This was requested by @luwinaforna24 I made some alterations to your request and thank you for being so patient I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed reading it
Edmund
Warnings: none
“On no, you won’t be fighting me! You’ll be fighting him” Our high king Peter says to me while handing us our fence ing gear lucky for me I’ve been the best since I was a child so our kings need for proofing my ability will sadly be thrown in his face
“I don’t know if you’ll want that as she’s well she’s amazing” Caspian adds for me as it was him I followed into the forest to probably our deaths as we defy his father and Edmund just smirks at me standing in the ready and on the mark of Lucy we begin and it’s a back and forth for almost an hour when suddenly my sword is out of my hand and I’m against a tree with a point against my throat
“Again” I snap and we start again, and again and again and again and I lose again and again and again and I huff
“Seems your abilities are lower than we would have guessed” it seems Edmund begins to joke and o start walking over at him “it seems your foot is farther up your own-“ and that’s when my mouth is covered and Edmund just looks smug look smiling at me and oh do I want to smack it off his adorable face. No, wait no not adorable, annoying is the word I meant. We get back to the cave and I’ve calmed down and rested and I begin training again with those around me one after another falling at my sword but I couldn’t beat that stupid king child and it’s because of him that I’m not allowed to fight beside my best friend in this battle against our home because I couldn’t beat one man.
Little did I know he was standing in the corner watching me as I took down any who dared fight me, staring at me, little did I know I had a king who fancied me, who’s only want past the war was to kiss me, all I knew was that I was cast to the background for not being skilled enough and suddenly there was no one left to fight
“Come on no one else wants to fight me?” I scream begging for the ability to release my rage
“I will” and I look to the voice and I seeking Edmund and I nod
“Alright grab a sword stand your ground,” I say and he struts over to the swords
“Let’s make a wager shall we?” He asks and I nod as he continues
“If you win you fight alongside me, my brother, Caspian no questions asked,” he says and I nod before thinking
“And if you win?” I ask and he smirks at me
“You kiss me” and my eyes widen before I nod and get in position and we begin as I take the first swing
“So tell me, why is it you are so determined to fight with us?” He asks swinging for my legs which I jump over
“I do not wish to fight with you I wish to fight with Caspian” I snap and stab tword him and he dodged
“So you and he are together I wonder how he’d feel about our little bet” he jokes and I feel the wall against my back
“No I am not with him he’s my best friend and my king, I just wish to win” I snap grabbing his arm with one hand twisting his sword out of his hand, and flipping him against the wall with the sword against his neck and his hands go up
“You win! You will be in the front with us” he winks and I smile dropping the sword grabbing his face and kissing him as his hands rest on my waist and once I’ve pulled away I smile up at him
“You’ll learn I’m quite giving when I win” I wink before walking away to Inform Caspian of my battle plans for the war!
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I learnt something today that I think is just beautiful. My grandmother was a very sick woman and pretty much housebound for the last of her life. She derived great pleasure from watching her neighbour’s backyard chickens. She adored these chickens. Every time I called, she had new chicken drama to tell me—think Linda Belcher and the raccoons. It turns out that at some point, their neighbour was no longer able to have chickens because due to a disability he could no longer afford to keep them. My grandfather, upon learning this, immediately used his spending money to keep the neighbour in both chickens and chicken feed so that my grandmother would have chickens to watch since my grandfather didn’t have time to keep chickens at their home. He did this for ten years, guys. TEN YEARS he secretly funded his neighbour’s backyard chickens so that my grandmother would have chickens to watch every day until the day she died. That’s true love.
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a black woman named zoe amira posted a video on youtube. this video is an hour long and filled with art and music from black creators. it has a ton of ads, and in result will rack up a ton of revenue. 100% of the ad revenue from the video will be dispersed between various blm organizations, including bail-out funds for protesters. it will be split between the following, dependent on necessity
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ya know like….you always hear about the classics™ authors having stupid wild shenanigans with each other. they all banded together to be dumbass chaotic english majors together. the stories are great and they’re all considered timeless genius writers….we don’t have that with modern age authors? where’s the goddamn sense of community? where’s the saucy tales of jk rowling, stephen king, james patterson and nicholas sparks locked up in an orgy cabin during a hurricane and having a writing contest. no one’s ever gotten in a fist fight with stephanie meyer. rick riordan didn’t cry face down in george r r martin’s garden after no one liked blood of olympus. jodi picoult doesn’t have a single damn calcified heart in her possession. cassandra clare and suzanne collins never had sex on a grave. neil gaiman has never gone on a week long sex-binge that would have killed him if r l stine didn’t intervene. john green has never written a book in two weeks while snorting massive amounts of cocaine. where’s the drama!!! where’s the scandal!!!! where’s the intrigue!!! modern day authors have to step it UP a notch, God dammit.
Request: Hi :) can you write an Edmund x reader where he’s running late for a meeting. So his hair is disheveled, his crown is crooked, and his buttons are in the wrong places. So y/n is super close to him, fixing his hair and stuff. Awkward Edmund <3
Setting: Golden Age Contains: fluff? I guess?
Sorry if it’s not that great! ;u; I wanted to try to get this one out as soon as possible since it’s my first one and all! ;u; I really kinda don’t like this one so I might redo it?
[reposting from my 2016 blog, this one brings memories back since, like old me said, it was my first post. also like this one somehow got almost 2000 notes and im like huh?]
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