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modern narniaMonica Tomas as Aravis Tarkheena

“My name is Aravis Tarkheena and I am the only daughter of Kidrash Tarkaan, the son of Rishti Tarkaan, the son of Kidrash Tarkaan, the son of Ilsombreh Tisroc, the son of Ardeeb Tisroc who was descended in a right line from the god Tash. My father is the lord of the province of Calavar and is one who has the right of standing on his feet in his shoes before the face of Tisroc himself (may he live for ever).”

Edmund x Reader: The Charade

Anon said: Hi!!!! Can I have an imagine where Edmund and the reader are undercover as a couple or something. And they have to be close and affectionate, but at one point it’s not really acting anymore;) thank you. ❤️ your imagines are so great 😪

Thank you once again. 😊 And you weren’t clear so whether you wanted it to be in Narnia or a Modern AU, but I’m assuming it would be Narnia. Sorry, if I’m wrong.

(F/N) will be (Y/N)’s code name for this. Didn’t want to put a name that might’ve been related to you in a way without you wanting it to.

-Golden Age-

(Y/N) walked past the nobles in the castle while giving a quick curtsy and dashing away. She wasn’t to keen on speaking to anyone right now. She rushed into her room and sighed in relief that she was away from all the drama there had been where she had left.

She and Edmund had been assigned to go undercover in Calormen to spy on a noble family there that was suspected of thievery from the castle they were staying at.

She heard the door open and click behind her. She didn’t bother turning around knowing exactly who it was.

Edmund threw himself onto the bed and stuffed his face in the pillow. She mumbled something under his breath. She couldn’t tell what it was, but she guessed it wasn’t nice.

She then herself layed down beside him on the bed. He turned his head to look at her and frowned. They both thought the same thing and after a minute stood up. They prepared themselves and then left the room, arm in arm. Was it not mentioned that they had to act as if they were courted? High King Peter’s orders. He thought it would help to make it seem more reliable of a cover for them.

“Oh! Thomas, (F/N)! It’s about time. Look if like to present you to the noble family of Calavar.

Edmund and (Y/N) walked over when their code names were called. They have genuine smiles to the family, not because they were glad to meet them, but because they had just found their targeted family.

“Please, my lords. Thomas and I are delighted to meet you all. We’ve heard such good things of your family. Isn’t that right, dear?” (Y/N) squeezed Edmund’s hand.

“Of course, darling. All good things!”

They talked for a few more minutes before the two excused themselves from the family. They moved near the wall where they would have some privacy to talk to each other, but still be seen in the eyesight of everyone.

Edmund moved a hand to her hold her waist and leaned his lips to her ear as if whispering sweet nothings. “Wasn’t that necklace the lord’s wife was wearing on display a month ago? The one that unexpectedly vanished?” Edmund whispered with a smile to keep up with the act.

“Exactly what I thought,” she moved to stand in front of him rather than beside him. Edmund moved both his hands to clasp her waist while she had her hands at his shoulders.

“So it’s no doubt they are in fact guilty of what we assume. That along with all the other evidence we’ve found.” Edmund rested his forehead against (Y/N)’s. He noticed her slight look of disapproval.

“Oh, come on darling. Don’t be like that,” he spoke normally causing some people to look their way. “We’re suppose to be acting as if we’re in courtship,” he whispered.

“Fine then,” she huffed and out of annoyance kissed him. He was surprised at first, but kissed her back to refrain from getting revealed to be frauds.

“I didn’t want to make it seem like I didn’t want to, Thomas,” (Y/N) said in an exaggerated tone.

“Why do I even bother?” Edmund sighed and said that for both himself and Thomas.

(Y/N) gave him a cheeky grin as he pulled him to the dance floor.

She placed her hand on his shoulder while the other held his hand. He put his free hand on her shoulder once more before dancing to the music.

“You know this isn’t so bad,” (Y/N) hummed as she continued swaying.

“Says the person who frowned when I put my face close to yours,” Edmund smirked.

“I was referring to the dance,” (Y/N) slightly laughed when Edmund blushed.

“You can be insufferable. Did you know that, my love?” Edmund tried brushing off his embarrassment by brushing his nose against (Y/N)’s. He then pulled her eighth against his chest which made her cheeks go pink.

“So can you, sweetheart.” She pressed a kiss on his cheek which only made him glare at her slightly.

They continued with their quite bantering while still keeping up their charade.

The night came to an end, so the two “lovebirds” walked back to their bedroom.

They had been holding hands there, and normally they would let go once they were back in the room, but this time they didn’t.

(Y/N) changed her gown for her sleeping clothes in the closet. When she came out she saw Edmund struggling with his tunic. She tried holding back a laugh when she noticed his very frustrated face.

He glared at her then frowned. He ultimately gave up and looked at her with pleading eyes. “Could you help me, please.”

She laughed lightly and walked over to him. She untied his tunic, but suddenly froze when she felt his hand brush against her cheek.

“You have really soft skin,” he mumbled without thoroughly thinking what he said.

She contained a laugh since she had not been expecting him to say that.

“Really, Edmund?”

“Mhm. Your lips are also really pink,” he moved a finger to brush her lips. “And really long eyelashes,” he smiled and moved a lock of her hair from her face.

“You realize you can drop the act, right? There’s no one around, Ed,” she whispered, but hoped he wouldn’t. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t remotely like him.

“I know and I’m not acting,” he leaned in and brushed his lips with hers.

Without much hesitation, she once again that night kissed him. He didn’t hesitate this time and immediately responded. He deepened the kiss by pulling her face closer to his, if that was possible.

“Guess we can both drop the act, huh?” Edmund sighed in delight referring to them both harboring feelings for each other.

“You can sleep on the bed today instead of the divan, ” she whispered.

His eyes gleamed with amusement and a playful smirk appeared on his lips.

“Not like that, Edmund!” she playfully flared glared.

“I wasn’t!” Edmund defended himself, but couldn’t help but smile.

“You better had not,” she laughed but was serious.

He changed into his night clothes and laid on the bed. She laid beside him, only for him to pull her to lay her head on his chest.

She didn’t complain and slept peacefully to the sound of his heart beat as he fell asleep to the beautiful young women sleeping beside him. Both glad they no longer had to put up an act.

MERRY CHRISTMAS HAVE SOME SPAMANO

A PRESENT FOR @servant-of-spamano who didn’t get a Christmas this year~ I love superheroes, so have a superhero spamano AU for Christmas!))

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Green eyes looked over the city skyline with a sigh.

He HAD to get home in time- but at the same time, the city was a real mess today!

With a sigh, he glanced up at the sun. He could feel the energy from it seeping into him, fueling his fire.

He jumped off the building.

Immediately, his whole body caught on fire.

If you asked Antonio, he would say the key to not getting burned by fire is to welcome it. Appreciate the sensation, the warmth. Bow to it and let it move you. Antonio did, and the fire inside him hadn’t let him down yet.

The sun was his brother, the fire was his friend.

Speaking of the sun, it was edging him towards the north. A robbery.

He grinned, landing outside the law firm that was being robbed. A law firm? Mm. Suspicious. He jumped up so he was in front of the window, shooting a fireball through it. “Hey amigos, let’s let los abogados return to their business, sí?” He said, laying on the spanish. Antonio’s accent wasn’t all that thick (although he did have the exclusive Spain lisp) but El Fuego’s accent was fresh-off-the-boat thick. He sounded like he just came over from the old country that week.

He sighed, watching as the burglars tried to escape. He followed them, trying to get the software and files they took back. The sun was out, so his powers were strong.

But it was also the dead of winter. Snow was everywhere and it was COLD. God he couldn’t stand the cold! 15 minutes into his day and he was off his game. Not completely shocking, considering the date and the cold and his promise and he really should have slept last night…

He finally caught up to them and the ring of fire he made was weak at best, but still enough to stop them “now come, drop the stuff.” Antonio said.

They did. A good choice.

After returning the stuff, accepting the obligatory “thank yous” and “how can we ever repay you good sirs” Antonio just sort of floated around for a while, using his best to keep himself warm. Nothing came up, and he silently hoped maybe he could go home?

Nope. Just before lunch there was a large hold up in the train station. Perfect.

He arrived just after the police. Hostages were bad. And yet, soon enough at the risk of civilians, he was bursting through a window in a ball of fire, melting machine guns as he went. Being below ground was never good for him. the sun couldn’t reach underground.

So when he felt the sharp pain of a bullet hitting the calavar Ludwig INSISTED putting in his suit and breaking a rib, he really shouldn’t have been surprised.

He kept fighting anyway, broken ribs were nothing new.

Police officers outside started shooting as well, and then Monsieur Elastique and Eagle showed up. They were the dream team. They were THE trio. They could do this.

A few more bullets to his torso (Note to self, bake Ludwig a very nice “I’m sorry for calling you a stupid head for wanting to put bulletproofing in my superhero outfit it’s quite useful and I blame my husband for wearing off on me” flan to be delivered to his house), and he and his friends were watching the officers cuff the gunmen.

Antonio sighed, rubbing his shoulder (he had gotten a nice bruise) and wishing he could just go home to be with his husband.

His Lovi.

Lovino had been pouting when he left. Antonio and Lovino Vargas-Carriedo had the day off. Their restaurant was closed. But El Fuego knew that evil never rested, even if Lovino said he wouldn’t don his own mask and cape on Christmas Eve.

It wasn’t shocking, Lovino loved his other occupation, but he had limits most Heros didn’t. Unles something big happened, he tried to take off Christmas, and sometimes on his birthday. Their wedding anniversary was another No day, since the two prefered spending it together. But the worst days were when Antonio went out and Lovino didn’t.

Lovino knew Antonio was capable - hell he’d saved Lovino many times, and Vice Versa! - but days where they knew the other was out alone were hellish, and they usually argued.

Antonio just hoped Lovino would make an exception for Christmas, especially if he made it home for dinner.

Lovino got upset when people missed planned meals. Dates, celebrations, parties- if there was food planned, the least you could do was show up for a moment. And it was even stronger when Lovino cooked. As a chef, he took much pride in his work. If he planned a dinner party or it was his night to make dinner and you missed it with no warning, Lovino got upset.

And, oh Antonio could just picture Lovino if he missed Christmas dinner of all things.

Lovino wouldn’t be upset. He would be absolutely LIVID.

He would demand where Antonio had been, rant about how he had spent all day slaving over a hot oven to make a delicious meal on CHRISTMAS of all days and how Antonio didn’t even have the decency to say he couldn’t come or even come up with a good excuse (outside from the world ending, in Lovino’s opinion, there was no good excuse for missing dinner) and on top of that he had no clue if Antonio was safe and not dead in a ditch by some guys lucky bullet (Lovino really did care- he just showed it with some more colorful language)

Needless to say, he would go to bed that night on the couch with a lukewarm meal in his stomach (he didn’t dare reheat Lovino’s food- nothing he made touched a microwave. Period. It was too late for him to turn on the stove, the bill would already be high from all the work Lovino had done and there was a strict no fire in the apartment rule), a heavy heart, and not so much as a kiss from his husband in the way of a Christmas gift. They both would be quiet and upset in the morning, and then it all varied. Lovino’s “I’m not speaking to you” record was a full month and a half and Antonio had only fixed that one by finally sucking up his nerve and proposing. (he had thought Antonio had cheated, which he would never , and Antonio thought Lovino had been the cheater, which had hurt Lovino. It was the worst month and a half in either of their lives since meeting each other and there was an unspoken agreement to never speak of it.)

So yea, dinner was a big deal.

After saying goodbye to his friends, Antonio stretched, all set to head home.

And then there were bombs.

Bombs had been planted throughout the city, and antonio’s attention was immediately redirected to fire control.

The worst part was that now clouds were out, and it was snowing. His power was weakening. By the time all the fires were under control, he was running on fumes.

He knew he should have gone home, called it a day and let others handle it.

But the police knew that there was one more bomb. And Antonio refused to let it blow.

Another hour and the bomb had been located. The building had been cleared of people, but the experimental tech would cost a lot of money and have a lot of impact if it blew.

So Antonio went in alone, hunting for a bomb.

He had no clue where to start, but he had to hurry. Do me was in an hour and a half. And the bomb had 2 hours left.

1 hour and fifty minutes later, he had nothing.

Lovino would be PISSED.

At the 1 and a half hour mark, he honestly considered leaving right then and there. He could be home in five minutes, and that wouldn’t be bad at all. 15 minutes was when Lovino got upset. But he had to do his job.

It was night now, and it was still snowing. Antonio’s powers were shot and because he didn’t have any energy from the sun, he was exausted.

So when he found the bomb, his first thought was to get it out of the building.

He didn’t have time to dismantle it, and he knew he could absorb the punch it packed. So he jumped out a window. With the last of his energy, he flew up.

It exploded against his chest in mid-air, and it HURT. Oh god, so much for the fire never fighting him back. THIS was what being on fire really felt like. With no fire left in him, the fire around him consumed him.

Antonio was on fire and for once he was not flying instead he was falling and in his mind he silently told Lovino he loved him good god he loved him so much, told Lovino to go out and live don’t waste too much time grieving and he was so so so sorry he missed dinner he was sure it was delicious.

What he wouldn’t give for just one more dinner with his beautiful amor. Shame.

And then, Antonio wasn’t falling.

He was floating. Floating but he wasn’t on fire-

He realized he was in an energy bubble. There was no oxygen in here so the fire was going out but Antonio also couldn’t breathe but, oh hey who ever made it thought of that in that moment because the bubble popped and he was falling falling-

Arms. He was in someone’s arms.

Someone was sobbing.

His hearing returned to him first “-oh god you big stupid bastard don’t you dare be dead! You’re not allowed to be dead so open your big stupid eyes and just look at me so I can yell at you for being a stupid idiot!”

Ah. Lovino had saved him then.

Antonio opened his eyes to see Lovino (in his persona as mr. Mysterio), flying with him in his arms.

Antonio coughed. Lovino looked down and actually sobbed- no why was Lovino crying was he that upset over dinner?- as they landed on the roof.

Lovino carried him inside, placing him in the bathtub and filling it with lukewarm water after stripping Antonio of his suit.

Antonio watched as Lovino gently washed him down, looking sadder at every bruise and burn he had.

“Lovi-” Antonio croaked “shut up” Lovino snapped, washing him down.

Lovino finished cleaning him up, dressed his burns and taped his ribs before sitting him on the couch. “Lovino.” Antonio grabbed his arm before he could walk away. Lovino finally looked at him- god his look broke Antonio’s heart- “lovi I’m sorry about dinner.” He said.

Lovino only looked sadder.

He left.

Antonio sighed, trying to get comfortable on the couch for the night.

And then Lovino came back, and thank dios he had water, Antonio’s throat was scratchy.

He drank his water in silence, Lovino watching every swallow, making sure he finished the glass.

Antonio finished it, and put it down.

And then he had a lap full of Lovino and lips were on his and hands were in his hair and Antonio absolutely melted.
he always did when Lovino kissed him.

What? Lovino was Italian after all!

When he pulled away, Lovino didn’t let his hair go, pressing his forehead to antonio’s “Lovi-” Antonio tried again

“Do you know” Lovino said “how much you fucking scared me tonight?”

Oh. Oh…

“Lovi I…” “When I first heard about that bomb, I thought sure; he can handle this. It didn’t hit me until half way through the two hours that you were probably running on fumes if not dry. And then you didn’t come out and when 15 minutes were left I decided I was going AFTER you and then you just jumped out that window just before I would get there and you didn’t fly holy fuck I got so scared when you didn’t fly you just fell you fell and you can’t fall I won’t let you-”

Antonio kissed him again, gently, calming.

They split apart, Lovino was crying “and I don’t fucking care about dinner that much you idiot you almost died! How could you be that stupid you knew you had no energy! You should have asked for help- I would have shown in a heartbeat! God you shouldn’t have been out there alone. Grandpa was always out there alone and he’s dead and-” he took a shaky breath “and I don’t care if it’s Christmas or whatever I just can’t lose you! So you’re never allowed to die- and especially not on Christmas!”

“Lovi.” Antonio said “don’t worry. I’m here. I’m alive. I’m just fine and I’m not leaving you. Ever.” He took Lovinos hand, rings touching “till death do us part, remember?”

Lovino let out a laugh that sounded more like a sob “how could I forget?”

They kissed and cuddled some more. Antonio’s stomach growled at one point and Lovino went to the stove to go heat the food again.

And when midnight rolled around and Lovino kissed him and whispered merry Christmas Antonio decided he really really shouldn’t go out next Christmas.

(Oh, and his Christmas present was amazing.)

(It was Lovino)

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((Moral of the story- don’t go out and save people on Christmas. XD I don’t know what this is but HEY ITS 12:09 AS I FINISH THIS MERRY CHRISTMAS))