#the part where Edmund meets Jadis
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secondbeatsongs · 2 years ago
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forbidden Narnia adaptation where Tim Curry is the white witch and David Bowie is Aslan, send post
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inkandpen22 · 4 years ago
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Otherworldly Kings and Queens (7/?)
Pairing: Prince Caspian x Female!Reader/ Peter Pevensie x Female!Reader 
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1.4k
Part Summary: The Talmarines arrive at the Howe and everyone struggles to figure out what to do next
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"Y/N! Y/N wake up!" 
I jolt awake from my dream and gasp for air. My vision is blurry at first but adjusts to land on Lucy hovering over me. 
"What?! What is Lucy?!" I panic. 
"They're here! The Talmarines!" She rushes out. 
I rise from my laid position on the floor with a grunt of pain. My side is a bit sore from my experience earlier with Jadis. 
"Where's your brother?!" I question the youngest urgently. 
"Outside with the others!" She informs me as she helps me off the ground.
I hurry toward the tunnels leading out of the Howe. Again, Peter leaves without telling to face Miraz. He'll claim it's to protect me but that doesn't make it any less frustrating. 
 "Has the fighting started?" I worry. 
"No, Peter sent Edmund to make a deal," Lu explains vaguely as she struggles to keep up with me. 
"Deal?" I stop in my tracks and turn to the girl. "What kind of deal?" 
Lucy hesitates and it doesn't exactly ease my nerves. 
"Lucy, what kind of deal?" I repeat, giving her shoulders a pleading squeeze. 
"Instead of a battle..." she mumbles as she stares down at the dirt beneath us. "Peter will fight Miraz to the death." 
I growl, turning my attention again toward the tunnels. "You have got to be kidding me!" 
"It's for the best, Y/N!" Lucy attempts to convince me as I hurry to stop her brother. "Think of how many lives will-" 
"I refuse to lose Peter! There has to be another way!" I bark. "Where is he?!" 
"The cove... getting ready," she answers solemnly. 
This moment parallels the night of the castle raid almost too well. I rush out of the Howe to find Peter and Lucy chases after me. Why is it that it's always Peter getting into messes and it's me trying to save him? One of these days I fear I won't be quick enough. 
"Peter!" I shout once I turn to corner toward the dim-lit cove. 
The blonde boy whips his head around toward me. Caspian and the others stand with him around the stone table. He jogs toward me with a worried expression. Caspian shares the same look in his eyes. 
Peter grips my shoulders and lowers himself to my level. "Y/N, are you alright?!" 
"I'm fine, I'm fine," I insist. "But what about you? What are you thinking?! If Miraz accepts you could-" 
He sighs as his features fall. "It's the only way..." 
"There is never just one way!" I argue, jerking his hands off of me with annoyance. 
"Let me take your place," Caspian interjects from across the room. 
Peter and I shoot our attention to Caspian's direction. 
"Oh my..." I withhold my frustration. "Does everyone have a death wish? Should I put in my name to fight Miraz too?! Stop trying to play the hero, both of you!" I snap between the two boys. 
"Y/N, you don't understand," Caspian dismisses as he steps forward. 
"I understand perfectly well," I hiss through my teeth. "I already know what it's like to lose someone to war. You may act valiantly now, but remember the pain you'll cause the people you leave behind." 
Caspian's features strike cold as comprehends my meaning or has he forgotten our discussion by the river? 
"It's only to buy time while Lucy goes to find Aslan," Peter explains to me quietly. 
"You're going to send a little girl into the darkest parts of the forest alone!" Trumpkin interrupts bitterly as he crosses the room to Lucy. 
"Haven't enough of us died?" He mutters to the girl. 
"She won't be alone..." Susan assures. "I'll go with her, at least part of the way." 
Trumpkin starts arguing which erupts a frenzy of chatter amongst everyone. Each of them wants to be the sole savior and refuse to alone anyone else help which will only lead to more death. They're all acting as if there's only one way for us to possibly win. There has to be another way. 
"I'll go," I shout over the many voices. 
"What?" Peter questions as though he didn't hear me. He heard it, he must have, but he doesn't want to believe it. 
"I'll go find Aslan," I reiterate confidently. 
"But Y/N, you don't even know what he looks like nor do you know the woods," Edmund reasons. 
"I do actually," I tell him and the others calmly. I wasn't planning on telling anyone of my dream but I suppose I must. "I know what he looks like. I... I had a dream about him. It sounds crazy but I think I'm meant to do this." 
"No, no, it's far too dangerous," Peter refuses... typical. 
"Oh, so you'd send Lucy and Susan out but not me?" I laugh mockingly in disbelief. 
He would risk his only two sisters no problem, but I'm far too important? 
"That's different," Caspian argues in agreement with Peter. 
They choose now to see eye to eye?!
"How so?" I growl at the prince. 
"If anything happened to you, I would never be able to forgive myself," Peter answers hushedly at my side. 
"Peter..." I turn to my oldest friend and cup his cheek. "I can do this." 
Peter nods solemnly as he takes my hand that rests on his cheek. He stares down at my hand within both of his with a frown. I can see how difficult it is to let me do this, but he also knows that I'm right.  
"Have Susan go with you," Peter insists. 
"No, you'll need her more than I will. All I'll need his time," I assure him. 
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After Edmund and some soldiers finish setting up my horse, Peter escorts me over with my katana. 
"Don't do anything reckless," he requests lightheartedly, but deep down I know he means it. 
"Isn't everything we're doing right now a tad reckless?" I snicker lightly. 
He chuckles for the first time in a while. "Yes, I suppose so." 
"Be alive when I get back," I request of Peter in return as we reach my horse. 
"I'll try my best," he assures. 
"At least you didn't promise," I snicker, referring to my hatred for empty promises. 
"Peter!" Susan calls from the entrance to the tunnel leading out to the field. "You're needed." 
Peter gives his sister a sharp nod before turning to me. He pulls me into his embrace. "Make it back." 
"I plan on it," I remark wittily to keep his hopes at least level. 
Peter is reluctant to let me go but does so rashly and without meeting my gaze. I don't take it personally. I suspect if I'm finding it hard to go, he's having trouble letting me. 
"Here." Caspian appears beside me, holding out Susan's horn. "In case you need us." 
"You hold onto it. You might need to call me again," I wink as I turn toward my horse to mount it. 
"Y/N?" Suddenly, Caspian grips my wrist to stop me. 
"Hmm?" I pause. 
Caspian wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest yearningly. I can hear his heart pounding in his chest. 
"I'm so sorry," he apologizes quietly against my shoulder. 
I tighten my arms around him and press my cheek to his chest. 
"I never blamed you, Caspian," I whisper. 
It pains me that he blames himself for Jadis's actions. 
"I blame myself. If I hadn't been so weak to give into-" 
I part from him, but not far, only to meet his eye. "I was tempted too. The more important thing is we didn't give in." I offer him a weak smile. 
"But if you hadn't pushed me aside you wouldn't have gotten hurt," he reasons. 
"I would do it all over again," I tell him wholeheartedly. "At that moment, I didn't hesitate, not for a second!" 
"That's the second time you've saved me now," he smiles with a light chuckle falling from his lips. 
"I guess so huh?" I chuckle. "When are you going to return the favor?" 
"Hopefully I never have to," he remarks wisely. 
Caspian helps me onto my horse and hands me my katana. I slip the sheath strap over my chest so that the blade rests against my back. He peers up at me longingly. 
"Goodbye for now," I bid farewell with optimism. 
"Be safe," he pleads as his hand lands on mine. 
"You too," I swallow hard, suddenly finding it painful to leave him. 
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heliads · 2 years ago
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Hii Lisa!!🥰 Congratulations again for your 5k!!!! Here I am to already request something, but I'll try to keep them down because I don't want to overwhelm you!!
Could I get a journal entry pretty please? I love love your Au's (they literally give me life) and I'm really excited to hear what you have thought of. Do you have any for Narnia? (I've been obsessed lately) If not, then how about shadow and bone? (Some six of crows action, cause I love those babies)
Thank you so much!! Ily❤️
yes yes yes journal entries!!
for narnia:
Soulmate AU in which you receive the same injuries as your soulmate. Edmund is reader's soulmate, and so when he gets stabbed by Jadis, reader is stabbed as well. No one knows that they're soulmates bc they're in a battle, and Lucy has to decide which one of them to save- her brother or the best friend of the family, someone they've all known for years. Bonus points for both Edmund and reader trying to convince her to save the other one.
AU in which leaving Narnia totally erases any memories of ever being there. Reader and Caspian fall in love when he calls over the Pevensies, but when reader comes back in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, they don't remember Caspian, even though Caspian has nothing but the best memories of reader.
for shadow and bone:
AU where there's another kind of summoner, an Illusionist, someone who can conjure up illusions of any of the Etherealki abilities- clouds of fire, storm clouds, massive waves, etc, but none of it is real. The fire looks real, but it never burns, the water rages, but never drenches, and so on. For this reason, Illusionists aren't liked by the rest of the Grisha because they're seen as charlatans. Reader is an Illusionist with the rare ability to seem as if they're summoning sunlight, and is Alina's friend in Keramzin. When Alina saves Mal on the skiff and reveals herself to be a Grisha, Reader knows that the Darkling isn't to be trusted, so they pretend it was them instead. Their light looks real, but of course it's an illusion so it gives off no heat. Reader is terrified of being caught, but the Darkling never notices, all because he's so in love with them that he'd never notice any chill.
Soulmate AU in which you get a flashback of your soulmate's entire life when you meet them. Reader is a friend of Alina's and is captured by the Darkling at the beginning of Siege and Storm; their soulmate is Nikolai, and they realize who Sturmhond is the second they meet because they have the flashback. Trouble ensues in which reader has to pretend as if they have no idea that Sturmhond is actually a prince of Ravka, all the while Nik is freaking out because the Darkling is two steps away from killing his soulmate.
Soulmate AU in which your soulmate's full name appears somewhere on your skin. Reader's soulmate is Kaz, and at first reader doesn't believe Kaz is truly their soulmate because the tattoo says 'Kaz Rietveld' and not 'Kaz Brekker.' Kaz doesn't want to confess anything about Jordie and why he changed his name, but He Must!
i hope you enjoy, thank you for taking part in my celebration!!
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adamwatchesmovies · 2 years ago
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The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader (2010)
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If The Chronicles of Narnia: Voyage of the Dawn Treader had been a standalone film, it might’ve been ok. Unfortunately, this isn’t just a standalone film, it’s a sequel to The Prince Caspian, itself a follow-up of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. After seeing those two films, this one feels profoundly mundane, maybe even *gulp* boring.
Set three years after the events of Prince Caspian, Edmund (Skandar Keynes) and Lucy (Georgie Henley) are staying with their irritating know-it-all younger cousin Eustace (Will Poulter) when all three are called to Narnia. Sailing aboard the “Dawn Treader” with King (formerly Prince) Caspian (Will Poulter), our heroes seek the swords of the seven Lords of Narnia. With those artifacts, they can repel the carnivorous mist threatening the land.
With this film, Green Lantern and Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer we can confidently say that unless your evil mist/cloud is hiding some horrific monsters or phantasmal sailors, your movie is doomed. This picture's first major issue is its lack of an interesting conflict, nevermind villain. After facing off against Jadis, the White Witch (Tilda Swinton) and Caspian’s treacherous uncle, you want the stakes to go even higher. At the very least, the emotions need to compensate but it's hard to feel threatened by a fog bank, even if it is green - the colour of stink. That wouldn’t be such a big deal if the quest they embarked upon was interesting, but it isn’t. Not compared to what we've seen before. They meet a bunch of silly-looking creatures, travel from one location to another and the biggest threat to the Dawn Treader’s crew… is the possibility or starvation or mutiny. Peter, Susan, Lucy and Edmund lived in Narnia for years, ruling as kings and queens. This quest would’ve been a Saturday afternoon for them back in the old days.
Voyage of the Dawn Treader isn’t bereft of charm. The individual characters are great. Lucy and Edmund have their own characters arcs, and they’re not the same ones as before. Eustace is irritating for about a third of the film but you eventually come to like him. If you’re wiling to forgive the lame plot, it might actually be worth sitting through to see more of Caspian or the swashbuckling mouse Reepicheep (voiced by Simon Pegg). Those are great characters, the kind you fall in love with and tear up when you realize it’s time for you and them to once again part ways. There is a place for this kind of story, the kind that’s ultimately gentle and filled with more whimsy than actual action… it’s just that after two epic battles where hundreds of creatures waged wars, this trek is a letdown. The older siblings’ swan song was a tale for the ages. Lucy and Edmund have got little to write home about after this fetch quest. I didn’t even feel that the special effects were that great. They’re fine, but you’re not wowed by them like you were before.
After seeing The Prince Caspian, I was eagerly looking forward to more. Unfortunately, the next entry in the series, The Magician's Nephew, never materialized, making The Voyage of the Dawn Treader a forgettable and low final note. (Theatrical version on Blu-ray, September 30, 2017)
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intoanothermind · 5 years ago
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Beauty Queen - Chapter 1
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B E A U T Y  Q U E E N
Synopsis: You are the Ice Princess of Narnia during the Long Winter. Your sister Jadis, the White Witch, hates that you’re always helping Narnians escape prision. She decides to hunt you down and you have to run away from the palace. What happens when you find the four humans lost in Narnia?
- Edmund Pevensie x reader
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<Prologue | Chapter 2>
(Some words about the translation in the prologue. I might make a tag list, but I’m not sure if it’ll work because I never made one. If you want to be part of it, just let me know.)
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C H A P T E R   O N E
Word Count: 1.724 words
Edmund started to walk through the corridors and was startled to see Lucy awake, going through the corridors with a candle. He thought of playing a trick on her, then walked silently after her.
They walked to the empty room where the wardrobe was.
Edmund saw Lucy disappearing there and quickly looked back, looking for an answer on what to do. He decided to follow her.
“Lucy... Are you afraid of the dark?” He asked cynically.
There was no answer.
He started to go deeper into the wardrobe and saw branches there. When he turned to look at the coats, he tripped over something and fell on his back in the snow.
Snow?!
He looked around, realizing that he was really in a snowy forest, and got up again.
“Lucy.” He called, looking around and looking for signs of his sister. “Where are you? Lucy.” He continued calling. “I believe you now.” He said, walking forward.
Suddenly he saw himself in front of an old lamp, which had its candle lit even in all that cold. He prowled around him, enjoying that rarity among the trees.
He continued walking, looking for his sister; slippers clinging to the fluffy snow.
“Lucy?” He shouted, hoping his sister was close enough to hear him.
Edmund heard a noise behind him. He turned and saw a girl running through the trees. Black curls framing her round face, swinging gently just below the shoulders. Piercing blue eyes and long lashes. Pink lips contrasting with the white skin that looked like porcelain with small freckles across the nose and the cheeks. A long and simple dress, white like the snow she stepped on. A sword with a sapphire hilt attached to her back. She was constantly looking around her shoulder, careful, but not afraid. However, she didn’t notice Edmund standing there and ran into him. Edmund held her by the waist before they both hit the floor.
“Hey, you 're good?” he and asked, worried.
“I am.” the girl said, moving away from him and looking back.
“What is it?” He asked, looking where the girl had come to know why she looked so stunned. “Why are you running?”
“Because she wants...” the girl didn’t finish speaking, because soon the noise of a carriage was followed. “Ah, by Aslam's mane, she can't find me!” she said, desperately, and tried to free herself from Edmund's hand, which was holding her by the wrist.
And the carriage was already approaching and Edmund realized that the girl couldn’t go very far.
“Hide here, I'll distract them!” he said quickly, and pushed her to some bushes high enough that she would crouch and not be seen.
Edmund saw white horses pulling a white carriage. He strayed from the path, but the horses ended up knocking him over. The carriage stopped a little ahead and a small creature emerged from there. A dwarf. Edmund tried to run, but he threw a kind of whip, which wrapped around his ankle and made him fall again. He jumped on Edmund’s back and put a knife to his neck.
“Leave me alone!” shouted Edmund, closing his eyes and turning his face.
“What is it now?” asked the woman in the carriage.
“Tell him to drop me! I didn't do anything wrong!” said Edmund, desperate.
“How dare you address the Queen of Narnia?!” asked the dwarf with a shrill voice.
“I didn't know!” replied Edmund.
“You will learn to recognize from now on!” cried the dwarf, lifting the knife, ready to cut the throat of Edmund.
“Wait!” shouted the woman, preventing him.
They looked towards the carriage. The woman came down. He had curly blond hair, tied at the back of her head. She was pale and wore a light blue dress, with a heavy white coat. She had a big crystal staff on hand.
The dwarf gave Edmund room to sit.
“What is your name... Son of Adam?” asked the woman.
“Edmund.” He replied, getting up.
“And how, Edmund, managed to enter my domains?”
“I... I don't know well.” He replied, looking quickly at the dwarf beside him. “I... I was following my sister.”
“Your sister?” asked the woman. “How many of you?”
“Four.” he replied. “Lucy is the only one who has been here.”
“Interesting...” said the woman. “And what did your sister find here?”
“She said she met a faun named” he looked down, trying to remember his name. “Tumnus. Peter and Susan didn’t believe her and neither did I.”
“Edmund, you look cold. Sit with me.”
The woman sat in the carriage and he sat beside her. She wrapped him with her in the big white fur coat.
“Now...” said the woman. “How about a hot drink?”
“Yes, please... Majesty.”
She took a small flask and poured a drop of liquid into the snow, from which a silver bowl grew, with a steaming liquid inside. The dwarf bent down, taking the cup and handed it to the woman, who passed it on to Edmund.
“How did you do that?” asked Edmund.
“I can do anything I want.”
“Can I get taller?” asked Edmund hopeful.
“Anything you want to eat.” she corrected, giggling.
“Turkish delight?”
She spilled a drop on the snow again. Soon, a basket of Turkish delight was on the floor. The dwarf took it and handed it to Edmund, who quickly opened the lid and started or ate, remembering the hunger he felt. The dwarf took the cup and threw it at the tree behind him. As soon as it touched the wood, the bowl turned to snow again.
“Edmund?” he called the woman. “I would love to meet the rest of your family.”
“Why?” He asked, not wanting to admit his envy. “They have nothing special.”
“Oh, I know they’re not as pleasant as you.” she said, taking the dwarf's cap and cleaning Edmund's mouth, which got dirty with the Turkish Delight he was eating. “But you know, Edmund, I don't have children on my own. And you're the kind of boy I might see one day becoming Prince of Narnia. Maybe even a king.”
“Really?”
“You would have to bring your family.”
“So... Peter would also be king?”
“No! No, no. But a king needs servants...”
Edmund thought for a second.
“Well... I think I can bring them.”
The woman took the basket of Turkish delight from Edmund's hands and handed it to the dwarf. She turned to Edmund and pointed somewhere in front of him.
“Beyond the woods, those two hills? My house is right between them. You would love it, Edmund. It has many rooms crammed with Turkish Delight.”
Edmund stood up.
“Can't I eat some more?”
“No! I will not want you to spoil your appetite. Besides, we'll see you soon, won't we?”
“I hope so...” said Edmund, getting out of the carriage. “Majesty.”
“Until then, dear. I will miss you.”
And then the dwarf advances with the carriage away, leaving Edmund there. And then the girl came out of the bushes, stepping heavily and with an irritated expression .
“Why did you do that?!” she asked, stopping several steps away from him and crossing her arms.
“What?” he asked, confused.
“Look, are you really a Son of Adam?”
Edmund was even more confused. “What is a Son of Adam?”
“Are you human?” she simplified.
“As far as I know, I am.”
“So I have to get you out of here, Edmund.” she said, pulling him by the hand, and ran with him through the trees in the lamps direction.
“Hey, what are you doing?!” he asked, trying to follow her rapid pace. “And I don't even know your name!”
“I'm taking you to where you came from, it's dangerous for any human here.” she hesitates before saying her name. “And my name is Y/N.”
Nice name, he thought. But then he noticed something she said. It was a danger to humans there, and she said the word as if she wasn’t one either. What would she be?
Then they heard a noise and Y/N quickly put her hand on the sword, but Edmund stopped her. He had heard his name being called.
“It's just my sister.”
“Then here’s where we split paths. Farewell, Son of Adam.” Y/N said, seconds before Lucy appeared, she hid through trees, but Edmund realized she still hadn’t left.
And she and the blond queen spoke so alike that he was surprised. Did they have any kind of connection?
“Edmund?” he heard someone calling him.
He saw his younger sister coming out of the trees.
“Ah, Edmund! You came in here too!” she came running and hugged him. “Isn’t it awesome?”
Edmund pushed her away.
“Where have you been?”
“With Mr. Tumnus. He's fine. The White Witch still doesn't know that he knows me.”
“The White Witch?” asked Edmund suspiciously.
“She says she is Queen of Narnia, but she is not. Are you okay? You seem horrible.”
“Now, what did you want? Come on, it's freezing. How do we get out of here?”
“Let's go.” She said, holding his hand and pulling him through the trees. “This way.”
Y/N watched closely as they passed through the trees and saw Edmund looking slightly at her before entering a strange and unusual foliage.
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bloodybigwardrobe · 4 years ago
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Hi! Your writing is just fabulous - for the fanfic ask game, S, M, and/or whichever one you'd most enjoy answering!
hey!! thank you so, so much. i adore your writing and definitely think it's part of why i jumped into producing narnia content so that means a lot :D (a mini response to letter R as well i suppose)
M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?
BOY DO I! i have so many ideas, snippets and wips... the ones that are the most recent in my mind are:
- a oneshot set just after hhb, with susan musing/lamenting on how narnia prospers and the sacrifices of war, set in my wilder narnia series
- a prince caspian/lww fusion where the two plots overlap, with the pevensies as fae who nurse a runaway caspian back to health and enlist his help in getting edmund back from jadis, who bound him to her
- musings on the importance of seasons after the 100-year winter (likely within the wilder narnia setting, but generally about how the changing of the seasons might be celebrated and what narnia would look and feel like through it all)
- peter vanishes without a trace and the search for him grows frantic quickly. a high king's lessons ought to have included the warnings of falling too deeply into the connection with his land
- a whole bunch of exploration of lgbtq+ pevensies
S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?
generally, i am a sucker for aus of almost any kind - be that modern aus or aus relating to other media (even if i haven't engaged with this other media). i've got a soft spot for h/c as well, and am an unashamed angst lover (ranging from death themes, to bad endings, to angsty aus). narnia-specific i think my favourite trope is definitely fae and odd magic (as one might be able to tell from my writing :P).
and because you gave me permission: F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.
"Steady, Caspian." Peter's voice is low, rough. It settles in the air with such power that Caspian cannot stop himself from gasping quietly. As if recognising the order, Caspian's tremors slow as quickly as they came on. "You shall carry it well." There are no traces of concern or doubt in his words, only a certainty too much for Caspian to bear.
"How do you know?" Caspian asks, eyes locked onto the floor between them. Even still, he feels how the High King watches him. 
Peter doesn't speak, but grabs hold of Caspian's cut hand with his own. Peter's fingers are wet with their mixed blood but careful regardless. He inspects the wound, turns it in the torchlight. Caspian holds his breath. Peter's other hand slides up to Caspian's neck, steadying his slumped head. "We would not have accepted your gift if we thought you would bring ruin to our people."
- i'll keep the king definitely is one of my favourite pieces i've written. while it's not dialogue heavy at all, i'm incredibly proud of the few bits that are spoken. caspian's uncertainty meets peter's steadfastness and i'm just really proud with how it all came out :D
thank you so much for sending these in and giving me the opportunity to share! <3
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maaaddiexo · 4 years ago
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Chapter Thirteen | Peter Pevensie
[Red Series Book One: Roses]
Synopsis: With World War Two ravaging the world, no one is safe and no one is happy.
Despite their protests, Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy Pevensie are evacuated from London and sent to live in the English countryside with an old professor. Scared and unhappy, only the youngest Pevensie child remains optimistic and ends up sharing her hope with her siblings in the form of a wardrobe that takes them to Narnia, a different world where they are the only form of hope to bring an end to an evil witch's reign of terror.
Rosemary Bennett has no more hope left in her heart. Her brother and father are off fighting for their country, the former having gone missing months ago, and her mother ignores her, preferring the company of a bottle over her own daughter. Giving up seems the only logical plan of action. But when it finally comes to carrying it out, she's transported to a different world, with talking animals and a prophecy that doesn't involve her. Unsure as to why she is there, she must navigate a new world and ponder the possibility that maybe - just maybe - she doesn't actually want to die.
*Warning: this book deals with depression and suicide. Though mental illness isn't what this story revolves around, the act of suicide and depressive thoughts are intertwined with the plot and act as 'backseat drivers' to the novel.
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What Susan had meant was mounting horses and running around the range. If it was all about tracking, then it shouldn't matter whether it was the target or the shooter that was moving. Right?
Once again, Rosemary was clearly more experienced with riding horses than the Pevensie girls so she spent the first hour simply helping them learn how to ride without their weapons.
When they'd finally called it quits for the day hours later, the sun was halfway through its descent. After returning the horses, the girls headed back to the outside of the camp where the shooting range was. There, Edmund and Peter were galloping through the large boulders and tall grass.
"Come on, Ed! Swordpoint up - like Oreius showed us."
They disappeared behind rocks and hills before reappearing somewhere else. The girls climbed on top of a large rock where they would be out of the way and cheered the two boys on.
"On garde!"
"Now block!"
Enchanted by the sight, the girls leaned forward with big smiles and watched the two boys spar, their swords clanging.
"Peter, Edmund!" Beaver appeared from the direction of the camp, standing up on his back paws. "The Witch has demanded a meeting with Aslan."
"What?!" Rosemary gasped, jumping down off of the boulder. "Why?"
"I don't know, but she's on her way here."
By the time the Witch's minions appeared at the edge of the camp, everyone had already assembled at the main pathway and watched silently and angrily as she was carried to Aslan's tent on a portable throne by four ogres.
A dwarf with a knotted beard and heavy fur coat walked ahead. "Jadis, the Queen of Narnia. Empress of the Lone Islands!"
"You can't be queen and empress but whatever," Rosemary uttered from between Peter and Edmund who snickered.
"Don't tell her that. She'll have your head."
Rosemary swallowed and looked back at the Witch, having never seen her before. She was very pale with long bleach blonde hair styled in dreadlocks that had been pulled up into a bun. She seemed extremely skinny, her cheekbones and elbows on the verge of breaking through her skin. A small crown of ice rested on her head. Her dress was extravagant, long, and thick. Rosemary was sure she must have been hot, even though it had short sleeves. Her wardrobe was clearly made for the cold.
People in the crowd heckled the Witch and Rosemary wanted nothing more than to join in with them. But unlike them, she was still scared of the Witch.
From the end of the aisle, Aslan growled lowly. Even he couldn't hold back his hatred for the Witch. As the Witch stood, everyone quieted down and Rosemary inched further back behind Peter. Noticing this, he grabbed her hand and squeezed it softly.
Hidden behind Peter, the Witch didn't have a good view of Rosemary but she could see the Witch in full. She could tell the Witch wasn't comfortable - perhaps not scared but definitely not fully in control. She wasn't in familiar territory and she was greatly outnumbered. If anything went wrong, the Witch knew she would lose within minutes. Nonetheless, the Witch made sure to keep her chin up.
"You have a traitor in your midst, Aslan."
"His offense was not against you."
"Have you forgotten the laws upon which Narnia was built?"
Aslan growled. "Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch. I was there when it was written."
"Then you'll remember well that every traitor belongs to me." The Witch looked over at Edmund. Her smile was one of pure evil. "His blood is my property."
Peter stepped in front of Edmund, raising his sword. "Try and take him then." He just got Edmund back and wouldn't lose him without a fight.
Jadis chuckled. "Do you really think that mere force will deny me my right, little King?"
With a burst of courage, Rosemary stepped forward. "You just acknowledged that he is meant to be King. Doubting yourself, are we?"
The smile on Jadis' face dropped at Rosemary's taunting words. Wanting to return to being in control and debuting her power, she turned back to Aslan as Rosemary pulled Peter back into the crowd.
"Aslan knows that unless I have blood, as the law demands, all of Narnia will be overturned and perish in fire and water." Pointing at Edmund, she yelled, "That boy will die on the Stone Table as is tradition."
Rosemary had been sitting on the grass for close to an hour now, playing with the end of her braid. Aslan had demanded he speak alone with the Witch in his tent and no sound had been made since.
"Maybe I should just sacrifice myself," Edmund sighed. "So nobody else has to die."
"He won't let you die, Edmund," Susan assured. "He's so sure of the prophecy he wouldn't let us come so close to fulfilling it only for it to be ruined."
"Thanks, Su," Edmund smiled but it didn't quite reach his eyes. They waited for another thirty minutes in silence before the tent flaps finally rustled and the White Witch stepped out. She stared Edmund down before turning away and walking back to her carrier wordlessly.
"She has renounced her claim on the Son of Adam's blood."
Rosemary smiled, hugging Edmund first but she was soon trapped in the middle of a large group hug. She could hear Susan's relieved breath and Peter's laugh in her ears.
"How do I know your promise will be kept?" Jadis asked, turning to face the Lion.
Aslan released a threatening roar that knocked the Witch back into her traveling throne. Rosemary laughed and cheered, hugging her group of friends. It was about time someone put the Witch in her place. As the Witch was carried away, the cheers only got louder, but Rosemary could still hear Aslan when he called her name.
"Could I speak with you for a moment?"
Rosemary separated herself from the celebrating crowd and walked beside Aslan up the hill. It seemed it was his favourite spot. Celebrations moved to the campfire and Rosemary could see the four Pevensie children being lifted into the air, their laughter carrying up to Rosemary and Aslan.
"Do you know why you are here, Rosemary?"
Rosemary chuckled under her breath, "I've been trying to figure that out since I got here. Hate to admit I haven't had much luck."
Aslan sat down, looking out over Narnia. "You are here because you are important, Rosemary. Not like how the Pevensie children are important. Narnia needs them whereas you need Narnia."
"I don't understand."
"You know that Narnia called the Pevensies from England because it was time the prophecy was fulfilled. They were needed. You are special. You are here because Narnia believed it wasn't your time to die."
"Oh," Rosemary looked down, fiddling with her fingers. "How do you know about that?"
"I am entwined with the Deep Magic. It tells me what it wants to tell me."
"You're like the man behind the curtain in the Wizard of Oz. So Narnia didn't want me to die - for whatever reason. But why would it call me here?"
"Because only the best of us deserve a second chance."
Tears welled in Rosemary's eyes and she let them fall, knowing no one would see them from up on the hill. "I wanted to die, Aslan. And yet something always stops that from happening. Why couldn't Narnia just let me die?"
"Perhaps because it isn't your time to die."
"Isn't it my right to decide when to end my life?"
"It is, but the Deep Magic has a stronger hold on its inhabitants here in Narnia which is why you haven't tried to end your life since you got here."
"I was willing to sacrifice myself, though."
"Sacrifice is different than suicide. Tell me, do you still want to end your life?"
"Isn't Narnia's Deep Magic changing my mind?"
"No, it doesn't work like that. It doesn't change your mind, it is simply trying to stop you from carrying out the action."
"Oh, um," Rosemary squinted as she took a moment to think. Every sense seemed to heighten as she breathed deeply and looked around. The light of the moon seemed stronger, the grass felt softer, and the laughter of the Narnians by the fire seemed louder. She thought about her journey to Aslan's camp - Mrs. Beaver taking care of her, bonding with Susan during the boring parts of the journey, and Peter helping her across the melting river. "I...I don't know anymore."
"These people have changed your mind?"
"When the war began, everything seemed to fall apart. My father and brother left to fight and now Daniel's missing, and my mother drinks all the time and ignores me. I just couldn't live with that anymore - the war and being so alone. But the Pevensies and the people here - they're fighting through war too so I wonder what makes me different. You guys here have lived under the reign of the White Witch for a hundred years and I can't even last five months!"
"No two people are alike, Rosemary. You struggle with the absence of your family because you miss them. Your mindset is understandable."
"But you still don't agree with it."
Aslan avoided answering. "Have the rings on your necklace separated yet?"
"What? Oh. No." Rosemary pulled the necklace out from underneath her dress, taken off guard by the sudden change of topic. "I think Santa Claus made a mistake."
"He didn't. Give it time. You are changing as a person - growing. Perhaps you just need to grow a little more."
"I just want to be happy," Rosemary cried softly. She began to sob again, hiding her mouth behind her hands.
"I know it's hard but things will look up soon. Try to hold on a little longer."
"What happens when I return to England."
"I'm afraid I don't have the answer to that."
"What about your promise to the Witch? What did you promise her?"
Aslan sighed and lay down beside Rosemary, his mane brushing against her side. "I suppose I can tell you - it would be nice to get it off of my chest. But you can't tell anyone, Rosemary. Not the Pevensies and certainly not Peter."
"I promise. But why specifically not Peter?"
"Because his grief needs to be real."
"Grief? Aslan, what did you promise her?"
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sj-thefan · 5 years ago
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Stories of Old
Caspian's nurse hadn't been chased off as Miraz claimed. Instead, she had made the mistake of telling Caspian stories about Old Narnia. When Caspian had questioned his uncle about the validity of the stories, King Miraz denied them and sent his nurse away to prevent further stories being told.
Unfortunately for him, Doctor Cornelius was connected to the Old Narnia and told Caspian anything he wanted to hear. Of course, he was more careful, so when his daughter and Prince Caspian came asking about the stories they had read in a history book, he asked them to meet him in the astronomy tower after sundown.
Doctor Cornelius told them of the White Witch, Jadis, and how she cursed the land with a winter that lasted a hundred years. He told them that one day, a young girl named  Lucy Pevensie arrived, triggering the start of the end of the winter. Lucy was a daughter of eve, much similar to the Telmarians, and it had been prophesied that two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve would save Narnia from the witch.
Naturally, Lucy's arrival caused panic among the witches allies. Lucy had met a faun named Mr. Tumnus and was at his house when the witch heard of her. Mr. Tumnus saved Lucy by sending her back where she came from.
Lucy returned again and visited Mr. Tumnus. However, her older brother Edmund followed her and unknowingly told the witch about Lucy and Mr. Tumnus, before going back to his home with Lucy.
Lucy and Edmund returned many weeks later, this time however they were accompanied by their older siblings, Peter and Susan. They discovered that Mr. Tumnus had been taken by the White Witch and instantly wished to go back home. However, they were found by Mr. Beaver who took them to his dam and he and his wife taught the children about Narnia and the prophecy. While doing this, Edmund left the house undetected and went to see the witch again. Once arriving at the witch's castle and telling her the location of his siblings, the Beaver's dam was attacked, forcing the remaining Pevensie children to follow the beavers.
The beavers took them to Aslan's Army where they were reunited with a remorseful Edmund.
Y/n and Caspian had heard of Aslan before but only in hushed whispers and rumours. When Doctor Cornelius said he was real, the children were shocked but not unbelieving.
They were told that Aslan met the Pevensies at the camp. At the camp, Aslan knighted Peter and made him a leader of the army. He also talked to Edmund about his mistake. When the White Witch arrived, Aslan sacrificed himself. Lucy and Susan stayed with Aslan's lifeless body while the army went to war the next day.
During the battle, Aslan was resurrected and together with Lucy and Susan, gathered reinforcements from the Witch's castle. She had frozen many of Aslan's allies.
With the arrival of the reinforcements, Aslan's Army won, with Aslan killing the White Witch.
After the battle, Aslan made the Pevensies into King's and Queens of Narnia; High King Peter the Magnificent, Queen Susan the Gentle, King Edmund the Just, and Queen Lucy the Valiant. They ruled for over a decade until they mysteriously disappeared starting the Dark Age.
Doctor Cornelius told these stories over many weeks. One night, Caspian asked the doctor a question.
"How do you know so much about a forbidden history?"
"My dear boy," Doctor Cornelius started. "My mother was a dwarf."
Y/n's mouth dropped open slightly as both the children's eyes went wide.
"D-does that-t mean-?" Y/n stuttered.
"Yes," Doctor Cornelius said to his daughter. "Dwarf blood runs in both our veins."
Y/n was shaking with shock so her father held her and reassured her that no one would know unless she wanted them too and it wouldn't change anything.
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Several months later, Doctor Cornelius trusted his daughter with the secret of his most prized possession.
"Y/n," he spoke after Caspian had left after one of his lessons. "I want to show you something."
He took her to the back of their room where his desk was. When they reached the desk, Doctor Cornelius took a case out and unlocked it.
"Do you remember when I told you of the Pevensies visit with Father Christmas?" She nodded. "Do you remember the gifts they received?"
She nodded again. "Lucy received a dagger and a healing cordial, Susan's got her bow and arrow set and a horn, and Peter got his sword, Rhindon, and a shield. Why do you ask Papa?"
He did not respond with words. Instead, he reached in the case and pulled out an item.
"Is that-" Y/n gasped, "Queen Susan's horn!"
"Yes," her father responded. "I found it on one of my many expeditions and assumed it was hers." Y/n watched the horn intently as her father held it. "After further research, I have determined it is indeed the horn of legend. I have kept it here because I felt a day would come when we need it, I still feel like that."
"And when you put this horn to your lips and blow it, then, wherever you are," Y/n quoted the story her father told her as she reached out and touched the horn," help of some kind will come to you."
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inkandpen22 · 4 years ago
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Otherworldly Kings and Queens (6/?)
Pairing: Peter Pevensie x Female!Reader / Prince Caspian x Female!Reader 
Warnings: none
Word Count: 2k
Part Summary: After calming down the river, Peter and Y/N return to the How to a distressing scene. Then, Y/N meets someone who seems awfully familiar. 
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Peter and I arrive back at the How hand-in-hand sometime after sunset. Spending the afternoon by the river with just us seemed to do him a lot of good. We talked for some periods, laid in the grass, and watched the clouds silently for others.  Simply being together in each other's presence was enough to bring peace of mind. 
"Hey Peter," Edmund waves his brother up to the top of the stone structure. 
The eldest Pevensie turns to me, "I'll be right back." 
"No, take your time," I assure him. "I think I'm going to go find your sisters and see if they're hungry." 
He offers me a soft smile and plants a quick peck on my forehead. "See you soon!" 
I watch as the blonde jogs off to join his brother. A content smile creeps up on my lips as I enter the How. Narnians of all sorts are gathered beneath the ground in the golden lit space. They continue working on their weapons and preparing for the battle to come. I hate the idea of battles and wars. There's a constant state of unsettlement leading up to them and all through it. If I could, I would stay in the plush, pillowy, grass under the spring sun all day with Peter. It would be just us in silence, nothing but the sound of birds chirping, the breeze, and rushing water. 
I don't find Susan and Lu in the main area, so I go check for them down the hall in the tomb. Instead, I'm met with three Narnians pressuring Caspian toward the alter. Between the two stone pillars is a sheet of ice with a white/shinny female reaching out. This isn't right. 
"Caspian, no!" I sprint toward them. 
While drawing my katana, I run up the cracked stone table. I dodge a werewolf on the way, slicing its cheek. I leap over the top and onto a dazed Caspian. He falls out of the circle in the dirt and I land in his place. By the hair, I'm yanked to my knees by Nikabrik.  
"Let me go!" I growl, clawing at his fist. 
"Address Her Majesty when you're in her presence!" A hag hisses beside me. 
"So protective," the woman in white comments from the sheet of ice in front of me. "You must be Y/N." 
Her smile is deceiving. She must be the White Witch Peter and the others warned me about. Peter had so many nightmares about her I recall. I witnessed one once when we spent the afternoon in the park. He fell asleep and woke up shaking. 
"Jadis?" I mutter, frightened. 
"I've heard of you too," she smiles lightly. Sweet Edmund mentioned you. Peter did as well. You're his beloved." 
"Beloved?" I question. 
"Oh, so you're not the 'High King Peter's' dear Queen?" She smirks, narrowing her gaze at me knowingly. 
Caspian comes to with a groan as he shifts on the dirt. My sight changes between Jadis and Caspian. 
"What does it matter to you?" I sass the witch. 
"Don't you wonder what it would be like for it to be the two of you ruling all of Narnia? To have a life together..." She insinuates. 
This afternoon comes to mind. The idea of us that way forever, always at peace. There would be no world with Germany. London would be a distant memory. 
I shake my head slowly at the woman, "but the other Pevensies, they-" 
"They would want it to be you and Peter," she assures sweetly. "It only makes sense, doesn't it? For the two young people who love one another to be together as King and Queen." 
"Y/N, don't listen to her," Caspian struggles to speak. 
The hag jabs him in the chest with her staff and he lays back forcibly. Switching my gaze back to Jadis, I instantly start to imagine that life. I can see it in her eyes. Peter and I would wake up each more in a rebuilt Cair Paravel, just as Peter described it. Narnia would free as he envisions it. He could show all of the different lands he's visited. 
"I can make your future with Peter brighter than you could ever imagine," Jadis describes. "You will be his Queen and you two will live a full life in Narnia." 
"My family..." I try to remind myself.  
I find myself gazing into her crystal eyes and seeing the future she describes. Peter and I would happy. He would smile and all of his worries would be gone. 
"They will know you'll be safe and happy here. All I need to make it possible is a drop of your blood," Jadis reaches out her fingertips to me. 
I rise up from my knees, starring into her eyes. Nikabik grabs my hand and sliced my palm. I hiss, holding it close to my chest. 
"My blood?" I whisper. 
"Just to seal the agreement. Just a drop daughter of Eve," she instructs. "A small fee for a life with the boy you're destined to be with forever." 
Her term 'daughter of Eve' snaps me back to reality slightly. I start to question her intentions again. 
"What would be the entirety of the arrangement?" 
"A drop of your blood, I become alive again, and I make the world a safe and better place for you two," she sells the offer so well. "A life, a warm and loving life with Peter..." 
Chills course over my skin. A life, the perfect one. Peace by the river, harmony in Narnia, each day with the boy who's always been in my life. He knows me better than anyone. 
All I can do is stare at Jadis as I raise my palm to her. 
"Y/N!" Peter's voice echos through the tomb.
I'm knocked to the floor onto Caspian with a grunt. I lay on the floor beside him in a weak daze. He moves me so my headrests in his lap. 
"Are you okay?" Caspian checks on me. 
"Peter Dear," I hear the witch mutters to Peter standing just feet away. "I've missed you." 
Caspian's face is blurry. There's more chatter in the room as my mind starts to get sorted. Slowly but surely, I start to recall all that just occurred.
"Lucy!" He shouts needily. He glances back down at me. "You'll be okay Y/N! She was hypnotizing you." 
"I'm sorry," I apologize breathlessly to the prince as he tries to help me. 
Lucy kneels next to me, across from Caspian. As he brushes his hand over my hair gently, she pours some of her healing liquid into my mouth. 
"It'll help you," she promises. 
 I start to remind myself that Jadis is evil and all of the horrible things she's done. Everything around me is a blur and I feel almost out of touch with reality. What she described, felt so real. 
Then, there's a shatter. Soon, Peter is then at my side, brushing my hair from my face. He takes me away from Caspian, moving me to rest against his chest. His arms keep me close to him. Edmund appears too, standing behind his brother and younger sister.  
"What did she say to you?" He asks urgently. 
"Nothing," I struggle to form the words. "She-" 
"She was going to make Y/N Queen. She offered her Narnia," Caspian announces at Peter, but loud enough for the entire room to hear. He rises to his feet, gripping the handle of his sword. "She offered her a life with you." 
"This is all your fault!" Peter barks at Caspian. "If you weren't so naive, this wouldn't have happened to Y/N!" 
"Peter!" Susan calls his name sharply. "Fighting won't fix this." 
"She knew me," I whisper as I begin to process everything fully with Lucy's serum. "She knew everything." 
I shiver at the thought and Peter wraps his arms around me tighter. 
"You're okay now," Peter comforts in my ear. 
"She's wicked," Edmund states sternly. 
"This is all my fault," Caspian swallows hard. 
I stare off at the morale of Aslan on the wall in front of me. The fire beneath him makes his eyes glow. I can practically feel the disappointment raiding from the massive lion. I've never made his acquaintance, but in my heart I know he wouldn't approve of my weakness. I was willing to give my blood to an evil witch in exchange for a lifetime guaranteed with Peter. I almost sold my soul to the devil practically. 
"She should rest," Susan suggests. 
"I'll take her," Peter agrees. 
With some help from Edmund, he picks me up. Caspian moves to help, but Peter offered him a warning glare. While carrying out of the tomb to down the hall where we sleep, I can feel the quick rate of Peter's heart in his chest. The sound and Lucy's serum makes me sleepy, I wonder if it's supposed to do that. 
"It appeared so nice..." I mutter against his chest. 
"What was that?" Peter voices and I can feel the vibration from him. 
"Can't you see it? Simple days and hours of peace," I yawn. 
As I drift off to sleep, I think I hear Peter say something, but it slips away into my unconscious. 
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The sound of waves of the river is the first thing I hear when I ease back into consciousness. I press my palms down on either side of me and feel plush grass blades between my fingers. My eyes flicker open to reveal bright golden sunlight. I can feel the warmth of the sun's rays seeping into my skin. I turn my head to the side, expecting to see Peter. Instead, I'm met with the large eyes of a lion. I scream and scoot back as far as I can manage until I hit a tree with a thud just feet away. 
"It's okay, Y/N," the lion voices calmly. 
I bring my knees to my chest comfortably and rest against the tree. A sense of contentment rushes over me at the sound of the lion speaking. His smile and knowing eyes ease my mind.
Aslan. 
"We've met before haven't we?" I ask as soon as it pops into my mind. 
He nods, "on many occasions. You simply know me by another name." 
“I’m dreaming,” I conclude. 
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean this isn’t real,” Aslan determines. 
"How come you've never shown yourself before?" 
The lion chuckles, "must I show myself for you to believe in me?" 
"No, I suppose not," I giggle. 
"Just because you don't see me, that doesn't mean I'm not with you, but you already knew that," he speaks wisely. 
It's strange, we've never met this way, but I swear I feel as though I'm speaking with an old friend. There's an immense calmness in his presence. 
"I'm sorry that I was tempted by Jadis," I apologize feeling terribly guilty. 
"You're human. There will always be temptations. The important part is that you didn't act on them," he assures. 
"Is it wrong that I considered it so I would have a life with Peter here in Narnia? I'm not even supposed to be here," I shrug. 
"Who told you that?" Aslan frowns. "Y/N, everything happens for a reason. You are meant to be here." 
"What possible purpose do I serve?" I snicker, mocking myself. 
"Only you can come to that conclusion," the lion instructs. 
My mind wonders to Caspian and Peter. Aslan would understand. He could give me real advice. He knows everything. Besides, I can talk to him. 
"Caspian and Peter, which-" 
"In all due time," he predicts what I'm going to ask. 
Then, his features shift as though he's heard something stirring in the woods around us. 
"You have something on your mind," I conclude. 
"You've always been perceptive," Aslan compliments with a light chuckle. "I've always liked that about you." 
"What is it?" I now act as a therapist to the lion. 
"There's something you'll have to do, but I believe you're ready," he announces as he shifts from his laid position to standing. 
"Well, aren't you going to tell me what it is?" 
"You'll see. For now, you're needed," he states steadily and starts to stroll away into the wood. 
"Needed? Where?" I frown as I watch Aslan walk away. 
What is happening? What do I have to do? He says that and then leaves? I have so many questions! 
"Y/N! Wake up!" A voice echoes around me. 
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raging-violets · 5 years ago
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Brielle – how does she feel about the Pevensies becoming kings/queens while she's a lady in waiting? How does she get along with Edmund and Lucy? Does she also leave Narnia permanently after PC? What's her relationship with Caspian like? In PC, how does she react to the attempt to revive Jadis? How did she meet the Pevensies? Does she initially believe Lucy about Narnia? Would she betray Peter to his face or behind his back? What pain/suffering has Peter caused for her?
How does she feel about the Pevensies becoming kings/queens while she's a lady in waiting? 
She loves it. They were the rightful ones that fulfilled the prophecy to eventually become the Kings and Queens of Old and she’s proud to be their friend, being by them while they grow to learn how to be the rightful kings and queens.
She was the one who told Susan she would learn and train to be her lady in waiting, the two had grown very close throughout their adventure during LWW and it made the most sense for Brielle to do so. Especially with how long they were in Narnia, not knowing if they’d ever return back to the real world, before chasing the White Stag.
How does she get along with Edmund and Lucy?
Edmund’s her good friend. He often goes to her for advice or at least just a listening ear, because she’s the only one who sits still long enough to really listen to him and his fears and worries of being a King after what he’s done to his siblings because of Jadis. They grow to be very fond of each other.
Brielle adores Lucy and often works as her lady-in-waiting for specific duties when there are things that Susan can handle on her own. They both take a lot of entertainment in teasing Susan about her potential feelings for Caspian and other things that may throw the more logical siblings off kilter.
Does she also leave Narnia permanently after PC?
The Night Witch is set directly after Prince Caspian, but before the Pevensies leave Narnia. So I’m basically throwing another story in before they would leave for Voyage of The Dawn Treader to take place.
What's her relationship with Caspian like?
She has a, sort of, close, relationship with Caspian. It’s more like they have a working relationship. She sends correspondence between Susan and Caspian in the forms of secret letters as well as helps Caspian out if he tries to understand the Pevensies a little bit more.
In PC, how does she react to the attempt to revive Jadis?
She’s actually not there when they try to revive Jadis, so has no reaction to it in person, but hearing about it later she’s a little scared and a little excited all at the same time.
How did she meet the Pevensies?
So, The Night Witch, is actually a re-write of my Narnia story Slipping Away that I wrote in...I believe it was, 2008? In SA Brielle was known as Reagan Johnson, who was abused by her dad, her mom was dead, and she was Australian. There was one really big part of that story that people loved that I had to bring over to The Night Witch and that’s how she meets the Pevensies. She was taking a bath at her house, ends up being pulled through the bottom of her bathtub, and winds up on the beach of Cair Paravel completely naked, where she runs into Peter, Susan, and Lucy. (Edmund had already deflected to Jadis’s side at this point). It’s a real interesting ‘meet cute’ for Peter and Brielle, that’s for sure.
Does she initially believe Lucy about Narnia?
The above portion answers that question. 
Would she betray Peter to his face or behind his back?
Her little attempts to harm him is all behind his back, but when she really goes in for the kill, she’ll betray him to his face. 
What pain/suffering has Peter caused for her?
Putting this under a read more for spoilers
All witches have a familiar, a spirit animal of sorts who empowers the witch and protects them. Brielle’s familiar was Maugrim, who Peter killed. Setting off a chain of events that makes Brielle weaker than she should be, and wanting to enact revenge against him because of how much she grew to love Maugrim and her relationship with him was cut short without a second thought from Peter.       
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pemulungaksara · 6 years ago
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Bedazzled 2
Summary: Regina White, daughter of Snow White enters Narnia to find an apple for her King, trying to win The Four Monarchs favor with her magical ability. Will the Pevensie bedazzled with her ability?
Author Notes: Setting in the golden age, around The Horse and His Boy time.
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Chapter 2
When morning came, the sun ascended from the infinite Great eastern. From Cair Paravel east wing, Regina could see training ground where Peter and Edmund sparred vigorously. The Blond King with his sword and shield matched with the Raven King and his double swords. Little further from them, the centaurs, fauns, dwarfs, followed their king's example. Swords, axes, and iron clubs clashed. They made beautiful yet terrifying harmony.
"So noisy, isn't it Lady Regina?" a small voice chirped.
Regina looked around her and found a black and white magpie on her window sill. She momentary forgot that she was in the land of talking animal. "A good kind of noisy. Good morning to you..."
"It's Rury, Lady. Good morn."
"Good morn, Rury."
"Queen Susan and Queen Lucy waiting for you in the great hall. Please follow me." Rury the magpie fled in her little wings and Regina happily followed.
Rury chirped and fled at the same time, Regina wondered how this little bird managed her breath. Thanks to Rury, Regina knew that Narnia in preparation of battle against the North Giant. The Giant broke the peace agreement and made chaos in the northern border. They cut ancient trees and committed the unforgivable law, ate the talking animals.
"Queen Susan, Queen Lucy, good morning." Regina greeted the queens. Susan, like Regina expected, was beautiful. Dark hair, brilliant blue eyes, paler skin than Lucy but not as pale as Edmund, and her smile so charming. There was a tint of seriousness in her presence, total opposite from Lucy's cheerful aura.
"Good morn, Lady Regina."
"Good morn, Gina. Lucy just fine, we are a team, right?"
Regina sat beside Lucy, "We are a team when we practicing and performing, Lucy. I can't call you informally anytime you like." Regina smiled at Lucy's pursed lips.
In front of Regina, laid a lot of breakfast choice. Salad, fruit, pancake, and toast. She wasn't sure where she must start. So she just followed Lucy's example, start with the fruit first.
"How is your sleep, Lady Regina?"
"Never been better, Queen Susan. It's a nice change than sleeping on the wood floor."
"You slept in the wood?"
Regina had not told Lucy about her travels from Swan Lake into Narnia. Actually, it was not interesting at all. Except you were a fan of walking in the woods, searching for the forgotten magical portal –all portal closed due to the last disaster, but it was a story for another time—. Then she stumbled into Terebinthia, a small island in the southeast of Narnia. The last part of the journey passed on a ship.
"Fortunately, a ship from Lone Island give me a lift." Regina finished her story.
"If we know you are coming, we will pick you up on our journey into Calormen next week."
"Don't you have a war to win, Queen Susan?"
"The one who breaks the treaty is Ettin's Crown Prince since Peter and Edmund already kill their king last year. We know the crown prince is not as strong as his father since half of their army wiped. Peter thinks he can handle him alone."
"Besides, Susan is impatient to meet her sweet Prince Rabadash." Lucy giggled.
"Shut up, Lu." Susan's glare couldn't hide her blushing face.
Regina didn't waste her chance to tease Susan. Maybe Lucy influenced her too much. "Hey, please tell me about this sweet Prince Rabadash."
"Not you too, Regina."
"Are the kings going to join us?" Regina motioned at the empty table's head and a seat beside Susan.
"Yes, they will soon. Better to eat as much as possible, Gina. They will empty all of these plates in no time."
Regina rethought her suggestion once more. She was not sure her participation will be welcomed. But there was nothing good coming from keeping her silence. "Actually, I have a proposal."
The Queens looked at rather her oddly. Regina couldn't step back now, she shot her idea.
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Edmund was ready to leap on his feet and yelled some sense to Susan. Yes, just Susan because she was the only one who could change her mind when a logical argument served. Peter seriously considered this dangerous idea and Lucy, oh hell, Lucy already a lost cause. Edmund could see her fascination over magic and the witch, Regina. Even General Oreius held Regina on a certain level of respect.
Edmund shook his irritation, "My dear sister, may you care to explain. Why copying White Witch Magic is a good idea? The Ettins attack us because Jadis abandoned them."
"The giant never invaded before because they were afraid of White Witch. If they know we have another witch like her, they will break down. Or hesitate to launch another attack."
"Besides, Regina can perform unbreakable vow. It will hold them back definitely."
Susan and Lucy already made their mind. There was no way Edmund could break this kind of alliance when he didn't have Peter's voice. He turned into Oreius, "General, did unbreakable vow is a kind of black magic?"
Oreius took a moment before answering, "As long as I know, an unbreakable vow is magic. Magic couldn't be specified into good or evil. Magic is a tool, like a sword, the only one can determine it is their wielder intention, Your Majesty."
Good, the wise centaur certainly not in Edmund's side.
"Well, we can consider—"
"No, definitely not." Edmund cut Peter before he made this suggestion official.
Peter sighed, they wasted two hours in this meeting just to argue about Regina's offer. "But her idea is good. It will save many of our people life, Ed."
"And I feel safer when Peter has more back up," Susan added.
"We can't trust her yet. It's not even been 48 hours since her arrival. What if she betrays you and joins the giant?"
"I will kill her in the first moment she turned her back. I promise." Peter flinched at his own suggestion. Even Susan and Lucy turned a shade paler.
Edmund knew Peter is the noblest person between the four of them. When Edmund heard him said something like that, it made Edmund uncomfortable and guilty. He didn't want his pure brother turned to be a cold-blooded murderer. "I hope I can go with you, Pete."
"We already through this, Ed. Susan needs you. I don't trust Prince Rabadash. You know which one is more important."
Peter, Edmund, and Susan did a three-way staring contest.
Susan was the first one who broke contact. "How about we call her first? Then you can ask any question you want. General, may you call her?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
 When Regina entered the war council room, Peter didn't waste another time to start asking. "Please explain how you are going to copy White Witch magic, Lady Regina."
"Potion, Your Majesty." Regina took one of her potion, a white marble glass, so small that Edmund needed to squint his eyes, and dropped it on the floor. In an instant, the floor covered in ice and the room's temperature dropped several degrees. "I can make more potion than you need."
"How—"
"Nitrogen, carbon dioxide, and magic," Regina explained the basic ingredient of her potion. "I can make flood, explosion, healing potion, poison."
Regina could go on and on, about her potion, the variation of it, the combination, the process, but she thought the war council won't be impressed.
"If the magic fails you what is your weapon choice, My Lady?" Orieus asked.
"Magic and brain are my strongest weapon. As long as I live, magic will never fail me, General." Edmund threw a skeptical look on Regina. "If the situations require me to flight, I can always count on my enchanted broomstick and my ninja art."
Before Edmund could make a snide comment, Regina dropped another potion. This one had a black color and released a suffocating black smoke. When the smoke dissipated, a bird fled out to the window and Regina wasn't in her place.
"I am not suicidal. I can assure you at that." Everyone except Oreius jumped on their seat while Regina materialized beside Lucy.
"Is this your first battle?" Edmund asked the oblivious question. It didn't matter how much useful her magic was if she had no experience. The frightful confusion, the noise, the blood –especially the giant's blood smell— could make anyone disoriented and careless.
"Actually, yes, Your Majesty." Regina heard Susan's gasp. "But I often joined spy mission or raiding party. In the fairy tale realm, men won't let women go into battle. It was a disgrace of their ego."
Lucy nearly laughed at Regina’s statement if Susan didn’t shoot her a warning look. She shook her head instead.
"Can I have a minute, Lady White?" Edmund looked over the closed door. He didn't want his family interrupted his interrogation.
"Sure, Your Majesty." Regina followed Edmund outside.
 They walked into an empty library. Edmund thought it was far enough from his curious family earshot. "Okay, Lady White. I am not going to beat around the bush. Why did you decide to help us? This was not your kingdom. It was not even your realm. We barely knew each other."
"King Owen already offered alliance for Narnia. Letting High King Peter charging battle without you or your sisters is somehow odd for me. So I offered my help. It's not like you won't do me a favor in the future. For example, the apple tree. I just trying to make the down payment, King Edmund," Regina stated her reason.
Edmund was very good at reading people emotion and intention. One time he discovered a spy from Calormen who pretended to be Lucy's suitor. The poor man and his group didn't even have their dinner when Edmund threw them into the dungeon.
His gut feeling told him there was something unsettling about Regina's green eyes, but she hadn't lied to him about her intention. "My family maybe trust you, Lady White. But I am not."
"You can have my head if I hurt him, Your Majesty," Regina said without hesitation.
"Even over a scratch?"
"Even over an intentional scratch."
"Swear it."
"Over what? Aslan?"
She was a non-believer, Edmund thought Aslan's name didn't matter for her. "Over your King."
"I swear, in the name King Owen of Swan Lake. I won't intentionally cause any harm to High King Peter of Narnia." Regina put her hand over her heart. "Satisfied?"
Edmund didn't miss the tint of annoyance in her voice. "Good."
 "Everything settled?" Peter asked when Edmund and Regina come back to the war council room.
"Yes." Edmund noticed that the ice doesn’t melt anytime soon but the temperature less chilled. It would be a mess when the ice started to thin.
"What do you need, Lady Regina?" since the battle plan was finished before they arguing, Susan jumped into accommodation.
"I need a storyteller, Queen Susan."
"Storyteller?" Peter puzzled over this random suggestion. The other bore the same confusion look, except Lucy whose eyes glinted.
"My magic is like a machine. It transforms magical source into another ability. Illusion, healing, transfiguration, potion, everything you want. The magical source may differ according to the magician. It could be moonlight, sunlight, sorrow, happiness, water, air, fire, plants. In my case, my magical source is a story."
"I could be the storyteller!" Lucy announced.
"No!" Her siblings declined at once.
"Come on. Peter and Regina are charging into battle. Susan and Edmund will be cruising into Calormen. All of you leave me alone here," Lucy sulked. "No offense to you, General," Lucy added when Orieus cast an amusing glance. This time, Oreius would be left behind.
Susan sighed. "We are not leaving you, Lu. You are needed here to guard Cair Paravel."
"Oh yeah, fun. I want to go with Peter."
"And leave our people vulnerable? I am sorry, Lucy."
"I can teach you to ride a flying broom, Queen Lucy. You can patrol in a more sophisticated way." Regina offered to cheer Lucy up. "It completely safe if Queen Lucy stay exactly two meters above the ground," Regina added before Susan's voice her concern.
"Back to logistic, you need a storyteller. Can we arrange Runebeard to assist Lady Regina?" Susan asked.
Edmund nodded, Runebeard was a decent storyteller. The dwarf also a very good archer, so no resource wasted.
"I don't need your battle plan, Your Majesty. Just tell me where, when, and what I need to do." Regina could sense Edmund hesitation.
"Position, time line, action, and storyteller. Anything else?"
"You don't suppose to find me white reindeer or polar bear to pull my chariot? Can Runebeard act as my general? And I absolutely need your acting skills, High King."
Upon hearing Regina, Lucy and Susan couldn't suppress their giggle. Everyone knew that Peter was a very bad liar. Acting? This couldn't get any weirder.
"I know there is a trap for me." Peter let out a very depressing sigh.
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The ball went well. Everybody got their food, wine, and music. Susan finally let out her worry and over thinking mind as she danced with Peter. Lucy's laughter filled the room as Edmund twirl her. Soon, all the dancing Narnian –faun, dryad, nymph, centaur, small talking beast—followed their monarch lead, dancing their heart out. The musician –dwarf, mouse, bird—played their instrument merrily. The rest –big talking beast—happily pitch in when they knew the lyrics and drank their wine when they don't. It was wonderful.
Before anyone could invite Regina to dance –or sing, God forbid it—, she slipped out of the room. She enjoyed the night wind kissing her cheeks and the sound of joy from afar. It was not like she hates a party, she just didn't want to participate. She felt a party is like a bonfire, you can enjoy it from distance but it would burn you when you get close.
Regina held her drink tighter when she sensed a presence behind her.
"Already running away, My Lady?" a deep voice came before her. A human voice, slightly deeper than the High King's voice.
Regina didn't need to turn away to identify the voice owner. "I just collecting some nerves before my performance, Your Majesty."
Edmund joined Regina at the balcony, sightseeing the half moon. "You don't drink it?" Edmund indicated at her full glass.
"Not a fan of wine." Regina held her glass over the moon, they could see the moon turned pink, "I just take it so no one will offer me any kind of drink."
"What a waste." Edmund snide.
"Then, will you drink it for me?" Regina challenged in a very sweet voice, almost like flirting. If flirting involved a stony face and death glare.
Edmund knew more than anyone in Narnia, don't accept food or drink from a stranger. Moreover a beverage from a witch, it could be poisoned or worse, enchanted. He learned his lesson in a rough way. Still, he was a man, a king, he won't back down to a challenge.
He took a slow dramatical sip while staring back at Regina. The red liquid tasted normal, as good as Narnia's watered wine –yes, it was watered. No one wants to have massive hungover before charging into a battle—. He didn't feel any strong urge to blurted out secret or unreasonable craving over wine. But he made a mental note to drink a gallon of water later, for prevention.
"Why don't you give it a taste?" Edmund offered Regina half of the glass. He knew it was inappropriate, but who cares? No one in sight going to scold him.
Regina copied Edmund and drown the wine. "Uh, not bad." She grimaced in disgust.
"Gina! Here you are!"
Lucy sudden appearance made Edmund aware of his distance. They were not improperly too close but just overstepped a little bit of personal bubble space. Maybe it was the wine, Edmund thought.
Regina breathed in as much as the air she could before Lucy dragged her into the Great Hall.
Lucy and Regina were retelling about The Battle of Beruna. Lucy narrated the story, her voice clear above the sound of faun's flute and dwarf's drum. Regina projected it in her bluish holograph illusion. Excitement and bravery reflected in all of Narnian's face. Edmund literally could see the fire in everyone eyes. The audience amused and inspired, mission accomplished.
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The anticipated day finally came. Peter and Narnia's soldier will be marching Northwest, directly into Ettinsmoor. While Regina, Runebeard, and Xati the panther will take the roundabout way through Frozen Lake—which is, thanks to Aslan, not frozen anymore—. They needed to plant Regina's apple tree first. At least, when the battle over, Regina could have an apple tree's sapling.
Susan and Lucy hug their brother and murmured a blessing in his ear.
Susan hugged her, "Lady Regina, please keep him alive."
"You can hit his head if he acts like a fool. You have my permission." It was Lucy's turn.
"Hey!" Peter stated his disagreement while Regina offered a small smile.
"Are you sure you don't want to take the cordial with you?" Lucy asked for the tenth time this morning.
"Thank you for the offer, Queen Lucy. But I think it's better in your hand. The cordial's magic answer to you. Not me. I will send the fastest eagle to fetch it if needed."
"I hope we don't need that."
"I agree. Send me an eagle too if you need reinforcement." Edmund offered.
"Will do, Ed."
"May Aslan between you and your enemy." Edmund squeezed his brother's arm.
"May Aslan, between you and danger. Farewell, brother."
"Farewell."
 TBC
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mylordshesacactus · 6 years ago
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Winter = Jadis, Part 3
So, springboarding off the foundations established in this post, because I have been informed that I am the Narnia expert:
I would only like to add
that Jadis’ rule is ended by the arrival of four children who never wanted any of this, and are only there because the youngest girl wanted to help. Because when she entered this world she was kind, and friendly, and...not naive, but idealistic in a way that had not yet quite been tested. 
Because something terrible happened to her friend, and she was told she might be able to stop it from happening again, and so she chose to stay and the others followed her lead out of respect; because she had always been right before, and they trusted her heart.
Their decision to stay and fight, and the weakening of Jadis’ power, is heralded by the coming of Spring.
I will also add that one of the children, in the beginning, betrays them.
Do I think any of Team RWBY are going to turn traitor? No, of course not, not remotely.
But the betrayal happened in large part...yes, because Edmund was a bit of a self-centered little shit in a way Weiss is not, but narratively speaking, broadly speaking:
They were betrayed because the betrayer didn’t really believe the White Witch was evil. He remembered only her kindness to him personally, in the past; haunted by pleasant memories, he was unable to accept reality. He chose to ignore the warning signs and believe her when she said she just wanted to meet his siblings; that, while obviously she would never care as much about them, she wanted to meet them and thought they could be very useful to her.
And, to himself, he also soothed his misgivings about telling the White Witch where his teammates siblings were by reminding himself that she's the authorities; not obeying her is breaking the law. And the people talking about how she's a tyrant are probably lying because they're bitter anyway...
But I’m sure none of that is relevant.
It’s not like Weiss has any blind spots where her sister’s behavior is concerned.
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scribeofmorpheus · 6 years ago
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The Just King’s Court Part I (Edmund Pevensie x OC)
A/N: So to celebrate reaching 200+ followers I’m posting the first chapter of my Narnia Fic. It will be a short series, probably less than 8 parts, we’ll see. The next chapters will be flashbacks chronicling the events that lead up to Meriel’s crowning. This series takes place within the Golden Age (1000-1015NT). Meriel and Edmund are both in their 20′s.
N.B: The reason Aslan gives Meriel the ultimatum is to motivate her to stay strong for her people and not lose faith because those who lose faith (or become non-believers in Aslan or Narnia) are unable to be affected by his magic i.e: Susan.
Song: Silhouette by Aquilo
Words: 3323
Warnings: None
OC Meriel of Archenland’s Moodboard:
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Narnia, 1015 NT, The Golden Age
In 1015, the four rulers of Narnia embarked on their hunt for the White Stag never to be seen again.
For many a moon, the kingdom mourned the loss of their Kings and Queens. Yet, not all hope was lost, for a single remnant of their prosperous rule remained, the wife of King Edmund the Just: Meriel the fair.
In their desperation to uphold the hard-earned peace that the Pevensie’s had secured -and to honour their legacy- the Narnians appointed her as their Stewardess, to lead them in place of the Sons and Daughters of Adam and Eve.
However, despite the Stewardesses resolve and conviction, there was little she could do to stop the ever-multiplying threats to Narnia from haling the nation into an age of darkness. An age that would be defined by infighting between the nobles of Narnia, the Tisrocs, the Calormen and finally, the loyal subjects of the original four rulers of Narnia.
The unrest was caused by contended succession to the throne in the light of the collapse of the Pevensie Court. Not much is known about the events that transpired within this chaotic age that lead to the decline of economic stability and social collapse, but one thing is certain: the reign of Princess Meriel the Fair, Stewardess of Narnia, Countess of the Western March and Shield Maiden of the Nobel Order of the Table was a troubled, albeit brief one.
But this here isn’t a tale of her shortcomings. No, this is a tale of how Meriel, a daughter of a blacksmith and apothecary; a woman of no title or nobility; a shieldmaiden of the Narnian army; came to win the heart of the dark-haired Just King. This is the tale of the origin of the Last Stewardess of Narnia.
~ Entry from ‘The History of the Dark Age: The Decline of Narnia.’
The last time Meriel remembered the throne room looking so lavish and elegant as it did was during the coronation ceremony of the four Pevensie rulers.
A newly freed prisoner from the White Witches castle, she had been another faceless spectator in the large crowd. All wide-eyed and full of hope, she had looked on in awe as Aslan himself had gifted the heroes of Narnia the titles of King and Queen.
Staring at the empty thrones now, she could almost picture them: young and bright-eyed; smiles upon their faces; victors of the 100-year war. It had been a joyous occasion.
Her coronation was anything but.
As the newly-greying fawn, Mr Tumnus placed the crown upon her low-hanging head, Meriel had instinctively looked up towards the four empty thrones expecting to see the bright smiles of Lucy and Susan, the prideful gaze of Peter and the loving dark eyes of her husband, Edmund -if she could even still call him that.
In that instant, she felt a dull ache begin to form in her heart when she realised they weren't there and for as long as she would live, they would never sit upon those thrones again.
The crowd had burst into an uproaring cheer and within the cluster of endless faces, she could spot several familiar dignitaries, knights and Narnians, bend the knee as she ascended the steps to take her seat on the furthest throne to the left -the throne of the Just King.
Despite the cheers, she knew not all the spectators had looked at her crowning with the same enthusiasm as some, this worried her slightly.
The Centaurs blew their trumpets clear and sharp as Mr Tumnus waved his white handkerchief in the air, "I give you, your rightful ruler, Princess Meriel the Fair, Stewardess of Narnia." He declared formally.
Meriel smiled and motioned for her subjects to rise. Soon the festivities began and Meriel used the ensuing chaos of all the merriment to sneak away.
***
Meriel sat alone by a window overlooking the sea, letting in light that danced along the walls, creating an opalescent effect in the grand library of Cair Paravel. The heavy curtains had been drawn back allowing the light from the glorious sunset to paint the room in magnificent colours.
The absence of artificial light in the library made the spectacle look magical. It would have been a beautiful setting, if not for the gloomy cloud that hung heavy upon the newly appointed Stewardess’s head. Meriel's reflection taunted her, she had tried hard to be the rock the people of Narnia needed, to be a constant in a wavering sea, but right now, as she looked upon her tear-stained face in all its solemn splendour, all she saw was a broken woman.
In the distance, the sounds of celebration could be heard. Her coronation felt nothing like a joyous occasion, but she knew the people needed a reprieve from the sadness and uncertainty that came with the disappearance of the royals. Meriel, on the other hand, had no strength to pretend. Her heart had been breaking day by day, and now in her solitude, she could finally let it show.
She let out a shriek in sorrow that threatened to rip the very walls apart, tossing her hollow crown to her feet as she slumped in defeat. Burying her face in her hands as the sobs took over her.
She wished she had known back then. Back when she and Ed were younger and possessed by young love. She wished she knew that what they had was finite. That the memories that once brought her comfort in times of uncertainties would turn into ash in her mouth every time she whispered his name.
Meriel wondered if things would have been different had she known her 'Forever and Always' had meant a little under five years. Would she have loved him more fiercely, more desperately if she had known her time with her king was so brief? Or would they have avoided the risk of heartbreak all together and denied themselves the happiness they found in each other?
Meriel didn't have the answers, but her mind kept constructing alternative choices to ponder over. It was maddening.
Feeling trapped, Meriel ran out of the library and began to the stables. She saddled Bastian and rode off in haste, leaving no time to change her garments or pick up her discarded crown from the stone floor of the library.
She didn’t care where or how far her ride with Bastian would take her, all she could think about in that moment was being free of every reminder she had of all the things that left her heart feeling empty and heavy.
***
Meriel disembarked from her trusty steed with grace. Her cloak trailed behind her like a magnificent cape, though it didn't do much to fight off the cold.
Her boots sunk into the deep snow, making it hard to walk normally and her dress began to gather moisture from the snow on its hem, sweeping mud along with it.
Bastian nudged her shoulder with his broad head, his way of telling her to be careful. She brushed her palm against his cheek in reassurance before tying his reigns to a low hanging branch. She needed to clear her head.
Meriel took a moment to look around and orientate herself. She needed to figure out where she was. Lantern Waste, Meriel had been here before, but only in passing -never seeing much reason to stay. It was well known for its mysterious lantern post that stayed forever lit.
She remembered how each of the Pevensie's had talked about it at one time or the other. Peter had talked of how it held a familiarity to it, Edmund always had bitter-sweet memories attached to it -it had been the place he had first encountered Jadis. Susan had mentioned on numerous occasion how the lamppost had been the earliest memory of Narnia she had and Lucy had always talked about how fondly she thought of Lantern Waste because it was the fateful meeting place of her and Mr Tumnus.
Meriel didn't know for certain what drove her here. Once she got onto Bastian and started galloping away from the merry crowds and loud festivities, she hadn't put any thought into where she was running to, only that she needed to get away from anything that reminded her of her loss.
Ironic, that she'd end up at the one place so deeply rooted in that loss.
When the four siblings had raced off to hunt the White Stag, Meriel fought against a deep knot in the pit of her stomach. She had felt unease all morning, so much so that before Edmund departed she made him promise to return to her and kissed him goodbye with more fervour than usual.
At the time she had chalked it up to the residual stress from the aftermath of the Archenland Conflict. When they hadn't arrived when expected of them, Meriel had paced the halls of the grand throne room in the hopes she would exert herself to stop her mind from racing. It wasn't until the horses -Philip included- had been recovered from the borders of Lantern Waste that Meriel's blood turned to ice as though the White Witch herself had placed a curse upon her. Her fears had been realised. On that day, the kings and queens of Narnia, those she called family, had disappeared.
A cold gust of wind blew against her, sending prickling feelings across her face from the cold, subsequently forcing her out of her memories. Meriel looked up at the direction the wind blew from and was surprised to see a dull light flickering in the distance.
Meriel waked towards it until it revealed itself to be the very lamppost the western area was named after. She placed her gloved hand on the cold steel of the post, as though merely touching it would make things right again. It didn't.
She closed her eyes, let out a sigh and whispered a silent prayer that she would awaken tomorrow and all that had happened would be nothing more than a long and distant nightmare.
"This isn't a dream," a majestic, wise voice spoke from behind her. Meriel didn't bother turning to see whom it belonged to, it was unmistakable. It was the voice of the Great Lion, Aslan.
Meriel suddenly remembered an old phrase Peter used to say when fate would deliver them to places of convenience at the 11th hour.
"When Aslan summons, you answer his call, even when the call cannot be heard," she parroted Peter's words and let out a pained laugh, "I should have known you would be waiting for me."
Aslan gave an all-knowing sigh, "It suits you."
Meriel glanced towards him for the first time, confusion apparent on her features. Aslan's eyes gestured to the fine robes and garments she wore for her coronation -those gifted to a queen.
She looked down at her elegant dress, hating everything the sequin red and gold accented attire represented.
"I never wanted to rule," she said in contempt.
"And yet, you wed a King." She knew he meant for it to point out the irony in her argument, but for some reason, she couldn't help feel that his words came off a little condescending.
"A king who ruled beside three others," She said in her defence.
Aslan's eyes held their soft conviction as he looked at her with pity. He had never wanted this for her, he had tried to spare her such pain, but love was something, not even he had the power to stand between.
"But a king nonetheless," He reminded her again.
Meriel opened her mouth to say something to refute his words but her mouth closed after a minute of silence passed and her eyes took on the look of pained recognition.
"A king nonetheless..." she agreed, keeping her eyes downcast.
She began to stifle against the tears that threatened to re-emerge, she had never felt so alone, so aimless.
How was she supposed to lead when all she ever did was follow? She was a warrior first and foremost, not a diplomat. Her battles were waged on bloodied fields, not in royal courts.
She didn't have the demanding presence and charisma of High King Peter; she wasn't as graceful or book smart as Queen Susan the Gentle; she didn't have the quiet resolve and wisdom of King Edmund the Just; she didn't have unwavering faith and kindness as Queen Lucy the Valiant.
She was simply Meriel, the daughter of a blacksmith and apothecary, a low born of Archenland. Even to her own people, she would never be considered of proper standing to be a member of the noble houses, much less a Stewardess of Narnia.
Finally, after many passing moments of silence, Meriel found the will to speak again, "Why… Why did you take him from me?"
Aslan looked behind him, to the retreating sunset being overcome by a dark night sky, Meriel followed his gaze.
"All things have their time, all things must come to an end. It is simply the natural order of things."
"It was too soon. I… We barely got to have our 'forever'."
"There is always a price to pay for our choices," He lectured, "Instead of focusing on all the time you could have spent together, focus on all the good things that came of your time together and let it be your strength."
Meriel let out a shaky breath. Aslan's words, though inspiring, had shown Meriel just how blind she had been. She had only focused on the pain and the loss, she never bothered to think those same memories that haunted her now would one day give her strength.
"I don't know if I can do this, I don't think I'm strong enough," Meriel confessed.
A low chuckle filled the air, "This coming from one of the most respected warriors of Narnia?"
"Battlefields are easier. I had him to guide me, I wasn't plagued by doubts."
"So, your only choice is to give up?" Aslan had a point. Meriel was all the people had, she couldn't stay this heartbroken shell of a woman forever.
"I cannot abandon Narnia. I will not... even if you did." A flash of guilt shone in the Great Lion's eyes, it had disappeared almost as instantly as it had appeared, but Meriel's war nurtured keen senses had noticed his reaction.
She had hurt him. The truth hurts, as they say, and Meriel was tired of playing defence, "They may not know it, but I do-" she pointed to the castle that was lit by fireworks. “You lead them away. You took them from us… from me. I don't know how, but I know that you are the only one that could."
Aslan walked passed her, his large paws leaving deep prints behind them, "Do you know why I summoned you here?" He looked up at the lamp-post.
"I'd be lying if I said I did."
"Do you know what this is?"
"The lamppost marks the border of Narnia, does it not?" Meriel was uncertain as to where this conversation was going.
"That is its simpler purpose, yes. It has another purpose, however. This lamppost marks one of the few openings where the veil is thinnest."
"Veil to what?"
"To where. There are worlds beyond our own. One such world is that of your beloved Edmund."
Meriel's heart stopped. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had always known the Pevensie's were not native to Narnia, but she always assumed they crossed the great sea or travelled great distances across an arid desert. Never in her imagination had she thought they came from a separate world altogether.
She placed a hand on her breast for fear her heart had stopped beating, to her surprise it still was. And now she knew for certain her lover was still alive, somewhere, without her.
"He's alive? And Lucy and Susan and Peter?" Meriel's voice came out shaky, she didn't bother hiding the shock from her face.
Aslan didn't seem to pay her much attention and continued on like he hadn't just shaken the very foundation of Meriel's beliefs, "They all are and they may yet return, when they are needed most."
"Are you saying there is a way I can see them again?" Hope filled the cold air around them and for a moment Meriel had completely forgotten the cold biting at her cheeks as they flushed rosy with life again. It was like her youth had been returned to her and her body began to glow with jubilation.
"Yes, but not in the manner you imagine. If you were to be reunited with them now, it would bring you only further misery."
And with his wise, detached words, Meriel felt that same glimmer of hope begin to wane.
"What is worse than living a life, a life you swore to lead with another, alone? Or rule a kingdom without the ones you swore to rule beside?" She almost screamed the words, but her hands began to shake, so did her composure.
Meriel was losing her will.
"Time. If you are united with the Pevensie's now, you will be forced to be apart because of time."
"I do not understand."
"It is a complicated matter."
Meriel laughed a sadistic laugh and ran a rough hand through her raven hair, "Then, did you bring me here to crush whatever small piece of hope I had left. If so, you have succeeded."
Having lost all patience, she began to make her way back to Bastian before Aslan's words stopped her dead in her tracks.
"I am not as cruel as you make me out to be. I brought you here to make you an offer."
Not bothering to turn back, Meriel kept her eyes glued to the horizon, "I am listening."
"If you promise to rule over this kingdom in the absence of the Kings and Queens that came before, wholeheartedly and fairly. If you promise to keep the peace, no matter how fragile it may be, I will unite you with your beloved once more."
"But?"
"But, if you waver or give in to the sadness that resides in your heart, I will be unable to bring you together again."
"How long?" Meriel whispered, "How long would I have to endure this loneliness for?"
"One Year."
"A year?" She breathed out. To most a year was a short span of time, but perception is everything.
Sorrow had a way of making the days last longer and the lonely nights longer still. It had only been two months since the Pevensie's had disappeared and to her, it felt like years.
Her coronation was still in the middle of celebrations but the memory of the woman who was gifted the crown and a new title seemed old, like a tale told to her by her father even though it had happened to her mere hours ago.
Meriel would have to fight tooth and nail to keep her seat on the throne and to keep from drowning in despair for a year. If that was what she needed to do to see him again, then she would fight like the revered warrior she was. She had no choice.
"I accept." Her words were confident and so was her walk back to Bastian, but her heart was left exposed. No armour, no shield. Her heart was indefensible, for now, the only thing that kept it beating was that ever waning glimmer of hope. She prayed it would hold out for one more winter.
One more year.
~End of Part I
~Part II
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seize-the-droid · 6 years ago
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elias montgomery & eleanor crawford?
Sorry it took me so long to answer this! It took a lot of thinking on my part.
Full Name: Elias Daniel Montgomery
Gender and Sexuality: Male, Pansexual
Pronouns: He/Him
Ethnicity/Species: Caucasian, American (He’s a southern grown American boy)
Birthplace and Birthdate: July 24th in a small farming town in Georgia.
Guilty Pleasures: 90s Boy Bands (Backstreet Boys, New Kids on the Block, NSYNC, Boyz 2 Men, ALL OF THEM), binge watching This Is Us (Sunshine got him hooked).
Phobias: His friends and family being killed, having his family disown him, dying overseas.
What They Would Be Famous For: The most positive damn marine to ever live.
What They Would Get Arrested For: The most that Eli would get arrested for is a bar fight or something like that. Nothing too extreme.
OC You Ship Them With: Sunshine (and an OT3 with sunshine x eli x jay).
OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Logan Holloway (I haven’t posted much about him, but Logan is a dick).
Favorite Movie / Book Genre: Eli’s enjoys watching action comedy movies and he loves reading psychological thrillers.
Least Favorite Movie / Book Cliche: Eli can’t stand the ‘Gas is always endless whenever there’s a car chase’ cliche. Every time he watches a movie with an extended car chase, he ends up venting about how impractical it is that the gas tank is full and could keep up with a stupid long car chase.
Talents and/or Powers: He’s skilled with a gun and hand-to-hand combat. He’s an 8-year marine, so he’s got a lot of military experience.
Why Someone Might Love Them: Eli is a literal sunshine boy. He loves almost anyone and everyone. He’s one of the nicest guys you’ll ever meet.
Why Someone Might Hate Them: He can be a little too positive and optimistic… to the point where you want to punch him in the face sometimes because it’s sickening.
How They Change: Throughout the journey he has with Sunshine, he ends up dialing back his optimism. Seeing what she has gone through kinda showed him that not everything is sunshine (no pun intended) and rainbows. He’s less naive in that way.
Why You Love Them: Because he is my one and only tall, curly-haired, sunshine boy. I love him with ALL OF MY HEART.
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Full Name: Eleanor Margaret Crawford
Gender and Sexuality: Female, Heterosexual
Pronouns: She/Her
Ethnicity / Species: Caucasian, English
Birthplace and Birthdate: December 22nd in Finchley, England.
Guilty Pleasures: binge reading every mystery book series, eating a whole pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream
Phobias: losing her family, heights, failure, wolves, being forgotten or ignored, death, Jadis resurrecting.
What They Would Be Famous For: Cursing out a pompous royal.
What They Would Get Arrested For: Most likely for stabbing a man.
OC You Ship Them With: I don’t have another OC I ship her with. I usually ship her with Edmund. But Charlie x Eleanor are my BROTP.
OC Most Likely To Murder Them: I feel like out of all of my OCs, I think Winifred (an Original Story / Vikings OC) would murder Eleanor. Both are skilled warriors, but Winifred is an angrier and more aggressive fighter. She would be able to take down Eleanor.
Favorite Movie / Book Genre: Eleanor LOVES mysteries.
Least Favorite Movie / Book Cliche: Eleanor can’t stand the ‘Women always have to be rescued by the hero, even if they’re champion/expert this or that’ cliche. She’s a firm believer in women being able to handle themselves (it’s also BS because she rescues Edmund’s butt all the time).
Talents and/or Powers: Master swordsman, throwing knives, hand to hand combat, persuasion, verbally defending herself, etc.
Why Someone Might Love Them: Eleanor is a fierce and loyal knight. Plus she’s a passionate ruler. She doesn’t take any BS and people admire her for that.
Why Someone Might Hate Them: She’s stubborn and can be hot-headed when provoked. That can cause some confrontation with certain people.
How They Change: Eleanor was a shy girl when she first arrived in Narnia, but as time went on she grew into a confident and passionate woman.
Why You Love Them: She’s one of the only ‘royal’ OCs I have. There’s just something about Eleanor that makes me happy. She’s a badass and an elegant queen all at the same time.
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barbika1508 · 7 years ago
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Hidden agendas (Peter Pevensie x Reader/ Slight Angst)
Word Count:  3,8k
Type: Drabble, Modern AU
Genre: Fluff, Friendship, Bit of angst
Pairing: Peter Pevensie x Reader, Lucy Pevensie x Reader(Friendship)
Authors note/ Summary(Kinda): This is another type of fic I’ve wrote a year ago and it has been left unfinished as it has been sitting in a folder somewhere. So, I decided to post some parts as again, I got missing bits in between. I think my idea back then was that Y/N was related to the royalty of Narnia, the previous kings and queens before the Pevensie’s and Jadis (The long winter in this story lasts 10 years), and she was summoned to Narnia by the letter that her late parents sealed for 21 years. So, she turns into a princess overnight with a choice to become a queen. And this is the period in between, of her getting to know Narnia and her developing relationship with the Pevensie’s…I guess…something along these lines.
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 ‘’Do you need that alarm clock?’’
‘’What?’’
‘’That one, the red simple one.’’
‘’Am…not in particular it was a gift.’’
‘’It doesn’t work.’’
‘’Yeah, Ed took out the batteries and suspicious looking “gadgets”. It’s from a country we’re not on a friend level with, and getting something simple as this for a gift, it leads into suspicion.’’ Lucy explains rotating the small square simple alarm clock in between her delicate fingers.
‘’Welllllll…your brother is in the right mind for precautions. Despite how annoying he might appear to you at those moments. Or others.’’ I smirk by the end of my sentence to which she shakes her head but still looks amused but makes her way across the room to me.
‘’Here, it’s junk either way. Like most of the stuff in my room.’’ She hands me over the small device and lets out a deep sigh, turning ahead and starts to approach her bed once more.
‘’Those are not your words.’’ I point out, eyes trained onto the clock as I spin around on her desk chair, to her desk. But I take a moment and glance up at her, as she sits onto the middle and edge of her bed, now the big lights turned off, and the camera momentarily turned off as well. She smirks but tiredly.
‘’They are starting to become.’’ She says as she picks up the few piece of papers that hold the script she wrote for herself. Not only is Lucy the youngest of the Pevensie’s and a Queen running a whole country at the age of 17 but she’s also a youtuber. Popular one too.
‘’Your sister can be a pain in the ass do you know that?!’’ I point out turning forward to the many screws and small wires that I’ve displayed over the clean and clear table that I’ve messed up and created chaos upon. Lucy chuckles while I feel her eyes on me, as I unscrew the small screws in the gift given alarm clock.
‘’What makes you say that?’’ she dares me instead to which I shrug.
‘’She’s controlling.’’ I reply ‘’Too much if you ask me. If I was in your shoes…well then…’’ I click my tongue pulling off the mainframe from the device. Edmund did a good job on pulling out the main power source from it.
‘’Then it’s a good thing you’re not in my shoes.’’ She says ‘’Not yet at least.’’ She adds to which I glance up at her. But she’s smirking at me, the gentle and genuine smile that she always offers me. Unlike most of the royal family, and counselors. I smirk mischievously instead shaking my head as I look up and start to remove pieces of the alarm clock by hand.
‘’What do you think my decision will be?’’ I ask her honestly. And then silence settles. Which I’ve expected. By the time I’m done remodeling the alarm clock, she speaks up.
‘’You’ll stay.’’ She says to which I glance up at her standing up and flattening the front of her dress as she stalks forward ‘’I know you love Narnia. I know it means a lot to you, I know you relate to certain things. Even remember some from when you were younger.’’ I raise an eyebrow up at her to which she nods as she stops on the edge of the white table and looks at the many pieces ‘’I’ve seen you listen to a song once and then singing it already in the next time around of listening it.’’
‘’What if I have excellent memory, or how do you know that I just don’t calculate the estimated words that would appear in the song?’’ I raise both eyebrows at her but she laughs instead shaking her head, which causes her long hair to fall around her face, before she tilts her head looking up at me.
‘’I do consider you a close friend Y/N. Please don’t doubt me.’’ She says now to which I laugh and look at her shyly.
‘’Aw Lu.’’ I reply, raising my hand up ‘’High Five for friendship!’’ I exclaim. She rolls her eyes at me but chuckles and meets my hand ‘’Oh yeah.’’ I add on and turn forward to the wires that I’m braiding together.
‘’I do hope you will stay.’’ She breaks another moment of silence, which makes my head snap up.
‘’Why? So far you’re the only one tolerating me.’’ I add her face turning sadder but the smile remains on her face.
‘’You know by know how my brothers and sister are. And you’re an artist and all Y/N so try to think out of the box a bit. If not try.’’ With that she turns around and walks to her set up, now turning on the lights and camera. Think outside of the box?
I frown slightly as I look across the many pieces on the table.
‘’Can you look if the camera is focused?’’ Lucy calls preventing me from falling into a brainstorm about her words. I nod turning around and tangling my legs together I almost fall forward, but only stumble. She laughs amusedly from across her room, settled on her bed, as I shake my head and smile at myself as I walk to the camera. A few moments alter and press of a few buttons she’s focused on the screen. I press play and place my pointing finger over my mouth, then give her a thumbs up as I back away, my bare feet not making any noise as most of her floor is carpeted.
But sitting down, the chair squeaks making me frown. But Lucy only laughs instead eyes focused on me, as I turn around and hunch myself closer to the table as she grins widely. I reach for my headphones and place them over my head. Another thumbs up she mimics me to which I show her my tongue while she still giggling turns to the camera instead. Music starts playing through the headphones dulling out the sounds in the background as I get to work.
My mind travels down, into the work I’m making, my fingers moving faster that my train of process but I’m used to it. I know what I’m doing. It’s fun. This is like I’m building a puzzle. I imagine it as a puzzle. Which makes it all the more fun, when piece after piece it falls together.
I don’t even know how much time passes but when a cool breeze hits the back of my neck, I shake my shoulders hating the weird cool shiver that runs up and down my spine, it causes my concentration to break. I hate the feeling following because it’s a feeling like I’ve just woken up. I examine the half finishes chip I’ve assembled. Looking up I immediately notice the extra person in the room. I turn around to see the blonde High King with a smirk watching his sister as she talks into the camera. He’s in simple sweats today, a simple t-shirt.
His eyes dart to me, the smile slightly disappearing from his lips. I don’t give him another minute of my time and turn forward instead. Glancing towards Lucy she’s grinning widely as she shrugs at the camera, looking adorable. I can’t help but to smile. With that I know my concentration is messed up for now as he entered the room. We haven’t seen each other properly since the argument a week ago. I’ve saw him and the girl passing, my room and I’ve stumbled on them leaving a trail of clothes in their wake in the middle of the night. I was hungry. Doesn’t explain why he turned on me suddenly stopped talking and started to hold up a cold demander.
So, now I start to pick up all the small pieces and throw them into the trash bin that I pulled to the chair, in between my legs. Its effective like this the pieces don’t go nearly everywhere. Finishing up I lower my headphones down the music automatically lowering down until it stops playing. I glance up at Lucy again that’s saying her outro, but I feel the High King now close behind me, his curiosity or cautiousness brining him here.
I push the almost finished chip and Lucy’s old camera to the side, ready for me to tinker with them next time. The alarm clock is already working thanks to me, no spying gear on sight.
‘’…see you next time. Byeeee!!!’’ she greets happily as I turn forward and give Peter a stare as he’s looking suddenly like he’s being caught. But I quickly look at Lucy and get up walking towards the camera. She gives me a nod as I press the button, stopping the recording.
‘’By the sound of the outro, a job well done.’’ I state smirking as she jumps to her feet.
‘’Yeah I think I did good today.’’ She grins and turns back ‘’What do you think Pete?’’ she asks as she walks and stands next to me. I don’t waste my time, and put distance between us, pretending to get busy with turning off the giant lights that actually warmed up the whole room.
‘’From what I’ve seen it’s going to be amazing Lu. Good job.’’ He praises her to which she grins ear to ear but then turns to look at me.
‘’The software is uploaded and ready for you, so you can give it a try.’’ I say turning off the last light and turn to her completely ignoring her older brother, his eyes burning holes into me ‘’I set up also a tutorial so you won’t get lost. If you need anything, text or call me.’’
‘’What, where are you going?’’ she frowns while I pull my phone out of my pocket and just on time my uncle is calling me, to which I show her my screen and she immediately nods
‘’Business meeting.’’ I point out smirking but look down at myself. I’m wearing a simple iron man shirt and some sweats ‘’Yeah damn, I need to change.’’ I frown to which Lucy giggles and rushes past me and Peter who has a small smirk on his face.
‘’Good thing you have me.’’ Lucy points out marching into her walking closet, while I quickly write down a message to my uncle telling him I’ll be 5 minutes late.
‘’Company meeting?’’ Peter asks me as Lucy’s yelling is muffled from the other room. I nod my head furrowing my brows ‘’You know we have conference rooms, that you could use.’’ He points out standing there with his arms crossed while I lock my phone and look at him, neutrally.
‘’Yeah Lucy offered already.’’ I reply neutrally and turn forward to Lucy that rushes out, holding a blazer and a fancy white blouse ‘’That looks expensive!’’ I point out raising my hands up in defense but she pushes the two piece of cloth right into my hands and pushes me gently, stepping behind me and properly uses some force.
‘’You’ll be great; I’ll stop by later to check on you.’’ She rambles and opens the door for me.
‘’Lu it’s not really necessary…’’ I start but we’re already out of her room.
‘’Knock them dead Y/N!’’ she exclaims giving me a half hug before she giggles, and waves and then rushes back to her room, closing the doors behind me. I shake my head and look down at the clothes, and think of how ridiculous this girl is. Until my phone rings; then I’m rushing like crazy forward instead the previous moments monetarily forgotten.
Peter’s P.O.V.
‘’…by the power invested in me by Aslan, I…’’ the giggles coming from the video keep on interrupting and breaking my concentration. My fingers continue to write forward, but my eyes dart to my side and the other laptop. I can see both girls my sister and Y/N laughing like crazy, before my sister disappears from the frame and the older girl remains sitting there, eyes focused away at something behind the camera.
Lucy giggles next to me, making me roll my eyes as I sigh and stop typing and turn to her laptop now curiously watching the girl on the screen, pulling ridiculous faces at the camera, while Lucy is dying from laughter behind the camera and next to me. She pulls her headphones out so the sound is clearer which makes me look at her.
‘’I never knew Y/N could be this funny. She’s funny we know that but she has that comedy streak.’’ Lu explains as we watch the said girl trying to make a certain pose on the edge of the bed but then, her hand slips and she goes tumbling to the ground accidentally. This time we both laugh as well as Lucy did back on the video with small giggles leaving Y/N’s mouth.
‘’Funny or clumsy?’’ I say when we calm down and see the girl picking herself up, but lie down across the bed sprawled comfortably her eyes darting up towards the half of the glass roof that’s above us.
‘’Both.’’ Lu says sighing as we watch on the video Lu joining the girl, and start explaining the legend of the lion, that she has in the glass roof. I don’t pay much attention as I know the story by heart, and it’s one of my favorite ones. I watch Y/N instead that’s listening to it. Her face just lights up, and every time before she tells a joke she gets extra giddy about it, then pleased when she manages to make Lucy laugh.
‘’You like her don’t you?’’ Lucy suddenly states which makes me jump a bit as I look up at her fond expression.
‘’What?’’ I ask a bit with too much rush and sharpness ‘’No I don’t!’’ I add but even I hear the obvious high pitch in my tone and the obvious denial. I sigh after my words as she giggles, while I sag back against the headboard and lean sideways laying my head onto her shoulder, while she reaches for my hand and pats it.
‘’There, there big brother, maybe one day you’ll grow up actually.’’ She teases me to which I roll my eyes, and pinch her side making her squeal.
‘’You’re the one who needs to grow up.’’ I snap back playfully but her smirk turns smug as I think quickly and recap the words that just left my mouth ‘’No don’t never grow up you hear me?!’’ I exclaim to which she only breaks into a fit of laughter and lies sideways resting her head onto my lap as I pushed my laptop to the side of the big queen size bed, that she sleeps in. I can’t help but to smile down, and rest my hand on top of her head a she calms down her matching blue eyes looking up at me, as I settle back comfortably against the headboard.
‘’I still don’t know why you’re going along with Susan with this whole…things. It’s stupid.’’ She states while I pick up her laptop and place it down onto my knees.
‘’Because she is right. We need to be logical about this.’’ I reply the words coming now easier to my mouth as I’ve repeated them multiple times. But I can’t hide the irritation before my sister, that is growing inside me every time this theme comes along. She snorts rolling her eyes and turns forward to her computer, deciding to ignore me.
‘’By doing so you appear very cold as well. Douche-y.’’ she states to which I raise an eyebrow as the last term I know from who it originally is.
‘’Douche-y?’’ I ask her as she makes herself comfortable letting the video play, while she doesn’t want to look at me. That much she’s stating obviously.
‘’You heard me.’’ She replies and falls silent. I frown to myself knowing if I press this matter further she will get angrier and defensive. She has made up her mind about Y/N that much she made clear already when Susan stated and warned us to stay away from her. Which Lucy didn’t and they’ve became closer despite Susan’s tactic to keep Lu as busy as she could. Our younger sister is very resourceful, and went up against worse “enemies” than our sister. And me.
But on one hand I can’t help but to agree with Lu.
I know myself enough to admit that I like the strange girl with a mysterious past that happens to be related to the real royalty of Narnia. The true heir. She’s smart, well a genius to be precise which makes her at times wacky but in a good way. She’s brutally honest most of the time I’ve discovered myself. We did talk a lot when we hung out together. She’s a nice girl that has seen hell in her life. We aren’t so much alike from her. But my sister doesn’t see it that way.
And yet I know her logic is in the right place, this whole ‘true heir thing’ just came out of nowhere. So, did Y/N. It’s not her fault that’s obvious, nothing of this is her fault and she doesn’t deserve it. I know that. Lucy knows it better than any of us. She believes in Aslan and she believes in his Y/N honesty despite knowing her only for 5 months. But lots can change during that kind of time. A lot changed in a week too.
And it was my fault. This whole thing…I hold some of the blame in this whole situation. Which its eating me alive at time. Especially these past few days, whenever Y/N she stumbles upon me and…
I don’t know what drove me to act this way. To call up Madeline just like that after I’ve broke everything between us. The girl is delusional till a point. But I’ve been acting even more since the day Susan told us off and made an order. I’m blindly following a cause I don’t believe in for a second. It’s not fair not to myself let alone to Y/N.
My phone brings me back from my thoughts, making me look sideways and the screen, Madeline’s name flashing on the screen. I notice Lu glancing at it and with a disgusted expression for a moment she gets up and sits by herself taking her laptop back while I pick up my phone and just turn it off.
‘’Aren’t you going answer it?’’ Lucy asks showing me her back, as I fall to my side, and wrap am arm around her while with the other I prop my head and look up at her despite her refusal to look at me.
‘’I’m spending time with my favorite sister. No one is allowed to interrupt it.’’ I reply, earning myself a glance from her.
‘’If you have work to do, don’t let me interrupt you.’’ She states which breaks my heart even more. She’d never says something like this in the past. Because whenever I took my time or she arranged for our schedules to align, our time together was precious. She’d get very angry at whoever interrupted us for any small detail. It was always funny to see her fuming over someone just asking if we needed anything. But now it was the complete opposite. It was as if she didn’t want to spend time with me anymore. Like I’ve offender her.
‘’I’ve cleared my schedule, I’m here to help you edit. You know the usual.’’ I say but she stands up from the bed instead.
‘’I’m fine Peter don’t need your help.’’ She stalks over to her table instead leaving me just sitting in her bed.
‘’What did I do?’’ I ask going straight to the point now getting irritated at her behavior ‘’You don’t even want to look at me!’’
Now she turns around jaw clenching. She is mad ‘’That’s a very stupid question right there.’’ She snaps at me ‘’You’re a jerk. You’ve been acting like a complete jerk some time now. And it’s not fair!’’
‘’I’m the same as always!’’ I point out glaring back at her, as she shakes her head.
‘’You’ve all been acting like jerks not just you, but you’ve been the biggest one jet! Susan at least ignores her, Edmund is over analyzing her, and she’s only a human while you…’’ she points her finger at me standing up from her chair at the table ‘’You’re playing with her heart with her emotions which is very low, coming from you.’’
‘’I’m not playing with her emotions! She doesn’t even like me Lucy! If she would she’d be a crying mess by, because she caught me and Madeline. She doesn’t care.’’ Her eyes widen at me, before the blue in them turns ice cold.
‘’Not everyone shows they’re emotions so freely like some Peter. She doesn’t need to cry to show she’s hurt you idiot!’’ she shakes her head, hands in fists as she’s shaking with rage ‘’We’ve been through a lot, you are the only one that know what it’s like to have to hold back your fears and emotions. Not to cry in front of anyone! What makes you think it’s any different for her?!’’ she points out in which her words click in my mind ‘’She’s here in a foreign land for the first time in her life, with strangers surrounding her 24/7. She doesn’t know what we want from her, she doesn’t know her past or Aslan. Her picture of him is not all that sprinkled in flowers and smiles like ours is. And yet she is doing her best to stay strong to simply smile back and be polite!’’
She rants walking up and down ‘’And you three are being jerks for bringing her down. She’s hurting alright?! She doesn’t have to say anything or cry for me to know that she’s hurting bad. Just like I know you like her, because you still do she likes you okay?! I know for a fact she doesn’t go around and admit that to whoever.’’
She pauses and takes a deep breath ‘’Now if you please I have work to do.’’ With that she shows me her back and goes back to sit on her table.
‘’Lu.’’ I say wanting to defend myself back but she puts her headphones on instead ‘’Lucy!’’ I call but she ignores me, glaring at the screen as she taps the mouse in an angry manner. I sigh as I fall back onto the bed, watching my sister angrily continue and do her thing, while I feel like the biggest piece of shit for the moment.
I know everything she said, she is right about. Which makes this all much worse. I need to fix this.
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evangeline-perry · 7 years ago
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narnia: Peter x OC: part 10
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Me and Peter came out of our tent, and Lucy and Susan came out of theirs. We saw Aslan and Edmund stand on a rock, talking. ‘Edmund!’ Lucy cheered as she started towards the rock, but Peter stopped her.
Aslan motions for Edmund to get down from the rock and Aslan follows him down the rock as they came our way.
‘What’s done is done’, Aslan concluded, ‘There is no need to talk to Edmund about what’s past.’ With that he left.
‘Hello…’ Edmund mumbled awkwardly.
After a moment of silence, Lucy goes up to her brother and hugs him tightly. Edmund smiles a little sheepishly. Susan also goes to hug him and so do I.
‘How are you feeling?’ I question, pulling away a little bit.
‘I’m feeling a little tired’, he responded as we pulled away.
‘Get some sleep’, Peter said, seeming unfazed by the fact that his kidnapped brother had returned. Edmund nodded shortly before walking past us, to our tents.
‘And Edmund’, Peter turned to his brother as he also turned back, ‘Try not to wonder off.’ Peter joked as a smile formed on both of their faces. I chuckle as I move to stand next to Peter. He subconsciously wrapped his arm around my waist as I lean into him a little bit.
‘Peter?’ Edmund regained his brothers attention. ‘That took you long enough.’ Peter blushed and failed in trying to hide it. Susan and Lucy laughed at their brothers comment. I chuckled and jokingly wink at Edmund who snickered before entering the tent.
Later we all sat down for breakfast, well, me, Susan, Lucy and Edmund did, Peter stood a few feet away, leaning against a nearby rock. I could tell he was deep in thought, though he tried to hide it by smiling at me whenever he caught me staring. Meanwhile Edmund sat beside me eating, I think, his fourth piece of toast. Not that I blamed him, he’s looked starved since the moment he got here.
‘Narnia isn’t going to run out of toast, Ed’, Lucy joked.
‘I’m sure they’ll pack something for the journey back’, Peter stated in a monotone voice.
‘We’re going home?’ Susan asked confused.
‘You are’, Peter answered, ‘I promised mom I’d keep you three safe. And I promised myself I’d keep you safe, Alexa.’ He added before I could protest. There was a short pause before he continued, ‘But that doesn’t mean I can’t stay behind and help.’
‘No’, I said a little sharper than I meant to, ‘I’m not leaving you.’ I got up and walked over to Peter, taking his hand. ‘And besides, they need us, all five of us.’
‘Alexa, it’s too dangerous’, Peter protested, stroking my cheek with his hand. ‘you almost drowned, Edmund was almost killed.’
‘Which is why we have to stay’, Edmund argued. We all looked at him as he continued. ‘I’ve seen what the White Witch can do, and I’ve helped her do it, and we can’t leave these people behind to suffer for it.’ He flinched as he recalled the events he had been through. Lucy takes hold of her brothers hand to try and comfort him. He smiled faintly and squeezed it slightly.
‘Well, I guess that’s it then’, Susan concluded while getting up.
‘Where are you going?’ Peter questioned.
‘To get in some practice’, she answered, picking up her bow and quiver. As Susan and Lucy practice shooting at the target, Edmund, practicing his horse back riding, gallops by.
Peter and I, meanwhile, are practicing sword fighting, ‘Come on, love’, he encouraged, ‘Sword point up, like Oreius told us. He puts his sword back into his scabbard as he moves to stand behind me, his chin leaning on my shoulder. He puts his hand over mine, holding the sword and shows me how to properly do the attack. I didn’t really pay attention though. I turn my head to him, but before we could lean in, the Beavers came running up to us. Edmund’s horse rears.
‘Whoa horsey!’ Edmund said.
‘My name is Philip’, the horse complained.
‘Oh, sorry’, Edmund apologized awkwardly, getting off of him.
‘You better come quick’, Beaver said, ‘The White Witch has requested a meeting with Aslan!’
We stood right under the hill Aslans tent stood upon as the White Witch sat on a throne that was being carried by Cyclops, making her way over to Aslan who stood on the hill.
‘Jadis! Jadis! The queen of Narnia!’ A dwarf called out as he walked in front of the Witch’s throne. The Cyclops carefully put down the throne, the Witch got up and walked over to the foot of the hill. She glanced our way before turning her attention to Aslan. Peters arm automatically wrapped around my waist, he always seemed to do that whenever someone we knew was dangerous came too close.
I promised myself I’d keep you safe, Alexa.
‘You have a traitor in your midst, Aslan’, she stated as a matter-of-fact, causing everyone to gasp.
‘His offense was not against you’, Aslan responded in a monotone voice.
‘Have you forgotten the laws upon which Narnia was built?’ Jadis demanded.
Upon which Aslan growled as he responded: ‘Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch. I was there when it was written. I was there when it was written.’
‘Then you’ll remember well that’, Jadis said, remaining calm after Aslans insult, ‘Every traitor belongs to me. His blood is my property.’
‘Try and take him then.’ I hadn’t even noticed Peters arm wasn’t around me anymore as he stepped forward and pointed his sword at the Witch. But she paid no mind to Peter but simply looked at me as she said: ‘You ought to contain your little king, girl. He might get hurt.’
I glared at the Witch but before I could respond, Peter moved to stand right in front of me, leaving less then 2 feet of space between us. He tried to keep me from the Witch’s view. Trying to keep her from seeing it, I took hold of the back of Peters sword belt to hold him back.
‘Aslan knows that unless I have blood as the law demands’, she continues before turning to the crowd, ‘All of Narnia will be overturned and perish in fire and water.’ With that she turned to Edmund and pointed at him as her voice got louder and more aggressive. ‘That boy will die on the Stone Table, as is tradition.’ Lastly she directed her attention back to Aslan, returning to her slightly calmer voice: ‘You dare not refuse me.’
‘Enough’, Aslan concluded, monotone, ‘I will talk with you alone.’
He turned around and walked into his tent, Jadis followed suit.
Some time passes until the Witch exits the tent. All of us got up from sitting on the grass. She passes us, returning to her throne, but not yet sitting down. Tension filled the air as Peter moved closer so our shoulders were touching. After a long moment of silence, Aslan finally spoke: ‘She has renounced her claim on the son of Adams blood.’ All the Narnians cheer as Lucy and Susan hug their brother. I lean into Peter, sighing in relief.
‘How do I know your promise will be kept?’ The White Witch demanded, to which Aslan roared causing the Witch to fall into her seat and the Narnians to laugh.
After that the Witch leaves, but as her throne is carried away, she takes one angered glance back at Aslan who’d disappeared back into his tent.
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