.

“Witch.” He hissed, as he knew he had fallen as deep for her as a child would into a well. He hooked a finger into her knickers, dragging them down, just before she pushed down his breeches with her feet- and he wanted to bury his face between her legs, tease her with his tongue, watch her lovely face as she orgasmed, but his cock was twitching, and she was biting her lip, her cheeks flushed and her hips bucking, and he knew there was time for that later.

He brought his head down and kissed her, just as he entered her, her slickness and tightness and moans making this the best birthday he'd ever had.

Y/N didn't have to tell him to go faster this time, which was probably good because she couldn't even think right then, much less say anything, as he started pumping in and out, and her walls clenched and throbbed around him, both of them not far from the sweetness and bliss of orgasmic ecstasy.

He dug his nails into her hips and she fisted her hands in his hair, their tongues dancing together- until both of their eyes closed and mouths opened in euphoria, clutching each other as they shuddered apart as one.

Witches, he mistrusted- he mused soon after, as she wrapped her legs around his waist and he kissed her clit- but Y/N, he rather liked.

-

Edmund One-Shot (Modern) - How You Met

A/N

Omg I haven’t posted in sooo looooong. Well, here ya go.

E/C = Eye Colour

You walked down the corridor in your favourite worn out jeans, a red and black flannel shirt , and your signature brown ankle boots. It was the first day back at school, and you were carrying your books for the next period, your backpack haphazardly thrown on your right shoulder. You didn't really care what people thought of you; all you cared about was getting to the lesson before that damn bell. Since you were looking down, you didn't notice someone was in front of you until you found yourself on the floor.

"I'm so sorry, are you okay?" a male voice exclaimed. You looked up, your heart stopping for a millisecond. It was Edmund Pevensie. The most popular boy in your year, and arguably in the entire main school. You immediately felt uncomfortable. You didn't have much of an opinion on him, but you always preferred to stay in the shadows, and were perfectly happy to go unseen.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry, it was my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going." You replied, collecting yourself. You thanked the stars that the corridor wasn't full. You looked down, not noticing Edmund quickly turn around and glare at his older brother, who held his hands up as if to say "what?" before turning around and walking away, trying to suppress his laughter. With a sigh, Edmund turned back round to you, extending his hand.

"I'm Edmund. Edmund Pevensie" He said.

"I know." a beat passed. "Sorry, that sounds weird, I just mean that I know your name because most people do, and I've seen you around, and, yeah I'm going to stop talking now." You got out in one breath, blushing in embarrassment as he you accepted his hand, and you were pulled from the floor.

"I'm Y/N." you said in a small voice, finally introducing yourself.

"I know." You looked up to see an impish grin on the young Pevensie's face. You stared at each other, and a second passed before you both chuckled, albeit awkwardly, as you bent down to collect your things.

As you checked over everything, you noticed you were missing a textbook. Then, it came into your line of eyesight, attached to Edmund's pale hand. You looked up, noticing he was observing you with a small smile on his face. Muttering a quiet thank you, you took the book, but your eyes widened seeing the watch on his wrist.

"Oh god! It's almost time for class!" you exclaimed. The ebony-haired boy looked at his watch, his eyes widening too as he saw the time.

"Shit!" he cursed, turning back to you. "Sorry for bumping into you Y/N, I'll...see you around?" he asked, his hazel eyes bright and...hopeful?

"Oh, um, yeah, I...I guess so." you replied, unsure of yourself.

"Great!" he exclaimed, excited, "Bye!" you close-enough-to-waved back until he turned around. Just then, the bell rang, and you took off down the corridor, just making it in time and almost forgetting about your encounter with the dark-haired Pevensie. Almost.

***

Edmund silently copied down what was on the board, his thoughts centred on the E/C girl for around the 1000th time. He'd liked her since Year 9, when she moved up a year from Year 8. He was also mentally cursing his older brother and his sixth-form free periods, which he seemed to think was a perfect time to visit his younger brother and push him into his year-long crush. He had to give himself some credit though – he handled the situation pretty well. The door opened and he looked up, and who should enter but Y/N. She turned to the teacher and explained that she had a music lesson. The teacher nodded.

"That's fine. Your seat is over there next to Edmund." Y/N's head snapped over to him before turning back to the teacher and nodding. Edmund's heart raced as she made her way over, before forcing a strange sounding "Hi" out of his mouth. She quietly greeted him back before opening her exercise book and started copying down the notes on the board.

***

"Okay everyone, your homework is a project with your desk partner. It's only small, and has no point other than to help you get to know each other. All the details will be on Google Classroom." the teacher said.

As you left the classroom, Edmund gave you a crumpled piece of paper.

"Here. Text me when you know when we can start working."

"O-okay." You replied gaining a small scrap of confidence, though still internally freaking out at the prospect of doing a 'bonding exercise' in the form of a history project. "Will do." you swallowed.

"See you then!" he said flashing his perfect, white teeth and turning around, jogging over to his siblings.

"See you," you replied quietly once he was out of earshot.

This might not be that bad. He seems nice – and smart, you thought.

I still hate people though, you firmly told yourself, before walking home.

Edmund One-Shot : Few Smiles

A/N

Though this is set in The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, for plot relevance, I'm going by the film ages so Edmund is 12. Also, sorry it's kinda shit...

Y/P – Your Pronoun

"Hey Ed!" you said as he walked into the classroom. Instead of the usual hello, he acted as though you weren't there and sat in the spare seat on the opposite side of the classroom. Your smile dropped as he did so - this wasn't like him. Smiles from him were few and rare recently, but this was different. You hoped you hadn't upset him. You had grown up together after all - your friendship couldn't end when you were 14.

Alas, the day continued in this foreign way. He didn't sit next to you in lessons and acted as though you didn't know each other. Any time you attempted to go near him, let alone speak to him, he immediately walked away.

By the end of the school day, well, it was safe to say that you'd had enough.

***

The corridor was empty, or so Edmund thought. He yanked his locker open and began ramming the contents in his bag, filled with anger. He cursed every Government Worker he knew the name of while fumbling with the straps of his bag.

"Edmund!"

He froze. Slamming the locker closed, he slung his bag over his shoulder. Spinning around, Edmund made to walk down the corridor, away from you.

But you'd had enough. You covered the space between you and him in three long strides, and grabbed his arm, making him turn to face you.

"Hey! Get off me!"

"No!" You cried back. "What is going on Edmund? Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?" You had tears in your eyes on the last question.

"Nothing's wrong, except that I'm being bugged by an annoying little nobody!" Edmund yelled. As soon as the last word left his lips, his faces morphed into one of horror and regret.

"Oh." You whispered, the tears in your eyes escaping, and trailing a cold, lonely path down your cheeks.

"Y/N, no, I didn't mean-"

"It's okay Edmund, I understand. I'm sorry if I did something wrong." You sniffled, "but, I'll leave you alone now. Bye Eddie Bear."

After the familiar nickname escaped your lips, you turned around and fled the hallway, and Edmund's heart broke upon hearing your sobs fade down the corridor as you ran off, away from his harsh words, away from him.

***

The door of the Pevensie's home slammed shut as the youngest, ebony haired boy stormed into the house. His older brother's head snapped upwards at the abrupt noise, and he exchanged a worried glance with his mother as Edmund ran upstairs.

"I'll go." Peter said, motioning for his mother to stay in the living room.

As he approached him and his brother's room, he heard the unmistakable sound of crying. Sighing, he carefully opened the door, and, receiving no backlash for doing so from his brother, entered the room.

"Ed? Edmund, what's wrong?" Peter asked, concerned for his sibling. He sat on the edge of Edmund's bed.

"Ed? Please tell me what's going on?"

"It's Y/N." Peter's eyes widened at this. Y/N and Edmund has known each other since they were babies.

"Is Y/P hurt, what happened?"

"I did. I-I can't believe I said that to Y/P." Edmund said, his voice breaking.

"Said what?" Peter said softly.

"I called Y/P a nobody..."

"Why?" Peter said, shocked.

"I ignored Y/P for the whole day..." Edmund continued, sobbing.

"Oh Eddie," Peter sighed, pulling his little brother in for a hug. "Why? Y/N's your best friend."

"I guess, I was so upset about dad that I didn't want to talk to anyone in case I was mean. I'm just so angry, and I didn't want to take it out on Y/N..."

"Look," Peter began, " You two have known each other since you were three years old. Anything that you did or said, just explain why, and I'm sure Y/P will understand. Okay?"

"Yeah, thanks Pete."

"Always." Peter replied, rubbing Edmund's shoulder, before his younger sibling abruptly shot up, and ran to the door.

"Where are you going?" the eldest Pevensie yelled.

"To talk to Y/N," he said, running down the hall.

"Good luck!" Was the reply he got, as he bolted out of the door, one thought running through his head.

Please Y/N, please forgive me...

A/N

Part 2?

ye of little faith | e. p.

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summary: eustace doesn’t believe that edmund has a girlfriend.

wc: 800

pairings: edmund pevensie x fem!reader

warnings: VERY unedited. also it’s 1am and i just wrote this in a burst of inspiration, so please don’t expect it to be good.

a/n: i don’t really know if this will make sense to anyone lol, i think i wrote it in a confusing way, but hopefully it’s okay. it’s mostly eustace’s pov, i wanted to try something new. also, this exact scenario has been in my head for months now.

“There’s no way he has a girlfriend,” Eustace tells Lucy, barging into the room. She immediately knows who he’s talking about, able to hear Edmund on the phone downstairs, voice softer than it usually is, taking the tone he automatically opts for when he speaks to Y/N.

“Why?” Lucy asks, half-heartedly entertaining her annoying cousin while she thumbs through the pages of her book. Unfortunately for her, Eustace Scrubb brightens at the attention, straightening up and launching into a rather well-thought out spiel.

“First of all, it’s Edmund we’re talking about. He’s awkward, way too hostile and bad-tempered. Not to mention, he’s barely of average height, and his hair? Absolutely ridiculous.”

“Y/N likes it,” Lucy says mildly, earning a scoff from Eustace.

“Y/N.” he says with disbelieving scorn, “As if she actually exists. You expect me to believe that a woman as beautiful and intelligent as you lot claim she is would actually be interested in Edmund? And so interested that she calls and writes to him multiple times a week? Yeah, right. I bet that Ed’s hired an escort to help him forget about how lonely he actually is. Or he’s paying some poor girl to play the part of a caring partner.” Eustace has had many such theories, the more creative ones dealing with blackmail and holding family members hostage, but so far, monetary imbursements seem to be the most likely.

“Sure, Eustace,” Lucy mumbles, having checked out of the conversation a while ago. He shakes his head at her disinterest, convinced that he is right, and leaves the room, muttering to himself disbelievingly.

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Would you please do an Edmund smut where he marries his queen and they have their first time together please?

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Pairing: Edmund Pevensie X Fem!reader

Warning: smut, fluff. Oral sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (we trust Ed lol), preliminaries, the whole package lol (you make sure to have safe sex, lovely people)

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FIRST NIGHT WITH EDMUND WOULD INCLUDE:

Of course he couldn't wait to marry you;

He has been having a crush on you since he met you in Cair Paravel;

You were Lucy's maid and he used to find any type of excuse to spend time with you;

Feelings between the two of you naturally blossomed and in time you realized how much you liked him too;

You still remember the first time he asked you out and how shy he was;

"Y/n, I was wondering if, uhm... I mean, it's a sunny day and I know you love going for rides and I... What I'm trying to say is, uhm."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I'll go with for a ride with you."

You will never be able to forget the way he blushed and smiled at the same time, as if he was the happiest person alive;

Your date was simply perfect, the way you and him are in harmony was almost unbelievable;

You love everything about him, including the things he hates: the fact that he is shy, reserved, pensive;

The fact that he needs time to open up;

The way he always shows love in the smallest gestures;

His constant glances at you, as to make you understand that he's always there for you;

The way he tries to communicate his feelings to you, even if it costs a lot to him;

Edmund is simply the most thoughtful person you could ever wish to love;

Even when he first tells you that he's in love with you, he tries to fight his shyness;

"I need to tell you something: I've been thinking about this for a while, y/n, and I realized that I feel good when I'm with you, that you make me feel understood, safe, important, loved. I've never been good with finding the words to describe my feelings but this doesn't mean that I'm not aware of them, especially when it comes about you. I love you, darling, will you be my wife?"

Your heart simply skips a beat: you've never been happier;

You throw your arms at his shoulders and hug him, your eyes filling with tears of joy while he caresses your back;

"Oh Edmund, of course I will be, you're the love of my life."

You tell him and realize that Edmund looks at you with the deepest love in his eyes;

Organising the wedding isn't even that stressing;

Peter, Lucy and Susan are helping you and you feel so joyful that everything comes easy to you;

Edmund is panicking, he wants everything to be special;

He can't relax for a moment and feels like nothing is ever enough for your special day;

"Baby, I need you to relax, you're freaking out."

You tell him one night while you're cuddling while sitting on the beach;

"It will be the most important day of my life, with the person I love the most, it has to be perfect."

He says while pressing his lips against your forehead;

"It will be, because we are about to be husband and wife. Everything else is an addiction."

You reassure him and he finally starts to chill;

He faces the rest of the organisation with a softer attitude and the day of your wedding turns out simply amazing;

The way he looks at you when he sees you in your wedding dress for the first time is enough to remind you how lucky you are to have someone who loves you so much by your side;

"I can't believe you're real, you look stunning, my love."

He whispers to you as soon as you take his hand;

When Peter finally says that you're husband and wife, your stomach fills with butterflies;

Edmund doesn't even wait for his brother to say that he can kiss you: he crushes his lips against yours, only to violently blush as soon as he realizes how many people are looking at you;

You dance all night long, happier than ever and not able to stop looking at your husband;

Finally, the celebration ends, and you find yourself alone with him;

As gentlemen, he never touched you in a too excessive intimate way;

You've been kissing and cuddling? Sure!

Wanting each other so bad that you were this close to make love many times? Also sure!

But you decided to wait for you to be husband and wife;

He opens the door of your new shared bedroom and looks at you;

"My Queen."

He invites you in and you feel goosebumps at the way he softly calls you that way;

You pull him toward you to kiss him, your lips impatient and your hands running through his hair;

He smiles on your lips while sweetly laying you down on your bed, his hands never stopping caressing you;

He kisses your neck while slowly undressing you, his touch delicate;

"Is this okay?"

He asks while removing the last piece of clothing you're wearing and you nod;

He takes a moment to look at you: no rush, no shyness, just his eyes travelling on your naked body and worshipping you;

"Oh my Aslan, you're a goddess."

He says while blushing a bit and you smile, your eyes stuck into his;

"You have too many clothes on, My King."

You tell him and he kisses you again while undressing himself;

As soon as he's naked, you take your time too to enjoy the sight of your husband;

"I know I'm not... Exactly muscled and--"

"You're so beautiful, Edmund Pevensie. You cannot imagine how much I like you."

You immediately tell him, your hand caressing his chest;

He smiles, a new self confidence shining in his eyes while he starts kissing your chest;

His lips travel to your body, from your nipples, to your stomach and hips, untill they end up on your inner tight;

He softly bites your sensitive skin there before finally licking your clit;

You flinch at his warm touch and close your eyes to relax, your hands grabbing his locks while he gives you pleasure;

You softly moan his name while his tongue twirls on your clit and his finger teases your entrance;

For being an amateur, Edmund is attentive and thoughtful: he listens to your body language and easily finds the way to drive you crazy;

The first orgasm he manages to give you is pure bliss: you arch your back and squeeze his hand while he gets all excited and happy at the thought that he's making you feel good;

He lets you finish before softly kissing your inner tight, stomach, chest, neck, travelling back to your lips;

You kiss him back before pushing him down and deciding that you want to return the favour;

You caress him chest, your hand tracing figures on his body untill you finally take his member into your hand;

You hear him tensing up while you start moving your hand around it;

You kiss him while adapting the movement to his body response and he quickly relaxes and starts moaning on your lips;

You decide to intensify the whole thing and get down to give him more pleasure;

You move your tongue on his length and slowly take him in your mouth;

The way the holds his breath and looks at you makes you raise your head;

"You don't have to if you're not comfortable, baby."

He tells you and you smile at him, knowing that he's putting you before his own pleasure, as a person who truly loves does;

"I want to, my love."

You reassure him and he relaxes while you continue;

He lets you play for a while before stopping you;

"Baby, come here."

He asks you and you understand he doesn't want to come too soon;

You lie down and he climbs on the top of you, his legs opening yours while he kisses you again;

"Are you sure?"

He asks while staring at you, you nod and bite your lower lip;

He smiles and slowly penetrates you, his hands caressing your legs while he makes sure not to hurt you;

You never stop looking at him, the pain quickly making room for the pleasure;

It takes a while for the two of you to find the perfect matching rythm, but as soon as you do, you are in heaven;

Ed makes sure to never stop kissing you, caressing you, touching you, while he keeps making love to you;

He adapts to your body language, understanding when you need slower or faster thrusts;

He compliments a lot;

"You're so beautiful."

"God, your body makes me crazy."

He manages to make you come more than once, which is like so incredibly beautiful for you;

He loves your orgasm and enjoys every single second of it;

He resists as long as he can, wanting to give you more and more pleasure;

Then when he is close enough, he tries to get back, but you stop him;

"It's okay, I want you to stay inside me."

You reassure him and watch him smiling while finally coming;

Nothing is stunning and exciting as watching Edmund, the person you love the most, lost in his pleasure;

Aftercare is everything to him: he hugs you, cuddle you, caress your naked skin and keeps kissing you;

"I love you so much, My Queen, I can't wait to share my life with you."

He whispers, his eyes almost closed for how tired he is;

You smile and softly caress his cheek, your eyes watery;

"I love you too, Ed. Thank you for making me the happiest person alive."

You whisper on his lips and you kiss untill you fall asleep in each other's arms.