Title: Ca nous pousse (translation : It push us)
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia, sort of, as it's a reality fic (thought not real)
Author: Coline7373
Pairing: Edmund/Caspian as Skandar/Ben
Rating: NC-17 (I think... for now, it's soft. But I think I will put explicit homosexuel fornicating down the road)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. C.S. Lewis is lord of all (and everything affiliates to whoever buy the rights). Whatever I write is in no way, shape or form a reflection, insinuation or retelling of reality. It is just a fiction.
Notes: As there isn't a Ben or Skandar options as characters, I put Edmund and Caspian. But it is not a reincarnation fic where Edmund and Caspian are reborn as Skandar and Ben. This is a fic about Skandar and Ben.
I am in no way encouraging homosexual and underage/of age and 10-years-gape relationship. I am just writting about it. It's FICTIONAL, buddy!
Warnings: Slash and Mpreg. Don't like it, don't read it.
It happened on a fairly normal day. A day slighty more special than the others because they were all themselves at Ben's flat. The days where they happened to alm be in London at the same time were so rare nowadays that every time it happen, they did something all together. It could be as elaborate as participating in a play for a found-rising charity and as simple as just hanging together.
And here they were, Will, Anna, Georgie, Skandar and Ben, drinking tea on a rainy afternon in Ben's spacious kitchen, swapping jokes and tradding stories like it was going out of style. There was an euphory in the air, a giddiness that made them progressively bolder, louder, as the evening wore on as thought drunk on each other presence.
This is when it happened.
-My goddness, exclaims Anna, Skandar, what on Earth are you eating?
-Is it human? Asks tentatively Georgie.
They all laught as they look upon the content of Skandar bowl. Without any dicerning consistence, the ungodly mix of dulll and violent color alone were enought to nausea.
-I will have you know, Skandar retorts in a very dignified fashion, that it taste very good.
As if to prove his point, he took a spoonfull and swallow it slowly with obvious relish admist the disgusted protestations.
-Seriously, Skan, adds Peter, what on did you put in it? He took the spoon resting on the side of the bowl, scoop up a bit of the mixture and let it drop sluggishly for everybody to see. Everyone laught as even Skandar had the grace to look apologetic.
-It look so disgusting it should be forbidden to eat in compagny, proclames Peter.
Georgie nodds like he had pronounce an universal pearl of wisdom.
-It look so disgusting it should be forbidden to eat it, at all, said Anna with a morbid look on her face, as thought it was too horrible so watch yet too bizarre to look away.
-It look so disgusting, confides Ben with the gravest expression in a hushed silence, that after seeing him eat this for a week, I will never be able to look at scrambled eggs, vania ice-cream, ketchup and cucumber the same way ever again.
In the midst of incredulous laughters and indignant shouts of sympathy, Georgie said " He's like a pregnant woman!"
As his friends howl in laughter, trying to out do one other by imitating waddling pregnant women stuffing themselves, Skandar found his laught stuck in his throat.
A suspicious feeling was slowly uncurling in his stomach.