Sloane wrote for me the most perfect fic ever.
Behind.
It is about Edmund, and I do not even have to describe it, for the following excerpt will do:
“Oh, Edmund,” Lucy cries, throws herself into his arms, “you’ve been here, too! Now they’ll have to believe us.”
He wraps his arms around her, smells her shampoo, knows he will lie.*
My very favourite pairing in the whole world is Edmund/Lucy, which will probably come as a surprise to you all. I love Edmund/Lucy more than any other pairing, although I never show it, not really. Well, I do, but you can only see it if you're looking. You can see it in the way Edmund laughs; in the way Lucy reaches first for Edmund; in the way Edmund dislikes Caspian but isn't quite sure why. Lucy is so kind and forgiving, and Edmund wounds her in the very worst way, but she loves him and forgives him and, more than Aslan's forgiveness, that means the world to Edmund. He holds her close and looks after her, and when the train crashes he wraps his arms around her and doesn't let go. When they are kings and queens she is so happy to see Tumnus alive and well after all the years inbetween, but she is happier still when she turns from the light, when she turns from where she is dancing with Tumnus to see Edmund scowling in the corner, because everything is fine if Edmund is scowling at her.
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Okay. I'm actually going to be productive now. Sorry for spamming you all these last few days.
ETA: the comments contain discussion of incest, and Why I Read It.