#for lukejulies

[narniagiftexchange]

                              THE WINTER NARNIAN GIFT EXCHANGE.

                    for: @lukejulies from @teenagedpevensies.

my best friend, my sibling.           

for @lukejulies from @teenagedpevensies

“Why your Majesty it’s such an honor to run into you here,” Lucy curtsied deeply, giggling.

“Oh yes your Majesty, simply divine, what have you done with your hair?” Edmund bowed, keeping a serious expression fixed to his face.

“Brushed it, for once, your Majesty, and I must say where has your famous body odor gone this evening?”

“You mean you aren’t accessorizing with leaves and dirt anymore? Fascinating. You’re quite the trend setter, your Majesty, and if you must know my dearest sister I’ve taken the liberty of bathing today.”

“First time all week! Daring of you.”

“I thought so, yes.”

“Oh your Majesties! What an honor to run into you!” A noble from Archenland walked out into the hall. She was lady something or other, Edmund couldn’t quite remember which made him a little guilty. A little. To be fair, there were a lot of nobles here, and he was only twelve and had many many kingly duties. Like hiding out from the celebration with his little sister because if either of them went into the ballroom, they’d have to meet approximately 80 guests and then be expected to remember all of them. Very serious business, hiding from festivities.

Cair Paravel had finally gotten all fixed up, so they were hosting a huge celebration. It had taken about a year and a half to finish repairs and cleaning and furnishing, and it was good that the work was over and good to celebrate! But being in a room full of stuffy adults wasn’t Lucy or Edmund’s idea of a celebration. It wasn’t the first gathering the kings and queens had hosted since being crowned, but dear god it WAS the largest by a lot. Edmund had snuck out of the great hall and found Lucy sitting by the door making flower crowns, also having escaped from the chaos.

“Yes, good to see you again, madam,” Edmund said politely.

“Oh, your Majesty! Where did you get those divine flowers?” The lady motioned to the crown Lucy had placed haphazardly on her head.

Lucy and her quickly got into a lovely conversation about the flowers until the lady went to go find the gardens for herself. Lucy sent her off with a flower crown of her own and a brilliant smile.

“How do you do that?” Edmund asked.

“Do what, Ed?”

“Make friends with- well with everyone?”

“It’s not everyone, Tumnus’s nephew still hates me.”

“Impossible.” Edmund dismissed the statement with a wave. “Everyone likes you.”

“I’m just nice, I guess.”

“Well, I’m nice!”

“No, you’re polite, Ed. It’s different.” She took a seat next to one of the heavy wood doors.

“Is it really that different?” He sat next to her.

“Maybe. Or maybe I’m just cuter and sweeter and funnier than you and everyone thinks I’m an angel. It comes with being the youngest.”

Edmund shoved her, she laughed, the door opened, and Mr. Beaver stepped out.

“There you are! You can’t just disappear like that, Susan thinks you’ve been kidnapped. Or assassinated.”

“Oh Mr. Beaver, don’t make us go back in,” Lucy begged. “It’s lasted hours already, and I’m so tired.”

“Who said anything about going back in? Scoot over, I think I can hide away for ten minutes. It’s every creature for themselves at these things. The others can hold their own.”

The summer air in Narnia was heavy and warm, like the mantle of some great beast had been draped over them while they sat in front of a roaring fire. On days when there were no responsibilities to attend to, the teenaged kings and queens would often ride down to the river and swim there for hours, until their whole bodies shivered with the ice of the water. Susan and Edmund started the game of climbing the trees that trailed branches over the water and jumping in, and Peter and Lucy turned it into a competition to see who could make the biggest splash.

Sometimes the river turned their toes to prunes, or they began to fear catching a cold, and then they’d run around the forest, befriending squirrels and tree nymphs, climbing trees and rocks, and dancing and singing in clearings.

“Race you to the top of this tree,” Edmund shouted to Lucy, as she raced to catch up with him.

“No fair! We all know you’re the best at climbing!”

“Sounds like an excuse!” He was the best at climbing and demonstrated this with his graceful ascent into the tree’s lower branches.

“Edmund!”

“Better hurry up then if you want to win!”

Lucy reached the base of the tree, huffing and puffing, with a twig caught on the hem of her dress and dirt caking her bare feet. She jumped up to reach the lowest branch, caught hold of it, and promptly lost her hold. Edmund was seated on one of the middle branches of the tree by this point, watching with amusement.

“You’re the worst!” She called up, but she was grinning.

“Yes, but the best climber.”

“You have to race me later on foot, to make it up to me.”

“Actually Lucy, I don’t have to do anything.”

She caught hold of the branch and pulled herself up.

“One down!” He started climbing again, “only about twenty to go!”

She huffed in response.

They were quiet for a minute, both focusing on not losing their grip as they climbed higher and higher. Narnian trees, even the ones not inhabited by dryads, are particularly lovely. They are exactly the right height, always. They touch the sky or are as short as Peter and either way it’s right. They feel genuine; they make you think, this is a tree that knows, a tree that thinks, and feels. This tree has seen so much and is so beautiful, and being near it feels like being young. Each leaf is its own kind of beautiful, a tiny art piece. And each branch is strong and healthy, and holding onto it feels safe. Or maybe the trees back in England are like this, too. Neither Lucy nor Edmund could quite remember.

“I think I’ve gotten as high as the tree will hold me” Edmund called down after a bit.

“What do you-” Lucy stopped to catch her breath after heaving herself onto a particularly difficult branch, “what do you see Ed?”

“The forest, what do you think?”

“Oh whatever,” Lucy scowled up at him.

“Well, the trees all look plenty green up here. Like a sea of its own. The sky is lovely, it must be about noon, the sun looks to be straight up from here. The clouds look particularly alive today. Oh, is that-?” Edmund carefully stood, clinging tightly to the trunk of the tree, craning his neck to see something closer.

“What is it?”

“It’s a birds nest! Lucy get up here!”

“I’ve been trying! Don’t touch the eggs!”

“I’m not going to touch them, I’m not stupid.”

It was a phoenix nest, the eggs were red and looked hot to the touch. Lucy finally got to the top branch, Edmund giving her a little help by calling directions on where to put her feet for the last few branches, and the siblings stood on the branch together, overlooking the forest.

“We should name them,” Lucy said reverently, studying the three eggs.

“They have parents, you know.”

“Sure, but these can be special names that only we know. Then when they hatch, we’ll see phoenixes flying around and say to ourselves, I wonder if that’s little-” Lucy looked at him expectantly.

“Bartholomew?” He laughed at her scowl.

“You’re the worst. Pick a serious name,” she demanded.

“We should be climbing down, Susan and Peter are probably ready to head home about now.”

“Right.”

“Lucy?”

She didn’t meet his eyes, looked down at her hands instead as she picked at her fingernails. “It’s a bad night.”

It was late; most of the castle was asleep. Edmund hadn’t been, he was finishing the last chapter of the book he’d been reading. And clearly, since she was here, Lucy wasn’t sleeping either.

“Come on in.”

They sat on the floor, beside the mural on Edmund’s wall. They’d painted it for him when he turned 13. It turned out Mr. Tumnus had quite the artistic talent. Trees, tall and strong, the sun shining through the leaves. They’d all helped, and Susan said her favorite part was Lucy’s little squirrel she’d painted in the top left corner.

“What’s bugging you?” Edmund asked her, solemnly.

“Well not- Not bugging me so much as it’s just…” she paused. “No, I guess it is bugging me. We love it here, right?”

“Right.” They’d been over this conversation before, the two of them, and they’d both talked to Peter about it, and Susan, and many times all four of them had spoken about it in tearful tones.

“There’s no place I’d rather be, and it’s home, and we’ve been here for five years, and I’ve never truly really wanted to leave but. Do you ever think about it?”

“The professor’s house?”

“No, bigger.”

“Where our parents are.”

Neither acknowledged that they hadn’t said its name. Neither admitted that they no longer remembered.

“Do you remember what dad was like?” Lucy asked. She looked just as small as she had been, that very first day when they’d found Tumnus’s house empty.

“Brave. Funny. He told us stories.”

“I remember those. Do you remember what mom was like?”

“Worried.”

“And?”

“Kind. She loved us. She used to sing us lullabies.”

“I don’t remember the lullabies anymore.”

“I do. One of them at least. Do you remember anything?”

“A little. Nothing solid. It feels like that place was a dream. Like we were always meant to belong to here instead.”

“We do. We belong there too, but we do belong here.”

They were quiet for a moment.

“Do you think they miss us?” Lucy asked.

“Of course they do.” Edmund sighed. He laced his fingers together, remembering being a very small boy and holding his father’s hand to cross the street.

“Do we miss them?”

“You’re here, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Is there anything else you want to talk about?”

“No, not really.”

“Well, you can stay as long as you’d like.” After a minute, he picked up his book again, and Lucy sat quietly, staring off into the middle distance.

“Edmund?”

“Yeah, Lu?”

“Will you sing one of mom’s lullabies for me?”

Edmund hated singing. ”Sure.”

She scooted over to sit next to him, and he hugged her.

“Um, the only one I really remember is this,” he cleared his throat and began to sing, resting his chin on Lucy’s head. “Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye, four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie. When the pie was opened the birds began to sing— Wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before the king?”

He sang that song, and remembered another so he sang that one too, and another, and another. When he finally looked down at Lucy, he noticed that she’d been crying.

“I don’t remember any of them,” she said softly.

“I’m sorry, Lucy.” He felt close to tears himself.

She was quiet for a long time, sniffling.

“Do you need to talk any more?” He asked gently.

“No. I think I’m going to go back to bed.”

“Probably a good plan.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

When she left he set to work writing down as many songs as he could remember. He wanted them to always have them.

It’d taken teamwork and dedication and a week of trying but Lucy and Edmund had finally figured out how to scale the pillars of the throne room to perch in the rafters. And they were taking full advantage of it.

“Lucy! Edmund!!�� Peter called from somewhere a few hallways away.

“Should we go see what he’s after?” Lucy asked, munching on a scone.

“Of course not, he either wants us to do some chore or other, or he found out about the scones.” They were Peter’s scones, he’d baked them yesterday.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have stolen them?”

“Hey, he bakes a whole batch every week and never finishes them before they go stale. We’re helping.”

“Fair enough.”

“Plus he’s being a jerk.”

“That too.”

Peter had been training all week for a tournament with some important noble. It was supposed to just be a friendly match, but Peter treated it like he did any of his other kingly duties, far too seriously. He was tired from training and tired from still keeping up with all his other work, and he’d been far more snappish than he normally was. This was agreed to be, by the two younger Pevensies, completely justified payback for the way he’d been behaving all week. Plus, his scones were delicious.

“LUCY! EDMUND!”

Peter was in the throne room now, stomping around. Magnificent though he was, and extremely kind most days, their brother acted like a toddler when he lost his temper over something petty. Lucy and Edmund exchanged looks. When Peter was below the rafter they were situated on, Edmund drew something from his pocket. Making a shushing gesture toward Lucy, he daintily dropped the acorn in his hand onto their brothers regal head. Both of them gathered themselves, hiding any trailing sleeves and dangling legs from Peter’s line of sight as he looked up. Lucy muffled giggles into her elbow, and Edmund hid his smile behind his hand. The door to the throne room opened and shut. Peeking over the side of the rafter and verifying that Peter wasn’t there anymore, they allowed themselves to burst out into laughter.

“Glad you find it so funny, now what HAVE you done with my armor?”

And there was Peter, leaning by the door. It had been a ruse.

“Armor? Why brother dear, I haven’t the slightest notion of what you’re talking about,” Lucy said sweetly.

“Get down here.”

“Come up and get us,” Lucy challenged, and there it was. Peter was hiding a grin, and soon trying and failing to climb the pillars of the throne room while they alternatively cheered him on and said he would never catch them, and his missing armor was completely forgotten in their laughter.

A good thing too because the smiley face they’d painted on the armor was still in the process of drying.

“I don’t know, Lu, doesn’t it seem a little. Well, risky?” Peter asked, moving a pawn.

“And how is it risky? It’s just a stag.”

“Yes, a magical stag. One that no one knows much about. I don’t think we should risk it.” Susan said, scribbling away on the paper that rested on the arm of her chair. She was writing a letter to someone, had been writing letters almost constantly for months, and no amount of pestering from Lucy or sleuthing from Edmund or curious looks from Peter had gotten answers as to who it was.

“Risk what? A few days away from the palace? Tumnus and the beavers and Oreius are perfectly capable of looking after things, they always have been before, and there’s nothing too pressing going on! Catching the stag could be big!” Lucy kicked her feet against the legs of her throne as she always did when she was excited. She was already dressed in her riding outfit as if she expected to go out and hunt right then.

“I think we should listen to Lucy,” Edmund spoke up from his game of chess with Peter, one that he was about to win by the looks of it.

“And why is that?” Susan sighed, casting an irritated look at her little brother.

“Because she’s never been wrong before,” he answered easily. “Well, other than thinking Tumnus is a good cook.”

“Is this still about finding Narnia?” Susan asked crossly.

“It’s always about finding Narnia. Lucy found our home, Susan, and we didn’t believe her, and she was right. That has to count for something.”

“I’d nearly forgotten about that,” Peter said thoughtfully.

“Me too,” Lucy said, a soft look crossing her face as she looked out the window at the people outside. Their home.

“Well just because she’s been right in the past doesn’t mean she’s always right,” Susan said, but her scowl had softened considerably. She smiled at Lucy. “No offence Lucy.”

“Still, she’s right about this. And who knows, we haven’t gone hunting well… hardly ever, it could be fun,” Edmund moved a piece on the board. “Checkmate! What does that bring our score to, Pete?”

“You’ve won nearly every game for the past year. I’m pretty sure our score is ‘I am solidly losing’” Peter looked at Susan. “What do you think?”

She sighed, fingers playing with the ends of her dark hair. “Fine. Let’s go hunt the white stag. Why not?” Her eyes glittered. She was excited about this even if she didn’t say so.

Lucy shouted with joy, stood right up and did a jig on the spot. “You won’t be sorry! Edmund! What should we ask it for when we catch it?”

“Well, we have to catch it first! I’m going to go to the library to research it.”

“I’ll come with!” Lucy looked out the window again, to the sea, to the people on the shore. She was glad that they were there. She looked at her siblings, the furrow in Susan’s brow as she thought of what to write next, the twinkle in Edmund’s eye as he headed off towards the library, the grin Peter donned as he tried to read over Susan’s shoulder. Yes, it was good that they were there. Very good.

[dragcnbreak]

finally wrote something for jatp god bles 🙏

[tiriansjewel]

HI HANNAH I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A FANTASTIC DAY!!! sending love!! and positivity!! and good vibes!!

Eta, my friend, the love of my life 🥺

you are one of my oldest friends on this website and every time we talk we always have such a great time, and so I’m going to fling the good vibes back by saying I’m so thankful for you and you deserve the world.

[tartagliove]

💗💕 for being kind and lovely, have a kiss on the forehead! pass it on to 10 people 💕💗

Aww Eta, thank you! *kith kith* to you too!

[augustsjanes]

✨🌹💖 the person sending you this wishes for you to have a great week! to spread some positivity, list 5 things that you've done recently that made you happy. spread the love to your favorite mutuals! 💖🌹✨

this is. SO LATE. i’m sorry sob,,, i hope you’re having a good week too and i need some positivity rn so:

1. i went on a walk today and it was good to recharge and listen to bts hehe 2. i had more than seven hours of sleep!!! this is an achievement sldfjkdg 3. i’m getting better at focusing on things i have to get done :) 4. this weekend there are tentative plans to go out to get dinner with irls :D 5. i’m learning new songs for piano that i actually want to learn ! not just for exams !

love you!!

[notebookmusical]

coco coco coco!! positivity message!! ily!! hope you had/are having a wonderful day!! sending hugs!!

eta eta eta !!!! i hope you’re doing well & staying safe & today is a good day for you 🤍 toto says hello !!

[laylaskeating]

Your 'Unsaid Emily' gifset is a masterpiece omg I love it so much!!!

omg manon thank u so much!! 🥺

[tommykinkard]

spoiler, spoiler!

Yay! Thank you so much!

So I’ve currently been slowly but surely working on the song prompts for jatp. Hopefully the next to ones I’m gonna be posting are one for the glorious rarepair ship of Flynn x Carrie for my bae @alexs-fannypack and one of my Juke prompts that may or may not be about one of the songs that they’ve already sang. 

If you have any other questions about the prompts or my other fics/orginal writing in general, please feel free to ask! 

Thanks again hon!!

send me a “spoiler!” and I’ll give you a vague spoilers about a story i’m writing

[kinglegolas]

💗💕 for being kind and lovely, have a kiss on the forehead! pass it on to 10 people 💕💗

omg thank you sm eta! 💞 ilysm!! 💖💜💓 right back at you! x

[abigaillazaar]

stop casting minors for leads and 20 year olds for their love interests challenge

[daintyduck99]

"I am so proud of you." + LukeJulie qpr?

Julie glances away from the stove as Luke trudges into the kitchen. It’s a little surprising that there’s no one clinging to him, already. He’s like a lightning rod whenever he’s feeling high or low, attracting loved ones to his side, giving or receiving energy with every touch.

Then again, Reggie has that huge final he’s been studying for, Alex is probably still out with Willie, and Flynn and Carrie may live across the hall, but Julie suspects that Carrie and Luke would both rather cuddle with a cactus than one another.

She wonders if she should speak, if Luke needs a distraction, but his eyes are weary and pleading, a blue-green watercolor blurred by standing tears. 

Not yet. 

Julie tilts her head, then returns to the pots on the stove like it’s no big deal. Come here.

He wraps his arms around her waist and buries his face in the crook of her neck with a little sigh. She hums a snippet from the song they’ve been working on, stirring the pasta so it won’t stick and burn, and briefly allows her head to rest on top of his. The angle’s too awkward to keep it up, especially while she’s cooking. He doesn’t seem to mind, and some of the tension bleeds out of his body as she continues to hum. His fingers drum against her hip.  

She’s about to flip off the burner and gently detach herself when he mumbles into her neck.

“I called my mom.” 

Julie carefully transfers the pasta to a different burner. Her heart shudders violently in her chest, surging with several strong emotions, struck by the significance of those four little words. She squirms, and he relents enough for her to turn in his arms, winding hers around his back. 

He gives her a wan smile, a highly diluted form of his usual grin, and it wobbles as he waits. There’s more he has to tell her, she can tell, and the dam is on the brink of bursting, but there’s a haunted look in his eyes, one that he wears whenever he’s a war with himself, especially about this. She knows what he needs to hear, what reassurance she ought to give. 

She takes a deep breath, eyes stinging, and cradles his cheek. She tells him the truth. 

“I am so proud of you.” 

They both crack, then, and he crushes her to his chest with a wet laugh, echoing with relief that she feels deep in her bones. She twists her fingers into the fluffy fabric of his flannel.

You’re okay. I’m here. You called your mom and the world didn’t end. 

Even if it had, I would still be right beside you. 

I’d still be so proud of you.

If Alex and Reggie come home to them half-laughing and half-sobbing in a heap on the kitchen floor, with dinner long cold and a few ghosts finally put to rest, well—

That’s okay, too. They can always order takeout.

[narniagiftexchange]

                              THE WINTER NARNIAN GIFT EXCHANGE.

                    for: @calormen from @lukejulies.

life was a willow and it bent right to your wind

[venka]

@storyseekers event 11 : travel — the henna wars for @lukejulies   

like everything in the world has fallen away to make space for this moment, for the rhythmic breathing of the two of us, side by side. despite the cold, the rain, and the damp, the warmth of flávia’s body is a palpitating thing next to me. the heat of her is stronger than any irish sun.

[augustsjanes]

hey, here’s a friendly reminder that your original content is incredible!!! let’s spread some support by sharing this message to 10 other blogs whose creations you love, and don’t break the chain❤️✨ have a great day/night and remember that you’re loved!!!

thank you for sending this back at me uwuwuwu ily <33

[notebookmusical]

hey, here’s a friendly reminder that your original content is incredible!!! let’s spread some support by sharing this message to 10 other blogs whose creations you love, and don’t break the chain❤️✨ have a great day/night and remember that you’re loved!!!

eta!! thank you my dear 🤍 hope you’re having a great day!

[keepyourlife]

hi, guys! last month, i reached 1.2k followers!! now, i’ve been planning to do something for 1k and 1.1k, but the time just wasn’t there, so i am doing this now. first of, i need to say how awestruck i am. yes, to some this might not seem like much, but i’ve never thought i would get this far, with constant changes of my four-monthly hyperfixation and a lot of not-so-polished gifsets. here we are, though, and i want to thank you!!

now, as i kind of missed the big 1k milestone celebration, i will split this one into two parts.

rules: - mb following me - reblog this post - check out my creations (optional)

part one: send me an ask with one of the following:

» ✨ + any fandom/character/dynamic/whatever you want for a make me choose gifset » 💫 + your creations tag, i will choose my top 5 of your creations, tell you why i like them & reblog them » 💧 for a blog compliment

if you don't want to see these, blacklist #ans1.2kc part two: mutuals appreciation!!

0 - d

@3rdgymbros @588 @acciokenobi @adoreyou​ @agathaaharkness​ @ahsckatano @ahskatano @ahsoka---tano @alexrusso @allanpoe @alltoowsll @anakinskyiwalker @andtosaturn @andysambrg @anhakin @anthvnystcrk @athenodoras @beatricepriors​ @behindsthemall​ @benji-kenobi​ @benoitblanc @beskar-tano​ @binariesuns​ @blaxksheep @bo-kryze @brontes @buckvbrns @captainmmarvel @carlosreyes @carolmaria @carolthor @carricfisher @chloexmorningstar @chuuhara @cinderllas @cirillaofscintra @cixpink @crispsevans @danielsousa @darksber @darthanckin @darthsidious @dec16th @dicaprios @dindjarjn​ @di-n​ @dramiones

e - j

@earthbendcrs @evermoores @evermorecastiel @exileacoustic @exiles @favreaus @fiirelords @fleurdlacour @galaxydanvers @gaygoethe @geralofrivia @grangerweasley @gretchenweener @hargreevcs @harleyquinnz @harleysquinnzel @herasyndvllas @hermionc @heughan @howicantsing @huans @hurmione @ikizais @invisiblemp3 @iparises @ivebeenthearcher @jakeperalta @jakepevalts @jbrnes @jedibridgers @jeromemonaghan @jjameslily @johnboyuga @jonismitchell @juliettecai​ @justmaul​

k - n

@kadygrants @katierosefun​ @ken-kaneki @kenocbi @kingvrys @kurtsrussell @kutsuu @laufeysons @leiasforce @lizziesaltzmen @lizzo @lokiclown @lokislaufysn @lucyboynvton @lukejulies @lupnsmiled @magnetoo @mandaalore @mark-hamil @mel-cavill @melaniecavills @merldruck @michelleleahhh @midgards @minayeons @monocide @mylover @natsutakashi @niinazenik @nilequynh @noorasaerte @noorawinter @notpotter

o - s

@obi-kin @obiliviate @obihoekenobi​ @obis-kenobis @ofpatronums @oh-for-chuuyas-sake @ohdorothea @ohkstewart @opheliaaa @othellqs​ @pallhas @peachyloki @peter-laufeyson @poirot @qquicksllver @quantumarvel @quynhsandy @rainbowrogers @recklesspath @ridleey @robin-buckley @romanocff @romanticers @ronanlyynchs @rosy-cheeked-girl @sailors-moon @sansaes @saveyoua-seat @schvfield @sci-fi​ @shadowsweavers @sigynn @silence-song @silvercrystal​ @sith-kenobis​ @skyvalkers @skywaelker @sleepsongs @snowhites @soka-tano @solariia @solterrano @stephstrange @sunflowervol6

t - y

@tattookisses​ @tcmiokas @theavengerinitiative @themomentiknew @thenighttrain @thestral @thetombrady @thisiskarlietrying @timothyolyphant @tisdae @tmhnks @tolerateit @tomhollandd @tophbefong @tpnks @treiawney @tyrellmargaery @und0miels @userjen @villanaelle @visenyatargaryen @wahnheda @wenqiing @wintersoeldiers @yosanoakikos @youbelongwithmes @yourheartbeatonthehighline​

now, it’s totally possible i forgot someone. if that’s the case, i do apologise.

now, in conclusion, i want to say thank you again!! have a good day/evening and stay hydrated.