there are at least a couple of parts in my calormen fic where people are going to wonder, "uh... are they, like, having sex?" and i will not specify! i will just continue to describe what they are doing on that bed in this (not so) vague way!:

“Edmund,” Susan breathes. “O my brother, what have you done to me?”

“Don’t you trust me, Su? I thought we’re to trust each other, you and I.”

Her skin is raw and sensitive with magic; he can tell from the way she mewls at every brush of the sheets on her skin and how she curves into his caresses. Her eyes are unfocused and her breathing unsteady. Edmund kisses her face and she lets herself be lulled by it, kisses him back and her warm hands cup his face, slide down his neck and turn into fists clutching his shirt. His sister unfurls in his arms, and he exerts only the gentlest pressure in holding her still, holding her close. Edmund makes no unexpected movements and speaks very slow, very soft, the way one would to a dangerous animal caught in a trap. There is nothing to fear, he is telling her. More importantly, there is nothing to fight.

uhhhhhhhhh okay so out of context it sounds like edmund is date-raping his sister. (maybe IN context it sounds like he is date-raping his sister too, who knows with me. god, self.)
THIS FIC IS SO CLOSE TO DONE I CAN ALMOST TASTE IT kfs;l'