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Just and Magnificent	By : SubOrbital Category: A through F > Chronicles of Narnia Views: 11258 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Just and Magnificent Volume 2 -
Through the Fire Chapter 1 - I Will Never Let Go Again
Pairing: Peter/Edmund
Summary: Sequel to 'Just and Magnificent', the first volume. Takes place immediately following the Golden Ball in the last volume. Warnings: Incest, slash. Romance. Movieverse. Slight AU. Lots of FLUFF in this episode! Thank you to everyone for giving me feedback for the first volume. This is the second of three volumes. So still a ways to go.
Just and Magnificent 2.1 - I Will Never Let Go Again THE FIRST NIGHT OF THE REST OF THEIR LIVES
The Golden Ball had been an even bigger success than Peter could have ever imagined. And though he had been awfully possessive of Edmund’s time, he didn’t think anyone would blame him. He rarely let Edmund out of his sight, always making sure he was less than an arm’s length from him. Always holding onto his hand. It was as if they’d just been married. A thought which ran rampant in Peter’s mind, even though he hadn’t asked Edmund yet. Peter was glad when it was time for the royals to make their exit. He had waited all night to get Edmund alone. He made sure to share his time with Susan and Lucy though, as he knew they’d missed Edmund terribly.
“Edmund, I simply cannot tell you how happy I am today.” Susan said with tears in her eyes, “This is the happiest day of my life.”
“Thanks, Su.” Edmund smiled, “It’s good to finally be back.”
“Wherever have you been though, Ed?” Lucy asked curiously, “What kind of adventures did you and Aslan get up to? And how did you survive that fall?”
“I will tell you one day, Lucy. I promise.” Edmund sighed, “But I’m a little tired right now. Would you mind if I called it a night?”
Susan and Lucy both hugged Edmund and kissed him goodnight. They waved happily back at him as they made their way to their wing of the castle. In all the excitement of the evening, Edmund hadn’t bothered to find out where his room was. Surely someone would realize he’d never actually spent a night at Cair Paravel before. Not wanting to make himself look like a complete fish out of water in front of Peter, Edmund suggested they go back to Peter’s room. Then he could leave Peter there and ask one of the aide’s as to where he would be spending his nights from now on. Peter could barely keep the smile from his face or the twinkle from his eyes. He would try to keep his eyes from Edmund’s as they walked along the halls of the great castle. He would try not to smile every time their eyes met. He would try not to hold onto Edmund’s hand like his world would end if they let go. He would try, but rarely succeed. As they approached Peter’s private chambers, he pulled Edmund aside and pushed him against the wall. Unable to keep himself in check any longer, and savoring in the fact that no one else was around, he pressed his lips to Edmund’s. He kissed the younger king with a fervor and passion that he held back at the Golden Ball. He held his hands to Edmund’s waist and pressed him to the wall as they kissed.
“Peter …” Edmund gasped, “You better stop.”
“Ed, is something wrong?”
“No, but … this is all rather intoxicating, Peter.” Edmund smiled.
“Ed, that was the most wonderful evening I’ve ever had. The girls were so happy. Everyone was so happy.”
Peter’s eyes welled up as his fingers interlaced with Edmund’s. The sensation of actually living out what you had only dreamed of, was a sensation Peter was still adjusting to. Being with Edmund like this, was something he could only imagine. Now that he finally had what he realized he wanted for the last two years, he found tears were somewhat plentiful.
“Peter, you’ve been crying all evening.” Edmund said gently wiping the tears from Peter’s eyes, “Aren’t you supposed to be happy?”
“That’s why I’m crying, Ed. Do you know how much of a dream this is? I have you here with me.” Peter said as tears welled up in his eyes, “I thought I’d lost you, Ed. You don’t know what it was like. The whole year was absolutely horrible. I thought the first year was horrible, but then when I lost you again, I just wanted to die.”
“It’s not fun, Peter.” Edmund sighed, “And you’re far too important to die.”
Peter held Edmund’s hand to his lips and kissed them. Once again he found his lips finding their way to Edmund’s. He felt the breath rush out of him as their lips met. How could this be happening? How could he have finally received his happy ending?
“I don’t know how I ever lived without that.” Peter smiled, “I … know we’ve never talked about this, Ed. But … now that we’re finally together. Are … are you ok with … this? With us?”
“Peter, I loved you first, remember? I don’t … I don’t know why I’m supposed to love you like this. I just know that I do. And Aslan told me that as long as we only loved each other. And that our love was true. No one in Narnia could ever think less of us for that. Aslan himself has told us that what we share is pure and true and just. He said that denying it would be a lie, and that would be a terrible crime. Surely he above anyone would know. Don’t you agree?”
“I do. And I love only you, Ed. I’m sorry about … her, but it won’t happen again, I promise.”
“And I you, Peter.” Edmund said rubbing Peter’s arm, “So … can we just get on with it?”
Edmund sighed and rested his head on Peter’s shoulder. He too had doubts about his feelings for Peter. He knew how true his feelings were, yet he wondered whether he might be corrupting Peter somehow. Peter the virtuous and good king being bewitched into love with the traitorous King Edmund the Just. It was a thought that often plagued Edmund, until Aslan himself had given him his blessing. One small detail though, he kept from Peter. One that could indeed be a blessing, or a curse. It was a detail he wasn’t prepared to share just yet, as he simply wanted to spend time with Peter.
“You’ve had a busy day, Peter. It’s time for bed.”
Edmund said feigning a smile. Peter walked into his room assuming that Edmund was following in behind. When he realized that somehow Edmund managed to evade his up till now flawless ability to latch onto him, he rushed back out of his room to see Edmund walking away.
“Hey!”
Peter called after Edmund, “Ed, where are you going?”
“Surely there must be a room here for King Edmund the Just.”
Edmund said with a smirk, “Somewhere in this huge castle.”
“Ed, won’t you stay with me tonight? Please?”
“Peter, we’re not married yet.” Edmund grinned, “Do you think I’m that easy?”
“Easy? Easy?” Peter yelled with mock anger, “You’re the most difficult person I’ve ever laid my hands on!”
“Goodnight, Peter.” “Hey!” Peter yelled as he grabbed Edmund and pulled him into his room, “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To find myself a bed of my own. I told you, you’re not getting me that easy. Do you see a ring on my finger yet?”
“Well … couldn’t you just … sleep in here? I’ll sleep on the chair. Please, Ed. Don’t go.” Peter pleaded, his eyes full of expectation, “This is the most wonderful day I can remember in Narnia. I don’t want you to go. And if you do go, I shall have to follow you, for I will not let you out of my sight for a very long time, Edmund.”
“I won’t leave you, Peter.” Edmund reassured, smiling at Peter, “I promise.”
“You know if you walk out that door, I will not sleep a wink. And that would make for a very grumpy king. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”
“Oh surely not. I guess to save the world from a grumpy king, I better stay here. But … I will sleep on the chair and that’s all there is to it.” Edmund said as he pulled a chair next to Peter’s bed, “Now go to sleep, Peter.”
“Oh, Ed. You do torture me so.” Peter said as he changed into his sleeping garments, “I should think we’d better get married soon or else we’re going to have to start taking turns on that chair.”
By the time Peter had changed he noticed that Edmund was already resting in the chair with a blanket draped over him. With a disappointed sigh, Peter lay down on his bed, shuffling over so he could be closer to Edmund. He reached his hand out and Edmund readily accepted. Both were exhausted after such an exhilarating evening. There was an incredible sense of relief between them. A sense still of disbelief hung over them as well, Peter especially. It is why he insisted on somehow always touching Edmund, be it with a kiss or by holding hands as they did now.
“Ed … you look frightfully uncomfortable there.” Peter said, trying to coax the younger king to the bed.
“Trust me, Peter. We’re not going to cheat. If you want me, you shall have to woo and marry me before I am truly yours.”
“Then will you marry me in the morning?” Peter said, smiling as though he were only half joking.
“No, Peter. You know the protocol involved in marriage. Even if you asked and I said yes, it would take months of preparation and planning.” Edmund sighed, closing his eyes as he leaned back into the chair, “And you know Susan would want everything to be perfect.”
“We could escape. You and I. We could take Lucy, Susan, Oerius, and a few friends. We could get married in private and it would be wonderful, Ed. Then we could still have our official wedding later on for the rest of Narnia.”
“Now there is a dream worth having.”
Edmund smiled in his sleep, “Goodnight, Peter. Love you.”
“Goodnight, Ed.” Peter said kissing Edmund’s hand as he closed his own eyes, “So happy you’re home, Ed. Love you.”
FALLING INTO HISTORY
“Goodbye, Peter.”
Edmund spoke those words to the boy who had become a man. A man who had come to love him. High King Peter the Magnificent. His Peter. Even he wasn’t sure who let go first. He didn’t know whether it was his fingers that broke the grip between them, or whether it was Peter. It did not matter. Perhaps it was better not to know who let go first. All he knew is right now he fell. He looked up as Peter screamed after him while he fell. He could hear Jadis screaming inside his own mind, furious that both he and Peter had thwarted her last chance to reenter Narnia. He felt an inner peace and resignation at this fate he had been dealt. Few have the chance to return from death, and though his time was fleeting, he was grateful to feel for an instant, the warmth of air in his lungs. He had touched Peter and this time could feel the warmth of his skin, the touch of his lips. The sweet taste of his tears. For just that one sensation, he would die a thousand deaths. He seemed to fall forever, his arms flailing about as he turned through the air. He knew the ground would come soon and finally send him to the realm of the departed. And yet by chance, he’d fallen through one of the openings to the caverns beneath the north tower. An endless cavern filled with darkness and air that seemed to choke Edmund. The darkness overwhelmed him in an instant. The light from the world above seemed fall away into the sky until it was barely a speck. It was then he heard a mighty roar. The roar of a great lion, yet he couldn’t be sure if he had imagined it in his mind, or if it were truly real. He could no longer hear Jadis in his mind. Perhaps she had resigned herself to the fate she would share with him. Had he been wrong all along? Did he not have to die to be rid of her? Did he simply have to make her believe he was going to die for her to give up and return beyond the veil to her own dark departed realm?
“Jadis?” Edmund called, “Witch?”
At that moment, he realized she was no longer in him. It was at that moment, he felt fear like never before. He was only willing to lay down his life again because he believed it the only way to save Peter and his sisters. To save Narnia. Now he realized, that was not the case at all. All he had to do to save them, was let go. Not die. And now he feared the end of the fall that would surely come soon. How far could this cavern go? How far could he fall? Was there any hope for him?
“Aslan!” Edmund cried, “I want to live!”
Instead he continued to fall through the darkness. He could not see the light from the world above anymore. He wondered if perhaps he was already dead and he simply didn’t realize it. Was he falling into hell? Was he falling into her realm after all? As he felt a chilling fire rush through his veins, he thought perhaps he was going to the place where traitors go after they die. Perhaps he would be cast down with her. He fought his fate. He fought the very darkness around him. He grabbed out at anything, hoping somehow he could stop himself from falling any further. Yet he could see nothing. He could barely make out where he was falling. All he knew is he wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to die. And that sensation filled him with utter terror.
“Aslan!” Edmund screamed out, “Please, Aslan! Help me!”
“Awake, Son of Adam.”
Edmund woke from his slumber in a cold sweat. His arms shook and his eyes were filled with tears. Before he even remembered where he was, he felt Peter’s arms around him. He felt Peter lifting him off the chair and onto his bed. He felt Peter laying down beside him. He felt Peter’s arms around him like a warm, secure blanket that forced the fear and cold from his body. Yet still the tears remained.
“It’s alright, Ed. I’ve got you.” Peter said kissing the tears from Edmund’s face, “I’ve got you.”
“Peter …” Edmund whispered as he snuggled in closer, “Don’t let me go.”
“I’ll never let you go, Ed. Never again.”
“Promise?”
“I promise, Ed.” Peter said, pulling the covers over the two kings, “Never again.”
BEHAVE, PETER, BEHAVE
Morning brought an unwelcome awakening for Peter. The sun was warm and inviting. The air was crisp and refreshing. It was a perfect Narnia morning, if not for the fact that he woke up alone on his bed. Where Edmund had once laid next to him, holding on as if for dear life; there was nothing but an empty space. Peter felt that familiar welling up of anxiety within him. He knew it would be this way for some time. He knew he would fret whenever Edmund would leave his side, for fear of losing him again.
“Ed?” Peter called as he sat up, “Edmund?”
He sat up in his bed to see Edmund standing out on the balcony looking out across the ocean. With a sigh of relief, Peter stood up and approached Edmund from behind. He slipped his arms around the younger king’s waist and kissed his neck. He breathed in the familiar scent of his lover, closing his eyes as he kissed Edmund’s shoulder.
“Good morning, my love.” Peter smiled, his lips hovering on Edmund’s neck.
“Peter …” Edmund said turning to Peter with a pensive smile, “Hello.”
Unable to keep in the passion that burned inside, Peter’s lips sought out Edmund’s. They stood on the balcony, chest to back, with their mouths locked on the other’s. Lips parted, and tongues dueled in a kiss filled with an ever increasing passion.
“Oh, Peter.” Edmund gasped, sliding his hands around Peter’s neck. Taking this as the opening he’d been denied up till now, Peter spun Edmund around to face him. His fingers dug into the flesh of Edmund’s lower back as they stumbled back against the balcony balustrade. Though they had kissed before, they had never kissed like this. They had never kissed with such passion and wanton desire for one another. They almost sucked the life from and into one another as their tongues fought for dominance. Edmund’s fingers dug into Peter’s bare back as the older king sucked furiously at his neck. Peter found himself unable to reign in the long denied passions that lived within him. In his own mind, they’d been kept from each other for two years, they were entitled to this moment. He found Edmund entirely intoxicating. From the scent of his now long flowing hair, to the touch of his soft milky skin. The soft, almost pained moans escaping Edmund just served to heighten Peter’s poorly hidden arousal.
“I must have you.” Peter cried, lifting Edmund so his legs straddled the high king’s waist.
With Edmund’s legs locked around his waist, Peter carried him back into his bedroom. Their lips did not once leave the other’s. Their hands searched endlessly for a new piece of flesh to grab, as if surveying it freely for the first time in their lives. With gentleness that broke the heated passion, Peter eased Edmund down onto his bed. Breathlessly, he sought out Edmund’s lips again while Edmund’s hands pulled him down closer. Finally, Peter’s hands slid down the younger king’s waist, pushing this moment to a level neither could deny their want of. Yet somehow, Edmund sensed the moment and his eyes flew open.
“No, Peter!”
Edmund gasped, somehow summoning the strength to push Peter off. The once dark knight and fallen king leaped off the bed and ran for the door, his bare feet padding along the ground. He stopped at the doorway and turned back to Peter, suddenly aware that he wore only the lower undergarments he’d slept in. With a smirk that was both mischievous and breathless, he picked up the nearest tunic.
“I am sorry, Peter. But we dare not until we are married.” Edmund said baring his teeth in a frustrated grin, “I must go!”
“Ed!” Peter cried, collapsing onto his bed with a mixture of disappointment and utter joy, “Oh my bloody stars, that’s … exquisite. I must have you. I must.”
NOW IT’S REAL “This is simply wonderful.” Susan said proudly as she sat eating breakfast with Peter, Edmund, and Lucy, “I never thought we’d have this again.”
“Isn’t it wonderful?” Lucy smiled, “But … what’s going to happen now?”
Peter and Edmund sat at opposite ends of the table, but their mischievous glances and telling smiles made the distance seem less than an inch. Their behavior was not lost on the two queens, who had by now become less than impressed with the king’s blatant ignorance.
“Excuse me?” Susan demanded, “I should hope we won’t have to put up with you two playing lovey eyes at one another each and every morning.”
“You could always start ignoring me again, Su.” Peter smiled.
“This is going to be awfully strange.” Lucy said contemplating her two brothers, “What’s going to happen now, Peter?”
“With what, Lucy?” Peter asked, doing his best to look attentive.
“Well … with Edmund. He’s … really back and everyone knows you love each other. But … isn’t that … well … strange?” Lucy asked, her eyes still full of innocence and naivety, “You’re both boys.”
“Excuse me.” Edmund said trying not to choke on his toast as he spoke up, “I am most certainly not a boy. I am a man, thank you. Dying puts years on you, you know. And after seeing what I’ve seen, I could never be a child again.”
“What things, Ed?” Lucy asked, curiously. “You don’t want to know, Luce.”
“You do look much different, Ed. You look … older. I know you’ve been away from us for a long time. How long has it been?”
“Two years, Luce.” Edmund sighed, “With one cameo appearance in the middle for good measure.”
“Umm … I’m not sure whether I’m supposed to ask, but … I thought you weren’t supposed to … be with Peter. Because … well …”
“It’s alright, Lu.” Peter reassured, “I love Edmund very much. I know this is different and strange to you, but … all I can say is I really do love Edmund. I love him very much. That might not give you the answers you’re looking for, but right now it’s the only answer I can give you.”
“Well, Peter, we all knew you two loved one another.” Susan interrupted,
“But it does make things … different between the four of us. When Edmund was gone we never really had to deal with it. But it does change things, you do realize this? We’re supposed to be a family. I’m not saying I disapprove, because I already know Aslan has given you his blessing, but … it does change things, doesn’t it?”
“She’s right, Peter.” sighed Edmund as he bit his lip, “It does change things, for the four of us.”
“Then we’ll just have to adapt.” Peter said turning his attention to Susan and Lucy, “Edmund is still your brother and I am still your brother. Nothing will ever change that. We’ll still treat you exactly the same as always. But what you must understand is that … Edmund and I love each other in a way that you will only understand when you find the one who will share your heart.”
“You mean when I get a boyfriend?” Lucy asked.
“Yes, in … ten years or so.” Peter said with a smirk.
“I want to hear it from both of you that this is what you both want.” Susan said in that incredibly authoritative tone of hers, “Peter?”
“Su, you know it is all I want. I will not give him up. Never.”
“Edmund?”
“What he said, Su.” Edmund said showing an amount of unease that no one had seen since before his death.
“Edmund …”
Edmund stood to his feet, giving Peter the sinking sensation that he’d suddenly gotten cold feet. All eyes were fixed intently on Edmund. The younger king took a deep breath, picked up his chair and carried it over till it was next to Peter. He set the chair down and sat down, before putting his hand over Peter’s. Their fingers interlaced, and Peter kissed Edmund’s hand in gratitude of the gesture.
“Then I guess that’s how it is now.” Susan said with a tension alleviating smile, “Ed and Peter. Do you think you can handle that, Lucy?”
“Of course I can. And don’t worry, Su. Once they get married, they’ll stop making eyes at each other. They’ll argue and fight and then it’ll just be like old times again.”
“We’d best not get married then.” Edmund said with a smirk.
“After this morning …” Peter said under his breath so only Edmund could hear him, “You best believe we’re getting married. I do not believe I should last much longer if we don’t.”
“You haven’t even asked me.”
Edmund said turning so he could whisper into Peter’s ear, “You’re the high king, I’m just the lowly regular one. I think that means it’s up to you to woo me. Wouldn’t you agree? Then perhaps I’ll think about marrying you.”
“Ed!” Peter said aghast, “Why must you be so difficult? And why must I be the one doing all the wooing?”
“It’s not too late to call up Princess Pretty Eyes. I’m sure you’d have no problem wooing her.”
“That’s it! You want wooing, Edmund?” Peter said standing to his feet, “I’ll give you wooing.”
With that said, Peter picked Edmund up out of his chair and threw him over his shoulder. He gave Susan and Lucy a wink before he carried Edmund away. Edmund simply laughed as he was carried like some schoolboy, a far cry from what he considered himself for the last two years.
“Peter! Let me down! I’m not a child!”
“Well perhaps it’s time you acted like one.” Peter smiled, “Queen Susan, you have the kingdom till we return!”
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