request fic
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bedlamsbardFor lassiterfics, who said, "How about the time Lucy saved Edmund from an earthquake/flood/natural disaster of your choosing? Cuddles a plus!"
There are no cuddles. But there is an earthquake!
Lucy hauls herself out from beneath a pile of rubble, coughing up rock dust. Her hands and clothes - everything in sight - is covered in the stuff, casting the shattered remains of Redhaven into a ghostly light. A few feet away, a huge chunk of fallen stone tries to move; Lucy scrambles over the wreckage to pull it free, helping Batali out. The jaguar is bleeding from a cut over his eye.
“Are you hurt, your majesty?” he asks, rubbing at it with one paw.
Lucy shakes her head, belatedly remembering the check the cordial at her belt. The crystal hasn’t been broken, thank the gods. “The others?” she asks, glancing up at the darkly smoking volcano that shadows the city. It’s been belching out clouds of smoke and dust for days, but it hasn’t yet joined the dance, just tapped its feet a bit. This latest tap has been the worst of all; they should have evacuated the island days ago, if the Duke of Brenn hadn’t been so bloody convinced that it was nothing -
“Armyan is dead,” he says. “Crushed skull, I saw it. It was quick. The others - I can smell Sher and Fain, I’d know that damned dog anywhere -”
“Edmund,” Lucy whispers suddenly, remembering him running into the room. She hadn’t seen where he’d been after - “Edmund!” she screams, and sees a pile of rock move slightly as Edmund’s bodyguard Fain claws his way out of the rubble.
“His majesty’s down here -”
She goes slipping and sliding across the tumbled rock until she finds the place Fain’s indicated; the Guard helps her move stones until she finds Edmund’s crushed body. His broken bones make a horrible sound when she hauls him out, Fain moving quickly so that his head comes down on the wolfhound’s soft side.
Lucy uncaps her cordial quickly, lifting it to his lips. She twists the stopper back on and stares at her brother, her hands clamped tightly around the quickly until Edmund moans and turns his head aside, coughing.
“Motherfucker,” he spits. “Ow.”
Fain twists and licks his face helpfully.
“Let’s never do that again,” Edmund says to Lucy, then extends his arm. “Help me up. Let’s see what kind of mess the earthquake made of Redhaven.”
And forbe_themoon, who said, "The one where Edmund is almost alone in a hostile country and has to get himself out. Quietly."
It was the fourth hour of the day and the sun was just beginning to make its slow way over the eastern horizon when a sparrow came to Edmund’s window, tapping against the glass until he rose from his bed and went to open the latch. They spoke in hurried whispers, then the sparrow nodded its head in acquiescence and flew away. Edmund went to dress quickly, his clothes battered and ill-kept, taking a stained canvas sea-bag from the bottom of his chest.
The woman in his bed stirred, stretching languorously. “Leaving now, Master de Lacerda?” she asked in Alvaradan. “It’s a wretchedly early hour.”
“It is indeed,” Edmund agreed, thanking Aslan that Pia Silvia was near-sighted and couldn’t see what he was wearing. “But business calls.”
Business, in the sense that someone at the archonate had finally realized that a king of Narnia was staying uninvited in the Alvaradan Islands and was sending a troop to come and arrest him. Not exactly the welcome Edmund had in mind.
He leaned over the bed and kissed Pia Silvia on the cheek. “I must speak with a certain gentleman about futures in peach brandy,” he explained. “I shall see you again at a more reasonable hour.”
“I should count on it.” She leaned back against the pillows and let the sheets fall away, revealing a wealthy of dark curves.
Edmund admired the view for a moment. “Please,” he said, “surely by now you know that you can call me Jerome.”
Then he picked up the sea-bag and went away, taking a side street to avoid that archonate soldiers that were already making their way down from the hill. There was a ship at the docks getting ready to put away; Edmund hurried up the gangway and doffed his cap at the captain, who growled, “You nearly missed us, Mauss. Now get your things to your berth and get back up here; you’re top-eyes.”
“Aye, Captain,” Edmund said, and went.
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westingturtle answered her own prompt! I don't think I can improve on that.
lassiterfics, who said, "How about the time Lucy saved Edmund from an earthquake/flood/natural disaster of your choosing? Cuddles a plus!"There are no cuddles. But there is an earthquake!
Lucy hauls herself out from beneath a pile of rubble, coughing up rock dust. Her hands and clothes - everything in sight - is covered in the stuff, casting the shattered remains of Redhaven into a ghostly light. A few feet away, a huge chunk of fallen stone tries to move; Lucy scrambles over the wreckage to pull it free, helping Batali out. The jaguar is bleeding from a cut over his eye.
“Are you hurt, your majesty?” he asks, rubbing at it with one paw.
Lucy shakes her head, belatedly remembering the check the cordial at her belt. The crystal hasn’t been broken, thank the gods. “The others?” she asks, glancing up at the darkly smoking volcano that shadows the city. It’s been belching out clouds of smoke and dust for days, but it hasn’t yet joined the dance, just tapped its feet a bit. This latest tap has been the worst of all; they should have evacuated the island days ago, if the Duke of Brenn hadn’t been so bloody convinced that it was nothing -
“Armyan is dead,” he says. “Crushed skull, I saw it. It was quick. The others - I can smell Sher and Fain, I’d know that damned dog anywhere -”
“Edmund,” Lucy whispers suddenly, remembering him running into the room. She hadn’t seen where he’d been after - “Edmund!” she screams, and sees a pile of rock move slightly as Edmund’s bodyguard Fain claws his way out of the rubble.
“His majesty’s down here -”
She goes slipping and sliding across the tumbled rock until she finds the place Fain’s indicated; the Guard helps her move stones until she finds Edmund’s crushed body. His broken bones make a horrible sound when she hauls him out, Fain moving quickly so that his head comes down on the wolfhound’s soft side.
Lucy uncaps her cordial quickly, lifting it to his lips. She twists the stopper back on and stares at her brother, her hands clamped tightly around the quickly until Edmund moans and turns his head aside, coughing.
“Motherfucker,” he spits. “Ow.”
Fain twists and licks his face helpfully.
“Let’s never do that again,” Edmund says to Lucy, then extends his arm. “Help me up. Let’s see what kind of mess the earthquake made of Redhaven.”
And for
be_themoon, who said, "The one where Edmund is almost alone in a hostile country and has to get himself out. Quietly."It was the fourth hour of the day and the sun was just beginning to make its slow way over the eastern horizon when a sparrow came to Edmund’s window, tapping against the glass until he rose from his bed and went to open the latch. They spoke in hurried whispers, then the sparrow nodded its head in acquiescence and flew away. Edmund went to dress quickly, his clothes battered and ill-kept, taking a stained canvas sea-bag from the bottom of his chest.
The woman in his bed stirred, stretching languorously. “Leaving now, Master de Lacerda?” she asked in Alvaradan. “It’s a wretchedly early hour.”
“It is indeed,” Edmund agreed, thanking Aslan that Pia Silvia was near-sighted and couldn’t see what he was wearing. “But business calls.”
Business, in the sense that someone at the archonate had finally realized that a king of Narnia was staying uninvited in the Alvaradan Islands and was sending a troop to come and arrest him. Not exactly the welcome Edmund had in mind.
He leaned over the bed and kissed Pia Silvia on the cheek. “I must speak with a certain gentleman about futures in peach brandy,” he explained. “I shall see you again at a more reasonable hour.”
“I should count on it.” She leaned back against the pillows and let the sheets fall away, revealing a wealthy of dark curves.
Edmund admired the view for a moment. “Please,” he said, “surely by now you know that you can call me Jerome.”
Then he picked up the sea-bag and went away, taking a side street to avoid that archonate soldiers that were already making their way down from the hill. There was a ship at the docks getting ready to put away; Edmund hurried up the gangway and doffed his cap at the captain, who growled, “You nearly missed us, Mauss. Now get your things to your berth and get back up here; you’re top-eyes.”
“Aye, Captain,” Edmund said, and went.
And
westingturtle answered her own prompt! I don't think I can improve on that.