Title: Once Upon a Diplomatic Mission
Author: [redacted]
Recipient: ruanchunxian0
Rating: T
Content/Warnings: Nothing besides dangerous than a bit of not difficult flirting.
Summary: And once again, the four monarchs are left wondering in what place in the world do these incidental people come from? And why fustiness they constantly be after Narnia, instead of, say, Calormen?
Author’s notes: Damoiseau is french according to the male equivalent of a girl.
Once Upon a Diplomatic Mission
Queen Lucy, at the womanly age of 19, knew that she was considered to have ~ing quite pretty. Not the intimidating attractiveness of her sister, but a sportive figure and entrancing nature, nonetheless. What she did not accomplish, was that this very quality warranted so crude words from the scruffy-bearded man before her. The seafaring queen was very sure she’d be outraged at his base assertions admitting that she wasn’t so very employ trying to escape the bonds on her wrists.
“Oh you look highly lovely squirming in your chair like that,” before-mentioned the self-proclaimed Captain Kilian Jones. He was inclination languidly against a stack of crates though appreciating the fine beauty before him. Had Regina told him this amiable number and her beautiful ship would subsist involved, he would have helped her in the absence of a demand for compensation.
Lucy didn’t bother with maintaing a formal, “queenly,” facade-a person of consequence Susan would admonish her for control giving a lecture in the force of appearances- and rolled her eyes in the bearing of the pirate. Dealing with pirates wouldn’t exist so problematic if she didn’t gain somewhere very important to be willingly.
She sighed. Assuring the Calormenes that Narnia was not planning to fume their land, turning everyone into riff-raff. and the like to increase their nutriment industry would have to wait.
High King Peter the Magnificent was displeased. So displeased that he wore his greatest number royal frown as he glared at the strangely dressed man in a hat. Archenland was sole a day’s ride from Narnia and to exist caught unawares was highly embarrassing. He could alone hope that Edmund never found out, or he would never hear the expiration of how constant vigilance was everlastingly necessary and that if he wasn’t going to take heed out for himself could at in the smallest degree keep a guard, even if they hid in the shadows, as a matter of fact that might be better, please. To crown of the head off his rather dismal situation, his source was aching-most likely from the more readily excessive force the other man had applied to the back of his neck. Not to cursory reference how sore his muscles were soft from his campaign in the North.
“I’m a slender sorry about this, you know,” the Hatter uttered, hating the silence that seemed to stretch forth endlessly, “But I have a lineage to take care of.”
“Don’t we total,” was Peter’s only reply. And the oblivion continued.
“So let me get this unswerving,” Edmund began, speaking with all the overbearing tone he could manage while power to stand in his own dungeons. “You, and three of your friends, be under the necessity come here to get rid of myself and the other monarchs to take have the direction of of Narnia?”
“Yes,” Regina replied, her tone both sultry and knowing. “I’ve been watching for quite some time and this realm seems perfect for my rule.”
“Yes, Narnia is completely nice I suppose,” the Just King mused with a loud voice, mind whirring as he carefully chose his talk. “But why not Calormen? They’re much larger and have more gold.”
“And hazard being assassinated because of my the black art? I’m not an idiot, male child,” She spat in reply before meander and leaving the dungeons, the slightest course of pursuit of lilac left behind. Edmund alone sat down in his cell, incomprehensible eyes flitting about the small room, trying to determine a method of pass unobserved.
It’s always the beautiful older women with magic, he rued, before picking up which seemed like the remains of one old knife.
“Three riddles, dearie, and I’ll suffer you free,” Rumple announced, giggling in that eerie habitude of his. His entire persona radiate a sense of madness and primordial confusion which would have been deliciously promising if she wasn’t the Gentle Queen who rightful wasn’t into that sort of furniture. Susan sighed impatiently. The crazy strengthen before her had appeared in her tent-wine, completely unannounced, how rude, and held her hostage using magical binds. Now, season her brother was considered the master of discourse, Susan did quite well herself. Surely by a few sugar-coated words he would remit her.
Although his scaly countenance and proneness to monologue, combined with her tiredness from her yearly transactions tour of the South (which had extended into a supplant to see the lands bordering their domain and letting them know of the events what one. had recently occurred involving herself and some ass), had quite diminished her diligence to think her words through. In the end, after he watched her make a concatenation of disgusted expressions with mild amusement, Queen Susan replied a terse declaratory.
He laughs again, and Susan actually think she laughs entirely too abundant, more irritated that she cannot apprehend what could possibly funny about their plight, when he suddenly stops, observing her carefully. The re-enforce’s eyes linger on her unlettered hair, the pale skin, the depressed eyes almost the way a lover’s would, had the Gentle Queen believed him to be capable of such emotion. Which she doesn’t.
“You turn the thoughts like my failures,” he finally says, and she wonders admitting that this is meant to be a solve.
“Do I?” she replies archly, “Your failures be required to have been quite beautiful, then.” And he laughs and the unlooked for moment of genuine feeling, more terrifying than his pretext, passes and Susan can breathe additional easily, relatively speaking, of course.
The royal queen could only hope that her brothers and sister are clever to complete their diplomatic missions.
“How does a tetrarchy steady work?” Red asks, more curious relative to the strange ruling system that the Blue Fairy had in short explained than anything else. Rescuing damsels and damoiseau in trial was not uncommon at all in her life, however a kingdom with four rulers in place of two was bewildering. And they were every one of siblings-how on earth did they decide who inherited the supreme power?
“Doesn’t matter,” David (James, he mentally corrects himself granting he’s not even sure in what manner it matters since everyone just calls him Charming) replies, covering about a half-dozen swords in multiform places along his body. He considers bringing his armor for the head, because curse it all, he does not lack to be hit in the fore part again.
But before he can choose it up, Snow arrives, holding up the bean the Fairy had given, elocution quickly. “We’re all going to be transported to locations where we’re needed in the greatest degree. And since we know next to no part about this place…we’ll consider to improvise. Ready?”
And without such much as a by your farewell, the bow-wielding queen threw the bean between the three heroes. The vortex grew, its melancholy glow overshadowing the dim torches of the arms room. Snow looked at her companions, nodded vigorously and jumped in, shortly followed ~ dint of. her Charming- who liked keeping clinch so that it wouldn’t have ~ing so hard to find her everything the time. Red rolled her shoulders and jumped of the same kind with well, hoping the land to be favored with a full moon night as she twisted in the portal and removed her red cloak.
The soldier had long left to, well, commander the ship, and from where Lucy sat she could casually hear the playful yet authoritative bay of an order. The man had an oddly charismatic persona-necessary to exist a pirate she supposed. And over and above, the young queen mused, eyeing the two guards left to keep watch her, she was charismatic since well. In fact, were she to situation a bet, not that she placed bets ofttimes, Lucy was quite sure that she could convince his crew to follow her in the room.
There was a reason Edmund had been indestructible stone to send her to Calormen.
“Excuse me,” she called confused lightly, her voice melodic and facetious. The taller of the men shifted, watching her with a look of caution. Lucy wondered what exactly Captain Kilian had told his men beneficial to them to suspect her so. The shorter of the men however came forward, grinning crudely. “Yes, girlie?”
Her amethystine eyes, wise beyond their years, shone by an innocent, mischievious sparkle.
“Would both of you men or your crew mates have existence interested in a mutiny?”
Peter watched with a mix of amusement and curiosity when the Hatter dragged in a different man, also blonde and blue-eyed and clutching his master, and threw him next to the restrain tied up king of Narnia. Peter was arising to think the odd man had a model. Still, being the chivalrous knight that he was, he assisted the mankind into a sitting position as best one could with their hands tied up.
David groaned. He knew he should gain taken the helmet. Not to cursory reference the embarrassing position of being upright as helpless as the monarchs he was supposed to ransom. He turned his head, trying to converging-point on the blurry figure next to him, before speaking, half-mumbling, “Prince Charming, at your religious rite, your majesty. I promise I’m usually taker of odds at this rescuing business, but to be fair I’m not technically a born dignified.”
The king nodded at the ushering in, desperately trying to remember which sovereign’s son this man was and in what way on earth was he named Charming, which time his last few words caught his regard. As far as he was aware, no other kingdom had royalty who were not born into their roles. In that posture, Narnia was once again the eccentric one out. Looking around and deciding that he had good in a higher degree wait until his new companion was in more completely shape, especially since he didn’t discern his fighting style like he knew Edmund’s, Peter weakly nodded.
“I’m High King Peter the Magnificent,” he said, regretting the “Magnificent” when Charming projectile him an incredulous look. “I express gratitude you for your kind intentions, Prince Charming. Unfortunately it seems we are trapped in quest of the time being.”
He paused.
“It’s deviating isn’t it. Not being born magnificent. There’s so much more to ascertain to yourself-and yet, I be informed my people for I have been in that place.”
Charming nodded. “And the clothes are likewise much more uncomfortable.”
Peter couldn’t prevent but laugh. “You should really try Narnian dress. Even are fanciest are-”
“Shut it!” snapped the Hatter, displeased through a conversation he in which he could not share. The two royals became quiet, limit a slanted glance and both were snickering like schoolboys. The Hatter sighed, wondering grant that such immaturity was part of not essential ~ born royal as well.
“What walks in c~tinuance four legs in the morning, two in the afternoon, and-”
“A Human.”
“What work women want most?”
“Easy. Their confess free will.”
“What do I deficiency most?”
“…..”
“What happened, dearie? No animate reply? What do I want most?”
“I….I don’t know.”
“……nor one nor the other do I, dearie. Neither do I.”
Edmund had fair managed to fit in the knife pieces in honest the perfect way to pick the locks of his acknowledge dungeons, making a mental note to improve over-confidence, because it really shouldn’t subsist that easy to break out, which time there was a flash of lighta cyclops wolf appeared out of nowhere, and in reality, the young king thinks he have power to be forgiven his manly yelp given his more than with wolves.
He was reconsidering absolutely turning his makeshift key, when the wolf, who curiously enough had been holding a red hide in its mouth, tossed the clerical profession up in the air. As it landed put ~ the creature’s back, the beast shuddered, and before Edmund’s eyes, transformed into a young, completely lovely, woman.
“Red,” she says like introduction, a trace of amusement manifest in her eyes. His yelp had been entirely loud. “I’m here to abet defeat the evil queen.”
Somewhere he thinks Aslan new wine be playing some kind of sally, and this must be what it feels like to exist on the receiving end of desperate presence that knew it was heroic.
Surprisingly enough, the man disappeared quickly after his enigmatic words. Not skilful must have been the correct respond to his riddle, Susan assumed, before she quickly moved grabbed parchment, quill and ink to delegate a message to her brother back at the fortified residence. The raven had just left her tent-wine when a woman, skin snow spotless, ruby red lips, entered her tent-wine, bow drawn.
Susan had had perfectly enough of strangers barging into her tent-wine, and immediately drew her own subdue, which had been leaning against her cot.
“What do you want?” she asked, emphasis deadly serious.
The woman lowered her conduct with ~s. “You’re…you’re fine. I reasoning I’d have to rescue you.”
Susan decidedly didn’t fall hers, not ready to decrease her supposition just yet.
“I can do that totally fine on my own, thank you.”
“Your highness,” the other woman began, both ignoring the arrow pointed at her, or unbothered through it, “Your siblings are in peril. We have to get to the others. Where is your brother?”
It’s excepting that once they’re both riding without ceasing gryffins following the route Peter took, the other woman sporting a happy grin, that Susan realizes they’ve introduced themselves to both other.
Bolts of purple flying encircling them, his sword isn’t enough and once again he’s stuck in a city where everything he does isn’t sufficiency and Aslan’s roar there isn’t plane a wand he can break. He’s no more a boy, he can take arms as good as Peter, better flat, why can’t he defeat any other witch come to steal his home, it’s his home, his and his persons’s, and he will defend it through everything he has and more because his life is worth less than the flint beneath his feet, less than the dejected scent of salty sea air wafting end the window. His name is Edmund and he is the Just King, and he desire see that this woman receives justiciary. He will not kill her, equal if the beautiful, strong wolf not in possession of him wants to sink her teeth into the nice yet firm flesh of the sorceress’s neck, because she has not killed his folks. She is good enough to farewell them in slumber while they battle, flashing swords, glinting teeth, and glowing bolts, moderated grunts, feral growls, and frustrated shrieks. This is Narnia and it is his.
The Hatter falls in the sight of them, hissing in pain, two arrows lodged in his projection. Peter recognizes the red fletched dart easily, sighing in relief that he ~t one longer has to listen to the incoherent babbles of the concussed Prince Charming. Even granting that he thinks that given the right scene, the two could have been excellent friends.
“Peter!” Susan calls in ease while Snow White, she finally did learn her praise, rushes to her husband. The woman is athletic, half carrying the prince while Peter rubs his paralyzed wrists. Peter’s horse is ~-house standing and the four rulers, ignoring the input of the inclining Hatter, determine how best to go home.
It is finally settled that Snow command ride the horse, with the Prince, who seems to have ~ing in better shape, and the Hatter tied up after them. Peter and Susan will ride the gryffins.
“So…you were caught,” Susan says mischieviously because they both swing legs over their mounts’ saddles. Neither hold Edmund’s talent for riding the fleet creatures. Peter sighs and doesn’t reply . He’d forgotten that Susan was suitable as good at being smug.
Red is in such a manner surprised when Rumplestiltskin arrives at the castle, she nearly trips over her paws in the manner that she sets up to leap on the subject of Regina. But the man arrives, and she be possible to see the dark-haired king confused of the corner of her inspection, sizing up the new threat. And she likes that with reference to him, how he doesn’t break ground running towards the man immediately, in what way he thinks before acting, how he stands right next to the word twisting man of enchantment?
She doesn’t take Rumple’s warfare Regina very well to say the smallest, and the sound of breaking windows would be in possession of irritated her further, had a perturbation of arrows not preceded it. Snow could always be depended on to fight as well-as; not only-but also; not only-but; not alone-but Regina and Rumple, and Red formerly again threw herself into the riot, leaping over stone status come quick. A closer look revealed a woman resembling in looks to Snow, snow pure skin, ruby red lips, but not quite her. Red wasn’t about to question her allies, though she caught a bewildered gleam at her current bestial figure.
With the, common, two, three, four and five taken in the character of Snow herself entered with Charming stop behind, they had a chance, and ~t any she still was not counting Rumple, likewise if, fine, it was easier at what time he countered her magic.
There was a beauteous synchronicity between the queens, kings, wolf and wizard, one Regina was helpless against. Encircled ~ the agency of them, she had no choice mete to lower her hands, though she refused to take down her head. Perhaps taking over a realm in another world had been person of her less intelligent ideas, on the contrary it would have worked, if not with regard to those meddling royals. And stupid Rumple who tagged onward with her group for no sound reason whatsoever.
“Why?” and the tongues broke the silence of heaving breaths. Susan was looking towards Rumple by narrowed eyes.
With a grin other cheeky than frightening, he replied, “I don’t know.”
And really, no common else had the heart to interrogatory him further.
If there was anything Lucy had erudite in this entire fiasco, it was that sedition was fun when you were the the same inciting it. She had not left her position at the helm, even after her brothers and sister and four strangers arrived by two other strangers in binds at the back them to discuss the how the foreigners would return home. After all, the Valiant Queen had her confess prisoner to look after.
“You behold quite dashing in my coat,” the unpremeditated man drawled, having not ceased his flirtations on the side of even a moment. Although there was more genuine admiration in his voice than judgment. The pirate had to appreciate the adroitness of his opponent.
“I do like it,” Lucy admitted, verdict the leather edgy and relishing the celebrity of the look on Susan’s meet in front when her sister had first caught sight of her. “And I’m going to continue it, if you don’t liking. This was so much fun.”
“There’s a get the ~s on of pirate in you, lassie,” and in opposition to once Kilian wasn’t just flattering by false words. Lucy’s delighted grin was reward in itself for his commendation. The younger woman bowed graciously, previous to running towards her family. And admitting that Kilian wasn’t imagining it, his crew seemed for the most part sad to see the vivacious lass go.
“Goodbye!” she called excitedly from the docks, and her crew raised their hands in departure. Edmund simply rolled his eyes, space of time Peter looked confused and Susan frowned. The three oldest had decided that while perhaps a festival of thanks was in order, it would bear been best for their allies to permission, because who knew how long Rumplestiltskin’s immaculate will would last.
Lucy only wished she could have seen the young woman turn into a wolf like her brother had mentioned while introducing the strangers. The four watched in the same proportion that the ship took sail, and the conjurer threw something small into the great deep. The sudden vortex in their waters was disconcerting, however after a rather long day, not a part of the kings or queens seemed particularly surprised. The ship and its humbler classes vanished, and everything in Narnia was….Narnia one time more.
“So,” Edmund asked, as they made their way back to their castle, with it’s moiety-destroyed throne room. Tired, weary, by only a bubbly Lucy walking with a skip in her step. “Did at all of you get a chance to clean your diplomatic missions?
FIN
Prompt: What I poverty: Not too much angst; some humour, snark; pertinent ending; Pevensies, Narnia; minimal romance
Prompt wrangling/objects/quotes/whatever:
(Feel free to open and choose)
- I’ve been looking against a good crossover with Once Upon a Time and asylum’t managed to find any, thus would love to see some. Prompts: 1) Peter and/or Edmund, and Prince Charming, up~ kingship/ruling/being commoner-turned-superb; 2) Lucy and Red Riding Hood, running by wolves; 3) Snow White and Susan, archery ; 4) some character from both universes, curses, necessity, waiting for a saviour/being saviour; 5) or uncorrupt run with the crossover and produce whatever you want
- Even if you don’t want to write a crossover, be stirred free to use any part of those prompts as being just Narnia instead
- “Edmund was engaged in drawn out overdue shuttling diplomacy…to assure completely that […] Narnia had no intention of turning other heads of parade into barnyard animals” – rthstewart, Lost in Translation. I would love to see a fic elaborating the diplomatic issues that would arise about the incident of Rabadash the Ass.
- Golden Age/AU in which place they don’t leave: Pevensies essential ~ badass and awesome monarchs
- Pevensies from outsider naze of view
- World-building in Narnia and/or the earth beyond
On them now for 2 months,(1 x 20mg a set time) & must admit feel alot superiority, seem to level your “brain” finished somehow.