A/N: Hey guys, I just stumbled upon one of my old childhood memories and had to start a new story. P.S. I'm currently writing a new EPIC ff, so if you have any ideas or requests, the request box is open!
TW: english isn't my first language, mention od death, subtle mention of mental breakdown/depression
After the war was over, everything changed. You hadn't had contact with your old childhood friends Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy for a long time.
Your life was bumpy, and one day, you were struck by a shock when your parents died in a tragic train accident (get the reference???) and you were thrust into a dark time.
The days dragged on like chewing gum, and it seemed as if they would never pass. Your heart felt heavy, and you had to move in with your aunt. Life with strict rules and even stricter family members. One dark winter day, you remembered a story Lucy had told you about a land called Narnia. The thought of such a land made you drift into daydreams, dreams where you and your other friends would be reunited in Narnia, where you would experience many adventures, and where you would meet Aslan, the true King of Narnia. These dreams and hopes brought a small light into the dark tunnel of your own self.
Your family, on the other hand, disliked these childish dreams and demanded that you finally grow up; this pressure made you fall even deeper into daydreaming.
On a day when the sun shone high in the sky, you were determined to write a letter to your friends you hadn't seen in a long time. After a bit of research, you found out where Susan lived and sent the letter there. A few weeks later, you received an unexpected reply. Susan told you about the death of her siblings and that it would be best if you both faced reality and stopped chasing the past.
This letter left a huge wound in your heart and made you fall back into darkness until you got a new wardrobe.
The morning light snuck into the room. Beams of light illuminating the room. Enough brightness to disturb your sleeping eyes. Humming softly, you tossed and turned a bit. Feeling a sudden loss at something. Patting your hand around on the matrass to find her. Groaning soft, you hated having a king size bed. You rather had a smaller bed so you wouldn’t lose her. You kept patting your hand around till it got lifted up. – “I’m right here.” – Susan replied lowering your hand on her head for you to feel her. Smiling with your eyes still closed, you rolled over to the side.
Letting your other hand join Susan’s body, pulling her closer to you. Susan helped you a bit, moving to you. Your arms went around her, pulling her as tight as you could against your chest. Exhaling relieved to have her in your arms again. Susan’s arms were around you as well. Susan let her chin rest on top of your head. Snuggling underneath the sheets. Susan had a smile on her lips. – “I do have to get up.” – she muttered out, rubbing your back. – “Five more minutes.” – you replied listening to her heartbeat. Susan giggled loud, giving you a playful slap against your back.
“I have duties to attend.” – she explained. – “Your duty is with me, your majesty.” – you told her, rubbing your forehead against her chest. All snuggled up against her. Susan laughed once more. – “I’m afraid that excuse won’t count.” – she said hearing you groan annoyed. Susan shoved you a bit back to have a glimpse of your face. Your pouty lips making her laugh. – “I’ll tell the High-king, you were indisposed. Emergency?” – you told her. Susan cupped your cheeks, slipping her leg between yours.
“How I wish you could, but this is important.” – she let out, giving you a kiss afterwards. Susan let go of you, slipping out of bed. You groaned loud, rolling on your back to stare at the ceiling with your arms wide open. – “Oh don’t be such a baby Y/n.” – Susan said grabbing a pillow, throwing it at you afterwards. The impact made you close your arms, legs pulled up. Moving the pillow aside, you rolled onto your stomach.
Watching her get dressed. – “Tell me what is on the agenda oh Queen Susan the gentle.” – you called out, receiving a glare from her. Chuckling a bit, you pulled a pillow underneath you for support. – “Well there is the morning report. The gathering with the archers. The kings council…” – she listed pacing around to count on her fingers.
Keeping her focus on getting it all right in the right order. You puffed loud as it caught her attention. – “And when does the queen have time for her loving subjects?” – you asked her. Susan’s brow quirked up. – “and with loving subject, you mean yourself?” – she teased.
You nodded jumping up to your feet on the bed. Susan chuckled softly finishing preparing herself. You jumped out of bed, coming over to her. – “I mean you must pay attention to your subjects.” – you told her, placing your hands on her shoulders as she sat in front of the vanity. Susan looked up at you through the mirror.
“You are no mere subject Y/n.” – she told you, turning around. Taking your hand in hers, she left a soft kiss on them. – “You are my long becoming friend and partner now.” – she reminded you. – “Without you I don’t know if I would’ve been so brave. Not with the white witch, not with Midas…”
With tears in your eyes, you wrapped your arms around her. – “Liar, you are the bravest person I know. You are only saying to please me.” – you cried out, hugging her tight. – “I am not.” – Susan replied with a smile, patting you on the back to give her some breathing area. Sniffling loud, you pulled away. Seeing the tears in your eyes, she looking amusingly with sympathy at you.
Letting a finger brush against your cheek to make you snap out of it. – “Perhaps you should get dressed too.” – Susan said pointing at your nightgown. You looked down at yourself, snorting loud. You ran to the closet, pulling out your cloths as Susan finished up. Hand in hand, the two of you roamed the halls of Cair Paravel. Subjects bowing their heads at the sight of their queen.
The doors got opened to the throne room. Susan’s siblings already present. You walked Susan up to her throne next to Peter’s. Susan gave you kiss, saying her goodbyes. She then went to sit on her throne. – “Y/n.” – Peter greeted you with a nod. – “High-King Peter.” – you replied with a curtsy. You then curtsied before Susan, Edmund and Lucy as well.
Susan gave you a sympathetic smile with a little wave gesture before you made your way down the steps. Leaving the throne room. As the doors closed on you, you saw the bison approach the kings and queens for the morning report. Sighing loud, you didn’t like being away from Susan. It was like you couldn’t think without her or figure out what to do. Stepping away, you went outside knowing what her second topic of on the agenda was.
Sitting on a rocky wall, kicking your feet back and forth. Waiting patiently for Susan to pass by. You knew she had to pass here to get to the archery area. The sun just warm enough on your skin. Puffing loud, you hoped it wouldn’t take much longer. Missing her already. It was something you couldn’t help.
Ever since being separated from your family because of the war, you developed this need for reassurance that anyone was always close by. That anyone being Susan. Meeting her first at the professor’s house. Following along to Narnia. Susan went from strangers to friends to lovers. It took a while since it wasn’t accustomed for two girls to be in love.
Back at home it might have been a problem, but in Narnia it never is. Free to love whoever you like. Sudden footsteps made you lift your chest up. Smiling hard at the sight of Susan. There was a second of surprise on her face, before it settled to a smug stare. – “Have you been waiting for me Y/n?” – she asked as you jumped off the stone wall.
“Yes. A Queen needs an escort to her next agenda point right?” – you told her, locking your arm with hers. – “Alright escort me.” – Susan replied. You led her down, further away from the castle. Not far from you were knights practicing their swords skills. You arrived at the tent, opening the flap to her. – “There arrived safely.” – you said. Susan curtsied at you as a thank you. Letting her hand rest against your cheek, she stole another kiss from you. – “Will you wait for me?” – she asked. – “As long as I need.” – you told her. Susan disappeared into the tent as you waited outside. Kicking at some rocks to pass the time.
The tent flaps opened once more as Susan and the archers walked out. She was still talking, leading them to the practise court. It intrigued you, so you snuck closer to them. Keeping your distance. The archers stood with their backs at you, listening carefully at their commander. Susan stood by the practice targets. You far behind the wooden fences.
Lifting your body a bit up, you admired her from afar. Susan’s gaze fell on you mid-sentence, making her pause briefly. Needing a bit of attention to pick up on her speech. You came leaning on the fence, blowing on a flower. Susan suddenly laughed, the archers looking confused at her. Widening her eyes, she cleared her throat excusing her little outburst. Trying not to pay much attention to you, she finished her speech.
The archers nodded as she parted ways with them. – “You made me laugh.” – was the first she said. – “I didn’t do anything.” – you told her confused. – “I know.” – she answered teasingly, taking your hand once more. Escorting her to the kings council. Knowing you couldn’t be present or anywhere near it, you said your goodbye’s and returned to your quarters.
Waiting eagerly and yearningly for Susan to return. Laying mindlessly on the bed. Staring out onto the sea. Cleaning up a bit. Anything to make time go faster. The door opened making you lift your head up. Susan stumbled exhausted into the room. Gasping loud, you got up, running up to her. – “My dearest Susan, look at you.” – you said giving her a hand for support.
You led her to the bed, letting her sit down. Susan let herself fall back with an exhausting sigh. – “I am drained.” – she let out, letting an arm fall over her face. You came sitting beside her, looking briefly up to the ceiling. – “Than you must need healing.” – you told her. Susan intrigued, moved her arm up with a smirk. Both of you laughed crawling further onto the bed. Snuggling against each other.
Facing each other to embrace the other one as purely as possible. – “Please tell me no more attendances?” – you asked her. Susan shook her head as her chest rubbed against your forehead. – “No more, just you and me.” – she told you. Lifting your head up, you smiled at her. – “My favourite moment of the day.” – telling her with the most lovable gaze. Susan looked down on you, smiling before her lips crashed onto yours. Kissing you deeply with all the love she had for you. Finally able to relax after a long and exhausting day.
Hello again, thank you very much for your story, you did a great job, keep it up! 👍
As for the request, can I please ask you to write a story about how the reader fell in love with Susan Foreman (the Doctor's granddaughter), about how inseparable they were until one day she just disappeared for no reason.
About how the reader searched for her all over London but without results.
And about how he stayed waiting for her for years at the very dump where he last saw her.
So far, one day the Doctor (his eleventh incarnation), walking around London with Amy and Rory, notices an already aged reader and remembers that he forgot to tell him that there is no point in waiting for Susan's return.
Hi i am so sorry this took so long.
An old friend
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The doctor froze mid-step his gaze locked on an older man sitting at a small cafe on the corner of the street they were on.
"doctor why are you staring at that poor man?" Amy's voice broke him out of his trance his hair blowing back from his face due to the wind.
"come along ponds i'v got to see an old friend" the doctor smiled leaving Amy and Rory confused as they watched the time lord walk over to the cafe where the man was sitting.
"Hello, are you {Y/N} by any chance" The doctor made you jump from your seat a little.
"I am indeed {y/n} young man do you need something?" you asked setting down your book.
it was one of her favours. the doctor thought looking at the book.
"Doctor what are we doing"Amy asked looking between the two men.
"doctor I know a man called the doctor back in my day grumpy old man with a kind heart" you chuckled at the memory of the doctor.
"yes I know I am that doctor unless there is some other creature running around pretending to be me again, "the doctor said a looped-sided grin pulled at his face.
"haha I'm sorry young man but my doctor is probably dead by now talking 1963" you said lifting up your mug and taking a sip of the hot liquid.
"yes, and I had to get Ian to drag you kicking and screaming when Suzan left us for David" You froze your eyes wide.
"I how do you know Susan and what did to you to my doctor," you said your voice a little louder now than before.
The ponds watched in confusion.
"doctor come on i think you have the wrong man sorry sir let's go back to the TARDIS yeah" Rory asked hoping the time lord would leave you alone.
"TARDIS like the blue box TARDIS?" you questioned making the man nod.
"So that means "you stopped when you saw the look on the doctor's face.
"I'm so sorry {y/n} but I don't even know if she is still alive" the doctor's voice dropped his eyes were glossy.
"I understand you did what you had to back them and I get that thank you I know we never got along back then but those were some of the best days of my life."
request: okay so maybe one where both edmund and susan are both into the reader (also a queen of narnia) and it ends with spice!!
warning: smut below the cut. smut contains a threesome so if you are uncomfortable with that, I totally understand. also note that Susan and Edmund never touch each other and both are only interested in the reader (felt the need to include that because apparently there are people who ship the Pevensies together and I do not support that at all).
A ball. That’s what Peter had said we would do. The kings and queens of Narnia were plagued with boredom and a ball was the cure according to Peter. The others seemed to be on board with the idea and I feigned excitement. How could I explain to the other royals that I didn’t know ballroom dancing? I was supposed to be a queen and I didn’t know something every queen should know how to do. The others had started to file out of the room until it was just Susan and I.
“Are you alright (y/n)?” Susan asked, her eyebrows knitting together as a worried expression painted her face. “You seem more quiet than usual.”
“It’s just,” I started, already feeling my face warm as I felt Susan’s eyes study me, “I don’t know how to dance.” The corners of Susan’s mouth started to lift as a smile formed on her face.
“Well that’s an easy fix!” she exclaimed, taking my hands in hers. “I’ll just teach you!”
“Would you really do that?” I asked, starting to smile.
“Of course,” she replied.
“Thank you!” My smile had started to grow wider.
“Anything for you,” she said, smiling before letting go of my hands and starting to move towards the door.
“Susan,” I called out. Susan paused, turning to face me again. The sunlight that filtered through the window gave her a soft golden glow as her blue eyes studied mine. “Could we keep this between us? I would rather the other’s didn’t know.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” she said, giving me a quick wink before walking out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
“Don’t be so tense,” Susan said, chuckling lightly. “Dancing shouldn’t be something that’s stressful.”
“It is when you don’t know what you’re doing,” I mumbled before releasing the tension in my shoulders. Susan and I were slowly dancing our way around her bedroom. Her hands were on my waist and mine were around her neck.
“Just follow my lead. When I step back, you step forward.” Susan winced as I stepped on her foot.
“Sorry,” I said quickly, heat rising to my face in embarrassment.
“It’s alright. I was the same way when I started.” Our eyes met for a moment and I felt my heart start to race. I had always found the young queen attractive, although I wasn’t sure if she felt the same. In fact, I wasn’t even sure if she liked girls.
“There you go,” Susan said, snapping me from my thoughts. “You’re doing great! Haven’t even stepped on my foot for a while.” She laughed at her own joke and I cracked a smile myself. As we progressed, I felt myself start to relax. Susan was incredibly patient, praising me when I did exceptionally well and offering advice on how I can improve in areas where I struggled. We came to a halt in the middle of the room. I looked up, my eyes meeting hers. I felt my heart skip a beat, the surroundings becoming a blur as I was focused solely on her. Susan had fallen silent and I caught her eyes flickering to my lips.
I licked my lips in response, suddenly extremely nervous. “Thank you,” I said, a bit too quickly.
“Yeah, of course.” She released my waist and I removed my hands from around her neck. “You should do great at the ball this weekend.”
“All thanks to you,” I replied with, a shy smile on my face. My face was still warm as she smiled back. “I should go. I need to be fitted for my gown.”
“Of course.” I quickly walked towards the door, opening it before walking into the hall where the air seemed to be significantly cooler. I winced as the door slammed behind me, the loud noise echoing throughout the hallway. I scurried towards my bedroom, hoping my blush would subside by the time my maid came to take my measurements.
“Would you be my date for the ball?” I blankly stared back at the brunette, not sure I had heard him correctly. “(Y/n)?”
“Yeah, of course,” I said, finally finding my words. I had never expected Edmund to ask such a thing. Of course we had exchanged flirtatious looks every now and then but nothing had ever come of it. Until now. A large grin appeared on his face.
“Great! I promise to not disappoint on the dance floor.” I laughed.
“I can’t make the same promise.”
“I don’t buy it. I can tell you’re a great dancer.”
“And how can you tell that?”
“I just know,” he replied before giving me a wink. “I’ll see you at dinner. I need to make sure our outfits go together.” He raced off, the grin never leaving his face as walked away. I smiled to myself as I watched him walk away. I had always found myself stuck between Susan and Edmund. Both of them were incredibly attractive and I felt like I could be myself around both. I could never pick one over the other, although Edmund was much easier to flirt with given that I knew he was into girls. Susan I was never sure with, but the thought of her never reciprocating my feelings made my heart ache.
No, it was better I went with Edmund. He was always there for me, helping me adjust to life in Narnia when I first arrived. He was the one who believed in me. He was the one who insisted I would make a great queen, even when I didn’t believe it myself. It was final. I would go to the ball with Edmund.
I twirled around in my dress, bright red fabric flying around me. The dress fit me snugly around the waist before flowing out down towards the floor. Combined with my hair which was pulled into an intricate braid and the expertly placed make up, I could barely recognize my own reflection. My hand lightly touched the golden tiara that sat on my head before I turned to the door. I took a deep breath and walked out of my room and towards the other royals.
“You look...wow,” Edmund said as I approached him. His garments were a matching red to mine, his silver crown sitting proudly on top of his brown hair. His face wore a large smile as he put out an arm for me to take. “Are you ready for the Narnians to see us together?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“How long do you think it’ll take for rumors of a marriage to spread?”
“I give it an hour.” He looked at me and I replied with a smile.
“You’re being generous love,” he said. “They’ll be assuming we’ve eloped and are already expecting a child the moment we walk out together.” I let out a laugh. “Here we go,” Ed said, turning towards the double doors which had already started to open. I followed his lead, looking forward as the crowd appeared in front of us. I could hardly hear the announcer announcing us as we walked down from the balcony that looked out to the entire ballroom towards where Peter and Susan were waiting for us.
A look of shock was on Peter’s face. I tried to read Susan’s face but couldn’t tell what she was feeling. I felt a bit guilty not telling her before tonight but I wasn’t sure how I would tell her. Before either of them could say anything, Lucy had started to make her entrance, a smile proudly on her face as she excitedly waved at the crowd before making her way towards us.
“Can you believe it!” Lucy exclaimed. “(Y/n) actually allowed Edmund to take her to the ball!” A chuckle escaped me as Edmund wrapped an arm around my waist.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Ed asked defensively.
“Nothing, nothing at all,” Lucy said quickly before racing off to start talking to her people.
“It is quite shocking,” Susan said. Although she was speaking to all of us, she was focusing on me. I couldn’t look back at her so instead I focused on Peter who seemed to have gotten over his initial shock.
“Well, I’m happy you two have figured out your feelings for eachother,” Peter said. “Now, if you will excuse me, I have a representative from Archenland I must talk to.” He gave us all a short nod before walking away, leaving me with Edmund and Susan. The orchestra had started to play causing Edmund’s face to light up.
“C’mon (y/n)! Let’s dance. I did promise you an amazing experience on the dance floor.” He had grabbed my hand, leading us away from Susan and towards the crowd of Narnians who had started to dance. “And perhaps I could expand that amazing experience to the bedroom,” he whispered into my ear before placing his hands on my waist. I felt myself blush at his words.
“Ed!” I scolded causing him to laugh.
“I’m kidding!” he chuckled as we started to dance.
“Well, if you’re half as good in the bedroom as you are on the dance floor, I guess I shouldn’t complain,” I said, already regaining my composure.
“And you say I’m the bad one.” We danced for a while, laughing the entire time. “I have to say, I’m impressed with your dancing. Who taught you?”
“Susan,” I said. My eyes searched the ballroom before landing on the queen who was standing by the side of the room, conversing with a faun. Her eyes flickered to me, our eyes meeting for a second before I turned back to Edmund.
“I’ll have to thank her later then,” Edmund said, spinning me around. “I was bluffing when I said I knew you were a good dancer but you haven’t stepped on my foot once this entire evening.” I feigned a look of offense.
“You have no faith in me!”
“No, no. I would trust you with the world.” I felt my face warm at his words and I looked down at the floor. The song ended, our dance coming to a stop. A more upbeat song started, Lucy rushing towards us.
“C’mon Ed! I love this song!” Lucy exclaimed, grabbing her brother’s hand and dragging him to dance. I let out a laugh as he looked back towards me, a small smile on his face. I made my way towards the side of the room, watching Edmund and Lucy dance when I felt someone approach me. I turned my head to see Susan approaching me. I felt my back straighten and I gave her a soft smile.
“So, how long have you and Edmund been a thing?” Susan asked as she reached my side.
“If by ‘a thing’ you mean him asking me to the ball, then last night.”
“If Ed hadn’t asked you, would you have gone with anyone else?” I turned to face Susan, her blue eyes looking back at me. Her eyes were wide, searching my face for anything that would give away my thoughts.
“Yes,” I said, suddenly feeling like the wind had been knocked out of me.
“Who?” My mouth felt dry, my heart racing.
“You,” I said in almost a whisper. Something seemed to have come over Susan as she grabbed my hand, tugging me towards a door that opened to the hallway. I felt my back press against the cool stone as her warm lips met mine. I kissed back hungrily, my hands tangled in her brown hair that had previously been put into place with care. Her hands explored my body, groping my ass. I moaned into her mouth, trying to press her body as close to mine as possible.
“What the fuck.” Susan and I quickly pulled apart to see Edmund standing in front of us, a pained expression on his face.
“Ed…” I started, not knowing what to say.
“I’m sorry,” Susan said, looking at her brother. “I’m so sorry Edmund but I need (y/n). Even if it’s just for one night.” Edmund’s eyes darkened as he focused on me.
“Then I’ll share her with you for one night,” Edmund said, already making his way towards me.
“Ed, what do you mean?” I asked.
“Shut it,” he said, grabbing my wrist harshly. “Susan and I are going to punish you for being such a little slut.” I should have been angry at the way he talked to me. I should have been furious as he forced me down the hall and towards his bedroom with Susan close behind us. Instead, I felt myself start to get wet as I watched Edmund, his jaw clenched, pushing open his bedroom door.
He pulled me towards him, his lips crashing with mine. I felt a pair of hands working on the strings on my dress. I pulled away from Edmund to see Susan expertly untying the string. Edmund grabbing my face with his hand, forcing me to face him before he started to kiss me again. A small moan escaped me as our tongues pressed together. I felt the cool air brush my bare skin as my dress fell to the floor.
A pair of soft lips pressed against my naked back, Susan’s hands tracing the curve of my hips. “Susan, would you like to play with her first?” A smile formed on Susan’s face as she nodded.
“Yes,” she said, making her way towards me. She pushed me onto the bed, hovering over me as she kissed me. “I’ve been wanting to do this for ages,” she whispered into my ear before starting a trail of kisses down my body and stopping at my pussy. She paused for a moment, looking up at me, our eyes meeting. I raised my hips, desperate for contact with Susan. “So impatient,” she chuckled before kissing my inner thigh. A small moan left my mouth at the small contact. She continued to tease me, her lips kissing up my thigh before stopping where they were needed most.
“Please,” I gasped, the anticipation becoming too much. Susan let her tongue run over my clit in response, drawing a moan from me. A hand forced my head to turn from Susan to the side of the bed where Edmund was standing, now naked. He knelt down, giving me a soft kiss, a stark contrast to how he had been treating me before. It was short lived as he stood up again, stroking himself a few times before moving closer to the edge of the bed.
“Open your mouth.” I obeyed, Edmund starting to shove his cock into my mouth. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, Edmund slowly starting to thrust his hips. Susan had entered a finger into me as she sucked on my clit causing my back to arch. A strangled moan left my mouth, the sound muffled by Edmund as he thrust deep into my throat. My hands flew to Susan’s hair, knocking off her tiara.
I could feel myself getting closer as Susan started to move her fingers faster, her tongue pressing hard against my clit. “You’re doing so fucking good,” Edmund moaned as he continued to fuck my mouth. I felt my body start to tense up as the knot in my stomach became tighter. Within seconds, my entire body shook with pleasure as my orgasm rippled through me. Susan had removed her finger and slowed her tongue to a stop.
Edmund pulled himself out of me, lowering himself once more so our faces were level with each other. “Now, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk and you’re going to take it like the little slut you are. Understand?” I nodded, causing Edmund to smile. “Good girl.” Susan had taken off her dress while Edmund had been talking. The two switched positions so Edmund was at the end of the bed and Susan on the side.
“You’re not allowed to finish until I do, understand?” Susan asked as she climbed onto the bed.
“Yes,” I replied with.
“Good.” She started to lower herself onto my face. My hands gripped her thighs as I started to run my tongue over her clit, causing her to moan. She was already so wet. I kept my eyes open, looking up to see Susan’s eyes closed in pleasure as I started to eat her out. A low moan left me as Edmund pushed into me, his hands harshly gripping my hips. The vibration from my moan caused Susan to moan as well. Edmund had started a good pace, his hands holding my hips in place. Each thrust caused the tip of his cock to brush that special spot within me that lit every inch of my body with pleasure.
Susan had started to rock her hips against my face and I watched her breast move in rhythm with her body. I tried to focus my energy on making Susan feel good but Edmund was fucking me so hard that I had trouble concentrating. Instead, I allowed Susan to set the pace, my tongue pressed against her clit as she moved. Every now and then, I would let out a moan that would send vibrations through Susan and cause her to moan.
I could feel myself start to clench around Edmund’s cock. “Are you close?” Edmund asked. I moaned in response.
“You’re not allowed to finish,” Susan said, struggling to get the words out as she was close to climaxing as well. I focused on making Susan finish, knowing that once she did I would be rewarded with my own orgasm. “Oh fuck (y/n),” she gasped. I could feel her body start to shake as I drew circled on her clit with my tongue. I started to slow down as I watched Susan start to come down from her high. I didn’t have much time to admire the glow that was on her face post-orgasm as an orgasm of my own rippled through me.
Susan had crawled off of me, kneeling at the side of the bed and planting soft kissing on my neck as I screamed out in pleasure. Edmund locked eyes with me as he fucked me and I knew he was enjoying watching me come undone underneath him. He continued to fuck me even as my orgasm started to come to an end. He let out a low grunt as his pace increased to an almost painful extent before I felt himself spill into me.
He slowed to a stop as Susan pulled away from me. Edmund lowered himself onto his forearms, his face inches from mine. “You did so good, love,” he said into my ear, planting kisses along my neck. He rolled off of me, covering himself with the sheets. I turned to see Susan had already dressed herself, her tiara back on her head.
Susan walked up to me, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered into my ear before turning around and walking out of the room.
Throughout all the nooks and crannies in Cair Paravel, Susan’s favorite place was most definitely the archery range. It was the perfect place to hide from the pesky suitors that liked to lurk around the castle. For some reason, none of the bothersome men felt like confronting her with a bow in her hand and Susan was fine with it. It was her own sanctuary and it was perfect.
Well, almost perfect.
You see, there was one person who was unperturbed by possibly irritating an armed Susan, Y/N. Susan couldn’t stand Y/N. She was one of Peter’s advisers and quite possibly the most irritating person in Narnia. It seemed that everywhere Susan went all she heard were people singing praises to the great Y/N. “Y/N helped sort out this trade agreement,” this and, “Y/N just put forward a new perfect social service plan,” that. She was brilliant at her job, Susan could give her that, but she didn’t have to be so obnoxious about it. She didn’t also have to be one of the kindest members of the council, a fantastic dancer, be super witty, and really pretty.
Susan wasn’t jealous or anything. She most definitely didn’t have a crush on Y/N and never felt herself blushing in her presence. No, Y/N was far too annoying for any of those things to even be a possibility and Susan didn’t like her.
Now, if Y/N could pick up on the fact Susan’s life would most definitely improve. It seemed like wherever Susan turned Y/N was there, with her perfect smile and gorgeous eyes, trying to engage in some form of interaction with the grumpy queen. Susan was far too polite to tell Y/N to simply bug off so a weird almost friendship/one-sided rivalry had formed between the pair that didn’t completely annoy Susan. Of course, that wasn’t because Susan fancied Y/N or anything, or at least that what she told herself.
It was a warm summer day when Y/N found Susan hiding in the archery range. The sky was a soothing blue and the lack of breeze made for a decent day for shooting. Y/N, who had just spent a good chunk of the day in meetings, strolled over to Susan with a smirk on her face.
“Why am not surprised to find you here?” The adviser chuckled.
“And why am not surprised that you somehow found me?” Susan retorted.
“Who was it this time? I’m going to say that Lord Pumpernickel or whatever his name is. I saw him pouting in the west wing like he was six or something.” Susan scowled as an arrow sunk into the head of one of the training dummies.
“He had the audacity to tell me that I should be more concerned about planning the next ball then the way he treats the castle staff.”
“Oh, please tell me you told him off,” Y/N smiled. She went and sat on the ground next to Susan.
“He was sobbing when I was done with him.”
“Sometimes I don’t understand how you’re the gentle one. You’re probably the fiercest person I know.” Susan turned away so Y/N couldn’t see her blushing.
“You can be both, you know?”
“Yeah, but I feel like your strength is swept under the rug. I mean look at all the suitors that come here. They think that they can walk all over you,” Y/N sighed, “I just think that you should be known for every part of you, that’s all.”
Susan tried to pretend that she hadn’t stopped breathing for a second. She hated when Y/N would say something sweet like that. It made it a lot harder to hate her and caused Susan to have to take a second to reevaluate her feelings.
Susan mentally shook herself as she turned back to look at Y/N. “Enough about that. Is there a reason why you came to bother me or not?”
“Actually,” Y/N grinned as she got off the ground, “I was hoping you would want to do another contest. Unless you're scared then I naturally win the title of the best archer in Cair Paravel.”
There it was, that irritation that made it easier for Susan to squash any possibly romantic feelings.
“You wish or did you forget the results of our last contest?”
“Why not at all, my queen. As I recall I was winning and then you cheated.”
“How dare you accuse me of such a thing,” Susan gasped with mock indignation.
Y/N laughed and grabbed a bow from the rack, “I suppose the only way to put an end to this is with a rematch then.”
“You’re on.”
Things weren’t going great for Susan. So far she was losing and becoming more and more frustrated with herself. The pair had been choosing random objects around the range and judging on who did a better job at actually hitting the target. Susan had somehow managed to miss the last couple of targets, giving Y/N a larger lead. It wasn’t her fault that Y/N’s laugh was so distracting, honestly.
“Last one, alright? Even though I’ve basically won so you call it now.” Y/N playfully nudged Susan while Susan was fighting every urge to scream.
“In your dreams, Y/N. For all you know, you could miss the next one.”
“Somehow I doubt that's happening, but whatever helps you sleep at night.” Susan gritted her teeth and frantically searched around the arena.
“How about that flower up on that wall? Whoever can knock it off wins.”
“As you wish, your majesty.”
“Oh, shut up,” Susan groaned.
She rolled her shoulders as she readied herself to take the shot. A hush fell all around her as the arrow went flying. The silence was quickly filled with Susan’s shouts of rage.
“How did I miss! That’s an easy shot. I’ve hit things that are both smaller and further away than that. I-”
“It’s okay,” Y/N grabbed Susan’s hand and turned the queen to look at her. “Maybe there was a breath of wind or something?”
“Just go,” Susan huffed as she yanked her hands out of Y/N’s.
With a hurt look in her eyes, Y/N took her turn. The arrow flew gracefully through the air and the flower disappeared from sight. Y/N shot a grin at the enraged Susan and went to fetch her arrow.
“For you, my queen,” Y/N bowed and handed the punctured flower to Susan.
“Fuck you,” Susan hissed.
“Well, if you insist,” Y/N chuckled as Susan froze.
“What?”
“Huh?” Y/N stopped as she noticed the panic on the lady’s face. “Oh, Aslan’s mane, I am so sorry. That just slipped out and I didn’t mean to make you-”
Susan stepped forward and kissed Y/N, stealing the words out of her mouth. The flower floated to the ground as Y/N wrapped her arms around Susan’s waist, drawing her closer. The couple pulled away when the need for oxygen became too great. Susan’s eyes were still half-closed and her cheeks had become as red as the roses around her.
“Do you want to maybe have tea with me sometime?” Susan blurted out. “So we can talk or something?”
“Just tea?” Y/N asked, raising one of her eyebrows.
“If you only want tea.”
“I think I’ll have to take you up on that offer.”
“Great,” Susan signed as she began to lean toward the other girl.
“Great,” Y/N smiled as she captured Susan’s lips with her own.
It was safe to say that Susan’s dislike for Y/N was forgotten after that day.
A/N: I just have to say, when I saw that prompt my brain immediately went to a enemies to lovers type of situation
I think that each sibling has two houses that they could fit into. Lucy and Peter could be Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. Susan and Edmund could be Slytherin or Ravenclaw. But these are the house I think suits them more.
Summary: Grimshaw deserves way more love and I would honestly die for her!
Warning: Angst and a bit of fluff.
Susan joined Javier, Micah, and Karen at the campfire. Javier was playing on his guitar, playing a few songs and softly singing along.
Karen tensed when Susan sat down next to her. "Calm down, I'm not going to yell at you." Susan said while sighing. Karen crossed her arms, "Pretty sure you said that yesterday too, but you still yelled at me." Susan glared at Karen, "Maybe if you just did what you were supposed to do, I wouldn't have to." Karen only rolled her eyes, but it was enough for Susan to get up and leave. She was tired with how the group viewed her. Always being called the bad guy. But if she weren't there the group would simply fall apart. Susan always did her best to keep the group functioning, even if it meant yelling at the others.
Susan hadn't even left yet and Micah muttered a little too loud, "I swear to god that woman is incapabel of love." Susan turned around to Micah. "Says who." Micah smirked, "Says me." He leaned forward, "Tell me Miss Grimshaw, when was the last time you loved someone?" Before Susan could answer Micah chuckled, "You don't have to answer. I know you can't love. You just yell and yell at everyone."
"Her name was Y/N." Susan stated. "That woman was the love of my life." Micah tried to reply in a snarky manner, but Susan continued talking. "She showed kindness to everyone. Regardless of their status. Never judged anyone, always wanted to help." She paused for a moment, softly smiling as she recalled a few memories. "Even when I was harsh to her or others she would still smile at me. If I was in a bad mood she would take me on hikes and do everything to cheer me up."
"Susan close your eyes I have a surprise for you!" Susan eyed the giggling woman suspiciously. "You're not going to do anything weird, are you Y/N?" Y/N laughed and smiled brightly, "I would never! Now close your eyes." Susan shook her head while chuckling and closed her eyes. She could feel Y/N's hands at her head and something being placed on top of it. "Open your eyes." Susan opened her eyes and saw that Y/N now had a flower crown on top of her hair. Y/N pulled out a small pocket mirror and gave it to Susan. "I gave you one too!" Susan smiled at herself, "Thank you, Y/N. It's really pretty." Y/N went over to Susan's side and wrapped her arms around her so she could look at the both of them in the mirror. "We're matching now." Susan couldn't help but admire Y/N. The way that the flowers laid in her hair, the way she smiled so brightly as always, the way she seemed so carefree.
Susan's smile dropped. "However that kindness is what got her killed. She trusted the wrong person." Susan walked back to her tent and pulled the picture of Y/N out of a small chest filled with Y/N's favorite things. Susan put her elbows on her lap and rested her head on her hands as she tried to stop herself from crying.
"Y/N should have never met me." She couldn't help but think.
