#there are no other characters quite like Lucy Pevensie

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The Weight of Beauty

Edmund Pevensie x Reader

(Requested by @popsixsquish

‘Could I perhaps request some Edmund comforting an insecure reader?’

Again, very sorry it took me over a year to finally get to this! 😬)

A/N: So, this is kind of a confession- I write all my requests and x Reader one-shots with my OC, Sanya, in mind. I write her name and her country and her hair colour, and then I change it to Y/N, etc, after I finish writing.

If you would like, I have a four-part Narnia series on my Wattpad, which is Edmund x (plus-size, POC) Original Character; it is called The Alliance Series (‘Alliance’, ‘The Heirs’, ‘Moonshine’, and ‘Fairytale?’, with ‘Sultana’ as a companion AU), which you might enjoy! If you enjoyed my fics here, and if you liked the Y/N in them, you’ll love Sanya as well as her relationship with Edmund. The marriage and overall background of Edmund and Y/N in this fic are actually based off Edmund and Sanya in Alliance!

Here is the link to my Wattpad⤵

A/N2: You know, I am personally very insecure myself and I am pretty chubby, so writing this down was actually rather cathartic. I’m not madly in love with Edmund like I was when I was sixteen (when I started writing The Alliance Series, btw), but it is still quite comforting to write one of my favourite characters being so complimentary and sweet about something most people are not.

Anyway-

Y/N= Your Name, Y/C/N= Your Country's Name, Y/N/n= Your Nickname, Y/H/C= Your Hair Colour, Y/E/C= Your Eye Colour. Reader is plus-size.

Happy Reading!

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Y/N knew she had a terrible expression on her face as she strode back to her bedchambers, and she knew it wasn’t the most fitting expression for a Queen whose main work that day had been a diplomatic excursion- but she could not help it! She was usually very good at hiding her innermost emotions, but today had simply gone too far.

“Ugh.” Was the first word- or, sound?- that left her lips as she shut- rather violently- the door of the bedchamber. She let her feet carry her to the large canopy bed that stood in the center of the room, and she immediately fell back on it, absolutely uncaring how it would mess up the hair that her maid had carefully arranged. She couldn’t care less about what she looked like in this moment.

And then she let out a hacking laugh at the irony. This whole predicament was because she cared too much about what she looked like.

After a few minutes- or perhaps hours, Y/N did not know, she was prone to dissociating from reality- she heard the door open. If it had been any other room, she would’ve sat up quickly, ready to fight if it was an intruder, but there was only one other person with the key for this room- and thus, it could only be one person to be coming in the bedchamber currently, for it was his bedroom as much as hers.

Her husband, King Edmund the Just.

“Y/N/n.” Edmund’s tone was rather humorous, and Y/N felt the urge to throw a pillow at him. “I know you are prone to sleeping in, but didn’t you have a diplomatic tour today? With- Terabinthia?”

Curse his good memory.

She made a sound that resembled Troll, but thankfully Edmund knew her well enough to know that she was simply affirming his question.

“Did the delegation not arrive? I am sorry I could not be with you,” Edmund sat down next to his wife, and smiled when she automatically held her hand out to him, which he clasped in his, “but the matter with the villagers took all day. Lucy is still there, I only had to return for a courtier needed a signature very urgently.”

Thankfully, Susan had already signed for it by the time he’d reached, and so he had made his way to his bedchambers instead, for some rest and relaxation.

“They arrived.” Y/N mumbled, eyes closed. She did feel slightly better, though, just the simple act of her husband holding her hand was a comfort. “And they left.”

“Already? Good for you, my antisocial darling.”

She felt the corners of her mouth lift despite herself.

But she said, “I made them leave.”

“Er- not a diplomatic action, that.”

“No, husband, not like that.” Though, she had done that many times before. She was absolutely not the royal who was the first choice for such missions. “They were too embarrassed, so they excused themselves after an hour. Because of me.”

The Just King’s brows furrowed, “Why were they embarrassed?”

She did not answer, but she did open her eyes. Edmund’s chocolate-brown eyes looked down at her, concern and some amusement in them, and she let out a sigh.

“Don’t you wish you were married to someone thin?”

There were not many things or people that caught Edmund off-guard, but his wife was very much an exception, as he learned more and more ever day.

As such, he could only say, “What?”

Sluggishly, the Queen sat up, “Well, you didn’t want to marry me.”

“You didn’t want to marry me, either.” Edmund pointed out immediately. Their marriage had been arranged, part of a political alliance between Narnia and Y/C/N, Y/N’s land. The bride and groom had not been pleased. “And we both loathed the state of our marriage for the first few months.”

This was true. Y/N- who had been titled the Y/N/T not long after this hated wedding- had actually taken to hiding in the Stables to avoid her husband.

Then things had changed and evolved, and they had spent time together and grown closer- and now, now she was so besotted and in love with him, she felt like one half of a couple from some dramatic romance novel.

And she was rather sure he felt the same way.

“Well, yes. But I was attracted to you from the beginning, you know. You are so beautiful, husband. If there is any human worthy of the title of the God of beauty, it is you.” Her voice was soft, and Edmund almost instinctively moved closer to her. “I may have hated you and our marriage, but the saving grace was your beauty and your respectfulness. Oh, and your freckles.”

The accent didn’t hurt, either.

He grinned, “Oh, speak on, please. I am enjoying this turn of conversation very much.”

To her surprise, she laughed out loud, “Of course you are.”

But it seemed she had spoken too soon, for at the same time, Edmund had spoken, “But I would like to finish the previous topic first. What was that about me wanting a thin spouse?”

“Um.” Y/N was regretting saying that suddenly. She was not one to bare her innermost emotions and thoughts often, unless it was in a diary. “Nothing.”

“Y/N.”

Oh, it really was serious if he was calling her by not a pet-name.

“What exactly happened with the Terabinthian delegation?”

The Queen groaned, and fell back in bed again.

“Your Majesty!” The head of the Terabinthian delegation, came over to the carriage in front of which Y/N stood. Curtseying, she spoke, “I am the Duchess of Terabinthia.”

She curtseyed as well, “The Y/N/T Queen, at your service.” While in Narnia, she preferred to use the epithet awarded to her because of her marriage to a Narnian King. If this had been her country, she’d have called herself the High Queen of Y/C/N. “Welcome to Narnia.”

“Thank you verily for making the time to meet us. We are grateful.”

“No need for gratitude, it was our honour.” Y/N said, wishing she could go home already. Why had Peter assigned her to do this? He knew she hated this- oh, that must be exactly why. She was absolutely going to bonk her brother-in-law on the head with her sword the next time they had a duel. “We are most glad you visited Narnia on your tour. And Y/C/N is next, I believe? I will make sure you have the best guide for your travel in my country.”

The Duchess bowed her head in gratitude, and her eyes widened.

“Oh, I did not know! My most heartfelt congratulations.”

Y/N blinked, “Thank you, but for what?”

Yes, she had new shoes on- not by her choice, but her most comfortable pair had actually fallen apart- but that wasn’t something to be congratulated upon.

“You are expecting! It has not been announced, as far as I know, so that must be why you are surprised.” Her face broke in a wide smile, and she did not notice as the Queen’s face withered. “You and King Edmund must be over the Moon.”

Y/N could not say anything. What could she say? That, no, she wasn’t pregnant, she was simply fat. That, no, her breasts had not grown because they would soon nurse a child, but because she had always been ample? That, no, the weight around her middle was not because there was a babe in her womb, but because she was unhealthy and unfit and always had been?

“How far are you along, Your Majesty? I imagine it must be the second trimester- Your Majesty?” The Duchess’s smile faltered. “Is everything- is all well?”

“Yes.” She had to be gracious, diplomatic. She could take off her new shoe and throw it at her, or go hide in her carriage and have a breakdown like she was a teenager again. “But I am not with child, my Duchess, my husband and I have yet to be blessed in that way. I am simply- this is simply how I am.”

The other woman’s eyes widened, and she took a nervous glance back, to the rest of the delegation, who were surely wondering what was taking so long.

“I am so- I cannot apologise enough, Your Majesty, I had no idea- I thought that, because of what you- because you are- I- forgive me.”

“Yes.” Y/N said, though she did not. It wasn’t the Duchess’s fault, she was fat, she knew, which was not common among royalty or nobility.

Still, she couldn’t help but harbour a grudge.

“Well. Shall we on?”

“Oh, I will be sending them a very strongly worded letter.” Edmund said, his face even paler than usual and his eyes burning with anger. Who in their right mind would speak to his beautiful, wonderful, courageous wife in such a way? “How dare-”

“Because it’s the truth. I am fat.” Y/N said, and looked down at herself. She was still garbed in exactly what she had been wearing then. “I can’t even tell myself that she misunderstood because I was bundled up in a cloak and shawl- I wasn’t and am not.”

It was a warm day, in summer. She’d worn a gown with cap-sleeves that the Royal Tailor had recently delivered, with intricate embroidery in an art style belonging to her homeland around the hemline, bodice, and sleeves. It was scarlet and purple and gold, and she had liked it, even loved it, but now she did not think she’d ever wear it again.

Not to mention, she was no beauty, but at least the jewels and crown distracted from the ugliness of her face.

“Y/N/n, you aren’t-”

“Oh, please. You have seen me naked enough times to know I speak the truth!”

He had seen, felt, touched the pudginess of her stomach, the curvy rolls around her sides. He’d gripped her thick thighs, he’d kissed them, and he’d slid his fingers over the dark-red stretch-marks that were present all over her body- her flabby arms, her fat thighs, her plump sides.

She squeezed her eyes shut, “I hate feeling like this. I know my weight does not equal my worth, I know it doesn’t matter that I’m ugly, and I know getting so upset is utterly stupid, but I cannot help it.”

She had felt insecure about her body for as long as she could remember. Even as a child, as one with little care for anything but her playthings, she remembered how she’d been upset when a pretty outfit gifted to her did not fit her, or when she’d preferred to wear something oversized to conceal her heaviness. Granted, no healer had ever said she, then the Princess, was overweight, simply that she was healthy and stout- but when compared to the slender, picturesque folk around her, she had felt and still felt like an elephant in silk.

“How could you not want someone thin- someone beautiful? Someone- someone who’s not me.”

Edmund felt rather at a loss. He always knew what to say, how to take charge of a conversation, how to keep the other person calm- but he felt utterly speechless in the moment. His oft-praised silver-tongue had all but disappeared.

But he knew one thing- he did not agree with his wife.

“My darling.” He lay down beside her as well, and pulled her to him, nestled in his arms. He felt a soft breath of comfort escape her lips, and he was glad. “You say you were attracted to me the moment we met?”

Y/N nodded, hiding her face in his chest, “Even more so when I heard your accent.”

He held back a laugh, and went on, “And you know how I felt when I saw you?”

She shook her head, her Y/H/C hair falling over his blue-and-grey tunic, and Edmund berated himself for never telling her this before.

“I was mesmerised.” He said softly, so softly that Y/N had to look up, her Y/E/C eyes wide. “I would say enchanted, for that would be very true, but you know I have a rather difficult past with enchantments, so let’s stick to mesmerised. I could not take my eyes off you.”

Y/N muttered something that was probably ‘because of the corset’, but her cheeks were on fire.

Admittedly, his wife’s breasts had been rather pushed up and obvious because of the corset she’d worn under her outfit during their first meeting- and, yes, Edmund had not been able to stop himself from blatantly staring for a few seconds- but he was not speaking of that.

“You were rolling your eyes as you were formally announced-”

Almost predictably, she rolled her eyes again, and her husband did laugh softly this time.

“And I remember you were holding onto your own arm, as if comforting yourself, as if reminding yourself to be strong.” He spoke, dipping his head to press a kiss to her forehead. “Just by those two actions, you had my respect and my admiration, and then your beauty had my enthrallment as well.”

“Edmund...”

“You may not be what utterly vapid folk all over the world consider to the epitome of beauty,” which he absolutely did not, “but that did not stop me from thinking you to be the goddess of my dreams.”

She pressed her body closer to his, almost instinctively, as if her very skin wanted to be nearer to him.

“A thought I still have every single day.”

Emotion sparkled in her eyes.

“Really?”

And she still doubted him. Of course.

“Yes.”

“Even though I’m fat, and lumbering, and don’t even get me started on my nose-”

He wanted to throw a pillow at her, but restrained himself to saying, “Would you do me a favour?”

“I would die and kill for you, Edmund.” Y/N gave her husband a fond look. After what he had just said- oh, she had not thought she could have loved him any more than she already had, but she did! So, so much. She wanted to kiss him already. “Yes, of course, what is it?”

Edmund’s lips curved, “Could I undress you?”

Well, she would never be saying no to that.

She nodded, far too excited yet far beyond caring about seeming pathetic- and, soon enough, Edmund’s clever fingers were undoing laces and pulling down fabric and ghosting over her bare skin.

Once she was naked, Y/N reached for her husband, to make the situation equal, but he took her hands in his instead, before she could grip and tear at his tunic.

“What?” She asked impatiently. She wasn’t insecure in front of him anymore, she hadn’t been in years, not since the first time they had made love. All she thought when she was nude around him, was that she wanted him to be that way as well. “Let me undress you already, so we can-”

“That’s not what I meant.” He said, his freckled cheeks blushing. His wife cocked her head at him, and he elaborated, “I want you to know something- see something.”

Her eyes narrowed, “If you’re going to stand me in front of the mirror to look at my bare body, I will get my sword right now and tear your limbs instead of your clothes.”

Edmund’s intentions may be noble, but there was nothing Y/N hated the sight of more than her ungainly figure in the mirror.

Except vegetable mash. Ugh.

Ah, how delightfully murderous his darling wife was. Her country and his own was lucky to have her.

“No, no.” And he lay Y/N down on their bed, her hands clasped under her breasts, and she was giving him with a quizzical look the entire time.

He climbed carefully on top of her, half-covering her body with his, and pretended he didn’t notice Y/N rolling her hips against a part of his body that was extremely fond of his wife and extremely susceptible to her- to her everything.

“I want you to know exactly how I see you- and, hopefully, one day, via you gaining some sense or via osmosis or whatever, you’ll see it, too.”

What was osmosis?

Y/N was about to ask, but her words and her breath was stolen when she felt Edmund’s kisses on the space between her breasts.

But his hands were not on her breasts, as she’d hoped- they were on her plump upper arms, and he was speaking in a whisper to the hollow of her throat, “I see these as strength. I see these as proof that you are the most skilled swordsperson I know, the strongest person I know.”

His hands wandered down her arms to the pudgy rolls of her stomach, and Y/N squirmed. She could not help but think she was glad she had missed breakfast and had yet to have lunch, otherwise she’d be even fatter.

But Edmund was not thinking about her diet, he was speaking, still in that soft, reverential tone, “You call these pudgy, you think this is fat? Even if it is, I don’t care. Because I see this as you being healthy, as a sign that you will be with me for a long, long time, that you won’t be snatched away from me by cruel disease or anything like that.”

“Never.” Y/N vowed breathlessly- she would never leave him, she would fight time itself if necessary. “We’ll always be together.”

His response was a kiss to her throat, and his hands finally reached her breasts.

She wanted to close her eyes, to revel in his touch and know no other senses- but he was looking at her, his dark twinkling eyes never wavering from her face, and she could not look away.

He squeezed them, fingers glancing over her hard nipples, and said, “Want to know what I think of these?”

Y/N could only nod, too eager and too wanton and too in love.

“Fucking sexy.”

And his mouth met hers, finally, finally, finally.

It was a passionate kiss, for there had not been a single day in their lives together they had not desired each other- but as much as there was lust, there was love. As they kissed, Edmund’s heart was soothed because Y/N’s lips were warm on his- and Y/N’s soul was comforted, because Edmund’s mouth was steady against hers. His hand grazed against her breast again, and she slid her tongue inside his mouth, and they both drew even closer together in their embrace.

One of Y/N’s hands slipped inside Edmund breeches, inside his boxers, and wrapped itself around him. Edmund gasped into his wife’s mouth as he felt her touch, and Y/N’s hips rolled against his, her hands already stroking her husband’s cock.

But all too soon, Edmund pulled away, panting.

“Too daring, darling.” He said, as breathless as she’d been minutes ago. “I was trying to make a point, not-”

“Make love?” Y/N asked, her brows raised. She was sopping, needy, and she didn’t think she’d ever loved him more. Please, please, please could he take off his clothes already? “If there is a vote between the two, husband, I will be voting the latter, just for your information.”

“Noted,” Edmund kissed her shoulder, “but I am not done.”

He drew away from her, and Y/N groaned. Sitting up between her parted legs, Edmund took a moment to look down at his wife. At the expanse of her soft skin, occasionally marked with a mole or pimple or scar. At the curves that had made her ravishing to him the first time he’d seen her, and which had continued to only grow in loveliness over the years. At the valley between her legs, at the dips in her sides as her hips flared out.

Y/N was curves and dips and valleys, and he could not help but be glad she was not thin as a lamp-post, and Edmund thought of how- to him- her body was perfect to kiss and hold and caress and love.

He smiled suddenly, “You know, sometimes when I can’t sleep, I look at you, and I try to decide which is my favourite curve on your body.”

She blinked very rapidly. That was far more romantic than counting sheep- or dragons, as she preferred.

Sometimes, in her most lovelorn moments, she would count Edmund’s freckles. She usually got too distracted by them to actually sleep, though.

“Have you- have you ever made a decision?”

Edmund shook his head, his unruly bangs falling into his eyes.

“Sometimes I think it’s this.” He ran her hand down the bend of her right side, “sometimes this-” he gripped her left thigh just above where it met her knee, “and sometimes- often, actually- your tits.”

Y/N giggled.

Edmund bent his head low then, still holding her thighs. He peppered kisses to the stretch marks painted over her thighs and her waist, and felt a tight, hot coiling inside the pit of his stomach as Y/N trembled in pleasure underneath him.

“What do those tell you?” Y/N asked, her voice a murmur. She wrapped her legs around him, locking him in place. If she could keep him here forever, she would. She felt so content, so calm in his arms- apart from the raging want to fuck him. “My stretch-marks?”

“You’re marked by the Heavens.” His voice caught, almost, and he almost shivered at the intensity of her eyes. “They resemble lightning strikes, you know? And lightning, like storms, like the rain, comes from the Heavens.”

Hm. She’d compared her stretch marks to dead worms before, because they were roughly the same shade, but beautiful rain, which covered the earth with an even more beautiful smell whenever it fell?

“How am I supposed to keep thinking of myself as ugly, if you keep saying things like that?”

It was not quite a victory, but it was close enough.

“Exactly. You’re not supposed to think of yourself as that, because you’re as far from that as I can imagine.”

Her heart thudded in her chest, and seemed to grow. They had made love so many times in- in so many ways, so many places- but she was certain that this was the most intimate moment they had ever shared.

“You can’t just kiss away all of my insecurities.” She spoke with a small laugh, as Edmund lifted his head up to gaze at her. She really wished he could, but neither of them could wholly and fully heal the pain inside each other. “Try as you might, it’s not possible.”

“Well, I’ll still keep trying.” He shrugged, and pressed a very light kiss to her clit, which made Y/N moan out loud. He would absolutely have to lavish more attention there, he decided firmly, he was as amorous as she was. “I love you. I love you, and you are the love of my life, Y/N/n, and you are beautiful.”

She pulled him down next to her again, and she nestled herself closer to him. Edmund’s arms encircled her, and she was glad to be the little spoon. She was usually very glad to be the big spoon, holding her husband in her arms, but she loved this position very much, too.

Y/N didn’t think of herself as truly beautiful, and perhaps never would; Y/N did not think of her being plump in a positive light, and perhaps never would- but in this moment, and many other moments after this, Y/N would look down at herself, and she would not recoil, she would not grimace, she would only remember her husband’s words, and she would remember her strength and her bravery and the fact that she was alive, and she would no longer be cruel to her own self.

In this moment, and in many other moments after this, there was peace- in her mind as well as his, and in their hearts and souls, which perhaps were as joined together as the Moon and the stars.

Until there came knocks on the door minutes later, and Y/N all but shoved Edmund to open it. He gave her a look, but could do nothing more- she was naked, after all, she couldn’t open the door. Drat, he really didn’t want to get up.

Regardless, he kissed her nose, which scrunched up in the most adorable manner, and got out of bed.

Ah, the struggles of Kingship.

“I’m sorry to disturb, Your Majesty, but Queen Susan asked to inform you and Queen Y/N that lunch has been laid.”

“Oh, thank you very much,” Edmund said, after a glance back at his wife, who was smiling lazily at him over the tops of her breasts. He felt a blush coming on again. “But my Queen-wife and I are both feeling a bit under the weather, and I was about to request someone to bring our meal up to our chambers. Perhaps after half an hour?”

The faun bowed, “I shall have that be done, Your Majesty, thank you very much. My well-wishes for you and Her Majesty Y/N to soon feel better.”

Edmund nodded his head at him, a gracious smile on his face- and once the faun had departed, he closed the door and returned to the bed.

He snuggled close to his wife, who wrapped her arms around him. He felt perfectly, incandescently warm, and spoke into her shoulder, “I figured you would not want to face the world again today.”

She kissed his hair, saying, “You assume right, but what about you?”

“Oh, I prefer you to the world, by leaps and bounds.”

“I love you, husband.” Y/N said simply, and he pressed a short, chaste, yet endlessly loving kiss to her lips. “Anyway, now will you take off your clothes?”

Edmund matched her smirk with his, “How about you take them off for me, Y/N/n?”

Not another insecurity was thought of again that day, and the faun had to return with their meals four times before the King and Queen finally opened the door.

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[luunaz]

Could you make a part 3 to When You Come Back about Peter’s and the others reaction about what happened to the reader. And maybe showing how Peter heart breaks. Only if you want to of course.

Thank you for your request! I hope you like it.

[When you come back, part 3] Peter Pevensie

pairing: Peter Pevensie x reader

type: angst 🍂

warning: the death of the main character

part 1, part 2 and Masterlist

Peter didn't understand what Caspian had just told him. Or he didn't want to understand. He walked over to the cold stone wall where the Narnians had depicted the image of a warrior. A woman stood surrounded by soldiers and held a sword over her head. Peter ran his fingers over the rough wall and wiped away a layer of dust, allowing the colors to shine brighter.

— The tutor told me that she became queen after you left Narnia. Her reign was short-lived. When the Telmarines declared war, Queen Y/N tried to negotiate with them, as she understood that Narnia would not be able to win. But she didn't succeed, — Caspian's voice grew quieter with each sentence. He looked from Peter to the rest of the Pevensies, — this image illustrates how she, with a small detachment, detained the Telmarines while the Narnians were fleeing into the woods.

— Unfortunately, no one returned from Cair Paravel that day, — Trufflehunter said.

There were tears in Lucy's eyes. She clung to Susan for support. The elder sister felt despair. It was so hard for Susan to realize that her friend was gone. Just a year ago, they were choosing a dress for a wedding, planning for the future, and now… Edmund looked at Peter. He looked calm enough. Not a single emotion showed on his face. Ed thought at first that maybe Peter hadn't heard, but no, Peter had heard everything. His heart just collapsed in one moment. This can't be true! Despite all the pain that swept over the king, he did not give himself the opportunity to show weakness.

— And where was she buried? — Peter's voice sounded very rough and cold.

— As far as I've heard, the Narnians have never been able to find her body, — Trufflehunter said, — but we remember her during the full moon of the second summer month.

When evening came, Peter went out into the fresh air. The sun had almost set below the horizon and the forest was plunged into darkness. It was very quiet. Peter sat down on a rock that stood nearby. When he returned to Narnia, all he thought about was meeting you again, seeing your smile and feeling the warmth of your embrace. He hoped that you would be alive, that you would find a way to be with him again. It seemed that his hopes were dashed at the moment when Trufflehunter said that you had not returned. Annoyance, anger, and despair filled Peter's heart. He must take revenge on the Telmarines for what they did to the Narnians and to you.

The King took a small ring from his breast pocket. It was quite simple: gold, with a small green gemstone. This is the ring he wanted to give you after the wedding. He imagined how charming it would look on your finger. All this time, while he was in England, Peter kept him, in memory of you, so as not to forget his promise to be there and protect. He was hoping to come back, give it to you and make you his queen. He was only afraid that you wouldn't accept him at the age he is now. As it turned out, this was the least of the problems.

Even though everyone kept telling him that you were gone, Peter couldn't help but believe that he would see you. He just didn't want to believe that you would disappear from his life so easily. If he needs to fight thousands of Miraz’s soldiers, he is ready to do it. He is ready to challenge all the villains of Narnia, just to see your eyes again. Now this ring was the only reminder of you. It would have been easier to throw him out, to leave these feelings behind, but he couldn't and didn't want to. If he has to live his whole life in pain, then he will be glad, because this pain is the only thing that connects you and him. He was High King of Narnia, Emperor of the Lone Islands, Lord of Cair Paravel, Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Lion, but he never had the strength to come to terms with the circumstances.

Peter looked up at the night sky, which was already strewn with stars. Tears rolled down from his eyes. If only he could have come back earlier…

[soulofapatrick]

Starstruck - Pedro Pascal x reader/OC

Summary: Y//N plays Eleanor Winchester in Supernatural and is on the red carpet for season 13 where she spots her heartthrob: Pedro Pascal. 

SORT OF LINKS TO Terrible at Secrets

Words: 1.3K 

Warnings: anxiety (?)

Notes: request by @princessmermaid1289​ and photos of dress and hair at the bottom. 

Y/N’s POV:

Being part of such a big show like Supernatural is always breathtaking, especially getting to meet all the other big stars and my fans. I never expected to have such an impact or make a family with J2M. Jared and Jensen immediately took me under their wings when I joined in season seven as Sam and Dean’s little sister - Eleanor aka. Nell

Being anxious and an actor is always something interesting but I have such an amazing family backing me and getting rid of any awkward questions aimed my way during conventions. I love conventions and red carpets, being able to meet my own idols of which I have plenty. I find it so much fun talking to them and getting the fans opinions on everything. My fans are my biggest critics and they’re how I improve. 

Tonights a red carpet for our season 13 with Alexander Calvert. He’s very cute and bubbly and I love him like a little brother and the fans seem to love him even more. He’s going to be big, I just know it, especially when the fans scream at him wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging me as the cameras flash.

“Heyyy Y/N,” Jensen appears at my other side, elbowing me and leans down enough he can whisper quiet enough the cameras and paparazzi don’t catch it, “Your man crush is over there, go say hi.” 

I follow his gaze to see the one and only Pedro Pascal. He guest starred in an episode but sadly I never got to see or meet him as it wasn’t with me. My character was off with Kelly and Castiel while Pedro was with Jensen and Jared and I will admit it broke my heart a little as I have always had a huge crush on the sweetheart. He looks drop dead in that crisp white suit and black bowtie. His hair is so fluffy and I just wanna run my hands through it from here. 

“Go!” Alex is agreeing and I’m being pushed in Pedro’s direction so lightly jog over, trying not to trip over my dress. It’s a beautiful thing, not my personal choice but I have to admit it looks beautiful and it makes me feel beautiful when I’m quite a rough and tough person having been around J2M for pretty much eight years. It’s black and flows, making me feel like a character from a fairytale, the sleeves off the shoulder and it sparkles in the flash of the cameras. I think it’s made from a mixture of satin and lace with how light it is despite how heavy and full it looks. It seems my stylist was going for a vintage look as my strawberry blonde hair is pinned back in light curls, it reminds me a longer version of Susan Pevensie’s hair from the last movie where Lucy becomes Susan. I feel beautiful. 

“Hi,” I place a trembling hand on Pedro’s shoulder, causing him to turn to see me. His face breaks into that contagious grin as he looks me up and down with no abash. It has me flushing a bright red, especially when he makes room for me, wrapping a large hand around my waist. 

“Hi there mama,” Pedro’s voice is like velvet and has me weak at the knees. He’s pulling me flush against the side and begin to pose for the paparazzi again, a huge grin on his face so I compose myself and do the same, putting my arm around his back. He’s a lot taller than I realise so it’s easy for me to rest my head on his shoulder and I think I’m going to go deaf at the sound that erupts from the fans as Pedro glances down at me with a look that makes me balling his jacket in the hand that’s around his back. He lips are suddenly near my ear as he whispers “Easy darlin,” while his thumb rubs soothingly at my hip. 

We have move on so Jared and Gen can take our stops and I prepare to go back to Alex as Misha has Vicki and Jensen has Danneel but Pedro grasps my hand in his calloused one. I stumble slightly but he steadies me and my mind races because this is going to be big news and everyone is going to realise I have the biggest crush on Pedro Pascal… who is leading me to the next photo spot. 

The cameras continue to blind me and I have to grip Pedro’s hand tighter as I can feel my anxiety bubbling. I usually try to do the red carpets quickly and usually Jensen; Jared and Misha there to ground me. This beautiful man beside seems to understand what’s happening and is sending one last wave at the cameras before he’s leading me towards the Entertainment Weekly interviewer. 

“Hello there mommy and daddy,” She greets us and feel myself flush again as this never happens to me. I can’t remember her name as I was meant to only talk to a tiktoker turning interviewer as I’m not as big as my on screen brothers. 

“Hey there,” Pedro sends her an amusing smile, keeping a tight grip on my waist. 

“Well this is a nice surprise, I’m a little star stuck right now,” The interviewer turns her attention to me, “I have to admit I’m a huge fan of you and your character, Eleanor Winchester for those who don’t know.” She glances back at the camera and I’m subconsciously grabbing Pedro’s free hand, hoping the camera doesn’t pick up on. 

“Oh! Well, thank you.” I’m laughing nervously, “I’m also star stuck!”

“You’re the star here,” Pedro nudges me and I can just hear all the fan edits about to be spamming my social media feeds in the morning but I don’t care because I’m currently pressed against the Pedro Pascal and he’s acting like I’m the big star, not him. Somehow I feel like royalty, even when the interviewer gets on with her planned interview with Pedro and I’ve never felt like this. I just alternate between watching the way Pedro throws his head back in a hearty laugh every time the interview flirts with me and the way the cameras are flashing blindingly. I should be panicked and breathless right now but that hand on my hip is flexing every so often and somehow it keeps me grounded and this is probably the first red carpet I’ve been able to breathe.

“Well, here’s the question I think most will be asking in the morning, is there something here?” The interviewer is asking, her question making my head snapping round so fast I’m surprised I don’t get whiplash, watching Pedro to see what he says as I try to slow my breathing. 

“I wouldn’t mind having a date with miss Y/N here but we’ll have to see.” He’s sending her wink then pulling me even closer to him and I just look at the camera and fake swoon, laughing lightly in shock. 

“I think I’m hallucinating,” I tell her and it causing everyone in earshot to break into laughter as Pedro presses a kiss to my cheek, the light drag of his beard taking the air from my lungs, “Definitely hallucinating.” 

“She says yes,” Jared’s towering frame appears behind us both, patting Pedro on the shoulders, “Of course she wants to go on a date with Pedro.” 

“A date it is it seems.” Pedro’s grin seems to get wider and I’m not really sure what’s happening right now. I might have a date with the Pedro Pascal and my two older brother figures may have set me up it seems, especially from the way Jared and Jensen high five as they walk away and the way Gen sends me a wink. 

Oh my fucking god. I’m going on a date with Pedro Pascal. 

[unattainablesillygoose]

My take on what the Pevensies' patronus/houses would be if they went to Hogwarts:

Peter: Gryffindor, Lion

I know this one seems obvious, but seriously. Peter was given a lot of responsibility from a young age, but he never once complained, instead taking to it graciously. He's a natural born leader, and his siblings and his subjects look up to him. He's fiercely protective of his siblings and will stop at nothing to keep them safe, including going up against a wolf to keep his little sisters safe despite his lack of training. He's brave, bold, often brash and impulsive, proud and stubborn, strong-willed and noble. He's also definitely got a soft side for his siblings, but them only, unless you're a close and dear friend like Tumnus and the Beavers. Lions are often called the "king of beasts," and Peter wasn't called "High King Peter the Magnificent" for nothing. Lions are brave, strong, noble, and leaders of their pride. They're also gentle with their cubs and teach and lead them just as lioness' do.

Susan: Ravenclaw/Slytherin, Doe

I could see Susan being either. Susan isn't any less brave than her siblings, but she's clearly less impulsive and brash, instead preferring to strategize and think through her plan of attack as seen when she tells Peter not to charge the wolf on the river. She's intelligent and quick-witted and more grounded, as seen when she tells Peter that they should stop and think their actions through before crossing a potentially dangerous river. She's also ambitious and resourceful. You see this when she, when it becomes apparent that they're to remain in Narnia for the remainder of the war, immediately goes to practice with her bow. She, while a gentle and maternal queen, was quite influential and powerful in her own right.She never let anything stand in her way. The Doe patronus represents gentleness yet strong determination. Fiercely protective of her loved ones, as displayed through her caring and nurturing nature. With her high level of intuition and sensitivity, she battles life's challenges with the utmost grace and vigilance.

Edmund: Gryffindor/Slytherin, Tiger

we all know his character was based off of Judas, and the tiger patronus represents a unique sense of courage and willpower, able to rise above conflicts and pass through all forms of adversity with grace and skill. They're highly protective and territorial, going to great lengths to defend their loved ones and home. Edmund, while certainly cunning and ambitious, is also brave and bold. He's often seen by Peter's side as they charge into battle, leading the troops alongside his brother. He helps others, and like Peter, is chivalrous as well. Like a Gryffindor, he's impulsive and brash, as seen when he jumps into a fight in the train station to help his brother, as well as when he confronts the white witch and breaks her staff in half leading to his stab wound. Like Slytherin, however, he's cunning, as seen when he manipulates Miraz into dueling Peter by toiling with his emotions and poking at his pride. He's misunderstood like a lot of Slytherins are, as well. I think he could be either.

Lucy: Gryffindor, Otter

Lucy is 100% a Gryffindor, no doubt. I've seen a lot of people putting her in Hufflepuff, and while she is incredibly loyal and patient, she's incredibly brave and bold in her approach. She always puts others before herself and isn't afraid to get her hands dirty for a good cause. She's very skilled in sword fighting as well as archery, but she's also very kind and fair. As seen on the bridge where she stood off an entire army with only a dagger, she isn't afraid to tackle big challenges and has a need to prove herself, likely from being the youngest of four siblings. She's bold, as seen when she tells Peter that they're being too quick to fight. She speaks loud and proud about what she believes is right and will stand by her opinions. I think the Otter patronus suits her despite Aslan himself saying, "If she were any braver, she'd be a lioness," (which is also a clear indication of her Gryffindor spirit) because she's playful and curious. The Otter patronus represents life and purification, and we all know Lucy is pure and full of life. Otters are fearless and will pursue their curiosities as such. They're also associated with friendship, which I attribute to Lucy. She sees Narnians as her equals and has no trouble befriending new people/animals.

[offendedteaspoon]

30-Day Narnia Challenge

Day 30: What effect has Narnia made on your life, and how much does it mean to you?

A better question is, what effect hasn't Narnia made on my life and what doesn't it mean to me? ☺️

Narnia has truly been a lifelong love for me, which I can't say about any other fictional series. Some of my earliest, foggiest childhood memories are of watching the BBC series in the living room, listening to the audio dramas in the car, going to see the films in theaters.

Then I really fell in love with Narnia when I read the books for the first time at age 11. For the next entire year, Narnia was practically all I could think about. Every time I opened a door in the house, I secretly hoped that it would lead somewhere — ideally Narnia, but anywhere magical would do. I would quote the books, movies, and audiobooks constantly with my siblings. (To this day everyone in my family always pronounces the word "strawberry" like it's pronounced in the Magician's Nephew audiobook.. #iykyk) Whenever my friends were playing together outside, I would go off by myself and stand by a tree, wishing as hard as I could that it would wake up, humming the movie soundtrack to myself, desperately longing to see Aslan come bounding over the hills. I had (and still have!) four small magnets with one of the Pevensies pictured on each of them, and for a long time I would carry those with me everywhere I went and would stare at them all the time — especially Lucy's and Edmund's. I once proudly declared that if I ever had kids, I would name one of them Edmund...... and I received a great deal of bullying from my siblings because of it. 😂

As a young teenager I got caught up in other fandoms, but Narnia was still always there at the back of my mind. (In fact, my obsession with Narnia was what led me to discover several of those other fandoms.) When I was 15, I thoroughly reread the books and hand-wrote 21 full pages, front and back plus some overflow in the margins, of every single line and paragraph from the books & movies that meant something to me. I read the books annually for the next several years, to the point that I practically have all of the most quote-worthy portions memorized now.

And as a Christian, Narnia has been such a gift. There've been so many moments when I'm struggling or doubting or feeling overwhelmed, and something from the books floats into my mind. I'll remember a line, a scene, a character arc.. and it's exactly what I need in the moment. The stories just become so much more real as I slowly grow in the faith. If Edmund could be forgiven, if Rilian could be broken out of his enchantment, if Digory could trust Aslan to heal his grief, if Eustace could be learn to love and be loved, if Shasta could see the fortune in his unfortunate upbringing, if Jill could become brave, if Caspian could undo the wrongs of his forefathers — then maybe, just maybe, there's hope for me too. 🥹

I hunted for a good quote to sum up my feelings about the series, and I think this paragraph from the last chapter of The Magician's Nephew does the job perfectly:

Both the children were looking up into the Lion's face as he spoke these words. And all at once (they never knew exactly how it happened) the face seemed to be a sea of tossing gold in which they were floating, and such a sweetness and power rolled about them and over them and entered them that they felt they had never really been happy or wise or good, or even alive and awake, before. And the memory of that moment stayed with them always, so that as long as they both lived, if ever they were sad or afraid or angry, the thought of all that golden goodness, and the feeling that it was still there, quite close, just round some corner or just behind some door, would come back and make them sure, deep down inside, that all was well.

Y'all... I love this series, I love these characters, I love the whole Narnian universe, I love CS Lewis, and I've loved this 30-day challenge. 🥰 Further up and further in!

[seeingteacupsindragons]

What, in you opinion, makes a good prequel to a story or series?

I think there's three very important factors to remember in making a prequel, that are often not considered as well as they should be.

The audience knows, ultimately, how things turn out afterward. No one is there for the suspense of figuring out what happens. You have to invest them in the how it happens.

Choosing the beginning of a story is very important, and the beginning of the story was already chosen. Therefore, a different story needs to be told--this cannot become the new "beginning" of the story.

It cannot simply exist to explain things that didn't need explaining in the original: they didn't need explaining! It needs to tell its own story as its own narrative as part of a larger whole. Relying on the audience's excitement about a different story is never going to invest someone in a different one.

I don't think most people would call the Star Wars prequel trilogy particularly "good" as a whole, but I do think it actually managed this, mostly:

The end to a tragedy is already forgone. Therefore, telling a tragic villain origin can really work as a prequel. The end is already determined, no matter how they struggle and fight against it. You can also sort of see bits of this in Rogue One.

While other Star Wars prequels do mess this part up, the Prequel Trilogy really didn't try to tell the same story of Luke and the rebellion. It told another story, of how the empire came to be. Luke's story begins when two new droids come into his life. Period.

It tells the story of a tragic hero and a villain origin. It's not simply an extension of the other story. There are some moments in there that "explain" the original--how R2-D2 and C-3P0 got involved, or example, but there are others...but frankly, those are some of the weaker moments of the story anyhow.

So I think, if the story and writing of the prequel trilogy were stronger, it could've help up, narratively. It has some good opening choices, but frankly the tragedy didn't draw a lot of people in because it didn't feel compelling to them, what story was being told wasn't quite clear from the beginning, etc. Those are just story issues in general and not really related to it being a prequel.

Let's consider a prequel I liked more. The Magician's Nephew, the 6th written of the 7 Narnia books, yet set first (and intended by Lewis to be ordered first chronologically).

The story ends with the formation of Narnia and the set up to what it will be come by the time Lucy discovers it.

It focuses on Digory's story, not the Pevensie kids, and instead shows how the Pevensie kids' story could even happen and set up the pieces to start it.

While it does choose to explain the wardrobe and Narnia's existence, those explanations are still completely rooted in, "IDK it's magic," so it doesn't really take away from the magic of the wardrobe or the magic of Narnia or the magic of the Witch. It doesn't spend any time trying to explain how people world hop: they just do, and the method changed a little. So there's maybe some small excitement at seeing Digory as a child or what eventually turns into the wardrobe, but these are minor parts of a story that aren't really what the story hinges on for investment.

Or, let's try Wicked, which isn't written by the original author but is still a prequel of sorts.

Another tragic villain origin.

Tells a completely different story from Dorothy's. This story is set in Oz from start to finish and barely has any of the same characters--and the characters that are the same are there to show a different perspective and depth to them, too.

There are very few cameos of anything but characters, and the characters are less cameos and more them doing something else to extend them as characters.

Now let's go over some prequels that mess one of these.

I feel like Rogue One actually screws up two and three: it tries to restart Star Wars: A New Hope. It extends the beginning further into not just Leia being confronted, not Luke setting off on a path of self discovery, but how Leia even got to be in the position to be confronted at all. It tries to tell the story of how they got the plans. The end of Rogue One is just the beginning of A New Hope, so it doesn't feel like a distinct story. It tries to explain things that, ultimately, never needed to be explained for the story to work: why the Death Star had a flaw (who cares, it does, sometimes that happens, nothing can be perfect, etc.), how Leia got the plans (who cares; she does, people died to get them to her, there were spies, that's all that matters to Star Wars, because what matters is what happens because she has them).

The Dawn of Amber books. Literally even looking at the Goodreads summary of the series is just a list of "Readers will discover (answer to question no one needed)!" The story doesn't need to have an explanation for what Amber "is" or what forces create it or why it was created. It simply is. It's literally a metaphor, stop.

So, I think you should consider when writing a prequel: What is this story?

[mygif2u]

a touch of fire - will suffice

Pairing: Susanis Character(s): Jadis | The White Witch/Susan Pevensie Rating: M Warnings/Tags: Missing Scene, Attempted Seduction, Emotional Manipulation, Dreams, Or Is It?

When Susan finally sees the White Witch, the world comes to a standstill.

She’s lifted high above her retinue, garbed in silver and white finery. She stares out ahead, ignoring the jeers and taunts from the crowd that has gathered. All sets of eyes are trained on this figure, and Susan can see why. Despite the cold aura the Witch exudes, warmth curls unexpectedly within Susan. The sharp line of her jaw, the rise of her brow, and the set of her high cheekbones, as though cut from marble, strike Susan in a manner so unexpected.

She finds herself utterly ensnared, like she’s been dropped into a pool of tar, the viscous liquid of it clinging to her so she can’t climb out.

It thrills her as much as it frightens her.

Read it below, or on AO3.

A/N: Written for an exchange; this fic is probably more like a hard T/soft M, but I’ve erred on the side of caution with this one.

Title inspired by Robert Frost’s poem Fire and Ice.

Susan likes facts – she likes things that can be deduced from logic, from reality. She likes things having rhyme and reason to them.

Before that game of hide and seek, before that great old house, before they had to escape London with their lives, she also would say seeing is believing.

That there aren’t snow covered forests in the backs of wardrobes, that beavers don’t speak, and fauns and witches don’t exist. That things like that are impossible. That things like that aren’t real.

Coming to Narnia changes that – the cold that bites at her skin, the taste of fish that lingers in her mouth from dinner, and the notes of the Beavers’ voices, which she can understand every syllable of, tells her this is all very, very real.

It’s still an entirely different world though, one none of them, save for Lucy – and possibly Edmund – really know anything about. But Lucy is still a child, still believes the best of everyone, and doesn’t question things she ought to. And Edmund, well – given that he had lied about Narnia existing in the first place, anything he had to say on the matter needed to be taken with a grain of salt.

So when the Beavers speak of the White Witch, Susan doesn’t know what to make of it.

They describe her as a cruel being, a false queen. One who wields powerful magic, with a faithful army and a legion of spies. Someone who rules with fear and tyranny. The sort of figure that Susan has learnt of in school, the kind responsible for the very war they all have just fled from. A villain, who now holds her brother captive.

A frightening figure to behold.

But Susan also thinks of the note left in the faun Tumnus’s house, of how he was described as a criminal, a traitor.

She thinks of how they had encountered Mr Beaver, so soon after discovering Tumnus’s arrest. As though he had been waiting for them.

She wonders of Edmund’s first visit to Narnia. She wonders if Edmund had seen something of the White Witch that others hadn’t.

There’s little time to think on the matter though, as they are chased for days on end, across snow-covered woods and icy rivers, all so they can reach this ‘Aslan’ figure. He is spoken of by the Beavers, Mr Fox, even Father Christmas with reverence, as though he’s some kind of hero, the so-called ‘rightful’ ruler of the land. He could very well be some kind of seditious rebel, for all Susan knows.

But he is, apparently, their only hope of getting Edmund back. And so Susan, with precious few other options, and Peter and Lucy to watch out for, stays.

**

When she finally lays eyes on the White Witch, the world comes to a standstill.

This woman – no, not quite a woman, a voice whispers in her mind – cuts an imposing figure.

She’s lifted high above her retinue, garbed in silver and white finery. She stares out ahead, ignoring the jeers and taunts from the crowd that has gathered. All sets of eyes are trained on this figure, and Susan can see why. Despite the cold aura the Witch exudes, warmth curls unexpectedly within Susan. The sharp line of her jaw, the rise of her brow, and the set of her high cheekbones, as though cut from marble, strike Susan in a manner so unexpected. Whether it’s because she had imagined the Witch to be far less captivating than she is, or that Susan finds this a fact worth remarking on at all, Susan couldn’t say.

And then something even more unexpected happens. The Witch turns her gaze, and it is suddenly upon Susan.

The eyes of darkest coal meet hers, and Susan feels herself falling.

She finds herself utterly ensnared, like she’s been dropped into a pool of tar, the viscous liquid of it clinging to her so she can’t climb out. It thrills her as much as it frightens her.

No other expression crosses the Witch’s face – no turn of the mouth in a sneer, no tilt of a chin in order to assert queenly control. Nothing to reveal the Witch’s thoughts as she stares right back at Susan.

Susan can feel her nerves tremble and her face grow warm. Something tells Susan she must look away, but she can’t – can’t tear her eyes from the towering figure that looms above them all.

Then the Witch passes them. She shifts her gaze forward again, and Susan feels like she can breathe once more.

**

Susan tries to sleep that night, to little avail. She should have been out like a light the moment her head hit the pillow from the day she had: from the ambush, to the encounter with the White Witch, to the extravagant, triumphant feast celebrating the Witch’s agreement to spare Edmund’s life.

And while her body is exhausted, her heart and mind race at a dizzying rate, helped little by the mead she drank earlier.

It makes the lines between waking and dreaming blurred – it makes her hear whispers, and see shadows move in and out of her vision.

It must be just the tree spirits trying to soothe her to sleep.

But then, out of the darkness, a voice rings out.

“Did no-one tell you it was rude to stare, Daughter of Eve?”

It is a regal voice, one that reverberates in the air around them, and it slices into Susan like a wintry gust of wind.

Susan tries to see if Lucy has been woken by the sound, yet her sister has not stirred at all.

It is a voice Susan has only heard once before, belonging to –

The White Witch emerges from out of the shadows, draped in similar finery from earlier that day. The only difference is that the furs she had worn have been discarded, revealing a shimmering dress, its bodice cut low enough to make Susan flush.

The Witch pins Susan down with her dark gaze, and Susan feels a familiar quivering inside her as she meets it with her own.

Susan feels her tongue curl and stick to the roof of her own mouth, almost refusing to allow her to speak. She summons the nerve to bow her head slightly, and lowers her gaze.

“Forgive me – it’s not every day one encounters a Queen, your Majesty,” Susan says carefully.

The Queen remains unnaturally still, and Susan wonders briefly if she’s said the wrong thing. But then the piercing stare the Queen had fixed Susan with relaxes slightly.

“Well, at least you’re not entirely ill-informed.”

Susan waits silently. There is more to this, surely.

“But I am curious to know, dear Susan – what exactly have they told you about me?”

Susan swallows thickly. How could she know her name?

But then, Susan thinks, as the Queen looks at her steadily, she is meant to be all-powerful – perhaps that also means all-knowing. Susan’s palms grow sweaty and the hairs on her arms stand on end.

“Many things, your Majesty.”

The Queen smiles enigmatically, an amused upturn of the lips that draws Susan’s attention once more.

“Hmm. And do you believe everything you have been told?”

The question stops Susan dead – no, of course not, that has never been true, and isn’t, even now. She almost responds in indignation, but she catches herself. The Queen’s mood has improved since she first appeared, and Susan doesn’t want it to sour.

She tries to think of an answer that won’t make her look foolish, yet will still satisfy the Queen.

She settles upon evading the question entirely.

“I don’t know anything, Your Majesty. I am just a stranger here.”

The Queen moves closer. With every step she takes, trepidation seeps further and further into Susan, rooting her to the ground beneath her.

“My brother and sister found their way here...I - I just wanted Edmund back and then we could all go home.”

It’s not enough – the Queen continues to advance on her, and Susan searches desperately for something else, something more. “The only thing I know, is -” and Susan hesitates then; she realises she does have an answer, but it is too dangerous. Too revealing. It will ultimately seal her fate.

But her traitorous tongue, which had earlier been entirely uncooperative, voices the thought anyway. Voices what has been on her mind since she had first laid eyes on the Queen.

“– is I just find myself drawn to you, Your Majesty.”

Susan expects the Queen to react in disgust, or surprise.

Instead, the Queen draws closer, closer, until she is so close that Susan can feel her breath across her cheeks. It makes Susan’s head swim.

The Queen presses two fingers beneath Susan’s chin. The touch is cool at first, but then the undercurrent of warmth running beneath the Queen’s skin makes itself known. It’s a sensation that makes Susan quiver, down to the marrow in her bones.

“Sweet girl,” the Queen murmurs softly, running her thumb along Susan’s bottom lip, “So selfless.”

Susan frowns in consternation – this is certainly not the reaction she had anticipated. It’s a feeling further compounded when the Queen’s other hand reaches up to smooth the furrowed lines of her brow.

“You’re a child who was made to shoulder the burdens of a mother.”

The Queen’s fingers still then – the warmth from her touch seems to spread from her fingers, travelling along Susan’s jaw, throat, and deep into her chest. It plucks at her heartstrings, even as an icy stab of bitterness cuts into Susan’s gut.

“All the responsibilities of a woman grown.”

The bitterness makes Susan’s gut turn – Susan cares for her sister and brothers, she does, these are just horrid times, so of course she (they all) have had to grow up, and –

“And yet you have not been able to indulge in any of the pleasures.”

The harsh sting of the Queen’s thumbnail gouging into her lip is quickly soothed by the Queen pressing her mouth to Susan’s.

It’s like the breath has been stolen from her lungs, a rush of cold almost choking her from the inside out.

A paradoxical heat curls low in her belly, and lower still, flicking between her thighs like the licking flames of the fire from that night’s feast.

It’s a kiss that chills her, yet makes her burn.

It is then that the Queen breaks away, only to murmur in Susan’s ear.

“Come to me, Susan – I will teach you everything you want to know.”

The Queen runs her fingers over the tops of Susan’s legs, circling around her hip. Susan quakes terribly then, almost collapsing into the Queen, who grips her with an iron strength that makes Susan feel like she might die then and there.

“And I will show you all the pleasures a woman can have.”

And then, the Witch disappears.

Susan sits bolt upright, with a rabbiting heart and a warmth that burns low in her gut and rises in her chest. Lucy runs to her not a moment after, heedless of her rattled state, and urges her outside after the Lion disappearing between two copse of trees on the edge of camp.

Susan wavers for a moment. Her mind is definitely still addled, but it is sound enough to recognise no good can come from following someone in the dead of night, no matter how benevolent they seemed.

As if sensing her hesitation, the regal voice from earlier murmurs into Susan’s ear.

“Come to me, Susan.”

And Susan finds herself helpless but to obey.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this : ) !

[ispeacetoomuchtoaskfor]

Well, cats is certainly accurate to my thoughts on Lucy. I just think she prefers big cats. More specifically, she likes lions.

They all like lions, it's rather inescapable for the pevensie family, but Lucy? There's no animal she loves more. There's that indisputable connection with Aslan, and then of course, their valiant spirits.

As for Edmund, well, let's look at what we know about the character and his experiences with animals in Narnia. He probably prefers the underdogs, the ones who need justice, the ones no one will expect.

All that to say- horses. It's horses. Edmund loves horses. At least, movie Edmund does. Book Edmund? It's probably elephants, the silent giants so eager to protect, intelligent and just amongst each other.

Now, Susan.

Susan is our girl who loves house cats. Not for their connection with Aslan, no. Because they're pretty and dignified, and gentle, but they have claws and they're willing to use them.

Peter likes gorillas. They're strong, protective, dedicated to their families, and, quite simply, magnificent.

What animals are the pevensies favourites . Like do they prefer the usual cats and dogs or do they lean to the unusal types like turtles and octopuses ?

[thedawntreaders]

tcon kids and instruments: what i think they would play / which instrument represents their personality!

a note: i've had 10+ years of classical music training for piano and 6+ years of performing in several ensembles. most of the descriptions given are based off my experiences with hearing these instruments in performance settings and interacting with the people who play them.

peter pevensie

snare drum. this instrument is the backbone of pretty much any orchestral/marching band ensemble; it sets the rhythm and pacing for all pieces. ask any player how they keep track of their part and they'll tell you they pay attention to the snare drum. in that way, the snare drum is a leader. but! never forget that the conductor is the one who calls the shots. you'll find that if the snare drum player decides to not listen to the conductor, they can pretty much alter the course of the song, and often for worse. in summary: peter is the snare drummer who takes charge, and aslan is his conductor.

susan pevensie

harp or lyre. i can imagine that in cair paravel, the soft, yet calculated plucking of strings would reverberate through the halls. it should be noted that susan isn't much of a performer like edmund or jill; rather, she considers this activity of hers as a pastime she dabbles in once in a while. it's peaceful and grounding to her. she does, however, have a piece ready in the event she is asked to present something, such as during a ball. that's when everyone sees how she lives up to her title, gently playing her instrument and filling the air with graceful and serene tones.

edmund pevensie

guitar or lute. edmund is a passionate performer, whether it's devising an act in the courtroom to turn the tides in his favor or plucking out a folk tune in the streets. narnians claim there's magic channeling through his fingertips as he performs, and the grave, quiet man they thought him to be, disappears into the shadows of the forest. the creatures dance, the trees hum, and the colors turn a little more vivid as he twists his tuning pegs. when he picks up the instrument on earth, his parents are convinced he must have been a guitarist in his past life. in a way, it's true.

lucy pevensie

flute. a flute's timbre is airy, light and likely to sport many playful tunes. this instrument is often at the forefront when it comes to melodies played in an ensemble, like a guiding beacon for the rest of the players to follow. in other words, i find it best representative of lucy and her character. not to mention, i can definitely picture mr. tumnus teaching her how to play a version of the flute, like his own which resembles a combination of the aulos/duduk. she carries it with her to the battlefield, lifting up the spirits of her people, and renewing them with energy that is rumored to be enchanted.

eustace scrubb

oboe. this instrument can stick out like a sore thumb in an arrangement. at times it will sound shrill, nasally, and there are many times where the conductor will ask you to back down with the dynamics. it's no wonder why it reminds me of a certain, snarky boy. however, after practicing and polishing, an oboe and its solo can be the defining aspect of a musical piece. eustace never cared for the instrument, only picking it up because there was nothing else left, and it showed. however, after a change of heart, the ensemble takes a turn for the better and he throws on the performance of a lifetime.

jill pole

trumpet. many trumpet players i know possess strong and vibrant personalities. they tend to have a mind of their own, which sometimes clash with the conductor's feedback. what jill finds enticing about the trumpet is that the instrument itself is quite tough to control sound wise. she likes a good challenge. i can imagine her being a prominent jazz player, always confident under the spotlight and improvising for her solos. to the assuming eye, she looks like a woodwind player, mellow and sweet. but come to her performances and she will knock your socks off with clear and striking brass tones.

caspian

piano. piano players are versatile in that they can take command, move people with their pieces, and have competitors at the edge of their seats or remain in the background of an ensemble, always there, but never overpowering. additionally, many ensemble pieces start off with a piano solo before having other instruments join in. these two facts mirrors caspian's lonely venture into the forest before running into the narnians and the uncertainty of his authority around peter. however, he gains confidence with time, just like a pianist who finally gets used to the weight of the keys in a new piano.

[sbd-laytall]

The Chronicles of Narnia movies are better than the books and that’s a fact. I’m joking. It’s not a fact, it’s an opinion. Now, I have read the books and I have watched the most recent movies, so I feel like I do have a sliver of credibility.

I will acknowledge that I watched the movies first, so I do have a bias as they produce a sense of nostalgia. However, I’m trying to weigh both sides, as I generally prefer book versions of stories over movie versions.

C.S. Lewis wrote these books more than fifty years ago, so it would make sense that the writing style is quite different. He uses different lingo and uses outdated terms/references. However, I’m just not the biggest fan of it all.

He’ll fill up an entire page of just one long paragraph that explains the setting. I absolutely abhor long paragraphs and long descriptions, so this would be a double negative for me. He spends a while discussing lore, which is fascinating, but sometimes it’s a little too much.

While I dislike the overall composition, I do like how Lewis writes perspectives. He tends to use third person omniscient to explore the characters’ thoughts and feelings, which I like, but I also like his narration because it feels like he truly is a storyteller.

He also doesn’t bother with scenes that he considers unnecessary, which feels like a double-edged sword. Conversations that recount stuff that we already know are cut out, which is nice, but he also keeps the battles too short. in my opinion. I just don’t like his pacing, with loads of exposition at the beginning, the journey takes most of the book, the climax is very short, and there’s barely any story left for exposition.

The movies I feel are better because they show the beauty of Narnia without having to spend oodles of time on it. They show lushness. They show whimsy. They show magic. It truly feels amazing, especially with the scores that they play. The music that plays when Lucy first arrives in Narnia is, in fact, iconic to me. The pacing is also better for me because the exposition isn’t too long, the rising action is full and tense, the climax isn’t too short, the falling action exists, and the resolution feels earned. I don’t know, these are just my opinions.

It has been noted that the characterization of the Pevensies were a little skewed in the movies. Peter was still mature, but he was also bolder and more passionate, particularly in the second movie (but it can be argued that his anger was because of trauma and trauma tends to change people). Susan was less angry and more patient. Many have argued that they switched Susan and Peters’ personalities in the movies.

Edmund, Lucy, and Eustace are more-or-less the same, but I would argue that Lucy was more prone to frustration in the books (I’m thinking of that time at the end of LWW when she was waiting for Edmund’s wound to heal, but Aslan told her to tend to other soldiers and she got testy). Caspian is less impulsive and more thoughtful (that scene in VOTDT where they were in the golden cave and Edmund was the one who was more affected by the curse, rather than how it was Caspian in the book).

I think that the characterization is better in the movies because like I said, Lewis relies heavily on plot and lore. His characters aren’t as distinct as they are in the movies. In my opinion, the Pevensies are quite bland in the books.

Peter is one that is bright and bold and in-your-face and magnificent. Susan is beautiful and smart and flawed and awesome (have I mentioned how I love that the girls get to fight more in the movies). Edmund is passionate and loving and wise. Lucy is charming and adorable and smart in her own way.

I also love how the movies portray a believable family. They fight and they bicker, and they play, and they joke; they feel like real siblings. To me, in the books, they felt like mere casual friends. In conclusion, while I am reluctantly fond of the books and can understand why they are so loved, I prefer the movies.

[gabesawinchester]

New royalty (Narnia)

Summary: You are a queen of Narnia as well as the Pevensies. The new prince of the Lone Islands is coming to Cair Paravel to meet all of you. He seems to take a liking in you.

Words: 1894

Type: Fluff / Angsty fluff / The end is a bit spicy

A/N: Hi everyone! It’s my first imagine in a while and it is quite special. I was watching Ella enchanted last week and thought Prince Charmont (Hugh Dancy) would make a perfect crossover with Narnia! I hope you guys like it. I know I do! Tell me if you’d like a part 2 or if you want to see his character again. I already have another idea for him. :)

It was known across the whole earths of Narnia by now, there was new royalty among us. Far into the Great eastern ocean, the young Prince Charmont just inherited of his father’s kingdom, the Lone Islands.

Narnians could not stop talking about him, especially the female kind. It was obvious that the prince was a very good looking young man. They all had a crush on him, and he had the brightest future ahead of him.

I woke up from the warm light of the sun shining down on my face. Yet, I could feel that the air in the room was quite chilly. A soft spring breeze was coming through the large glass door leading to my balcony. I liked to leave it ajar so I could smell the fresh scent of blooming flowers every morning. I didn’t want to get out of bed, my fuzzy white sheets were too comfortable. But as a queen of Narnia, I had responsibilities to tend to. I can’t sleep in until noon. At least, not all the time. So, I got up and flinched a bit when I felt my feet touching the cold floor. I picked up my dressing gown on the corner of my vanity chair and wrapped it around myself. I made my way outside on the balcony to admire the view. The castle was prettier than ever, everything here was just perfect. I could not help but to fall in love with this world more every single day.

I watched a bunch of birds flying away towards the ocean and stared at the waves crashing against the sand. That’s when looking at the sea, I remembered, the prince. It was today that the new prince was coming to Cair Paravel to make official acquaintances.

I rushed back inside to get ready. While sitting down to do my makeup and my hair, I thought to myself, ‘‘Prince Charmont, is it? Is that his name?’’ and ‘‘I don’t know what all the girls see in him.’’ But really, I was trying to convince myself. Whether I liked it or not, I thought he was cute. I knew I had to keep it professional, though. ‘‘It’s just business, Y/N, he’s coming here only for a little while, then he leaves is all.’’ I said while I was putting on my fanciest dress I had kept for a special occasion. Then, I went downstairs to the kitchen to have breakfast with the other kings and queens.

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‘‘Edmund, will you give me the milk, please?’’ I asked him. He finished his bite of strawberry jelly toast so he could say, ‘‘Here you go.’’, and gave it to me.

‘‘Thank you.’’ I replied while pouring the milk into my cereal bowl.

Lucy lifted her head from her plate and looked at all of us, ‘‘So, big day today! I’m so excited, he’s kind of cute. Susan, don’t you think he’s cute?’’

Susan smiled a bit, ‘‘I guess he’s just alright.’’. Lucy opened her mouth in disagreement, ‘‘Just alright? You’re joking. He’s more than just alright.’’

Peter rolled his eyes, ‘‘I don’t see what’s so special about him anyway.’’ He mumbled under his breath. ‘‘Well, someone’s jealous!’’ Edmund said, mocking him.

‘‘I’m not jealous, you are!’’ Peter snapped and threw a piece of grape at him. Edmund made a mean face to his brother and so did Peter.

‘‘Ed, Pete, stop it!’’ I told them, but now everyone’s attention was on me.

‘‘What about you Y/N, what do you think about Prince Charmont?’’ Lucy asked me almost in a melodic voice. She put her elbows on the table and held her head between her hands, batting her eyelashes. I was trapped, and I couldn’t escape.

‘‘I mean, I don’t know. He’s not really my type.’’ I tried to come up with an answer, but I was blushing like crazy.

‘‘No, no, no…’’ Lucy shook her head, and Susan added, ‘‘You’re a liar.’’

I was now scared they would make me talk, but I was saved by the sound of Caspian coming into the room. He walked towards us and said hi to everyone, he picked up an apple from the table and left right away as if he was never there. The girls watched him leave and then Lucy turned around, smirking at her sister, ‘‘Him, is he just alright, too?’’.

It was now Susan’s turn to be a blushing mess, ‘‘He’s alright.’’, she let out shyly. We all paused at her comment and laughed.

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A joyous song and all Narnians accompanied us to the front of the castle so we could welcome the prince. Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy, Caspian, and I stood side by side at the top of the stairs waiting. There was a magnificent ship not too far away and we could see the ink going down into the water. Several small boats carried people to shore. Not so long after, a group of armoured knights riding horses stopped in front of us for a second. They all said in unison, ‘‘Welcome, Prince Charmont of the Lone Islands!’’

They slowly moved to the sides of the crowd to leave place so the prince could step forward. He was exactly like everybody was saying, tall, handsome, curly hair, astonishing smile. He wore a baby blue suit with a matching cape and was riding a beautiful white horse. He got off it and walked up the stairs to join us. ‘‘Hello, thank you to welcome me in your splendid palace.’’ He bowed; we all did the same.

He then proceeded to present himself to each of us. Clearly, he was a very well-mannered guy. Of course, Peter didn’t look the happiest, but he was always polite. That’s what a High King does.

When he got close to me, our eyes locked, and no words were able to get out of my mouth. He grinned at me with his million teeth and bowed once again. ‘‘Hi, Queen Y/N, I have heard so much about you. I am Prince Charmont, but you can call me Char.’’ I stopped breathing when he took my hand and kissed the top of it.

‘‘I-Um, welcome. It’s our pleasure, Prince Charmont.’’ I stuttered.

‘‘Char, please.’’ He insisted on how to call him, still holding my hand.

‘‘O-okay. Did you have a good trip? You came a long way.’’ I asked.

‘‘Oh yes, thank you. Don’t worry, the view is worth the voyage.’’ He said, staring at me.

I was ready to lose it when Lucy came in between us to tell him that tonight was the welcoming ball in his honor and that he should get some rest. He agreed and followed her so she could show him his room. He looked at me one more time over his shoulder before entering the castle. I let out a loud sigh when he was gone. Everyone turned towards me, and I was left blushing again. Susan approached me with the biggest smirk and started to tease me, ‘’Char…’’ she said in a whisper.

‘’Shut up.’’ I told her.

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‘‘There are so many people, I thought the Lone Islands were supposed to be lonely.’’ Edmund joked. Lucy and I laughed with him. We were watching people dance all round the ball room and we would occasionally do small talk with our guests. Susan had been asked to dance by Caspian and she looked a little too happy. Peter was having a drink with some very high coveted people, and he looked happy, too.

‘‘My… I know one who hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you.’’ Lucy said to me, pointing at the other side of the room. Prince Charmont was there, talking with people, but his gaze would always return on me every chance he could. When he noticed I was looking at him too, he lifted his head up a bit as a greeting and gave me a kind smile.

I immediately turned to Lucy, she saw the panic in my eyes, and she wanted to cheer me up. ‘‘Y/N, c’mon, don’t be shy. You’re absolutely gorgeous and every guy would want a chance with you.’’ She smiled innocently. ‘‘No, Lu you don’t understand. I can’t do this! He’s not even from here and it’s supposed to be business.’’ I said, stressed out.

‘‘There is no rule about strictly business, you decided it was rule. You’re allowed to have fun, however you want.’’ She winked at me. I tried to tell her no, but she didn’t let me talk. ‘‘Anyway, he’s coming towards you now, too late!’’ She said, pushing me away. I let out a ‘‘What? No-’’, but I ended up face to face with the prince, our noses almost touching.

I backed away and apologized, ‘‘Oh my god, I’m so sorry… Prince Charmont, I didn’t mean to-’’

‘‘There’s no worry, I assure you.’’ He said, calmly, but hurt that I still called him by his full name. Then, he prepared himself to ask, ‘‘I was just wondering if you would do me the pleasure of granting me a dance?’’. He held out his hand to me.

Lucy softly kicked my leg so I would say yes, and I tried to keep a straight face because of that. But we all knew, even if I didn’t want to accept, I could not refuse a dance to our guest of honor. So, I took his hand and said, ‘‘Of course.’’

The biggest smile appeared on the prince’s face, and he led me to the center of room. He pressed one hand on my hip and the other was still attached to mine. He slightly pulled me closer to him so I could place my other hand on his shoulder, then we began to move. The orchestra was playing one of my favorite songs, everyone had started to leave us alone to go to the buffet. It was just me and him, dancing and turning. I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard the prince saying something. ‘‘I’m sorry, what?’’ I asked.

‘‘I said, you are the most beautiful girl, you know that?’’ He repeated, while continuing to dance.

My heart nearly skipped a beat, but I didn’t know what to answer, so I smiled and said nothing. He sighed softly, trying to catch my gaze. I think he knew why I was being distant, but he still wanted to ask. ‘‘Why won’t you call me Char?’’

I let go of his hand and stopped dancing. He watched me in silence, waiting for me to answer.

‘‘If I call you that, it means that I consider you like a friend, or more…’’ I told him.

‘‘Would that be such a problem?’’ He looked at me with a sad face. ‘‘Actually, yes it would be. You’re a prince, soon to be king, and I’m a queen, we have to keep things professional for the sake of our kingdoms.’’ He was staring at me so intensely, I thought he could see into my soul. He walked up to me and pulled me close once again, closer than before. He lifted my chin with two fingers so I would look into his eyes.

In a low voice, that ended up in a whisper, he said, ‘‘The thing is, I don’t think I could ever keep things professional between us.’’

‘‘My Aslan, what have I got myself into?’’

[i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend]

As It Should Be ~ Lucy x Caspian

A/N: Hello lovelies, so this is well out of my wheel house. But thanks to Shadow and Bone I am well and truly back on my Ben Barnes Bullshit. Which included re-watching the Narnia movies and then I had some feels. I'm completely ignoring the books and this is way AU but I couldn't get it out of my head. So if there's any Lucian shippers out there, this ones for you. Spoilers for the movies.

Summary: Lucy had not been ready to leave Narnia. And Caspian had not been ready for her to go. Perhaps fate still had a plan.

Characters/Pairings: Lucy Pevensie/Caspian (everyone is of age, time works funny between the realms); Edmund Pevensie, Aslan

Warnings: Fluff, a little bit of angst, pining, spoilers for the movies.

Word count: 5800 (I don't know how it happened. I just had a lot of feels)

Caspian’s voyage on the Dawn Treader had been a success on all counts. But in spite of his resolve to be a great king of Narnia and to treasure the lands and people he had been chosen to rule, the young king was sorrowful on their return journey. His crew had known better than to question him when he returned alone from Aslan’s country. Drinian put a comforting hand on his shoulder, and Caspian clasped it for a moment before giving him a meaningful nod. Drinian got the Dawn Treader sailing for home while Caspian ducked below deck for just a moment to mourn the loss of his friends. When he returned, his smile was not quite so bright as it had been when the king and queen of old had been on the ship.

The crew was happy to be going home, but they also felt the loss of their companions quite acutely. It had taken no time at all for them to love Lucy and Edmund. The younger of the Kings and Queens of old were kind and hardworking and had immediately treated them as old friends. Narnia they supposed was their great love. And while Eustace had taken some extraordinary circumstances to warm up to, he too was missed, and they all found the ship far too silent with Reepicheep’s running commentary.

Their return took nearly six months as they returned all those who had been taken by the mist to their home islands. So, while the crew was joyous to be returning home after nearly two years, everyone was weary when they finally docked on the shores beneath Cair Paravel. Drinian directed the landing team, as more sailors came to help them unload. Caspian gazed up at Cair Paravel in all its glory. It had been mostly restored before he departed, but now, it was back to its true grandure, he wished Lucy and Edmund could have seen this.

He had only a moment before his advisors were upon him, welcoming him back and informing him that a feast was already being prepared for his return. They clamored for his attention, luckily with good news. They each were reporting that peace remained and things had grown even more bountiful in the past six months. Caspian listened carefully making notes on what to discuss with them tomorrow, before finally excusing himself to clean up before the feast.

After what could only be described as the most delicious meal he’d ever had, Caspian took his time reacquainting himself with the halls of his castle. During his time away, the team in charge of the interior restoration had finished all of their projects, which included the portraits of the Pevensies at the height of their rule. He inspected each one closely, trying to find the familiar features of his friends in the older faces.

For the most part he could see it. Although it was odd to see them at that age - all older than his 23 years. Well, all but Lucy. She had been just shy of 21 when they tumbled back through the wardrobe. She was the only one who never mentioned how hard it was to go from being an adult back to being an 8 year old. But he suspected that she struggled more than she let on, though she would never tell her siblings while they suffered their own distress. His thoughts lingered on the youngest of the great kings and queens. He couldn’t help but wonder if his dear friend would look the same when she reached 20 again.

Her portrait hung beside her sister’s and one could easily spot the differences. Susan held a quiet beauty, befitting her title of Gentle. But even the stillness of a portrait could not tame Lucy’s wild beauty and adventurous spirit. He knew well the twinkle of excitement the artist had captured. It was one that never failed to bring a smile to his face.

Caspian had been captivated by Lucy during their time on the Dawn Treader. More than he’d been willing to admit, even to himself. Though he suspected Edmund had seen it. He’d even expected a brotherly talk at one point, since Peter was absent. But he merely smiled, and took every opportunity to let them be together. Drinian had also made more than a few subtle comments, but Caspian had chosen to remain silent.

While the young prince had had eyes only for Susan upon their first meeting in terms of amorous intentions, Lucy’s unwavering faith and goodness had endeared her to him. When she stood across the river with only a dagger in her hand, facing down an army with a smile he could see why she of the four was the Valiant. She was amazing, even at age 11.

Her return 3 years later, had only deepened that opinion. She had matured and Caspian found himself lost in her. He’d been telling the truth when he told her that he hadn’t found a queen as beautiful as Susan, but what he left out was that there had been none as fierce as her either.

The pair had spent every possible moment together – stargazing, checking maps, telling stories. He loved her stories. Queen Lucy the Valiant had truly been a queen of her people. While her siblings had often been on the frontlines of battle, Lucy had always been protecting the people – evacuating them, learning from the healers how to dress wounds that didn’t require her cordial. She was the most beloved of the four, even in the stories Caspian had heard before he met them. Though she would refute that claim a thousand times over.

Other stories were filled with tales of dancing with fauns and dryads. Mr. Tumnus was a frequent character, and Caspian could hear the heartache in her voice when she spoke about him. He would often take the opportunity to squeeze her hand in comfort, which she also responded to with a grateful smile. Edmund would often join in, offering tales of his own or teasing Lucy.

One time in particular, he felt the need to remind her of the time a suitor had come to court and she had been so used to dancing with the fauns during their revelries that she panicked when he had offered his hand for a formal dance.

“All you could hear in the ballroom was Tristan grunting and Lucy apologizing,” Edmund chuckled.

Lucy’s cheeks flamed red and she glared at her brother for a moment, before a smirk slid across her features.

“At least I didn’t end up in a fountain after my first kiss,” she shot back.

Edmund’s cheeks tinged ever so slightly, but his expression was wistful.

“She was lovely. And it was worth it. I hope she had a good life.”

“I’m sure she did. But I’m sure she missed you.”

The siblings shared a look, regrets and memories flowing through their minds. Once again, Caspian was struck by how much life and loss these two “children” had experienced.

Later that night, after confirming their course with Drinian, Caspian was ready to retire to the barracks area for a few hours of sleep. But as he passed his quarters which he had given to Lucy, he heard humming. Moving as quietly as he could, he neared the cabin, noting the slightly ajar door. Caspian couldn’t help the smile that crossed his lips as he watched Lucy dance to her own tune as she looked in the mirror, the steps somewhat disjointed. He slipped inside, leaning against the doorjamb, making sure she couldn’t see his reflection.

“Would you like a partner?” he finally asked.

Lucy jumped at the unexpected voice, whirling as her cheeks filled with color upon realizing she’d been caught.

“Caspian! I was just… Edmund made me remember and I thought I’d practice.”

“In case we have a ball on the Dawn Treader?” he asked, grinning wildly at her.

“Of course. I’ve been to many balls on ships,” she giggled before sobering slightly. “No, but there’s dances back home. And I’ve never been, but I suspect they don’t much care for the type of dancing the fauns and dryads do.”

The mention of home twisted in Caspian’s gut, but he pushed the thought away. He would enjoy what time he had with her. Each moment was a gift.

“Well, I don’t know how they dance in your world, but it always helps to have a partner. May I?”

She nodded, uncharacteristically shy.

He snapped to attention and made a formal bow, which made her laugh but she curtsied anyway before taking his hand. He pressed a quick kiss to her knuckles, before placing her hand on his shoulder. His right hand fell to her waist, he his left clasped hers firmly.

“’Ready?”

“Absolutely?”

He wasn’t positive, but they both sounded breathless.

He began to hum, counting the beats by gently tapping his fingers against her side. He gave it a count of 8 before he began to move. It was rough at first, they were both out of practice… and nervous if he was being honest. But after a few crushed toes, they found their rhythm and soon they seemed to float. Caspian waltzed her around the room, twin smiles adorning their faces. Before they knew it, they were simply swaying in place gazing into each other’s eyes.

“I wonder if Susan is dancing like this with her naval officer,” Lucy wondered aloud, regretting it the moment it slipped past her lips. “Oh, I’m sorry, Caspian. I wasn’t thinking.”

He chuckled and shook his head.

“Don’t worry, Lucy. I’m not upset. I’m happy that your sister is moving on with her life. No one deserves to be alone.”

“But you’re alone,” Lucy pointed out.

Not cruelly, more confused by his logic.

“I’m not alone right now. I’m with you.”

And I will take that, he thought to himself. Just this moment and whatever else I get.

“Susan and I are worlds apart. In more ways than one,” he added slyly.

Lucy gazed up at him, no longer swaying at all.

“Caspian, I-“

At that moment, the ship lurched sending her crashing into his arms. It lurched again and sent them both to the floor. A storm had reached them and they heard the crew members racing about on deck. They shared one more moment before sprinting into action.

“Your majesty.”

His chief advisor’s voice jostled Caspian from his memories.

“Lord Pallburn. How can I help you?”

“You requested updates on the refugees and the five lords.”

“Of course. We shall speak on the way to my chambers.”

Caspian shot one last look at Lucy’s portrait before leading his advisor away.

Lucy sighed quietly as she watched the happy couple spin around the dance floor.

Years ago, on a ship a world away, Lucy had been held like that. Her thoughts strayed to Caspian and his near obsidian eyes. She had thought of him often in the years since. She wondered how long it had been for him.

Was he married by now?

A father?

Dead?

No.

Her heart couldn’t bear that last one. She had to believe Caspian was alive and well and happy or she wouldn’t be able to carry on.

She shook the thoughts away and returned to the view in front of her.

Susan was absolutely radiant in her wedding dress. Her smile lit up the room as Tom held her in his arms, leaning down for a peck as the song ended. They held hands as they exited the dance floor to chat with their friends.

Peter had his younger daughter, Jane, balanced on the top of his shoes as he moved them about in a decent facsimile of a waltz. Lucy smiled as she remembered her oldest brother doing the same with her when she was much younger.

Edmund was sitting with his girlfriend Margaret and their cousin Eustace laughing quite merrily.

With the exception of her cousin, Narnia had taken on the golden tint of a fond memory. But a memory none the less. Her siblings had been content to leave it at that. Lucy could not find it in her to do the same. Narnia had always felt more like home than this world. A fractured childhood would do that to you she supposed. After all she had grown up in Narnia first.

She still knew their customs and constellations better than England’s. But she knew it wasn’t just that. Her heart lay in Narnia, or rather with the King of Narnia. Caspian had a way of making Lucy feel seen when others didn’t.

“Enjoying the party, Lu?”

She nodded as she looked to Edmund who had slipped into the seat beside her.

“It’s wonderful. Everyone is having so much fun.”

“Everyone?”

“I’m having fun,” she insisted, knowing Edmund could see right through her.

“Talk to me.”

She looked again to the dance floor, eyes flitting from couple to couple.

“Do you think that I could ever find that here?”

“Love?”

Lucy nodded again.

“What makes you think you won’t?” he pressed, avoiding her question.

“I can’t imagine finding anyone to share my life with like that. There’s so much I couldn’t tell them. I don’t know how you all do it.”

Edmund hummed in response.

“Narnia meant everything to me. It made me who I am, but the only one who needs to know about it for it to be real is me. And I’m lucky enough that I got to share it with you, and Peter, Susan, and Eustace. Margaret doesn’t need to know what made me the man I am. Only that that man is someone she wants to be with.”

Lucy regarded her brother carefully for a moment. He’d clearly put a lot of thought into this and she appreciated it.

“I guess that makes sense. I guess I’m not ready to admit that Narnia is my past. Even though I have to.”

They were quiet for a moment.

“Is that the only reason you think you won’t find love here?”

Lucy knew where he was going with this, and finally she sighed – more an exhale after holding one’s breath.

“I think I loved him,” she whispered, not needing to specify who “him” was.

“Loved?” he clarified.

“Love,” Lucy corrected.

“He loves you too for what it’s worth. I could see it. Clear as the Northern Sky.”

“I don’t think it matters much. We’re worlds apart now. He’s probably married by now. I’m not sure how I managed it, but it seems I’ve left my heart in Narnia.”

Edmund wrapped an arm around her shoulder and tugged her into his side. She leaned her head heavily against his shoulder.

“What has been lost, can be found. We just need to have faith about these things. You taught me that.”

Lucy smiled at the reassurance.

“Thank you, Edmund.”

“Anything for you. Would you like to dance? We can even pretend we’re at Tumnus’,” he offered.

Lucy shook her head, but smiled more genuinely than she had all night.

“I think I’m going to take advantage of the gardens, and get some fresh air.”

“It’s not like there isn’t air inside,” he joked making her roll her eyes.

“I’ll be back soon.”

Edmund nodded and squeezed her once more before letting her go.

“Be safe.”

Lucy slipped through the crowd unnoticed, as usual. After a few minutes walking through the gardens she happened upon the entrance to a hedge maze. Looking back at the lights of the reception, she took a deep breath and hurried into the maze, following the turns at random.

It couldn’t possibly be big enough for her to actually get lost.

Caspian perched on the rail of his balcony, one knee up as his back was pressed against the palace wall twirling Lucy’s dagger in his hand. If anyone entered his chambers they wouldn’t be able to see him unless they stepped outside. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back against the stone enjoying the cool breeze off the Eastern Sea. He had chosen this room specifically for the view of the water. It had always calmed him, and now it held an even more special place in his heart.

In the morning, he would return to his duties as king and this journey would leave the forefront of his mind to make room for diplomacy and logistics. And if his advisors had their way, finding a queen. But for now, as the wind whipped around him, he could imagine that he was back on the Dawn Treader. And if he listened closely enough, he could hear Lucy’s familiar humming. He allowed his mind to run wild with memories.

When the humming only grew louder, even after shaking himself from the sweet memories, Caspian grew concerned. Alert now for possible danger, he scanned the grounds for the source of the sound.

The beach was clear. As were the cliffs to the north. But as he turned his gaze to the south, a flash of auburn hair in the garden maze caught his eyes. She was deep within the heart of the garden without alerting the guards which was no easy feat.

Fastening his sword belt on, he sheathed Lucy’s dagger which she had gifted him on the shores of Aslan’s country.

“I think you’ll need this more than I will.”

“It shall never leave my side.”

You shall never leave my heart had remained unspoken.

Not wishing to alert the guards, Caspian scaled down the side of the castle, jumping from the lowest window and rolling to his feet.

The wind was carrying the humming to his ears quite clearly, as though it was actively helping him find the intruder. At the edge of the maze he took a deep breath before stepping inside. He allowed himself to be led through the turns by the voice, although he was nearly certain it must be a trap. Surely it was a siren or some spell luring him with his heart’s desire. But still he pursued her.

A few times it seemed they were just on the other side of the hedge from each other, but he would round the corner and find only a dead end.

Finally, he caught a flash of lavender fabric whooshing around the corner and he sped up as well as he could while maintaining his stealth. Lucy’s dagger fit comfortably in his hand. Peeking around the corner to ensure she was coming, he waited until she had passed by before leaping out and grabbing her, the dagger pressed against her throat.

“Who are you? And what are you doing here?”

She froze in his arms.

“Caspian?”

The woman squirmed in his grip enough to see his face and in his surprise he let her.

“It is you. How on Earth did you get here?” she asked.

“Lucy?” he mumbled as he released her and she turned to look at him, giving him his first good look at her.

“Yes, it’s me. I know I look a bit different. But goodness, you haven’t aged a day,”

“Lucy,” he repeated before dropping the dagger and pulling her into his arms, burying his face in her neck.

She held him just as fiercely as if he would disappear if she let go for even an instant.

“I missed you so much,” he murmured. “I thought of you every day.”

“As did I. How long has it been for you?” she asked as she lifted her head to look at him, unwilling to break their embrace any further.

“Six months and thirteen days.”

Lucy huffed out a little laugh.

“Is that all?”

Caspian already knew it had been much longer for her. Years, he guessed, given how much she looked like her portrait.

“How long?”

“Six years. Four months. Eleven days.”

She’d been counting. In spite of knowing that Aslan’s plans for Narnia did not include her.

“Oh, Lucy,” Caspian sighed.

Years. She had thought of him every day for years. The knowledge made his heart beat faster.

“It’s okay. You’re here now. How on Earth are you here?” she asked again.

Caspian glanced upward, just to ensure he hadn’t been transported to her world, but sure enough his stars remained, twinkling down at him.

“Lucy, you’re in Narnia.”

Whipping her head around to gain bearings she didn’t know she’d lost, Lucy’s expression clouded with confusion.

“But how? I was at the wedding. I just stepped out for a few minutes –“ She paused and shook her head with a serene smile. “Things never happen the same twice,” she murmured. “Or four times I suppose. I’m not sure how it’s happened, but I am glad to be home.”

Caspian’s heart both clenched and soared at the word home. But he was still stuck on the earlier revelation.

“You were at a wedding?”

His mind raced as he took in her demure dress and artful curls.

Six years, his mind screamed. Even if she had thought of him, of course she would have found someone else in that time.

“Yes,” she affirmed absent-mindedly. “Of Susan will be so cross I’ve left her wedding.”

Elation.

“Susan’s wedding?”

“Yes.” Lucy’s face dropped. “Oh, I’m sorry, Caspian.”

“So you are not married?” he asked, ignoring the apology.

Lucy’s laughter was a balm to his soul.

“Goodness, no. Not even close. The closest I’ve come to marriage was holding hands with Dennis Macmillian when we were 17. And even that was mainly because I was slipping on the ice. I’ve never even gone for a stroll with a boy.”

Caspian smiled, pulling back just enough to offer her his arm.

“Well then, please, allow me. It would be a shame to waste such a lovely Narnian evening.”

“So it would,” she agreed, looping her arms through his. “Tell me everything I’ve missed,” she insisted as they walked deeper into the maze.

“There’s not that much to tell you. We’ve only just arrived back to Cair Paravel this morning. It took us several months to return everyone to their homes before we could return. Beyond that, I’ve just received reports of peace in Narnia.”

“That’s wonderful, Caspian.”

“I’m sure your time has been far more interesting. Tell me everything.”

“Longer doesn’t always mean more interesting.”

Caspian shot her a look of disbelief.

“I’m telling the truth. After the Dawn Treader we stayed with Eustace until the end of the War. After that, once Susan, Peter, and our parents returned, I went back to school. I learned how to become a nurse.”

“Did you now?”

“Mhmm. Top of my class even. It’s been fascinating to learn, although I still think the healers here have a better bedside manner. And goodness have there been days where I wished for my cordial on the job.”

“It sounds intense.”

“It is. But I love it.”

Her smile confirmed it.

“It suits you,” he agreed.

“Besides all that, not much has changed for me. I spend most of my time working or with my family, though that’s been difficult of late.”

“Difficult? Why?” he asked with a furrowed brow.

“They’ve all become convinced I’m doomed to become an old maid. Well, not everyone I suppose. Mainly my parents and Susan. Peter would prefer it that way, over protective as he is. And Edmund, well he just wants me to be happy.”

Despite her comments, the fondness she had for her siblings still shone through.

“I’m sure they all want you to be happy.”

“I know that. I just wish they wouldn’t keep trying to set me up. I think falling in love should happen naturally.”

She glanced up at Caspian who was watching her closely.

“As do I. So it sounds to me that you’re turning suitors down left and right.”

“Hardly,” she scoffed. “Although I think Susan believes that she’ll have a better chance at marrying me off now that she’s officially taken. They’ll have to settle for the lesser Pevensie sister.”

Caspian narrowed his eyes at the assertion, footsteps coming to a halt as he turned to face her.

“In what way lesser?”

“In every way,” Lucy laughed humorlessly.

“You are Queen Lucy the Valiant. The most beloved Queen Narnia has ever seen,” he reminded her, continuing on before she could argue with him. “You are amazing. You are in no way lesser.”

His words made her smile but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“That may be who I am here. But in my world, I’m just Peter and Susan’s little sister. An afterthought.”

Caspian hated to hear her talk about herself like that.

“Then everyone in your world must be fools. You are valiant and beautiful in every world.”

Lucy found herself unable to hold his intense gaze.

“I’m not beautiful like Susan.”

He lifted her head up with a finger underneath her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“Perhaps not. But you’re beautiful like you. And brave. And kind. And loving. And a million other wonderful things.”

“No one’s ever seen me the way you do.”

“It’s an honor to know you this way, Lucy.”

He reached up cradling her cheek before sliding his fingers into her hair.

“I love you.”

It was a relief to finally say it out loud, and her smile was well worth it.

“I love you too, Caspian. I have for a long time.”

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against hers.

“I was so scared I’d never see you again,” she whispered.

“I was too. I was certain that I’d lost my chance. But you’re here now.”

“I am.” She looked around and somehow he knew she was looking for Aslan. “But I still don’t know why.”

“I’m sure Aslan has his reasons.”

“He usually does,” Lucy agreed with a smile. “I’m sure we’ll figure it out in time. For now…”

“For now, I’m just going to be grateful. And enjoy every second of my time with you.”

“I like that plan.”

They walked through the gardens for a time before Caspian escorted her up to the castle.

Sure enough they spent the next few weeks enjoying their time together. In fact the entire kingdom rejoiced at the return of their queen. But with no indication as to why she was there, soon a quiet anxiety crept in.

Neither Lucy nor Caspian were willing to make too many plans when they didn’t know when she would be returning, so instead they focused on ensuring Narnia was well taken care of. Lucy helped Caspian reinstate the High Council so that every type of creature was represented. Caspian watched in awe as the land flourished and now that everyone had a voice they found it even easier to keep peace. In fact, many days it seemed there wasn’t much ruling to do at all. So he spent more time with his people than ever, which he loved.

And he grew to love Lucy more every day. He knew at some point that she would have to leave, to return to her family, but he also knew that he couldn’t bear to be without her. His decision was made, although he was sure that many would consider it selfish.

Which is why a year after she arrived, Caspian led Lucy into the maze he had found her in.

“This is quite lovely. We haven’t done this in a while. What brought this on?” she asked as they walked.

“Well, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. And I have a question for you. And I thought this would be the best place to ask it.”

She tilted her head in question, noting the slight nervousness in his voice.

“What kind of question?”

“An important one.”

They had reached the center of the maze and Caspian led Lucy to sit on the edge of the fountain that contained a stone carving of Aslan. He hoped it would bring them the Great Lion’s blessing.

He took both her hands in his as he sat beside her on the edge of the fountain.

“Lucy, my love, ever since I first met you, you have been a source of strength and someone who I have never failed to believe in. On our first adventure I learned never to overlook you, and I am eternally grateful for learning that lesson. Because it allowed me to see you for who you are on our second adventure. On the Dawn Treader, I fell in love with you. And the day I had to say goodbye to you it felt as if my heart would never be whole again. But by the grace of Aslan, you were returned to me. And I have spent the past year falling more and more in love with you. I’m not sure how long we have left in Narnia, but I don’t want to waste another moment without asking you to be my wife.”

She gasped as Caspian shifted down onto one knee.

“There is no other I would bind myself to. I love you, Lucy Pevensie. And my only wish is to have you by my side for as long as you’ll have me. Will you marry me?”

“Of course.”

She tackled Caspian to the ground in a very unladylike move, and kissed him soundly.

“Of course I’ll marry you.”

Caspian’s smile was brilliant as he reached up to cradle her face before pulling her down for another kiss. They reveled in their new engagement alone for a while longer before deciding to return to the castle.

They were nearly out of the maze when they saw a flash of golden fur.

“Aslan?”

Lucy took off after the lion and Caspian was right on her heels. He couldn’t help but wonder at the timing.

They made it back to the fountain and found the lion himself in front of his stone counterpart.

“Aslan, it is you.”

Lucy launched herself at him, burying her face in his fur.

“Hello, dear one.” It came out in a deep rumbling laugh.

Caspian knelt before Aslan, keeping his eyes on the ground.

“Rise, King Caspian.”

“Aslan, what are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to talk to you about your future, dear one.”

Caspian felt unease coil in his stomach.

“My future here or…?”

Lucy took a step back to stand next to Caspian taking his hand in hers.

“That is your decision to make, Lucy. Your heart longed for Narnia when you returned home. You had not been ready to leave it behind. Is that still true?”

She looked to her betrothed and considered her words carefully.

“I could leave Narnia. But I cannot leave my heart. I cannot leave Caspian. Not again.”

Aslan turned his massive head towards the king – looking at him expectantly.

“Caspian?”

The king lifted Lucy’s hand to kiss her knuckles, looking to her as he answered.

“Narnia was the only home I ever knew. But Lucy is the only home I will ever need. I would leave Narnia if she wished me to. If you would allow it,” he added as he finally turned to face Aslan.

“Caspian?” Lucy gasped at him.

Aslan seemed to nod so Caspian continued, looking back to his love.

“Lucy, in the past year we’ve changed Narnia. It is ruled by its people. As it should be. They don’t need a king. But I need you.”

Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, but there was no mistaking her smile.

“Are you sure?”

“I am,” he assured her.

Lucy kissed him for a moment, before turning to Aslan.

“Aslan, is it possible?”

He huffed a laugh and nodded with a shake of his mane.

“Yes, dear one. It is possible. All is as it should be with Narnia thanks to you. But you both must be sure.”

They shared a look before turning back to Aslan.

“We’re sure,” they said in unison.

“But we must not abandon Narnia this time,” Lucy insisted. “I want to say goodbye properly.”

“Of course. You two can stay as long as you like, you have earned that. When you are ready return to this fountain and take the path behind it.”

They both peeked around as the hedge directly behind Aslan’s statue opened up. If she listened closely Lucy could hear the music of the reception.

“You’ll be returned to when you left,” Aslan answered her unspoken question.

Lucy hugged him again and Caspian joined in this time.

“Thank you, Aslan.”

“Thank you, for all you have done for Narnia. It is better for knowing you, dear heart.”

Lucy and Caspian were married after six months on the day before they stepped down and allowed the high council full rule over Narnia. Surprisingly, no one begrudged them their decision. Narnia was happy and they saw that they could rule themselves and be their own heroes.

Two years to the day after Lucy arrived, they said their final goodbyes to the land that had given them so many gifts, the dearest of which was each other.

Hand in hand they entered the maze and followed the turns to the center. With one last look at the great stone lion, they walked through the hedge behind him, coming out into a dark night. Lucy was once again in her lavender bridesmaid dress. Luckily she had had the foresight to have a suit made for Caspian so he would blend in.

“Shall we?” she asked, excited to see her family after so long. Well so long for her. Just moments for them.

“Are you sure I shouldn’t just wait here until after the wedding? How are we going to explain me just turning up?” Caspian asked, daunted by the new world around him.

It was louder than Narnia, and undeniably strange. Lucy cupped his cheek, and kissed him.

“The evening is nearly over. The others will want to see you. You were at the other party and we ran into each other in the garden. You’re an old friend from our time with the professor. And I insisted that you come say hello and congratulate Susan in person.”

“You’ve thought about this,” he teased, considering the plan in his head.

“Of course. It was the first thing I thought when you threatened me with my own dagger,” she reminded him with a mocking look.

“Oh really?” Caspian chuckled, quirking an eyebrow at her.

“Yes. Right after ‘he’s here. Maybe I get to be loved after all’.”

“You are so loved, my valiant Lucy. And I shall love you forever. In every world.”

She smiled up at him, blissfully happy.

“And I you, Caspian.”

They shared one more kiss before walking hand in hand back to reception. Everything was as it should be.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this. I've got loads of Ben Barnes feels lately and this is how I'm dealing with it lol. Thanks for reading!

[lord-of-christmas-lights]

I could post regular Narnia headcanons...

Or I could post the continuation of this post and go into depth about how Eustace and Caspian are affected by deity Narnia. Welcome back to Inhuman Narnia 101 and it turned out just as long as the first one so buckle up.

Check out this post by @dorianviolet for another awesome version of Inhuman AU Caspian

Warnings for slight body horror mentions including blood magic stuff, slight religious themes and theological discussion towards the end.

Before anything: This AU directly contradicts canon a lot. I don't care, that's why it's called an AU. Some of it is deliberate, some of it is accidental. I haven't read the books in a number of years, so this is all based on the movies and general information I've picked up from fanfic and tumblr. Discussion on this post is welcomed, criticism and arguments are not. Thank you.

First off, here is the link to an exploration of Dragoning, the Eustace-centric fic I wrote about this. I refer to it repeatedly in this post so if you want the full thing, there it is.

Second, let's get into this. So in my last post, I talked a lot about Narnia, her general existence in this AU, and her motivations as a character. She wants the people in her world to be a part of her, and no one else. Some of this is a conscious choice, and some of it isn't. Eustace's changes throughout his time in VOTDT are definitely not purposeful. It was his greed that drove him to the treasure, it was his own "curse" in becoming a dragon. That was not Narnia reaching out to him and purposefully trying to mold him to her world. As such, he takes on more of an observing role.

Eustace doesn't ever actually directly address his cousins on the subject of their inhumanity, in this fic or in any other I write. He simply sees it, notes it happening, and moves on. Even in the sections in my fics where the subject of inhumanity in general is brought up between Eustace and one of his cousins, it's always about Caspian, the greater Narnian world, or himself.

"Eustace asks why, and Lucy answers. Narnia changes people, she says. It happens to everyone, but the closer you are to her Heart, the greater it is. I don't know where Dragons are. Perhaps closer than we realized. It's exhilarating, isn't it? Aslan will return us to normal though, at the end of our journey." - AEOD

I don't know why, but I don't like the idea of Eustace trying to directly address the Pevensie brand of inhumanity. That line above takes place after his UnDragoning, after the way he sees things has changed, and I see it as him asking what exactly has changed, you know, why are Dragons different than boys?

That brings me to how Eustace himself changes. Now, if he hadn't gone and turned into a Dragon, I imagine Narnia wouldn't have taken much note of him. He's a random human, stuck-up, not at all in line for ruling her lands, and just kind of exists without much else going on. She still would have affected him a little, as she does to all humans in her world but it would have been almost entirely spiritual with no physical changes. And then we got the greatest fuck around and find out scene ever. He becomes a Dragon.

I love dragons, always have, I have a very deep spiritual connection to these creatures, and as such, I have gone all out on worldbuilding for Narnian Dragons. Again, the quote from AEOD, "...the closer you are to her Heart, the greater it is. I don't know where Dragons are. Perhaps closer than we realized." In the Inhuman AU, Dragons were the first creatures Narnia (the deity) and Aslan made when they created Narnia (the world). They just really liked the dragon shape from other worlds and thought, "Hey wouldn't it be cool if our world was populated by these big fire-breathing lizards?" Now I don't actually remember how often Dragons are mentioned and/or featured in the books so I'm going with my idea that Dragons are a somewhat rare but not extinct species. They have to be created through magical means, often through physical transformation of people or objects, though there are a few known cases of natural-born Narnian Dragons. Eustace's creation was the curse on the treasure, though I don't see his Dragoning as a curse itself. As in, the curse isn't in the being a Dragon, it's in how the Dragon was created. So, Eustace experiences this accidental change into a creature that's closer to Narnia's Heart than pretty much any other being in Narnia. They were her first creations, forged from the fire in the Stars, and they are the closest to her magic. And that gets her attention.

Now, if you went and read AEOD, you'll have noticed that one of Eustace's biggest changes (aside from the obvious physical ones) is his vision. This is just a natural thing for Dragons, they are far more in tune with magic and the earth and everything than everyone else, but Narnia's special interest in him definitely amplifies the hell out of his magic sense.

"The people here say dragons see the oddest of things, and he has to assume it's a hallucination....He refuses to give into its whims, reminds himself it's just his imagination. Until Reepicheep comments on it." - AEOD. Following this quote, Reepicheep mentions to Lucy that her inhumanity is returning faster than Edmund's and Eustace has a total panic attack at the idea that what he's seeing is real. He sees what everyone else does, Lucy's stained fingers and Edmund's ability to manipulate words, but he also notices stuff no one else does like the stars in Edmund's throat and the echoes that follow Lucy's words. This is further cemented after his UnDragoning, where the extra stuff he perceived has vanished. Now the general idea in this AU is that the closer to Narnia's Heart you are, the more you know and perceive. Everyone can see some of the more obvious inhuman aspects of the Pevensies, but there are things that only Dragons, druids, Stars, and some other magic folk really close to Narnia's Heart see. I'm not going to get into an exact chart of what certain characters can and cannot see because that can change over time and such and I'd rather leave it mostly up to personal interpretation on what other characters do and do not perceive about the Pevensies and other such inhuman characters.

(Side note—I had to pause in the writing of this post here to go to my second meeting for an autism assessment and I think if I just showed the doctor my notes app and the inhuman/dark fantasy narnia tag on my blog, I'd get the diagnosis instantly lol) So anyways, Narnia senses Eustace becoming a Dragon and is like "Ooohoo what's this?" and starts sort of digging into him in the same way she does to her Kings and Queens. This triggers his already enhanced perception of Narnia (the world) to get even stronger, and this is when he starts seeing stuff like people's souls, Caspian's second heart (more on that soon), and looking at Lucy/Edmund/Lilliandil becomes almost painful because Narnia's magic is so bright in them. Aslan then UnDragons him, which Narnia really doesn't like btw, and Eustace is back to being a fairly average human.

This is where stuff established in AEOD ends.

Now I have so many ideas and half finished fanfics written out in my notes app about Eustace, UnDragoning, and inhumanity and it would be impossible to cover them all here, so I'm just going to go with the highlights. One of my favorite ones is the idea that after Eustace's UnDragoning, he still feels very connected to being a dragon. He's had this taste of pure inhumanity, and something like that doesn't just leave a person. There's a fic I read once long before I was fully invested in this fandom about Eustace and draconity that I will never stop thinking about and was actually the reason I started considering Eustace and Narnian Dragons in this AU. One of the really important things to note is that once a Dragon is created, they can never be uncreated. They can be UnDragoned, where their physical form is returned to whatever it was before their Dragoning (a rock, a talisman, a faun, etc) but their soul has changed on a fundamental level to that of a Dragon. Now for Eustace in my Inhuman AU, this manifests spiritually as a deep longing to return to being a Dragon. Physically, he experiences fun side effects like increased heat tolerance, nails that grow faster than normal, and because Narnia likes to meddle, a single ridge of scales along his spine. In some versions of my drafts, he stays at the end of VOTDT and experiences a slow Dragoning because Narnia's influence on him is that strong, other versions he stays but never quite returns to the Dragon he was before, and in yet other versions, he returns to England and loses that connection enough that physically, he will never be a Dragon again. As I said, Narnia is fascinated by him, she's never really had a human Dragon before, but he is still just a random guy who happens to be related to the Pevensies and as such, she doesn't invest as much time or magic into his inhumanity.

So that's Eustace. This is already such a long post but I promised to talk about both him and Caspian so here we go.

Now, in my last post I talked a bit about how Narnia (the deity) affects the other humans in Narnia (the world) to an extent, but it's nowhere near the amount she does to her Kings and Queens, and also this diminishes more and more the farther you get from Narnia (the country). Telmar is fairly close to Narnia (the country) but as we see in PC, a lot of Narnia's magic and spirit has been diminished by the time Caspian is born. Up until the awakening of the land during the battle, Caspian is essentially 100% human. However, this changes very quickly.

It's hard to pinpoint the exact moment Caspian becomes a King of Narnia. Is it when he refuses to kill Miraz? Is it when Aslan tells him he's one? Is it during his actual coronation? Yes, yes, and yes. I try not to pin it down to an exact moment. By the end of PC though, he's definitely noticing some changes in himself. I have an unpublished part 2 to an exploration of Inhumanity (my only other actually posted fic on this stuff) that I swear I will clean up and get posted soon that goes into further detail on the changes he's noticing at the end of AEOI. Some of the big ones include a second golden heart, seeing some of the life magic in the world around him, and a golden glow on his palms. He also slowly develops the ability to heal, though it's not always consistent. Magic takes practice, lots and lots of practice. In pt 2, the glow on his palms has gotten so bright and also spread around his head like a halo, and Lucy shows him how to conceal it so he's not impossible to look at, but because of Magic™ there's still a dusting of golden powdery stuff across his skin. His blood turns golden because Ben Barnes + golden blood is such pretty imagery, and like the others, it gets sucked down and absorbed into Narnia's Heart when he bleeds in battle. Also when I say he's got a second heart I mean he's got a second fucking heart. Ribcage shift and all. (His appearance doesn't actually change, it's more like a pocket dimension thing going on inside him, but he sure as hell can feel it happening). Having Narnia as a patron goddess just means you have to put up with a second puberty sometimes lol.

Anyways, there's a line in AEOI that I feel explains this stuff really well. "He cannot truly protect the land without becoming a part of it himself." Narnia changes her Kings and Queens because she wants them to be a part of her. Aslan doesn't really see these changes as necessary (in canon, a world without deity Narnia, they don't happen), and if the storyline we pick is the one that's the constant cycle of humanity and inhumanity, it's sort of a push and pull between them. Aslan wants the Pevensies, and by proxy anyone else who rules Narnia or experiences these changes, to keep their humanity, to stay as they were Created by him. Narnia, however, wants them to be as much a part of her as she is of them. It's very clear in both the books and the movies that Narnia (the world) is where these characters belong. In the end, they all come home to her (yes, Susan too because fuck Mr. Clive Staples Lewis). Caspian being anything less than fully inhuman is something she cannot handle. She is constantly having to recreate the Pevensies, reestablish her hold on them, only to have them return to England and become mostly human again. Caspian cannot be taken away from her, he is in this world by birth and she is going to do everything she can to shape him into the ruler he needs to be.

Once again, I would like to state that Aslan and Narnia are not opposing sides of good and evil. Gods cannot be defined by human standards, and to think either Narnia or Aslan completely in the right or wrong in this AU would be, well, an interesting standpoint, but really not the one I'm going for here. I'm not going to say it's a misinterpretation, I am very open to hearing people's thoughts on this AU, and everyone's going to see things differently. Just, please reread what I've written about them before you start making that argument.

Anyways, that wraps this post up because I have spent the better part of the past 6 hours writing this. I spent way more time on Eustace than I intended but it's just so fascinating to think about inhumanity from his perspective considering he's the only one in canon that actually was (briefly) inhuman. Again, if you got this far, congratulations! If you use any of my ideas mentioned here, please tag me, I am so starved for inhuman Narnia content lol.

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what are ur thoughts on edmund pevensie

aah I'm so glad someone asked!! thank uuu <3

My thoughts on Edmund Pevensie? Mr. redemption arc boy? My sassy bean? Sulky little shit boy? Oh my god where do I start.

(putting under the cut because this gets unnecessarily long and my mutuals are tired of me)

Edmund Pevensie is a horrible little gremlin who turns into a delightful little gremlin over the course of one book/movie and ends up being one of the best characters in the series. I don't know whether to rant about book!Edmund or Movie!Edmund, but I supposed I could do both?

So pre-redemption, Edmund is a generally awful person. I really like that. Whenever we get a redemption arc in modern media, it's usually 70% defending why Character A is actually a sad emo child who was neglected and actually you know what? It's everyone else's fault that this person does shitty things (i.e. k*lo ren, vanya hargreeves, mcu wanda, etc).

Edmund is a truly hateful person and canon DOES NOT APOLOGIZE OR VALIDATE IT. Even in the movies (where they make him more sympathetic by drawing attention to the fact that Edmund is a child being manipulated by an abuser) they recognize the fact that he was a nasty person before the White Witch ever came into play.

I LOVE that. I love a redemption arc. And the only way a redemption arc really, truly works is when the character being redeemed is a Bad Person. It makes it so, so much more satisfying when the character finally comes to their senses and Does The Thing that starts/completes their arc.

AND EDMUND'S IS TOP TIER. In the books, it's a bit less explicit, but by the time he finally reaches Aslan's camp and talks to Aslan, he's pretty much made a full 180. He is immediately forgiven by his siblings and the Narnians and when the White Witch turns up, he is unafraid. He has full confidence that Aslan knows what he's doing. In the Battle of Beruna, he's the only person smart enough to realize that going after the White Witch's wand is the best tactical move. There is no clear "heroes redeemed journey" (as i'm calling it). Edmund realizes that he was wrong, accepts Aslan, and helps defeat the White Witch.

The movie makes Edmund work a bit more. He's forgiven by his sisters', but not quite by his brother. It's vague whether or not the rest of Narnia has forgiven him. When the White Witch arrives, he shows visible fear. It's only after he breaks the White Witch's wand and dies/nearly dies doing so, that he's allowed to be fully redeemed and forgiven by his brother.

I have conflicting feelings about how both of these narratives are different and the indicators thereof of said differences, but that's a whole other meta post I don't have room for. What I can definitely say I do love about Movie!Edmund's redemption arc is how they conclude it. In the book, you don't actually see the moment where Edmund breaks the White Witch's wand and it's more inferred than directly stated that she's the one who wounded him. He also doesn't come as close to actual death in the books.

In the movie everything is absolutely fucking perfect. They start out the battle with Edmund looking unsure of anything except Peter and they end it with Edmund dying (?) in front of him. The moment where Edmund decides to defy Peter one last time and break the wand? 14 year old me was losing her SHIT. They literally could not have concluded his arc better. 10/10 Disney.

Prince Caspian--books and films--gives us a clearer picture of who Edmund is after his redemption arc. He's still kind of snarky, but 100% a ride or die for his siblings. He believes Lucy when she says she sees Aslan, supports Peter and Caspian in their quest to get Caspian on the throne, and is the most level-headed character in the book. He is also incredibly sulky in the books and 1000% done with Trumpkin's shit. It's delightful. They translate this in movieverse for him being 1000% done with Peter's shit which is even better. He does not really have an arc or plotline, but as a supportive character he's a 10/10.

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader has my favorite Edmund. This is an Edmund without his older siblings. This is an Edmund who gets to bond with Lucy, Caspian, and Eustace and have wacky sea adventures. The Lucy/Edmund dynamic is STRONG and I am living for it. Both of them banding together to hate Eustace for half the book? 11/10. Both of them banding together to love Eustace for the other half of the book? 14/10.

Also, this is the book where we find out Edmund reads detective novels. Which is adorable and so in character for him.

Oh my god let's talk about Eustace and Edmund. After Eustace tells Edmund about what happened with him and Aslan and apologizes for being a dick? Edmund is immediately there to reassure him that all is forgiven, and actually? Edmund was a worse person his first visit to Narnia. (Pls get some self esteem Edmund.) Let's talk about Eustace and Edmund being protective over Lucy (who doesn't really appreciate it, but it's adorable just the same).

Movie!Edmund in this story is also a snarky delight, but the main thing that jumps out to me is HE AND CASPIAN ARE SO GAY FOR EACH OTHER HOLY SHIT. LIKE THEY TRIED TO PUSH LUCY/CASPIAN FOR A HOT SECOND AND THEN GAVE UP BECAUSE CASSMUND IS LIVING THEIR BEST GAY PIRATE LIFE.

Oh we should probably talk about Edmund in the Horse and His Boy. Yeah, this one is a real delight because we actually get to see grown up Edmund. There are so really awesome moments here, especially with him and Susan. My favorite is where he basically tells her, "yeah if you married that dick prince I would have totally hated you for it. thanks for making a good choice on that." Lmao. It's really interesting to see him more measured and mature in this book.

So anyway, to cut this rambling reply short. Edmund Pevensie has been my favorite character since I was 11 and first read the Narnia books and he continues to be in each adaption of the series. Can't wait for the Netflix adaption.

(ask me about book vs. movie meta, cassmund analysis, the problem of susan, or anything else narnia related for more ramblings <3)

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Peter Pevensie- Courting

Hi, for your character and love language thing, if you write for Peter Pevensie can you do Peter Pevensie and physical touch as the love language? and if you are still open for love language requests, can i request one with Peter Pevensie and gift giving? i love giving gifts that show how much you pay attention to the things they love and For the love languages thing: Peter Pevensie and physical touch @thegrxywitch

A/N: Peter deserves love :))))) lil grumpy king

Even after nearly a month of courting Peter still couldn’t stop his palms from sweating when you appeared in the gardens that day, eyes bright and cheeks rosy from a secret bashfulness he didn’t understand. Your hands were tucked behind your back as he stood, moving to pull your chair out for you. His hands and feet fell clumsy as he stumbled in the grass, hands clamping down quickly on the back of your seat as he tried to stay upright. 

“H-here, princess,” Peter coughed, trying to cover up the stutter that slipped out. He was mentally cursing himself. Riding into battle was far easier than courting he had told Edmund after his first meeting with you and it had remained true. But his troubles weren’t because he was having a hard time in your company, it was because he had grown to love your company and the sugar sweet smiles you gave him. 

Peter had thought you false at first. Always smiling, always giggling at his jokes, always happily taking his hand when he asked you to dance. He had suspicions you were much like every other woman and princess he had encountered thus far upon deciding he was ready for marriage and deciding having another queen might be beneficial to other lands and his own. Lucy had pouted terribly for days, upset her older brother had tossed love away. Susan had gotten her nose into every lady’s business, making sure Peter would have someone who was worthy of him. Edmund had rolled his eyes and claimed he would never marry. 

He’d been indifferent about the whole process despite his siblings fussing, and lack thereof (that night he had bet with Lucy that Edmund would be the next to be wed). But since that day his feelings had completely changed and you were the culprit for his change of heart. You weren’t false in any way, you were just happy in his presence and it took away his breath to think about. 

He would’ve continued his suspicions thoughts if he hadn’t seen a Lord approach you during one of the many balls that he hosted. Peter had only been seeing you for less than two weeks then but he had already grown attached so he had inched closer to you and the Lord and eavesdropped even if it made his ears burn red with shame as he thought about it. As the man spoke your frown had dropped from your face immediately and your posture had grown more rigid. There was no delicate laugh, no rosy cheeks. You were more icy than the wicked witch that had plagued Narnia once long ago and he felt an odd mixture of pride and fear then. 

Now, he felt only fondness as you laid your hand atop his. “Please, my King, call me Y/N,” You insisted and his stomach flipped giddily seeing as you hadn’t dropped your free hand away from his. Peter was so distracted he didn’t even realize you had a wrapped gift in your other hand that now rested on your lap as you settled into your chair. 

Peter cleared his throat and mind and pulled his hand from yours so that he could take his place across from you. He was hyper aware of every step he took and word he said. You were perfect in his eyes and he had fallen head over heels. You would never use his emotions for your gain nor would you laugh him for how quickly he had realized he wanted nothing more than to be yours however a part of him wondered if you felt the same. 

“Then please, call me Peter,” 

Your eyes crinkled at the corners as you grinned unabashedly at the king who had stolen your heart with the mixture of his maturity and his boyish embarrassment every time you did something as simple as touch his hand. Since your first meeting he had made your heart skip around in your chest and even after youd removed your corset that night for bed the palpitations had continued at the thought of him. Your handmaid confirmed you weren’t being crushed by your clothing and it was likely you had taken a fancy with Peter. 

“Okay Peter,” You winked playfully and his lips twitched upwards in a dopey smile. His shoulders drooped and he leant his elbows on the garden table, the hedges around him blooming beautifully but he was taken with you.

He opened his mouth but realized only when you had interrupted him with an “Oh!” that he wasn’t quite sure what he’d been about to say and you had more than likely saved him the shame of saying something odd like, marry me for the love of aslan you’re perfect for me. 

“I um... Got something for you,” You muttered, hands fiddling with your skirts for a moment before you presented him with the neatly wrapped package. You kept your eyes downcast and thought you did have a shyness about you he didn’t think he’d ever seen you so unsure and it tugged at his chest painfully. 

His hands encased yours, the package nestled between the two of your clasped fingers. “Oh darling, you didn’t need to,” The term of endearment slipping past his lips without a thought but you seemed to gain some confidence from the name, your smile widening back to it’s blindingly bright volume. 

“I know I wanted to,” You insisted, pushing the package further into his hands. “It was just something you mentioned some time ago and when it caught my eye I knew I had to get it for you,” 

Peter wasn’t sure how to respond so instead he took the package reverently, setting it gently on the table as he tried to decide how best to unwrap it so there wouldn’t be a single tear in the paper you had obviously worked so hard at getting wrinkle free. 

“Pete,” You giggled. “It’s just paper, please just tear into it,” 

With that push, Peter let himself eagerly open whatever it is that you thought he must need. His mind was reeling trying to remember what he had mentioned to you in passing that had seemed so important. His stomach flipped and flopped when he couldn’t think of anything. It went to show how closely you had paid attention he realized as he soon had a beautiful leather bound journal in his hands, the pages lined with gold as they shone in the comfortable summer sun, a light breeze shuffling them as he thumbed through the empty pages. 

“Y/N,” Peter gasped. “It’s stunning, where did you find it?” He remembered now on your second meeting that he had mentioned needing to get a journal to keep track of his busy day and busy thoughts and busy everything as he had been feeling particularly overwhelmed that day and you had taken it to heart instead of brushing it off as duties he had to deal with. 

“A market in the town square,” You spoke lightly as if it was nothing but Peter knew how crowded they could get and you mentioned that crowds could sometimes be stifling. It added the gift even more and he felt special. He had always been viewed special in different ways, Peter thought

. As the eldest sibling he was held above others, he had to be the mature and cool one. As king he had duty upon duty thrown in his lap and because of his age difference to his capable brother he felt he needed to take on the higher work load. Those were things that could make him feel special but they held a consequence and a weight whereas you made him feel important, king or not,  eldest brother or not. 

He stretched his hand out for yours and when you placed your hand in his he brought your knuckles to his lips eyes glued to yours as the both of you felt your cheeks growing warm. 

“Truly, this is perfect,” He praised once again, hoping you knew how much he loved the gift.  “Y-you’re perfect,” Peter added, needing you to know, his fingers still laced with yours. 

You nearly squeaked, eyes wide. “I’m far from perfect Peter-” 

“Not to me, you exceed any other person I’ve ever met,” He was feeling oddly sentimental as he brushed his fingers over the gorgeous lettering you had added of his name. 

“Thank you,” Was all you could think to say, squeezing his hand and hoping he knew just what it meant to you, just what he meant to you. 

He squeezed back, a softness taking over his gaze. You were certain then that Peter Pevensie knew just what he meant to you and you were beginning to see that his feelings were very much the same. 

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Request: hiii, how are you? Can you write a Peter Pevensie X female reader in which she is at Miraz's castle and she is maybe Caspian's bf or sister idk and they save her and Peter likes her. A happy ending if possible. Thanks a loooot

Requested by: anon

Pairing: Peter Pevensie X fem!reader

Setting: Caspian's time

Warning: violence, blood, death of minor characters (very minor), what if, angst

P.s. if you find any mistake please correct me, English is not my mother tongue and I want to improve. Reblog, if you can, it helps a lot, thank you💕

P.p.s. gif belongs to the creator

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Miraz's Castle was a proper maze: Peter was running through the corridors hoping to find the way out without having to ask Caspian. He was still mad about his deviation, thanks to him the plan was totally screwed up.

"Wait, we need to take someone with us" Caspian said and suddenly stopped, he turned left and crossed a small aisle, Peter and Susan couldn't see where it led.

"Can we stop waisting time?" Susan whispered while following him, Peter was about to go ballistic. The aisle eventually ended up and led to a big brown door.

"What on Earth are we doing here?" Peter asked, his voice filled with frustration and his hand almost squeezing the hilt of his sword.

"My mentor, Doctor Cornelius, he has an apprentice who appears to be my best friend, I want to take her with us" He said while slowly pulling the handle of the door down. Peter and Susan exchanged a look and checked if someone was around. The heavy door opened with a mild squeaking. Caspian looked inside and tensed up: she seemed to be nowhere to be seen.

"Maybe she escaped"Susan whispered while taking a look inside the room. "Impossible, she knew that she would have endangered Cornelius, she couldn't even know that I sat him free" Caspian said nervously, he was starting to panic: she was the only person, besides Cornelius, that he really cared about.

"Let me check" Peter impatiently said and pushed the door, he took a step inside and before he could see anything he felt the cold of a blade's tip behind his back.

"Not another step" A female voice firmly said, he let go of his sword and raised his hands. "Y/n, it's me, Caspian" The boy whispered and the girl immediately turned back.

"Caspian, I thought you were dead" She said and hugged him, the boy gently caressed the back of her head, in an almost fraternal way. Peter turned around and, as soon as she unknotted the hug, he saw her: he didn't know what to expect, but he certainly did not imagine that she would have been that beautiful. Her Y/e/c were intense and fixed on his, her Y/h/c were morbidly framing her face, she had pink lips and she looked fierce. Peter noticed she was not wearing an elegant dress: she was wearing a pair of beige colored trousers and a white big shirt tucked in her trousers, a pair of boots completed her outfit. She was probably ready to escape or fight.

"These are..."

"I know who you are. You are Queen Susan, the Gentle" She interrupted Caspian and pointed at Susan, she nodded. Then the girl turned toward the blonde boy again.

"And you must be King Peter, the Magnificent. You are in every single illustration of the ancient books but I thought you were just legends" She said intensely looking at the young King, Peter smiled.

"Well, we ruled a lot of centuries ago, Y/n" He joked and she gave him a hint of a smile, she liked how her name sounded when told by him.

"I'll explain everything, Cornelius must be waiting for us, we have to go now" Caspian said all the rest of them nodded, she took her sword and they left the room. They crossed the castle while the noises of the soldiers preparing for the battle was filling their ears.

"What's the plan?" She asked, Caspian looked at her as if she had made a mistake by asking that thing. "The plan has been delayed, but we open the gate now and let our army in" Peter said and she opened her eyes wide.

"Not to be a party killer, but I guess you just lost the surprise element and Miraz is not the kind of man who make prisoners" She said and Susan looked at Peter in concern, he kept walking toward the gate. "Peter!" She called in his name in order to draw his attention.

"Our troops are just outside, come on" He said and while crossing the entrance courtyard to reach the gate. The three of them followed him.

"Now Ed, now, signal the troops!" He screamed while grabbing his sword and killing one of Miraz's men. She took her sword too, ready to fight, while looking toward the tower: she saw a boy and thought that he must have been King Edmund.

"I'm a bit busy, Pet" He answered while fighting against a man. She looked around and realized that Miraz's army was surrounding them, there was no time.

"Peter, it's too late. We have to call it off while we can" Queen Susan screamed trying to make him think clearly but he was already spinning the wheel to open the gate. Y\n looked at Caspian: they knew they were screwed up. They grew up in that castle and they knew that it was a impossible to take.

"No, I can still do this. Help me" The King screamed and they started to help him.

"Exactly who are you doing this for?" Queen Susan asked while y\n and Caspian exchanged a look filled with confusion.

As soon as the gate opened, all sorts of creatures y\n had never seen before flocked inside: minotaurs, centaurs, mice as big as cats, dwarfs, fauns. She didn't thought that Narnia's population still existed. She was fascinated.

"For Narnia!" King Peter screamed raising his sword. She did the same together with Susan and Caspian and the battle begun.

It was impossible to win, too many men were surrounding Peter's army, but they still fought with such a passion. At a certain point, a man pushed her on the floor by hitting her back, she lost the sword; she turned around and saw the man pointing a sword toward her face. Y/n was about to kick him when an arrow came out from his chest. His body crumbled on the floor and she saw Susan behind him, her expression concerned.

"Stay behind me" Queen Susan kindly told her while Y/n was standing up and picking up her sword. Another man ran toward them and she pushed Susan aside before stabbing him.

"Or you stay behind me, your Highness" She said and took a quick bow, she was surprised. Y/n turned left and saw King Peter looking at them with an amused smile on his face.

The battle went on for a time that seemed infinite, but they were losing. At a certain point the gate started to fall down: a minotaur stopped the heavy gate and king Peter looked at him in concern, he finally had realised.

"Fall back, we need to retreat. Get her out of here, now" He started to scream while commanding to a centaur to save his sister. He took Susan on his back and ran toward the exit. Caspian and Y/n stole two horses and reached Peter.

"Take this, your Majesty" Y/n said while passing him the reins. He took them and nodded in gratefulness. Caspian jumped on the back of the other horse and was about to take her when a man hit her on her aarm with his sword, a deep cut opened on her skin. She screamed and took her sword

"Get the hell out of here, I'll bring her" Peter said and Caspian looked at him as to warn him to be careful to her; he started to ride toward the exit, Cornelius following him on another horse.

Y/n killed the man stabbing him in his chest and Peter pulled her on the horse. She crossed her arms around his torso and felt his heart pounding under her hands.

"Fall back" He kept screaming while riding toward the gate. As many creatures as possible followed them, others were laying on the floor. She looked around and felt her heart heavy: they lost. As soon as the King crossed the gate, the minotaur let himself go. The gate crushed on him with an unpleasant thud: many were still inside. Peter stopped the horse and turned to look at them: she could feel his chest raising and lowering quickly as if it was hard to breath for him. She looked at him and noticed his watery eyes. She gently squeezed her arms around his torso and leaned her hand on his shoulder , as to comfort him.

"Peter..." She whispered as to invite him, he looked at her and touched her hands before turning back to a scene he would never had forgotten.

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Everyone was painfully quite during whole way back. Y/n kept hugging Peter with her head was still resting on his shoulders. The wound stopped pulsing at a certain point, because Peter had ripped the edge of his own shirt to bandage up her arm.

Arriving at the rock building and witnessing the argument between Caspian and Peter had been even worse. The air was tensed up after the fight and the general mood was on pieces.

"Are you okay?" Queen Lucy kindly asked Y/n while she was during her own wound. "Yes, your Majesty, it's just a cut" She said while stitching the wound. Luckily Cornelius has taught her how to medicate. As soon as she was done, she went outside: Peter was sitting on a rock, his eyes stuck on the horizon.

"Your Majesty, are you okay?" She gently asked while sitting next to him. He looked at her, his deep blue eyes filled with sadness.

"Please, call me Peter" He said with a calm voice and took her arm, he gently caressed the fresh bandage. "Does it hurt?" He asked and looked at her, she shook her head.

"I'm fine, I stitched it" She said and he gave her a glimpse of a smile before letting her arm. "This is my fault, I have rushed this and a good King doesn't act like this" He whispered looking at the rest of his army.

"Peter, you did what you thought was best, but you are human. A mistake doesn't make you a bad King" She said and caressed his arm, he runner his fingers through his own hair before looking at her.

"You helped me calming before, and you are helping now, thank you" He said and smiled at her, she did the same. "Peter, you will fix this, don't dwell on today and do not feel like you need to prove your worth, your people are already aware of it" She kindly explained to him and took his hands into hers, he looked at them and caressed them with his thumb. She felt weird, she didn't even know him, only through the books Cornelius made her read, but she felt the deepest connection to him.

Peter looked at him and felt in peace, he didn't expect to find himself in front of a stranger and perceive her as so close to him. He got closer to her, he felt the desire to kiss her. She closed his eyes, but before their lips could meet, a noise coming from the inside drew their attention. They quickly looked at each other and stood up; they walked toward the source of the noise, their swords in their hands. They entered the stone table room and Edmund was immediately by their side, maybe he had heard the noise too. They finally saw it: a big wall made of ice was standing in front of Caspian, and inside of it, Jadis was staring the Prince while reaching out her hand toward him. The kings and Y/n quickly moved: while reaching him, three creatures stopped them. Peter killed a creature that resembled a wolf, Edmund crossed his sword with a dwarf while y/n stabbed another creature with hers. She turned back and saw Peter standing in front of the wall, Jadis now talking to him with her hand extended toward him.

"What happened" Y/n asked helping her best friend to stand up, he looked at her and hugged her. She gently caressed his back, he was like a brother to her. "Jadis was tricking me into setting her free by offering me the power to succeed" Caspian explained and she immediately turned her face toward Peter: she was doing the same to him.

"Peter, you don't need this" She screamed and walked toward Peter. he didn't even turned, he seemed in a trans. Before she could do anything, Edmund stabbed Jadis from behind. The frozen wall broke into a million pieces and exploded. Caspian protected y/n by pulling her away. Peter kneeled down and covered his head with his arms. She looked at him and saw the disappointment in his eyes, he felt lost.

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"Peter, wait" Y/n called him but he didn't stop, he was desperate. She reached him a took his arm. "If you don't start believing in yourself things won't sort out" She said and he looked toward the forest, his eyes were filled with tears.

"I keep screwing things up and Miraz's army is now surrounding the building" He said, his voice was a mix of anger and sadness. She put a finger under his chin and raised his head, now they were looking at each other.

"Listen to me: I've read anything about you, you saved Narnia when you were practically a kid, you have been the greatest leader for this people. You are their King: they love you, the believe in you and they will follow you. You don't need to prove that you are worthy of your title and this competition against Caspian is only going to make thing worse. Put your shit together and show them why you are King Peter the Magnificent, because you really are" She said without stopping looking at him in his eyes, her voice gentle but firm and her hands holding his. He did not say anything, he just hugged her. She was initially surprised, then she held him back.

"Maybe I needed this, you are all right" He whispered and she caressed his back. He moved back to look at her for a moment, then he crushed his lips on hers. She immediately melted into the kiss: Peter's lips were soft and warm, his scent was strong but pleasurable and his hands were gently caressing her waist. She runned her fingers through his blonde locks while opening her mouth and letting his tongue in. He pulled her closer, now their bodies were attached and she could feel the beating of his heart against her chest. The kiss became more passionate when she bit his lower lip, he growled while she smiled and stopped the kiss.

"Easy your Majesty, there are more important business to handle right now" She joked and he smiled on her lips. "You are all right, y/n. I have an idea to buy us time. Come with me" He said and gave her one last quick kiss on her lips before taking her hand into his and walking toward the building. She looked at him in concern.

"Do I need to worry about this idea?" She asked while keeping up with him and caressing his hand with her thumb. "Probably" He said and smiled, she shook her head: that boy was going to make her crazy.