#narnia peter oneshot

[heliads]

Hello!! So excited that your requests are open! Would you do a Peter Pevensie X reader where they get trapped after battle (maybe in a cave waiting for the other pevensies to reach them) and the reader is injured so Peter has to care for her and some fluff and comfort?? Thank you! 💗💗💗 If you don't choose to write it thats ok!

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There are two soldiers in a cave, waiting for rescue. One is a king; the other, one of his subjects. He is sitting upright, alternating between anxiously scanning the mouth of the cave for intruders and staring back down at the girl. She is less active, but that is due in part to the ever growing pool of blood underneath her ribs. 

They have been here for quite some time already, and although the king will not admit it, he fears that it will be quite some time again before they are rescued. He must have faith, though, for both of them. It is hard not to worry. Not when Peter Pevensie can picture so plainly how they got here, and why they were forced into the cave to begin with. 

They were not supposed to be attacked, but it happened anyway. Narnia is a kingdom, and kingdoms fall. Rival kings lust for power that isn’t theirs, and peaceful homelands must rally to protect themselves. Soldiers turn to bitter struggles, cowards turn to run. You had two choices when the banner of war was lifted:  stay and fight, or leave and live.

You chose to stay. Will that be what kills you, wanting to be there for your friends? No one can tell for certain, but your blood is darkening the stones beneath you with a deeper stain than you’d like, and the thought of rescue is quite far off. There is no guarantee that anyone will reach you in time, regardless of what Peter is trying to whisper to you. There is no guarantee that you can hear him at all anymore.

Instead, you can hear him yesterday morning, strangely strong despite the early hour of the morning. Narnian spies had come back around dawn bearing news of an approaching army, one that didn’t look friendly. The Pevensies had been carefully monitoring threats to their kingdom for years, but no one could tell for sure that one would attack until they were already on horseback with hands on weapons.

There had been limited time for defense. Peter had rallied his army and their allies, and his siblings frantically evacuated the surrounding townspeople to a safer location, all the while battening down the hatches at home so that Cair Paravel would not be taken. Battle plans were drafted long ago, but it is one thing to write them up in the safety of peace, and something else entirely to have to use them.

The attackers didn’t arrive until midday. They gave an announcement that Narnia was to surrender peacefully or fall violently. Standing on the ramparts of the castle, looking down on the swarms of soldiers, you could feel anger burning in your chest at the insult of it all. As if Narnia would fall to a paltry foe like some neighboring king. As if there was any among your ranks that would not fight to their last breath to defend their kingdom.

Peter had given an answer somewhat along those lines, although, as coached by Susan, with a little more tact. You could tell he was fighting to keep his rage in check, though, if the red crescents imprinted into his palms from where his fingernails had bit into his palms were any sort of warning sign.

After that, the only thing left was to go to war. Before the fighting started, Peter had pulled you aside and asked if you really wanted to do this. You were a soldier of Narnia, a force fighting for good, but more than that, you were his friend, and Peter did not want to lose anyone if he could avoid it.

Tucked into a quiet alcove of Cair Paravel, golden hair rusted over with the shadows of the dark corner, Peter’s hands had tightened around yours as he said, “You can leave now, Y/N. If you want to. I want you to be safe.”

You had shaken your head. “Absolutely not. Narnia is my home, Peter. I can’t leave when she needs me.”

Peter had sighed ruefully, but the spark of pride behind his worried expression had told you what you wanted to know the most:  having you there with him meant more than he could possibly describe. The two of you are friends, just friends, but sometimes, you think that the sort of friendship you have with him has long outstripped any sort of bond of camaraderie either of you have held with anyone else. If you die, you will do it by his side. If he falls, he wants you there to see it.

Thus the battle was waged. You donned your armor as quickly as you could, grabbing your weapons before helping the other soldiers. It was time to defend your homeland. No cause could be more important. No risk could be as worthy.

The sun is setting over the hills; Peter cannot see much of it, tucked into the cave as the two of you are, but the loss of light is enough to cause him significant worry. The attackers, although arrived around noon the previous day, had waited until the dark of night to close their ranks and begin the fight. It had added a deadly edge of danger to an already perilous battle, what with the reduced visibility. 

The battle had been fought well through the night and into the next dawn, but Peter is not sure that another midnight spent in this stone refuge will prove a good idea for either of you. Mainly for you; Peter looks down again, noticing that your eyes flutter closed more than they stay open, and your skin looks dull and tired even without the loss of light. He pulls you closer to him, shuts his eyes, and prays to anyone who will hear, anyone worthwhile listening, that someone will save you. Not even him. It just has to be you.

Night falls and you hear the clang of steel against steel reverberating around you. Your soldiers, though kept in rigorous practice, have not been to war in a while. They do not exercise the cruelty that the enemy fighters seem to have in spades. What you do have is heart, though, and Narnia has taught you that even the most formidable of odds can be overturned in time.

Slowly, surely, light begins to creep over the sky, and the Narnians manage to push their attackers back from Cair Paravel, over the uneven, rocky ground and towards the mountains once more. Smooth ground twists itself with stone outcroppings, making the fight even trickier than it was before. You step over bodies on the ground, unable to tell whether they are friend or foe, but you force yourself to keep your head. It would not do to lose control now.

Dawn is upon you at last, touching rosy fingers over scarlet blood and pearlescent bone. There is no such thing as a good fight, an honorable war, and if you return home, the lingering knowledge of what has been done upon this land will sit with you for a long time to come. When you come home, that is. After all of this, you must survive. Narnia must survive.

A shout, a scream; soldiers pour over the hills again, and you realize with a chill that your enemies had reinforcements in line, waiting for something like this to happen. You managed to get yourself stuck on the outskirts of the battle in an attempt to go after some higher ranking officials in the enemy army, and now you’re lost in the downstream current of dozens of opposing soldiers flooding towards you. 

Too many for you to fight by yourself, that much is certain, but you have no choice now. They encircle you, and even as you manage to take down some, there are too many of them. One raises his sword as you parry another soldier, and when you blink, it has pierced your armor, threading your ribs. It doesn’t hurt and then it does, an agony like lightning rattling through your entire body.

You might scream, you’re not sure of it. You wait for them to kill you, but strangely enough, the death blow does not come. Someone catches you before you fall, and the early morning sun shines on golden curls. Peter. He’s found you, somehow, in the tumult of the battle. You can just hear him shouting to his men that he’s going to take you to cover, and then he’s picked you up, cradling you in his arms like a bride, and running for shelter.

There’s a cave not far from here. Peter stumbles in, twisting past boulders and turns in the tunnel before he gently puts you down behind the cover of a rocky outcropping. There are too many of them out there, running past the mouth of the cave, so Peter does not dare leave you even when you tell him that you’ll be fine. It is a lie. He knows it. He stays.

Peter tells you that, despite the arrival of the enemy reinforcements, he believes the battle will be settled in favor of the Narnians. The enemy fighters were desperate, they knew they were going to lose, which was why they called in more men. They’re still being forced past the Narnian borders, though, even with a king and a soldier pulled out of the fight like this.

Peter won’t risk leaving you, not with the precarious shape you’re in. Besides, the landscape is so messed up with rocks that he is not sure that he could find this particular cave if he steps outside of it to fight again. You can hear the shouts of men, but neither of you can tell whether they’re Narnian or not. To shout back is to risk death.

Instead, the two of you stay there in the cave, feeling the hours tick by, unable to do a thing about it. Peter grows more restless as you grow more still. He tells you that his siblings will look for the two of you, that when they come, you will be safe.

“We’ll be fine,” he says, voice unnaturally slow, like a schoolboy repeating a lesson he’s learned by heart, “We’ll be fine.” You’re not entirely sure if he believes it.

And then it is dark again, and there is still no one here. Peter does not know if you are alive. He is telling himself that you are, because to keep up desperate hope is far better than giving in to the fear that he has lost you like this. There is a chance you have survived; the enemy soldier who hit you had slashed you across the front instead of stabbing you directly, which is what Peter did when he stumbled upon the scene and realized that he was about to lose the only person that matters to him more than anything else. We all have our demons, our secrets.

A scratching sound at the mouth of the cave, somewhat like a mouse but heavier, too, more purposeful. Could an enemy soldier have come back to finish the job? They may not have been able to take Cair Paravel, but they could at least slaughter the High King while they were running away.

Peter feels his entire body tense, his hand resting on his sword. He dares not draw it, too afraid of risking the noise. He’ll fight for both of them if he has to. He’ll keep them alive a little longer. Y/N does not stir by his side.

And then– a voice, just a few meters away. “Peter?”

It’s his sister. It’s Susan. Peter lets out a gasp of relief that could be a sob and calls back as loudly as he dares, “Susan?”

A clattering of footsteps and three siblings descend into the cave. Edmund’s eyes are wide and scared, but the fear starts to go away when Peter carefully gets to his feet and pulls his younger brother into an embrace. Ed starts to say something about how he thought– he thought– but Peter says it’s okay, he is not hurt, but then the words roll back on his tongue because Y/N is not okay, and therefore he cannot be, either.

Lucy has already found her friend lying motionless on the ground and hurriedly rummages through the small red bag on her side, reaching for the healing cordial she received so long ago. She carefully lets a few drops fall onto Y/N’s mouth, and the entirety of several millennia passes before Y/N coughs quietly and starts to sit up.

Peter falls to his knees, wrapping his arms around her. Distantly, he hears Susan ushering his siblings away, something about wanting to give them space, but he does not care, he does not care because she is alright, Y/N is alright, and that means he is, too, very much alright.

Y/N whispers in his ear, voice still hoarse but healing, slowly. It’s okay, they have time. “You stayed?”

“Yes,” Peter says back, choking on some unnameable emotion, “I did. I would never leave you, Y/N. I– I love you. You know that.”

She does. “I love you too,” she says, and Peter can find it within himself to smile at last, to help her up, to walk back with her to the castle. They have time. It is okay. They will all, somehow, be alright after this, and that means that far fewer worries crown Peter’s head tonight and all nights after that.

requested by @ajwild220, i hope you enjoy!

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[saltwaterburns]

giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair while being 3 hours into peter pevensie edits

[strangerfandomfiascos]

Is there anyone from the Narnia fandom who would be happy to do a beta read for me in a few days time? ❤️🌲🔦✨️ It's only a oneshot and probably won't be more than 2000 words :)

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MASTERLIST

hi and welcome to my masterlist. here you’ll find some of my work or links leading you to other masterlists. my requests are open and i’d love it, if you could give me some ideas to put into one shots/ blurbs/ headcannons!

!if you’d like to request something involving a character that i haven’t listed, you can go ahead. if you give me some plot to work with, i might just write about them anyway!

last updated: 01/07/2023

star wars

anakin skywalker

the 100

bellamy blake

change

john murphy

jealousy jealousy

outerbanks

jj maybank

coming soon!

rafe cameron

kiara carrera

the maze runner

thomas

minho

gally

the walking dead

carl grimes

daryl dixon

rosita espinosa

tara chambler

teen wolf

stiles stilinski

isaac lahey

theo raeken

liam dunbar

narnia

edmund pevensie

coming soon!

peter pevensie

[dragonroses]

a wisp in the wind

“My sister has a habit of wandering off. A habit that’s only become more reckless since she discovered Narnia. But, this time, I fear she may have strayed too far from home.”

[tetragonia]

MASTERLIST

this is a more detailed post about how to navigate my blog

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank

Slightly Stolen (oneshot, fluff/angst)

It Almost Worked (oneshot, fluff/pining)

Rafe Cameron

A Wave of Feelings (two parts, angst/fluff) (second part)

Midnight Surprise (oneshot, fluff)

Midsummer's Heat (oneshot, fluff/smut)

My Body, His Choice (oneshot, smut)

Please Don't be Afraid of Me (oneshot, angst)

The Most Comfortable Seat (oneshot, fluff)

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Masters of the Air

Hogwarts AU (headcanon)

The Boys as aesthetics

Bucky Egan

Midnight Repair Shop (oneshot, fluff)

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Narnia

Peter Pevensie

Reacting to deleting his kisses as a joke (headcanon, request, fluff)

I also added everything I posted under the hashtag #tetrapost and #tetragifs. Have fun diving my blog!

[always-a-king-or-queen]

hiiii i recently found out that there was a narnia side of tumblr through pure chance. i am frankly delighted that one of my childhood series actually has an active fanbase and i really wanna jump in, so i wanted to know if you had any fic recs? i am current chowing though madnessiseverything's narnia works but i would love to know what other staples exist on ao3

omigosh Im so sorry, I've had this in my drafts for a while and forgot all about it O_O but yes here are a few of my favorite fics/oneshots!!

a savage place: in which Trumpkin discovers the Pevensies are not what they seem; this is probably my favorite Narnia fic ever. under a swift sunrise: the Pevensies partake in a Narnian tradition of welcoming spring season of mists: Mrs. Pevensie's thoughts on her children's return.

a home for every season: Idk if you like Lord of the Rings but in this one Susan goes to Middle-earth and finds some healing after the death of her siblings. I really like this one :) untitled: in which the Pevensies seem too old, and their mother notices untitled: in which Mrs. Pevensie wonders where her children's childhood went The Runaway: Susan stays behind to mind the horses while Peter, Edmund, and Lucy investigate the thicket near the lamppost, and is left behind in Narnia when they return home.

I'll be honest though, I haven't actually read that many Narnia fics, or I've forgotten most of the ones I have read and they would be too difficult to find. I've come across some pretty disturbing/uncomfortable Narnia fics in the past, so I kinda just read them as I come across recs instead of really searching for them myself because of that, if that makes sense lol. But if anyone has recs or self-promo they'd like to add to this post please feel free to reblog with your additions!

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NARNIA AO3 SERIESES

EVERYTHING FOR NARNIA

Peter Pevensie

Edmund Pevensie

Susan Pevensie (coming)

Caspian

MISC

Preferences

(Any of the other characters don't have any requests written nor pending as for now, so I'm unable to have serieses for them as AO3 requires you to have at least one oneshot written to be able to add it to a series, and I can't promise serieses for characters who don't have requests pending/I have no ideas of my own for them)

For anyone who's concerned, THESE ARE NOT ONESHOT COLLECTIONS, they are made using AO3's "series" feature.

If you want to be informed about new fics for Narnia or its individual characters, create an AO3 account and subscribe or bookmark any of those serieses listed above. There are buttons at the top right corner for those, or on top on mobile. I do not do Tumblr taglists anymore.

Also, if you're wondering, requests are ALWAYS open and you're welcome to leave one or multiple. Just remember to read my rules and pick a request type from this list.

[heliads]

Headcanons for readjusting to england after spending a lifetime in Narnia with Peter? If you don't want to write for Peter general/platonic headcanons is good too.

anything for the pevensies

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It’s hard to describe how it felt to show up in England after a lifetime in Narnia

At first, you didn’t think it could be real– this was a dream, perhaps, a nightmare that would torment you briefly before you woke up

After days turned into weeks and you were still small, still plain and ordinary instead of a royal, you had to accept the truth of it eventually

You did your best to find the silver lining of it all, but it’s miserable, obviously– you had everything, everything, and now you have nothing at all

You are a child again, still unable to do half of what you want without adult supervision

It is a good thing, then, that you are not going through this alone

The Pevensies have been your best support, ever since you were small the first time around and snuck into their house overnight so you could travel into the wardrobe with them

You keep in touch with all of them well enough, but you spend most of your time with Peter

You were engaged, actually, in the other world; betrothed after Peter finally got up the courage to ask you the one thing he’d been waiting to hear his whole life

Now that you’re both young again, finally getting the wedding you’d both wanted is out of the question for many more years, but that doesn’t mean you’re willing to abandon him in any way

This is the best part of the reset, you suppose:  you get more time with Peter

Both of you had confessed your feelings far too late, scarcely a year or two before you left Narnia

At least this way you get to start from scratch, and love each other for longer than you thought possible

Peter’s secretly relieved that he doesn’t have to follow through with the intricate courting traditions favored in Narnia, although he does put considerable effort into every date

You can study together and watch the sunsets side by side, plan out a new life after you had a trial run of your first already

It is a terrible thing to lose your crowns, yes, but maybe, just maybe– maybe you and Peter can find joy in it after all

narnia tag list: empty for now!

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requesting guide

updated: 17.06.23

please make sure to read this before requesting anything — i'm hoping that you'll respect my boundaries on what am i comfortable with and with not writing.

MASTERLIST

I tend to curse often in my fics, and are usually comfortable with covering more serious topics, so make sure to check the content warning before hand. I always write warnings when I believe they're needed, but do let me know if you think something should be added!

also senders may request as many as they want <3

FORMS OF WRITING :

oneshot

imagine

headcanon

series

alphabet

I tend to write oneshots over 1000 words, so if you want feel free to specify if you want a long or short story.

CONTENT I WRITE :

fluff

angst

sensitive / triggering topics

gore

smut / spice

most tropes ( best at friends to lovers )

I'm pretty comfortable with writing sensitive topics as well as angst ( anyone who's read my works before will know that they're the things I write best ) however, if I'm not comfortable with the topic as a whole I will DM you, or possibly put it off for a while.

*If you have a writing prompt from somewhere as well, feel free to send it through !!

CHARACTERS :

male reader / ftm

gender neutral

genderfluid

original character

I do not write female readers / characters anymore. If there aren't specified pronouns then I will write it as a male character.

There are also some characters I only feel comfortable writing for with a male reader/character and vice versa, which I'll note who.

PAIRINGS :

love interests

platonic

family

polyamorous ships ; depends on the character

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE :

support of homophobia, transphobia, fatphobia, racism, sexism, pedophilia, incest ; if they're mentioned in a request in terms of the character being bullied / abused ( in the past ) then i may write it but NOT explicitly, only a mention

a pairing against a character's canon sexuality

rape

pregnancy

female reader

anime

WHO I WRITE FOR :

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES :

charles rowland

edwin payne

monty

niko sasaki ( not romantic )

crystal palace ( not romantic )

DESCENDANTS :

ben beast

harry hook

carlos de vil

jay

mal bertha

evie grimhilde

LOCKWOOD & CO :

anthony lockwood

lucy carlyle

george karim

quill kipps ( friends / family only )

MARAUDERS :

remus lupin

sirius black

regulus black

james potter

lily evans ( not romantic )

evan rosier

barty crouch jr

marlene mckinnon ( not romantic )

dorcas meadows ( not romantic )

pandora lovegood ( not romantic )

mary mcdonald ( not romantic )

MARVEL :

peter parker / spiderman ( tom and andrew )

loki laufeyson

kate bishop

yelena belova ( not romantic )

steve rogers

bucky barnes

pietro maximoff

wanda maximoff

valkyrie ( not romantic )

natasha romanoff

tony stark ( not romantic )

gwen stacy ( emma stone )

gwen stacy ( atsv )

*marvel and particularly the mcu is a fandom i'm more comfortable with than most, so if there is a character not listed, then i may or may not write for them

NARNIA :

prince caspian

peter pevensie

edmund pevensie ( only during dawn treader )

SHADOW AND BONE / SIX OF CROWS :

kaz brekker

inej ghafa

jesper fahey

wylan van eck

nina zenik

alina starkov

nikolai lantsov

genya safin ( not romantic )

matthias helvar

STRANGER THINGS :

steve harrington

jonathon byers

max mayfield

robin buckley ( not romantic )

TEEN WOLF :

stiles stilinski ( *i will take most/all dylan obrien characters )

isaac lahey

scott mccall

liam dunbar ( not romantic )

allison argent

malia tate

lydia martin ( not romantic )

kira yukimura

derek hale

THE HUNGER GAMES :

finnick odair

peeta mellark

katniss everdeen

THE MAZE RUNNER :

newt

thomas

minho

X-MEN :

logan howlett

charles xavier ( james mcavoy )

jean grey

mystique

rogue

erik lehnsherr ( not romantic )

wade wilson / deadpool

kitty pryde

bobby drake

*FANDOMS COMING SOON : PJO, DISNEY, HANNIBAL

[mio-nika]

I promised @turquoisewaves07 podcast recommendations

So let's get going. I will not obviously include every podcast I ever listened, only the ones that I really like and sometimes relisten.

1. Knifepoint horror.

Possibly my favourite podcast ever. It's the series of stories written and narrated by a guy called Soren Narnia. They are not usually connected and would sound similar to oneshots of MAG (almost every story starts as "my name is..." just like the "statement of..."). They usually very weird in nature, and it's really hard to explain why I like them so much. I usually recommend starting from "school".

2. Limetown.

Oh, the classic story about "every living person disappeared from this small unassuming town in the middle of the night".

It's like. One of the most famous ones in my list? They even had show adaption?? I never saw it, even tho every time I listen to it I think " fuck, it was really made with visuals in mind". Especially the last scenes.

3. The White Vault.

If it still snowing where you are it's a great one. Small expedition goes to a remote arctic station to fix things. Bad things happen. Interesting that almost the entire crew (both characters and actors) are bilingual and it plays big part in the story. Well, except one character. The Canadian-russian guy played by Peter Lewis. But I like him so I'm not even THAT mad.

4. Mabel.

Hi, so do you like LESBIANS? Mabel is really hard to recommend, because it made almost like a theatrical play where characters are talking in verses. It's a story about fae, lesbians, haunted buildings and women emancipation? It's extremely good. You will want to write lines over all of your walls, on your hands, on your heart.

5. The Big Loop.

It's the second podcast in the list, that is basically one guy writing not connected stories. He's name is Paul Bae and he more famous as one of the authors of "The Black Tapes". He left after the first season and he's probably the ONLY reason why first season is good. I highly recommend starting from "The Surrogate" if you like horror and "F.M.L." if you into hopefull dark comedy.

6. Alice isn't Dead

Do you remember how good were early podcasts writtend by a WTNV staff? I think we starting to forget. It's another "do you like lesbians" story, but its actually so much more. I cried real fuckin tears in a bus after the last episode, not from sadness, but from overwhelming hope for humans.

7. Death by Dying.

I've already recommended it in another post. But if you liked WTNV you need to listen to Death by Dying. It's a series of obituaries from a small weird town written by a guy who are very very VERY weird. He talks to a Angel of Death, he adopts cannibalistic cats and writes his abituaties more like personal stories of stupidity.

8. Small Town Horror.

This one usually gets overlooked, probably because of the very generic name, but for me it's really a hidden gem. Traumatized guy are trying to put together things that happened to him in his childhood and why he's so fucked up. If you really want to read story written by an unreliable narrator, this one is for you.

9. Within the Wires.

I already sang my praises about how good was the early podcasts written by a WTNV, but I will repeat it here. THEY WERE REALLY GOOD. It has a very different styles of storytelling from season to season. The first one is told through a series of mindfullness recordings. The second one is an art lections. Every season happens in the same universe and expands the over-arching story.

10. Spines.

I was thinking that to put as a last one and mostly torn beetween Spines and Girl in Space, but I'm a horror visual girl, so I choose Spines. Our heroine wakes up with no memory in the bath full of blood with a cultist-looking people and a probably other cult victims around her. Slowly she learns that she really is and in that horrying reality she was born.

[strangerfandomfiascos]

I requested this little Narnia one shot from @little-bit-obsessed a couple of weeks ago, go show it some love ❤️🗡🌲✨️

I've found myself unexpectedly back in this fandom for the first time in years so feel free to dm me to chat or discuss giving/receiving requests 🌿

[francines-pages]

mid-afternoon (a susan pevensie fanfic)

a/n: just to clarify: in my other account, @73-advocate, i have a copy of all of these fanfics/reqs/oneshots but now transferred it here.

Lucy was chasing a squirrel, Edmund was yelling at Peter for making him fall off the swing, and of course Peter simply patted his younger brother on the back. Susan couldn't help but smile at them. She loved her siblings and although they were often arguing with each other, she liked Peter's scolding, Lucy's laugh and Edmund's jeering.

They were playing in that favorite park they would always go to, mid-afternoon when the sun was slightly lower. They stayed at the playground for hours, bickering with each other and messing around.

The three of them had always called Susan the one who settles their arguments, calming them down when they showed the gruesome effects of the German bombing. So Susan wasn't surprised when Lucy started crying and called her name. She'd lost sight of the squirrel and tripped.

Susan smiled and walked over to her younger sister, crouching beside her gently. "We'll take you back to the house, Lu," she assured her, putting an arm around her sister and seeing to the wound. Peter approached and Edmund followed.

"What's Lucy done now?" asked Edmund.

Peter swatted him and crouched beside Susan. "You'll know how to fix it, Su?" he said, looking up at Susan.

Susan nodded. "Of course, I'll just--" and suddenly Susan felt her gut wrench. "No! NO!" she shouted as she saw Peter's figure fade away. Her hand was floating above the ground, Lucy disappearing beneath her. Edmund dissipated. It was only a phantom. An old memory, before they'd gotten involved in Narnia, escaped from the war, when they were still young, before Professor Kirke, before the wardrobe. Susan collapsed and found herself staring at the cold bodies of her siblings.

Lucy's sweet smile was still there, though her face remained still. Tears flowed down Susan's cheeks. Her hands were clasped above her body. Susan loved Lucy. She'd taught her how to braid her hair, even tried to help her sketch a portrait of herself. She was the only other sister in the Pevensies. Now, she was gone.

And Edmund, oh, Edmund. He was irritable at first, but he'd changed ever since. He stopped trying to pick fights and pointed out the more reasonable way to settle a quarrel. He started burying himself in books and Susan was happy to lend him some. They were both the logical ones of the family, but Susan was now standing as one. His body felt cold and clammy under Susan's palm.

And Peter... He was so brave, so magnificent, as the people in Narnia had named him. He was the eldest, clearly a leader, and Susan had listened to him when they were the only children in the family. Growing up, she talked to Lucy and Edmund the way Peter had talked to her. The reason why she was able to settle fights was because of Peter. Standing before his corpse, clasping his cold hand as if wishing to go with him, Susan's pain was beyond anything she could imagine.

She thought she was living a happily married life, forgetting about their so-called adventures in Narnia and preferring to stay in England. She thought she was enjoying all the boys' attention on her, with her lips full and blush blooming on her cheeks. She thought it wasn't much of a problem when she merely scoffed at her siblings' tales, saying it was a children's game.

But now, her family lies dead before her and she revisits the memory of it every night, perhaps as a reminder of her past life, and what she could've done to prevent their deaths. Susan blamed herself. She wasn't living a happy life. She was a fool dressed in gowns and makeup to hide her pain and loneliness. There were no more mid-afternoons to spend in playgrounds.

[dragonroses]

one step at a time - 3,053 words

“I know,” he says, softer than Lucy’s ever heard him before. “It’s going to be okay. I know it’s not now. But it will be.”

“We’ll make it through alright, won’t we?”

-

Or; Lucy grapples with the weight of being a queen of Narnia

[anauro]

❔️ 🗣️and 📝 !!!

hope you're doing fineeee<33

Hello Chris!!!

❔Choose a random WIP and talk about it.

I’ve got this idea for a Jegulus, Pandalily and Rosekiller oneshot inspired by this tik tok

It’s essentially Regulus finding out what the Gryffindors are wearing for the Halloween party (James goes as a knight, Lily goes as a mushroom) and sharing with Pandora so they can go steal their crushes’ hearts. Regulus dresses as a slutty princess and Pandora (and Evan) go as moss and essentially do a weird worm dance around Lily the whole evening.

It’s just a fluffy little fic, full of cursus headcanons like weird Rosier twins agenda, Peter with social anxiety (so he goes as the mouse knight from Narnia) and eventual Pandalily and Jegulus getting together! 🥰

🗣️Talk about your favourite WIP

I don’t really have a one favourite, but the thing I’m currently obsessing about is the dass rosekiller sequel with besties James and Barty, oblivious Evan, Regulus “there’s a reason I didn’t go into paediatrics and that’s cause I hate children” Black being a busy dad and Barty being the go-to babysitter for all three of his friends kids (he even converted the fuck room into children's bedroom so they can stay over whenever) whilst also trying to not lose his mind pining after Evan.

its gonna be so cute, i cant wait 🥰🥰

📝Share a snippet of an unposted WIP, with or without context.

The context here is that Blaise doesn’t pronounce his Rs and I don’t know how else to write it 😅

Blaise keeps looking at Evan curiously and Evan gives him a small smile, trying to get the kid off his back.

“Come on, Luna. Hurry up, love,” he rushes his daughter, who is exceptionally slow at wiggling her little feet into her outdoors shoes.

“I know you, si’,” Blaise says suddenly. “My dadda keeps a pictu’e of you by his bed!”

“Whoah, okay, that’s enough young man,” Barty says hurriedly and places his hand over Blaise’s mouth. “That’s… Ev– I mean, Mr Rosier– he means the magazine. The Forbes magazine you did a photoshoot for a while back… it’s got –ehmm– it’s a got a good meditation section.”

Barty nods his head rapidly, whilst Blaise tries to fight his mouth free. A pained expression flashes through Barty’s face and Evan is certain the kid just bit him.

“Dadda, why do you lie?” Blaise demands. “You say it’s bad to say lies!”

Evan watches amused as Barty laughs nervously. Of course he remembers the photoshoot Forbes magazine did when he became the youngest name partner in history. He wore a design navy suit with crimson red tie and matching, freshly done gel manicure. He looked hot if he can say so himself.

“I didn’t know Forbes has a meditation section,” Evan muses. “Do you often meditate to that magazine, Mr Crouch?”

Barty is so lucky blush doesn’t show easily on his skin or else he’d be screwed with how nervous and fidgety he otherwise appears to be.

“Not often,” he says rapidly. “Not often at all.”

[scattered-winter]

ao3 wrapped !!

I've seen a few people doing this and thought I'd jump on the train lmao

1: how many words have you written this year?

uh. um. 319,614 lmfaooo

2: how many works did you publish this year?

just 5!! it's been a slow posting year but I have a LOT of WIPs I was working on in the meantime lmao

3: what work are you most proud of, regardless of kudos/hits?

bound like quintenary stars, without a doubt. it's the largest scale project I've ever done, and it's really forced me to grow as a writer

4: what work of yours has the most hits?

hold onto me has over 15k hits which is still WILD to me lmfao. if only i could write an update to that thang. and if we're talking just this year, then it's buckley siblings and their terrible, awful, no good very bad first dates at almost 3k

5: favorite title you used?

DEFINITELY buckley siblings and their terrible, awful, no good very bad first dates. i read that book as a kid and i think i'm hilarious

6: what artist have you pulled lyrics from the most:

probably bastille. tbh

7: pairing that you wrote the most for this year:

buddie LMAO. of the 5 fics i posted this year, 3 of them are buddie. I'm not counting quintenary stars in this because as of right now it's still mostly genfic and the romance won't come in until much further down the line

8: favorite pairing you wrote for this year:

only a few people know this but I wrote a LOT of adashi. I'm working on a side piece for quintenary stars that focuses on them pre-kerberos, and there are also a handful of adashi-adjacent aus i've been working on including leverage, agents of shield, and rwby. i'm obsessed with them lowkey

9: what work was the quickest to write?

walking out into the dark, cutting out a different path, led by a beating heart was uh. well. i wrote it in a matter of hours in a haze of mental illness in between the promo for 911 s6e11 and the actual episode dropping later that night. for those of you who don't have the context, a character got struck by lightning and subsequently was lingering on the threshold of death in episode 10, and when the promo for 11 dropped we realized there was going to be a coma dream episode in which the character would experience what should have been his Perfect Life but without all the things that led him to where he was, he never would have had an impact on his friends and family, and there would have been disastrous consequences. I distinctly remember skipping out on an entire day of classes because I was writing this fic LMFAO. and to this day I'm still very proud of it. incredible things come from sheer insanity it seems

10: what work took you longest to write?

seeing as quintenary stars is still ongoing, I'll say you're such a heavenly view. i had just watched prince caspian (again) and was feeling insane (as per usual) but it still took FOREVER to get this thang finished </3

11: what's your longest fic of the year?

quintenary stars is currently sitting pretty on 221,491, making it my longest piece of writing ever. which is pretty cool and also kinda scary because bro. bro i have no idea where these words are coming from

12: what's your shortest fic of the year?

buckley siblings !! it was short and sweet. angst and whump. u guys know what i like

13: favorite character you wrote this year?

oogh...i LOVED writing peter's pov in you're such a heavenly view. i actually would love to write more narnia fic someday. and i also love writing in pidge's pov in quintenary stars she is LITERALLY just like me fr

14: what's one pairing you want to explore more next year?

HEITH. i'm not putting them in quintenary stars but BOY do i want to explore their dynamic. and i am also always down for more caspeter

15: how many kudos in total did you get this year?

579!!

16: which work has the most comments?

quintenary stars! which statistically makes sense to me because it's a multichapter and the others this year are oneshots. but the fic that has the most comments overall is hold onto me

17: did you do any collaborative works this year?

nothing posted on ao3, but there was a lot of collaboration going on behind the scenes! the voltron leverage au in particular is a pretty elaborate project @frigidboy and i are working on together, and he's also been my soundboard for a lot of quintenary stars stuff. I've also been collaborating with various members of The Groupchat (@dauntingday, @soleadita, @xandromedan, @moonlightperseus) on various ongoing projects and aus including but not limited to some rwby aus with day, red and 13 stuff with leo, COUNTLESS aus, ocs, and wips with mads, and some leverage stuff with abby. I've also made some zombie apocalypse ocs with @0xy--m0r0n. and there are probably more things I've collabed with people on but I FORGOR </3

18: what's your most common category?

gen and m/m !! I tend to lean more gen with just a touch of romance most of the time, but more often than not my oneshots will be more explicitly romance

19: what do you listen to while writing?

it varies, but most of the time it will be some kind of orchestral/instrumental music. I have a list of favorite compilations on youtube from hans zimmer and some other favorites that I rotate through, and I also have some playlists on spotify for when I'm not as picky. it also depends on what I'm writing at the time: if I'm writing quintenary stars, I will usually go straight to the voltron soundtrack (or other space sci fi like interstellar or gravity) just because I need a specific vibe. and if I'm writing a battle scene, sometimes I'll pull up another tab and put some space battle ambience over the music, too

20: favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

oh god there are SO many favorites. but probably in the coma dream buck fic (walking out into the dark) when I used imagery to draw a connection to the Shooting Scene. like of all the literary things I've pulled over the years I think that one is hands down my favorite

"Shit's crazy here, man," Danny said as he stepped up to the sink beside Evan. "Did you know there was a sniper a few months ago? Some crazy cop was shooting firefighters out in the streets." A chill ran down Evan's spine, coldness settling in the bottom of his gut. Danny turned on the faucet. Water splashed in the bottom of the sink, flung up and out.  Droplets splattered across Evan's face. "Damn," Evan murmured, raising a shaking hand to wipe it away. "Was anyone killed?" "One was," Danny said offhandedly. "He got shot right after a call, middle of the street. Nobody even saw it coming.” Evan was shaking, all over his body. Danny just kept going, like he didn’t even notice. “His team was trapped by the sniper and by the time they got him pulled out, it was too late.” Stay there! I’m coming to you! “The news said his name was Diaz. Eddie Diaz." Evan dropped the plate he was holding. Shards of ceramic flew in every direction, pinpricks of pain prickling at his legs and bare feet. Gunshot in the street. Blood splattered on his face. Asphalt against his cheek. Are you hurt? "Evan?" Danny was looking at him, brows furrowed together. "Are you okay?" Evan swallowed, took in a shaky breath, nodded. He bent and began to gently gather the broken shards in his palm, but something made him pause. "Huh." "What?" Danny was looking at him like he was crazy. "I'm not bleeding." And he wasn't. His legs and feet were untouched; smooth, unmarred skin where only seconds before, he'd been so certain he'd felt cuts. "That's weird," Danny said, before shoving a broom in Evan's hands. "Your mess, your job. You get to finish the dishes."

overall that whole fic was just. probably some of my best work I think. I'm so proud of it fr

21: biggest surprise while writing this year?

i was NOT expecting quintenary stars to get as much engagement as it's been getting!! i feel like everyone's kinda trying to forget voltron ever existed (understandable) so i didn't think there would be much of an audience for it. but there is!!! and i love you guys!!!!!

TAGGING IF U WANNA DO THIS TOO: ppl i've already tagged above, plus @scorchedhearth, @ anyone else who wants to do it !! I'm so sorry I am totally blanking on mutuals/followers/friends who are also writers so if u see this and want to, consider urself tagged !!