Bonus content like an AU of the casts' experience with the movie (basically imaginary interviews) and deleted chapters from my Edmund Pevensie series.

"Is something wrong Ed?" "When has anything ever been right for me?" Story takes place after the battle with the White Witch, during the golden age of the Pevensies. #3 in Mideval (30.01.19) #5 in C.S. Lewis (30.01.19) #14 in Narnia (23.02.19) #2 in Edmund (18.05.19)

*Under Editing* <-- S l o w l y "It Feels Like Your Screaming And No one Can Hear. You Almost Feel Ashamed That Someone Could Be That Important, That Without Them, you Feel Like Nothing. No one Will Ever Understand How Much It Hurts. You Feel Hopeless, Like Nothing Can Save You. And When Its over, and It's Gone, You Almost Wish That You Could Have All That Bad Stuff Back, So That You Could Have The Good." •*•*•*•*•*• The Devil Is Real, And He Isn't A Little Man With RED Horns And A TAIL. He Can Be Beautiful Because He's A FALLEN Angel And He Used To Be Gods FAVOURITE.

EDMUND X READER "Edmund, I... I like you" I confessed. Fiddling with my fingers. My eyes were looking at everything. Anything. Anything but him. "I just wanted to know how... how you feel... what you feel about... me. Us." It was silent for a few moments. I finally looked at him to find out why he was so quiet. The moment my eyes landed on his face, I was able to see his expression. He had the biggest smile and his cheeks were red. Like red red. "Y/N," He said my name. That alone made me feel butterflies. He chuckled, "You really are clueless." Edmund stood up and took my hands. He stood me up gently. We were now standing in front of each other with the sunset behind us, hitting the right features. Our eyes were fixated on each other. "This whole time," he said, "did you not even have one passing thought that I maybe have liked you too?" I blushed. Redder than cherries. "I never got to think about it" I answered. "Why?" "Because," he said as he cupped my chin gently, "I like you too." You, move into a new town in England and meet the four Pevensies. You accidentally enter an enchanting new world you've never been to. ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO DISNEY. I DONT KNOW HOW THIS WORKS BUT THE CHARACTERS AND NARNIA BELONG TO DISNEY. THE STORY BELONG TO ME.

Book 2 (Book 1: Afraid to Love) "What's gotten into you? Back in Narnia-" "That's the thing Edmund! We're not in Narnia we're here, as classmates. Nothing more" "You know that's not true, Avelyn" "Face it Ed, we've lost what we had" #14 in Edmund Pevensie (26.02.19)

Book 3 in the Edmund Pevensie series. "This is our last time here, isn't it?" "Yes, you've all grown up" (Book 1: Afraid to love Book 2: finding what we lost)

"Ed, if you don't shut up-" There was a smile of amusement on her face. "Yeah, what are you gonna do about it?" Her eyebrows drew in and there was a hint of a smirk on her face. Madelyn Parker is an average girl from England with a rather boring life. At least that's what she thinks until she opens the door to Narnia where she learns her life is anything but boring. Edmund Pevensie x OC All characters except Madelyn Parker belong to C. S. Lewis. Part One: The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian Part Two: The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader Part One Started: July 31, 2020 Part One Completed: January 11, 2021 Part Two Started: January 15, 2021 Part Two Completed: May 16, 2021 Ranks: #1 in thechroniclesofnarnia #1 in narnian #1 in kingedmund #2 in princess #7 in narnia #28 in strong

Born to rule. Forged in war. Destined to fall. She was the first daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, the undisputed heir to the Iron Throne. A dragon's fire burned fiercely in her veins, and the realm whispered of the warrior queen she was always meant to become. She loved a prince who would one day betray her trust, and she was promised to a man of ice and honor-Lord Cregan Stark. But in the deadly game of thrones, love is an unforgivable weakness, and duty is a lifelong cage. When the Dance of the Dragons erupts into flame, Valenya does not hide behind her brothers; she flies beside them. Blade in hand, dragon in the sky, she intends to carve her name into history with fire and blood. She will burn for her family, for her mother's stolen birthright, and for the crown that was once promised to her name. But the ashes of war change everything. Faced with a choice between a blood-soaked throne in the south or the quiet winter of the north, Valenya must decide where her true allegiance lies. Can a dragon truly rule from the walls of Winterfell, or will she lay down her crown to save the last of her family? What is a crown worth, when all it brings is ruin? ─── ✧ ─── [ cregan stark x fem!oc ] [ status: ongoing ] [ a dance of the dragons fanfiction ]

Targaryen. A name that smallfolk and highborn feared. A name that represented and symbolized dragons. Every time a Targaryen is born. The Gods flip a coin as the world holds its breath. A daughter was born, white hair, cunning purple eyes and pale skin. Just like her mother and father. She was a true Targaryen. The true heir to the throne, a heir that everyone would respect. She would surpass her mother and father combined. She was unique, a treasure. But as the throne was giving to the unrightful heir of the seven kingdoms. Vaelyra Targaryen seeks help from her mothers demand as she search's for help along with her brothers. But, what Vaelyra doesn't know is that she finds two very handsome men that help her claim her birthright. Aenar Celtalar and Valar Celator help the young princess out. One even falling in love with her. What happens when Vaelyra goes back home with Aenar and Valar? OC x OC -Warning this is just a fanfic, none of this is real. I came up with the ideas by myself. All rights go to the creator of House of the Dragon. Along with the House of the Dragon characters. -This book may mention the following: ~Gore ~Blood ~Death ~Depression ~Mature Language -Please comment! I love if you give ideas and I love reading my followers/readers thoughts! It gives me the courage to write more and to continue my stories. -Also, Vaelyra is the aftermath of Daemon not leaving the Whore House. Him and Rhaenyra actually done it and Vaelyra is the after math. Rhaenyra was 21 at that time not 17. I had to age her and Daemon up just a tad to make the story line! But other than that! Enjoy! -Enjoy the story!

This is inspired by @vermaxfire on Tiktok! Story idea is credited to her! One prince died. One queen defied death. One spell refused to let go. The Dance of the Dragons ended in fire and blood, but Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen refuses to surrender her firstborn son. When Prince Jacaerys Velaryon is returned to Dragonstone after his death at sea, grief drives her to a desperate act forbidden even by Valyrian sorcerers. Through ancient blood magic, she attempts to pull him back from the realm of the dead. The ritual fails. Or so everyone believes. Instead of resurrection, Jacaerys is trapped in an enchanted sleep beneath Dragonstone-a prince suspended between life and death, untouched by time as kingdoms rise, dynasties fall, and the world forgets his name. One hundred and seventy years later, the last Targaryen crosses the Narrow Sea. Drawn to Dragonstone by dreams she cannot explain, Daenerys Stormborn awakens the ancient magic buried within the island... and with it, the sleeping prince from a forgotten age. Jacaerys opens his eyes expecting to find his mother, his family, and a kingdom at war. Instead, he awakens to a broken dynasty, a house reduced to legend, and a young queen who carries the blood of the dragon-and the burden of restoring it. As past and present collide, secrets buried for nearly two centuries emerge from Dragonstone's depths. The magic that preserved Jacaerys was never truly finished, and the force that answered Rhaenyra's desperate plea has been waiting all this time to collect its price. To save the future, they must first confront the ghosts of the past. Because some dragons never truly die-they only wait to awaken.