*squints*

[bedlamsbard]

Oh my God, I am actually writing Peter/Narnia(/Edmund). Man, some days I just reach whole new levels of screwed up.

I suppose it doesn't help that Peter's not entirely sure who he is.

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[reni-m.livejournal.com]

Have I mentioned I love your fics. lol.

Sorry to hear about the deserting of New Orleans. But from what your last entry mentioned it looks like you're going to enjoy college.

[realpestilence.livejournal.com]

*grins*


Honestly, if I didn't think it fit into what you've got going with the earth-bond and the stuff we've been talking about, I wouldn't encourage you (aka beg,whine, and hope desperately *coughs*). But it does fit really well.

I've got Monday and Teusday off...if I don't fall into a coma after working at the store on a holiday week-end, I'll get back to you on some of those comments I've got saved. By then, of course, they'll probably be redundant. *rolls eyes*

[katakokk.livejournal.com]

Oh, GAWD. *facepalm*

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

...if I have a college to go back to. *glares at Gustav*

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

It's not even that scene. Remember that time Peter was missing for a year and lost his memory? ...yeah.

Peter, he hears, and he comes awake all in a heartbeat, hands clenching for a weapon that's not there. The name is alien, unfamiliar -- he knows it's supposed to be his, but it's still strange to him. He opens his eyes to see the faint shadow holding back the folds of the curtain and pushes himself up on his elbows.

The shadow lets the curtain fall and approaches, resolving itself into King Edmund. "Peter," he says, and his voice is odd, stark with something that sounds oddly like desire.

"Edmund," he says, but that's wrong. He knows -- and he's not sure how he knows, just that he knows -- that it's not Edmund of Narnia he's speaking to, but Narnia herself. "Baby."

She cups his face in Edmund's hands and leans down to kiss him. It's a slow, langorous kiss, eager and wanting, and she shifts her position until she can climb onto the bed and straddle him. "Missed you," she says between kisses, undoing his clothes and pushing them aside. "Missed you so much."

He gets hers off too, the flat planes of Edmund's chest strangely familiar beneath his palms, and lets Narnia kick the sheets off the bed, spreading herself out on top of him, settling between his thighs. "The last time I touched you, you didn't have these," she murmurs, touching his scars -- the new ones, the familiar ones, the ones he understands. Not the ones that are only mysteries for him; she must know those ones. "You were beyond my protection. I couldn't see you. I couldn't know."

She presses her mouth to each scar as he cups the back of her skull -- Edmund's skull -- with the his hand. "I love you," he says, and doesn't know why he says the words. He knows they're true.

"Yes," she says, nudging his thighs wider. He spreads his legs obedienly, drawing in a sharp breath as she runs a hand down his hip and then up to cup one buttock. "I want you," she whispers, and the words are a promise. "Not for the Deep Magic, not for the well-being of the land, but for me and for you, for desire. I want to take you to bed again."

"Yes," he echoes, because this is familiar enough that he knows they've done it before, somewhere, somehow. He doesn't know when and he doesn't know why -- he doesn't know how this is even possible -- but he knows they've been together before, together for a long time.

There's a clink of metal on glass, then her fingers are on him, slick with some creamy substance, pressing into him as he gasps, back arching up. A moment later she pushes into him, kissing the base of his jaw as he draws his hands up her back, pushing back against her in time to her thrusts.

"I bind you," she says, one hand curving around his cock. "By earth and fire, by air and water, I bind you to me. By my blood and yours, I bind you to me. By your love and mine willingly given, I bind you to me. Stay with me."

"Yes," he says again, hearing the ragged note in his voice. "Gods, yes. Always."

"And my oath in return," she promises, finding his mouth with hers, a messy, graceless kind of kiss. "Yours. Always. No matter what others may come."

he finds her face with one hand and kisses her back, his fingers sliding and smearing through her hair and along her jawbone. His vision whites out as he comes, gasping into her mouth, his uncertain command of Narnian lost and his words disintegrated into Eschmoun.

"No," she says at this, still thrusting into him. "You're mine. Say it."

"Yours," he says in Eschmoun, then manages to say it again in Narnian.

She comes with a hoarse shout and he gasps, arching up off the bed to meet her, the aftershocks a faint echo down his own body, disconcerting and damnably good. "Always," she murmurs as he sucks kisses onto her neck. "Mine. And I'm yours."

He wraps one arm around her broad shoulders and pulls her close, reaching over the side of the cot to pull the fallen blankets back over them. "I won't leave you again," he promises as sleep claims him, and the satisfied sound she makes is the last thing he hears.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

I KNOW.

[franceica.livejournal.com]

OMG

That goes to an entirely new level with Top!Woman. I am staring.

[franceica.livejournal.com]

Although, of course, her body is still actually male. This sounds real weird, doesn't it?

I am wondering now what would happen if Narnia is a he instead of a she. Weird.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Now you people know what the inside of my head is like. SEND HELP.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

But Narnia couldn't be a "he"! This is why she and Peta never worked out the way Peter and Narnia did, as well as a couple other reasons that have to do with Peta's temperament v. Peter's.

Of course, Edmund is going to be absolutely horrified in the morning. *sigh*

[starsimpulse.livejournal.com]

gah. This makes me so happy, and really creeped out at the same time.

Your Narnia(the person/being) scares the hell out of me but its so addicting. I love it.

So... does Narnia leave in the middle of the night or do Edmund and Peter, like, wake up in eachother' arms and it's ,like, crazy awkward/awesome?

It's probubly even too early for bickering because Peter doesn't remember anything, huh? *ponders*

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Narnia has managed to creep even me out, and that's saying something.

Er...if I remember correctly, Edmund wakes up first, and then wakes Peter up with his swearing. And then there are problems, because they're still on the edge of war with the (very confused, and still very pissed off) Natarenes, and Edmund has to make them think that Peter remembers everything, and right now Peter mostly remembers, uh, Narnia. And how to kill things.

[starsimpulse.livejournal.com]

and right now Peter mostly remembers, uh, Narnia. And how to kill things.

Isn't that all that Peter does anyway? Also, my love for Edmund, knows NO BOUNDS.

So, when exactly is this? I get hella confused on dates, and years, and whats already happened and what hasn't, etc.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Well, in the normal course of events he would also remember how to speak Narnian without having to think about it. And who Edmund and Susan and Lucy are. (Boy, that's going to go badly.)

ahahahaha the great dates question. Uh, well, the timeline is here (http://bedlamsbard.livejournal.com/260939.html), but it's only kind of vaguely accurate. I think Peter goes missing about seven years in, comes back a year later, and then "Old Timber" and the Belgarine War/Telmarine raids take place a year after that, nine years in.

[storm-of-roses.livejournal.com]

okay, these comments are confusing the heck out of me. Who is Peta, and what does edmund have to do with Narnia-person?

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

The Edmund and Narnia thing is a little confusing, and I don't think explicitly ever spelled out anywhere except in realpestilence and my PMs. But basically, this posits that Narnia is an independent entity who, on occasion, possesses Edmund in order to communicate with Peter. Communication here being sex. As in, "the High King is husband to the land."

Peta is a genderfuck version of Peter (http://bedlamsbard.livejournal.com/tag/petaverse), in which Peter is and always has been a girl. (There is a fic, "Be Like Water", which is a complete retelling of PC; it's going into edits as soon as I have time to breathe.)

[storm-of-roses.livejournal.com]

aha. thanks so much! Sorry, I've been bugging you a lot lately.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, 's okay! I am more or less flattered by it.