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Birthday Wishes	By : Crazi Category: A through F > Chronicles of Narnia Views: 6860 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Birthday Wishes
Rating: PG-13 ish?
Pairing: Ed/Peter of course
Warnings: Well, Incest, M/M relations, possiblities for people getting drunk, longing, and some more fangirl/fanboy noises and the want to lock the two brothers in a closet until they shag. ^_~
Sum: Birthdays in Narnia are different than those back in Finchley. Some things stay the same, some things are new, class=GramE>somethings change over time. But for Edmund, one thing is always a constant be it at the parties, after, inbetween or Wishes-
Peter.
Part: 1/3? I hope.
Disclaimer: If you think I own the rights to the 'Chronicles of Narnia' in anyway other than owning an OLD set... You're sadly mistaken, confused and in need of a doctor to check out your head. ^_^;; I'm broke and in college, I barely own my soul.

Birthdays were always fun. Birthdays when you’re royalty, were thrilling but so exhausting. His siblings always out did themselves when it came to one of their birthdays. Lucy’s had been first since the coronation. Lucy had a grand ball, with Mr. Tumnus at her side, the two of them danced until Peter had to carry a completely asleep Lucy to bed, the faun had followed the blonde king the entire way, apologizing. Edmund had helped while Susan was still in the middle of something, not really been able to get away but confident that the boys couldn’t muck up putting their little sister to bed if they put their heads together.
And they had, it took some doing to get Tumnus to leave them alone to do it though. Edmund had finally had enough and told the faun in a very firm tone, trying to make himself taller. “She will be able to speak with you in the morning, Mr Tumnus now. Good Night!” and shut the door in the surprised creature’s face. He had slouched a bit then before finding Lu’s nightgown and bringing it over and somehow, they’d managed to not tangle the crown in her hair, wake her, or even get the clothes tangled about her. They had to take the night gown off though once, because somehow it had gotten backwards. It had taken them long enough, Edmund and Peter decided they didn’t want to go back the party per say, so they headed to the balcony that was near their rooms. Edmund leaned over the edge a bit, looking down at the sea.
“What do you want for your birthday Ed?” Peter asked after a moment of silence.
The dark haired boy blinked and then looked over at Peter. “Yours is before mine. You first!”
Peter had laughed and looked over at Ed with a grin. “But I asked first. Besides, I’m the High King.”
Edmund scowled before laughing with his brother and looking back at the water. “I dun know… There is something, but you’ll think it’s silly!”
“How! I won’t even know what it is if you don’t tell me.”
“Peter.” Edmund gave him a look. Peter gave him a winning smile and Edmund felt sure had he been standing, he’d be on the floor because he knees suddenly feel like jello. “Alright. I’ll tell you what I want.”
“Good. Because I figure I’ll have to figure out how to get it for you.”
“Peter, I want it to be just us. The four of us… class=GramE>Small. And then you and me, talking all night like we did at home.”
The blonde king blinked and turned to his little brother, who was starting to stand a blush on his cheek. “That’s what you want? You can have the biggest party and all the sweets in the world, we could have it really anywhere in Narnia and you-“
“Want my family with me! Peter, forget it. You can tell me what you want for your birthday later,” Edmund said as he turned on his heel and walked off the balcony and disappeared into the hall that their chambers were in.
Peter frowned and moved to follow but as he got to Ed’s door, not too long after Ed which he was thanking his long legs for, he heard the lock catch and this made him frown harder. He pursed his lips and then headed off towards where he knew Oreius would be lurking. He had something to arrange.
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The next morning, Edmund was awoken by someone knocking on his door. He glared when he realized that it wasn’t that light out yet. He was a king! He got to sleep in! It was law or a decree or something. “Or soon will be,” he muttered to himself as he found his robe and wrapped it around himself as he shuffled over to the door and peered out the crack and gave the smiling face on the other side of the door a glare before moving to shut it.
“Oh no you don’t Ed!” Peter said cheerfully, pushing himself into the room. Edmund scowled and glared harder, which made Peter chuckle and ruffle the dark hair affectionately. “You and I have a full day ahead of us!”
“A full day ahead… Peter, what are you talking about and style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>why in the world did you wake me this early?” he asked confused, finishing his question with a yawn and rubbing at his eyes.
“I’m talking about our day together, Ed.”
“We didn’t have a day together planned, I’d remember,” Edmund said with a worried look. Had Peter gone mad over night and he was the first to notice? The golden king was certainly grinning like a mad hatter of some sort.
“You don’t remember because I planned it all last night.”
“Last night?”
“Yes, after our talk.”
Edmund blinked and then started to smile up at Peter. “Good. Now, get dressed, in non-royal garb.”
It was that moment that Edmund realized what his brother was wearing. “Alright, but-“
“Then meet me in the dining room. I’ll explain when you get there. Don’t take too long, all right?”
“Course not. The toast would be cold by then.”
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That was the start of these excursions. Once a month or more, Peter and Edmund would leave the castle in the capable hands of Susan the Gentle and Lucy the Valiant, and go and wander the country just to spend time together.
Edmund had even given in and let Peter throw him a big gala, but Peter did manage to sneak them away before they were too tired and they went to the beach with blankets and snacks and sat up the rest of the night, talking as Edmund had wanted, about all sorts of things, such as their trip outside of Narnia coming up. It made Edmund nervous but Peter had told him not to worry, even had kissed his cheek and told him that they were just taking a boat, not like they were going to ride dragons.
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All of that was now a few years in the past and Edmund stood to the side of his party, empty goblet in hand, watching the guests go about their ways around the ballroom. Lucy was dancing with an aging Tumnus while Susan was happily dancing with the ambassador from a neighboring country. Edmund was now, well, almost, nineteen years old. All he really needed to do was give it another hour or so and he would be. Turning to look out the balcony doors that were near him he sighed and moved out to get some air.
This was the first year that Peter was gone. He was away from the castle, but that’s not what hurt worse.
“Peter… You have to leave now?”
“It can’t be helped, Ed.”
“Then, will you-“
“I promise, Ed. I’ll be back before you’re nineteen, I promise!”
“You broke your promise, Peter,” Edmund muttered to himself as he walked back into the crowd, curious at the sudden commotion that seemed to be arising.
There, coming in still in riding gear and bit mud splattered was High King Peter the Magnificent scanning the crowds. Edmund sat his goblet down and ran up to Peter who beamed when he saw him. He moved right into Peter’s arms and sighed in contentment.
“You didn’t give up on me, did you Ed?” Peter teased him.
“You were almost late!” Edmund whispered.
“But I wasn’t, now was I?” came the teasing reply as they pulled apart a bit. “Happy Birthday Ed. You blow out those candles yet?”
That was a tradition that the Pevensie’s had refused to give up when they had come to Narnia. Especially Lucy. So they all continued to blow out their candles.
It seemed at that moment that the cake was wheeled out.
“We were waiting for you!” Edmund joked while Peter steered him towards the cake. Lucy happily sang the birthday song with Susan and Mr. class=SpellE>Tumnus as Edmund thought hard on what he wanted for his birthday this year.
‘I wish… I wish…’ he paused his thought before nodding to himself. style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>‘I wish I could tell Peter how much I love him, and that he wouldn’t turn me away. I want Peter.’ With a deep breath, the younger king blew out his candles, grinning as Lucy happily bounced and clapped her hands, Tumnus clapping with her as other cheered.
“So Ed, what was your wish this year?” Peter teased him.
“For you to arrive at a decent time,” Edmund goaded at him. Peter gave him and look and flicked his forehead, the younger laughing. Soon people we laughing and talking again, and Peter moved to slip away, Edmund followed, grabbing his brother from behind and grinning up at him. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Do what?” Peter questioned, looping his arm around Edmund’s shoulders.
“Come in right from riding…”
“But I did. You see, I made a promise to this King, who has a habit of thinking he’s not worth even a bit of the special treatment he gets so I just have to give him more to try and prove him wrong.”
“Peter.”
“Ed, you know I’m right.”
“No! Maybe from them,” he said pointing towards the ballroom, “But I like to think you do these things for me because you love me!” He blushed and looked away. “You are my brother.”
“Yes, and as your older brother, I have to protect you and teach you things. Like Edmund the Just is just as important as-“
“As Peter the Magnificent.”
“I hate that title.”
“You are though.”
“You are.”
“Now you’re exaggerating. You need to wash, and change.”
“It’s too cold for the beach this year Ed. The rains are coming and will hit in a couple of hours.”
Ed beamed to himself when he felt Peter hug him from behind. “We can stay in, shut the glass doors to a balcony and lay there!”
“You really do love these talks, don’t you?” Peter teased, kissing his cheek. “Come to my chambers in an hour, changed and ready. You can stay in mine tonight.”
With that, Peter was heading to his chambers and Edmund was blushing darkly and heading for his own. He had to write in his diary before he went to Peter’s room.

~Birthday Wishes~
Peter to be proud of me.
To be a good king, like Peter.
To be as brave as Peter.
For Peter to be happy and to get better soon. Ed smiled at that one. Last year, Peter had a terrible cold and a broken arm. He was also turned down by a princess from another country. He had wanted to court her, like old fashioned courting. Asking her father permission and everything, talking to Ed through everything because it was better than a mirror, according to Peter at least. He’d caught the cold on the way back, and he’d fallen while on board the ship, breaking his arm. It wasn’t Peter’s year that year, so Edmund wished hard as he could on the birthday candles.
Peter was healthy, Peter was happy, Edmund almost believed his wish came true.
He took out his quill and added to the list.
‘Peter.’
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