I have 2 posts based on arranged marriages already 😭 I swear it wasn’t intentional!!! Super last minute extra edited this to post out of the encouragement I got from the "yum marriage Edmund yum" anon btw, bless.
Also is this lowkey hematolagnia (i had to google the right word) ????? I swear it’s supposed to be a cute moment, I’m not into blood I just find soul binds romantic😔 muah, acantha
It got lonely at Cair Paravel, with no one to talk to. So you take up making the wedding plans for you and King Edmund's arranged marriage. You can't seem to decide what flowers would match and decide to look in your favorite book. That's when Edmund discovers the fact you're planning your own wedding. Your souls become intertwined by a rose’s thorn.
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Sitting under a lovely tree at Cair Paravel's luscious gardens, you hold a book in your lap.
“The Language of Flowers”, something you had brought with you from home. You knew you'd go back, Edmund would be the new ruler of your kingdom after all. But you had to miss feeling like a little girl, cozied up in your room alone, reading books about flowers and learning new languages.
You'd have to prepare for life as a queen, being married to a King you'd known only for a few months and spent little time with one on one.
In preparation for that however, you had no choice but to feel lonely.
While you had arrived with your father, and met your to-be husband. Both were caught in meetings about the arrangement, along with King Edmund's brother and sisters. You had no one to speak to, basically. Which led to the decision of taking up wedding planning to entertain yourself, it was a month away already.
And it was your wedding after all. You've had dreams of the day since you were a child. Of flower bouquets, perfume, and white lace. Getting walked down the aisle. You didn't want someone else to plan something outside your most important fantasies, so involving yourself was the best option at being productive and entertained.
That's why you were here, flipping through page after page of flowers, and seeming unable to pick a perfect choice for your wedding. Your head was stuck in the pages showing detailed watercolor images of your favorite flowers.
The book brought comfort in the wedding planning, flowers were always true to themselves.
‘Chrysanthemums were a no-no.’ You didn’t hate the king after all. ‘Those are for the deceased.’
You were between lilacs and peonies… first love and prosperity. Or should you do both? You wanted luck for your marriage- arranged or not.
Hearing your name called from a small distance you looked up to see Edmund walking towards you, appearing from behind some rose bushes. Roses seemed to look good beside him, maybe those were a good choice too.
“I was looking for you. I finished a meeting with your Father early, thought I'd see how you were doing.” He shuffled his feet slightly as he finally stood in front of you.
Edmund truthfully ended the meeting as early as he could to get a chance to see you. Sometimes he’d spot you walking around Cair Paravel, only mustering a small, “Hi…” in greeting. Sometimes he’d just watch you through the windows of the castle as you entertained yourself outdoors, he truly wished to just drop everything to see you more.
Why were arranged marriages between kingdoms so complicated and time-consuming?
With all the planning of the arrangements to happen, he hadn't had time to give you. He felt disappointed he hadn't gotten to see you more often despite you being in the same castle (though it was certainly a big one). He had been dealing with meetings and training, running a kingdom before leaving to run another.
He had initially surprised himself.
He wasn't against the arrangement when Peter had brought it up, if anything, he understood it was somewhat his duty. You were a nice person, and rather pretty too. If he was to be your husband he knew it was important to prepare to take care of you the best he could.
“Hello, your highness.” You still smiled sweetly at him in a way that made his heart jump. Not that he’d show it. “I'm good, enjoying the gardens.”
You always found yourself smiling at him despite his frequent absence. You couldn't blame him for being busy either. It was hard to be angry at him when he was marrying you for the good of your kingdom. He was also witty, yet kind and gentle to you in a way that surprised you considering how you’d seen him act with his siblings from afar.
The few times you'd had one on one were rather lovely either way.
“I told you to just call me Edmund. Remember, princess?” Though you were a princess, the way he said the title made it clear he was teasing you. He stepped forward and took a seat in the spot beside you, your shoulders barely brushing as he leaned back on the tree.
You giggled at his teasing and turned slightly to show him what you were looking at.
“Okay, okay…King Edmund. I've been looking at some flower options for the wedding. I'm having a bit of a hard time deciding to be honest.”
His name fell from your lips in a lovely way, and he snickered at you still choosing the formal route, knowing you were just teasing him back. He was about to focus more on your playfulness before he realized what you were talking about.
“The wedding? We had someone planning that, you needn’t worry about the details.” He said, his fingers itching to tuck your hair back. He couldn’t seem to help himself, and decided to gently brush a stray hair away from your face before you could respond.
The act made you warm in the face, you had to clear your throat to remember what you wanted to say.
“Edmund…I’ve been the one planning it. For the last two weeks.”
The admittance made Edmund’s heart sink a tiny bit. Not only had he not spent much time with you, but you’d taken up planning your wedding by yourself.
Tracing the petals on a drawing of lilies in your book, you found yourself feeling the urge to speak honestly. It was rare that you were in his presence and it seemed like a good chance to tell him how you felt about the whole ordeal.
“I know this is an arranged marriage, but it means a lot to me for it to be beautiful...and since you’ve been busy with other arrangements, it's the only thing I’ve found myself feeling less lonely doing.” You let out a soft sigh as you flipped another page.
‘Lilacs symbolize a range of positive meanings including innocence, youthful love, new beginnings, and hope.’ you read in your head, though you’d long memorized the different meanings of flowers in your favorite book.
Edmund couldn’t help but feel he should’ve been helping out more. Sure, he was better in planning for battle and not weddings, but you were his bride-to-be. He wanted to please you more than he could say.
“I apologize for not being around as much to keep you company.” Despite trying to hold back from his needy urges, he couldn’t stop himself for a second time, and took a gentle grasp of your hand to stop it from flipping through pages.
He wanted your attention. Maybe if he was a flower in the pages of your book, your eyes would be on him more often.
“How about I help you now? What flowers were you thinking of?”
How easy you melted at his soft touch. A breath you didn’t know you were holding escaped your lips before speaking.
“I-I had chosen a lavender color scheme, seeing as Cair Paravel's banners are in red and my kingdom's banners are blue- a good mix right?” Your words sped up as you spoke, feeling shy at sharing your way of thinking. Maybe you sounded silly in overthinking the details.
Edmund actually thought it was a brilliant idea, and smiled as to encourage you.
You cleared your throat as you tried to calm yourself back down again, “I was leaning towards purple peonies, or lilacs.”
His smile softly morphed into a smirk as he heard your choices. Trying to make you smile, he decided to tease you a bit, “Well, I’m glad you didn’t choose flowers with a wicked meaning. It’d be bad luck to get married with black roses, or something. You don’t want to curse us to end up in divorce, do you?”.
You gasp in mock shock, “Of course not.” you gently shove his shoulder with a laugh, seeing as you’d fallen so comfortable with each other in the short time he’d come to spend time with you.
With a gentle shove in response to yours, Edmund decides to give his real option. He knew exactly what those flowers meant, and he was glad you'd chosen ones with a lovely meaning. He could only hope your marriage was prosperous and full of love.
“They both seem like good choices, why not both? White peonies and purple lilacs.” His hands seemed to enjoy touching yours, because one was holding yours as it held the side of the book now. He pretended to look at the flower on the page, if only because he enjoyed being near you.
He had to somewhat hate how easily he found himself showing affection towards you. He was known for being the quiet and unaffectionate one of the four Pevensies…so much for being mysterious and nonchalant. Your entire side was almost engulfed by him moving closer towards you throughout the interaction, and your heart was skipping in ways it hadn't before.
“Thats a good idea, white peonies and lilacs are certainly a good pairing…I'm glad you like my flower choices, my king.”
Your hand trembled slightly from the nerves, but he held it securely in place. Edmund couldn’t help but smirk to himself, knowing he had an effect on you.
My king, also sounded perfect coming from you
“Is there something wrong?” He spoke, softening his tone in a way that surprised him considering he had an urge to tease you about being nervous at his close proximity. His soft voice was one he didn’t use very often. Not since Lucy had grown past 4 feet at least.
“I'm just…surprised. You've been so busy. I always fall into the assumption we won't act like we are close.” You let go of his hand as you shut the book, if only to fidget with a braid in your hair. Your heart palpitating seemed to make your hands a little sweaty.
“It surprises me how despite us not knowing each other much, you still fall easily to being around me.” Fidgeting with your hair more, you finally have the strength to give him a little glance.
“But at least I know you'll be a great husband.”
Edmund cracks a smile at this, leaning his head back onto the tree. His side profile was beautiful, and you could only imagine what tracing his features could feel under your fingertips.
“I appreciate that. But you'd also be surprised by how I have to...” He never thought he'd admit this…but he thought maybe it'd bring a little comfort to you. “I have to fight the urge to run out of every meeting. I fall into it easily because I would like to spend more time with you.”
The heat finally rises to your cheeks, and you know it's not caused by the setting sun shining it’s warm light into the garden. With the idea of taking initiative like he had, you gently take hold of his hand. You tried not to show the shakiness in your voice.
“I would like to make the most of our time together right now. Would you like to take a stroll through the gardens with me?”
The smile that blossomed on Edmund’s face seemed like one you'd never get tired of. You wondered if he would smile the same when he stood across the aisle from you.
“I'd like that.”
With his help to get up, you left your book under the tree and instead hooked your arm through his to walk down the gardens. You were particularly taken by the rose bushes he'd walked past earlier.
“What’s your favorite flower, Ed?” Your empty hand brushed the velvety petals of the roses as you ask.
Edmund can't help but notice the tenderness in this act, the nickname added to the feeling he got in his chest. He wondered if you'd ever reach to touch his cheek with that gentle touch of yours.
He tilted his head to the side, his gaze softening as he considered your question. He'd never gotten asked what his favorite flower was- probably ever.
"My favorite flower?" He repeated, a small smirk formed on his face as he looked at you. "Lilacs and peonies." He decided.
“Lilacs and peonies?” You raised an eyebrow, smiling. "Are you sure, my king? It sounds like you're just picking those because they’ll be our wedding flowers.”
You giggled softly, giving his arm a small squeeze as you unhooked your arm from his.
You crouched down to look at the flowers more closely. The roses were truly beautiful, and you carefully found a thornless spot on the stem to break it off.
He watched you with a tenderness in his eyes. Finding himself feeling glad that his arrangement was to someone like you, who was thoughtful and gentle.
“And what of it? Those are lovely flowers.” He said, watching as you took a long whiff of the rose in your hand with that smirk still dancing on his lips.
“Okay, okay…you're right.” You respond, chuckling yet again.
“I like roses. These are very fragrant. The wedding hall would smell lovely with them…Should we change it from peonies?” You seemed to fall into your own indecision again over flower options as the smell of roses filled your senses.
Edmund found himself worried over the thorns on the stem of the rose you held. But was immediately distracted as you stood up to brush the petals on his nose, getting him to take a whiff himself. The soft petals tickled his nose.
‘How bold of you to shove a rose up a king's nose’, he had to think in jest.
“They are, and if you wanted to change them, we could.” He chuckled, using his hand to lightly push the nose away from his nostrils, “Please be careful with the thorns.”
You were too blissful to care. Your king was with you, finally holding his attention on you and the smell of roses intoxicated you. Maybe you could have your lady’s maid make a perfume from Cair Paravel’s roses. They smelled too lovely to not use.
While lost in thought, the rose fell from your hand and onto the cobble of the garden paths. Reaching to pick it up, an angry thorn stabbed your finger.
“Ow…” you mutter sheepishly. Feeling embarrassed over hurting yourself after being warned by Edmund.
His eyes immediately widened at the sound of your hurt.
“Let me see.” He gently tugged your wrist towards him so he could better the damage the thorn had done on your finger.
"It doesn't hurt too bad...it was worth it to smell the roses." You smile sheepishly as you watch him gently look over the wound. His eyes held worry, and you felt the urge to kiss the worry lines between his brows away.
He gently took your hand in his, turning it slightly so the light could catch the small bead of blood on your fingertip. His brow furrowed enough to show that even something this small set his nerves on edge. He didn’t want you to get hurt, even if it was from something as simple as a thorn prick.
"Worth it?" he echoed, his voice laced with mock disapproval. "You’d bleed for a smell? What kind of reckless nonsense is that?"
But then he did something unexpected.
In one swift, tender motion, he brought your finger to his lips and kissed the wound. Soft as the rose petals your fingertips had touched before.
"Better?" His cinnamon colored eyes flicked up to yours, half-lidded and teasing. "Or would you want another rose up your nose at the same time?”
Your finger was left with the sensation of his lips on it. The wound had left a blood red stain on his lips that left you staring at them.
"It does feel better, no roses needed. But it's funny…” Your eyes continued looking at Edmunds lips, should you kiss them clean?
“In mythology I’ve read, taking a partner's blood to your mouth means your souls will be tied forever." You smirk a little, your words meaning to tease him over his actions. Though his kiss to make it better was a sweet action overall.
His heart raced in his chest as he realized what you meant. But a small smirk made its way to his lips once again.
"Then I suppose it's too late to take it back," he teased, voice suddenly lower. He didn't let go of your hand. In fact, he lifted it again and deliberately kissed your finger as another droplet of blood appeared.
"Consider your soul officially intertwined with mine." His warm gaze held yours, unblinking. "Can't have you running off now, Narnia has laws about betrothals. Plus, soul-bonding by a thorn prick? That’s binding even before the vows, princess.".
Your cheeks burned as he let out the spew of words, was your finger even bleeding when the blood had all rushed to your cheeks?
A beat went by as his lips kissed the back of your hand.
“Ed…you're crazy.” You couldn't help but laugh softly before biting your lip to think over the urge you had. “It's not like I'd leave even without you soul binding us as-per some book on myths and legends.”
Without a thought you leaned in to kiss the blood stain on his lips, metallic tasting yet as soft as a peonies.
“I'm more than happy to follow Narnian laws on betrothals, my king.” It was your turn to feel smug as you noticed the pink flush on your king’s pale, freckled cheeks, which you lightly brought your other (bloodless) hand to caress.
“Then…” He said, clearing his throat in an attempt to keep his composure, as if hadn’t just kissed your blooded finger and in his words- intertwined his soul with yours forever. “I would like your wedding bouquet to incorporate roses. Since we’ve been soul-bonded through them.”
You giggled at the sweet sentiment, nodding.
“Sounds like a lovely plan.” You kissed him again, but this time he kissed you back. It was all tender, an unexpected moment after two weeks of loneliness.
“...Just as long as they don’t have any thorns” he muttered against your lips, teasing you yet again.
You had to agree, showing it in the continued kisses you gave his petal soft lips.
The rest of the afternoon was spent walking through the garden and sharing the language of flowers with each other, among more stolen kisses. And you later married with a bouquet of peonies, lilacs, and (thornless) roses. Ruling your kingdom with the love, compassion and kindness you shared for your Just King.
Remember children—this tactic is really annoying to the police, so YOU SHOULD NOT become floppy—it’s frustrating to them and makes them look bad and is a waste of resources and no one wants that…
“Ullrae!” The scream is the last time you hear your mother’s voice, your name the last thing to pass her lips before the Orc’s jagged blade steals her life. The roar of anger as your father throws himself into the fight, shifting into a massive lynx in mid-air and slashing any and all throats he can, before he too is cut down. You can do nothing but watch, bound by some sort of evil that stops you from shifting, stops you from helping, keeps you still and only able to watch in horror as your family is slaughtered.
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Kitty Cats: Thorin x Reader (23,085 Words; 27 Chapters) You and your son, Frerin II, accidentally turn Thorin, Kili, Fili, Dwalin, Balin and Gandalf into cats and this is the result (Spin off of The Elf and The Dwarf)
Feisty Little Hobbit: (21,978 words; 22 Chapters) You’re Bilbo’s little sister, but the exact opposite of him. You are sarcastic and loved adventures so what happens when 13 dwarves show up to your door step? You join them of course!
Perfect Two- Thorin x Reader: (11,554 words; 12 Chapters) You and Thorin have been best friends for years, but you are more interested in his little brother. Thorn tries his best to get you together, but can he succeed? NO SMAUG or SAURON
The Aim of Elves: Thorin x Reader (11,727 words; 12 Chapters) You disobey Thranduil’s orders and decide to help the dwarves which has a better outcome than you expected.
Little Brat: Thorin x Sister!Reader, Reader x OC (41,352 words; 34 Chapters) You are the oldest of the Durins and you live your life happily until the day Smaug attacks. That is when you lost the trust of your little brother, Thorin.
To Fix A Heart: Nori x Reader (4,748 words; 7 Chapters)- You say a few words that take a toll on your relationship. Can you fix this?
Trials and Tribulations: Frerin x Reader (15,395 Words; 17 Chapters)- Sometimes being a dwarven skin-changer was helpful especially if you could see up to a year into the future. Using your powers, you try to keep the Durins, yes, including Frerin, alive. Can you do it especially when feelings for the light haired prince come to surface?
Remember Me: Legolas x Reader (9,191 Words; 9 Chapters)- Because of your feelings for the Prince, Thranduil bans you from Mirkwood. A hundred years later, you are back with a company of dwarves.
Love of a Father: Thranduil x Daughter!Reader (11 Chapters) You are the oldest child and yet your father treats you as if you are not even his.
Mistakes: Dwalin x Reader (5 chapters) - Dwalin accuses you of being in love with his best friend and ends the courtship but what happens when he finds out that it isn’t true? Will you take him back or is your heart irreparable.
I made the lembas bread recipe by @theweepingtimelord and it turned out really nice! I added a few things, about 2 tbsp of lemon juice, and I also made a lemon glaze using a cup of powdered sugar and 2 tbsp of lemon juice for a bit more flavor. Loves it!
*The image(s) I’ve used for the reader on the cover DOES NOT reflect what the reader actually looks like*
Season Summary: When you think you've been through the worst thing to ever happen to you, something new comes to prove that everything you thought was safe isn't, and everyone you thought had your back doesn't. You're left to fend for yourself in a place that never wanted you to begin with. Even when you think you've escaped it, it comes creeping in to remind you that it's always been there to pull you back into its clutches. Along the way, you find comfort in a place you didn't think you'd find it. You find love in someone you thought didn't want it. You find solace within yourself when you thought you've lost it. It all comes down to you. Are you going to fight for it or completely drown in it?
*dates are subject to change at a moment's notice*
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Haunted: Part One // Part Two // Final Part
Reckoner: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Final Part
Hopeless: Part One // Part Two // Final Part
Cradle To Grave: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Final Part
The Eyes Have It: Part One // Part Two // Final Part
The Performer: Part One // Part Two // Final Part
Outfoxed: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Final Part
100: Part One // Part Two // Final Part
The Slave Of Duty: Part One // Part Two // Final Part
Retaliation: Part One // Part Two // Final Part
The Uncanny Valley: Part One // Part Two // Final Part
Risky Business: Part One // Part Two // Final Part
Parasite: Part One // Final Part
Public Enemy: Part One // Part Two // Final Part
Mosely Lane: Part One // Part Two // Final Part
Solitary Man: Part One // Final Part
The Fight: Part One // Final Part
A Rite Of Passage: Part One // Part Two // Final Part
... A Thousand Words: Part One // Final Part
Exit Wounds: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Final Part
The Internet Is Forever: Part One // Part Two // Final Part
Our Darkest Hour: Part One // Part Two // Final Part
A huge number of people are already getting fucked over when it comes to being allowed to cast a vote in the upcoming elections. Let’s try to minimize what that number COULD be as much as possible.
It might also be useful to have the number for the ACLU written down (or already in your phone) so you can CALL THEM while still at the polling place and get whatever information is needed in order to see about having the ACLU sue them. Write down names. Get witnesses. Take photos. MAKE IT VERY CLEAR TO THE POLLSTERS THAT YOU ARE GOING TO HOLD THEM ACCOUNTABLE. (Unless you have reason to believe they’re going to be assholes and try to have you arrested for doing so, in which case, be as subtle as possible.)
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