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Something something being the awkward sister that feels like a complete failure and inadequate in comparison to her much more confident sister.
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ooh what about a narnia oneshot where lucy introduces her girlfriend to her family (while they're still kings and queens) but they're both scared that the pevensies won't be accepting? but then there's just a lot of fluff and happiness at the end. thank you!
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A little bit before dawn, Lucy Pevensie decides that the truth must be told after all. It is dark out still, but she knows what she knows and she cannot guess at what she doesn’t, so any mysteries must wait out there still, disguised from her in that empty blackness.
They can’t hide forever. The needle of her fast-fading crescent moon has begun to pierce through the dark veil of night, threading through the pitch blackness with newer strands of light. Soon, the brightness of a fresh sun will fall upon her land, her Narnia, and no longer will she be able to keep a certain secret from her siblings any longer.
Lucy tells you not a few hours after she wakes. She waits until you’re up to, kind enough to let you sleep while you can, but her mind is most certainly made up by the time you’re conscious enough to realize it. This can’t wait any longer, she says. If they haven’t guessed at it already, you’re both running out of time before they do.
It’s not like you haven’t seen this coming. From the moment you fell in love with Lucy and she with you, from the moment you started courting each other in secret, you knew that you would have to tell the rest of the Pevensies at some point. They stick to each other like hot wax, terribly afraid of anything splitting each other apart. They’ve only had themselves for so long, you know that, you know that their hesitancy about letting outsiders into their inner circle isn’t unfounded, but it doesn’t make your task any easier.
After all, you’re the stranger in this circumstance, the foreigner attempting to intrude on their easy balance of four by falling in love with their youngest sibling. They aren’t opposed to you in any way, or at least not now while they’re still unaware that you’re dating Lucy. Who knows what might happen later, but now is good.
You’re still a friend of the family at the moment. You were one of the first people they met upon taking to the Narnian thrones; a friend of necessity, of circumstance, then of similar disposition. You won over all of them in turn through tact and bravery and kindness, but Lucy– well, you never had to fight to make Lucy like you. You never had to fight her at all. She took you by surprise the first time you saw her and then you were gone, gone for good.
That’s the thing about falling for a queen, after all. You’re not supposed to, and most people manage to keep it to themselves or at least squash the feeling down in the pits of their stomachs until it dies forever, but you never managed any of that. You loved Lucy and you never stopped. You never could.
She made it impossible to stop. For as long as you loved Lucy, she loved you too. She loves the world and it follows her wherever she goes, breath caught in anticipation to see what she will do next. You were a part of that uncontrollable crowd, so how could you turn your affection to any other person?
Especially not when she fell in love with you, too, and more than just a familiar love to be bestowed to anyone with a good heart. Lucy’s first love was you, and if her late night and early morning promises are to be believed, you’ll be her last one, too. It will begin and end with you.
You do believe her; you always do. You believe her when she looks you in the eyes and says that you must tell the rest of the Pevensies, no dallying about it any longer. You trust her when she tells you this is the right choice, when she promises that she’ll stick with you no matter what. You ask her what she’ll do if they threaten to send you away forever or something and she laughs; says fine, then, we’ll take to the countryside together, and you know you’ll be okay.
And that’s– well, that’s Lucy Pevensie for you, you suppose. Ferocious, sweet, braver than anything Lucy Pevensie. Lucy, whom you met in the middle of the woods when neither of you were supposed to be there, Lucy, who immediately pulled you by the hand as she ran even further inside the twisted masses of green, Lucy, whose feet were so fast that she accidentally tugged both of you down into the current of the river as you attempted to navigate a precarious bridge of stepping stones.
Lucy, who laughed with you as your gowns grew sodden with cold water. Lucy, who kept trying to offer you her cloak even weeks after the incident on the off chance that you might still be cold. Lucy, who has loved you more fiercely than anyone in this world or the next could hope to be loved in all of their wildest dreams, and still has enough space in her heart to worry about her siblings.
That is the Lucy you love, and the one you wouldn’t dream of leaving behind in the slightest. Not even the demands of High Kings and Queens could rid Lucy of her place in your heart, even if they were to physically separate you by exiling you or some worse fate. She would still be there, still yours, but only in your mind. It would allow you to keep some part of her, though, so it could not be the most terrible fate in the land.
With all your fears thus assuaged, the only thing left to do is to tell the three royals of Narnia as of yet blissfully unaware of the courtship situation of their youngest relation. They’re sitting together in the garden as they do most mornings, breathing in the fresh air and recollecting memories of a world utterly foreign to you. They smile as you approach, but their air is questioning; usually mornings in the garden are for Pevensies only, yet here you are anyway.
High King Peter looks up when the two of you draw close enough to speak. “Good morning, both of you. Did you sleep well?”
Common courtesy is easiest at a moment like this, and you curtsy quickly and murmur that you did, then thank him for asking. Lucy clears her throat, clearly rallying herself for this, then speaks at last. “I would like to introduce Lady Y/N to all of you.”
Queen Susan frowns, placing a bookmark back in the pages of the text she holds close. “We already know Y/N, Luce.”
Lucy sighs, briefly annoyed. “I know that. I am introducing her to you as my girlfriend.”
Silence descends upon the garden. For a moment, no one says anything at all, and you and Lucy breathe in and out slowly in shared paranoia until Edmund crows in victory and turns to Susan with a delighted grin.
“I told you they were dating! You owe me three gold coins.”
Lucy’s jaw drops with horror. “You two had a bet on me dating Y/N? You’re horrific, both of you.”
Peter manages to turn his laugh into a cough. “That’s terrible, both of you. Apologize to your sister.”
Edmund rolls his eyes. “You’re just bitter because you didn’t see this coming. I told you it was a thing.”
Lucy looks as if she’d like to settle this with a well-placed punch to the nose, but you quickly intercede before any fights can break out, verbal or otherwise. “Does this mean that you’re alright with it? Me courting Lucy, I mean.”
Susan’s smile grows kind instead of merely mirthful. “Of course we’re fine with it, Y/N. You’ve been wonderful since the day we met you. If there was anyone in this whole castle, or in all of Narnia, for that matter, that we’d want with Lucy, you would have to be at the top of our list.”
“She already was at the top of my list,” Edmund mutters under his breath, “Need I remind you again that I totally called this?”
Peter swats Edmund, then turns back to you with a wry grin. “See, the only problem is that you now have to put up with the lot of us even more than before. Earlier, we had to be on our best behavior because we were kings and queens and all that, but now that you’re dating Lucy, we can be properly frightful in front of you.”
You laugh. “I’m perfectly alright with that.”
And why wouldn’t you be alright with it, after all? You have Lucy’s love guaranteed, and you love her just as much as she adores you. The Pevensies aren’t just accepting of you and Lucy seeing each other, they’re firmly in favor of it. You are beginning a new day in a castle, you have a queen holding your hand, and you could not be happier if you tried. You have Lucy; what need do you have for anything else?
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Once there were four children
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Ok we all talk about the Pevensies' trauma at returning to Earth at the end of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe and their trouble readjusting to life there again but think of all the funny/good parts too
They return from the country, and their mom is surprised when all her children hug her at the station. Even Peter, who thinks he's all grown up. Even Edmund, who went away surly and withdrawn. She doesn't know her children haven't seen her in over a decade.
They miss their dear Cair Paravel, but they absolutely do not miss its chamber pots. Indoor plumbing is amazing.
It takes a while to remember how modern technology works, though. How many heart attacks did the siblings give their parents or the professor because they walked into a dark room only to turn on the light and find the children sitting there in the dark. (They were by the window! There was still plenty of light from the sunset! They would have gotten a candle in a minute!) The kids sheepishly remember oh yeah electricity is a thing.
(Edmund has a new electric torch in Prince Caspian. He was so excited to get that torch. Almost more excited than you'd think a kid his age would be, and his parents expect Peter at least to tease him, but the siblings all agree light in your hand at the touch of a switch is terrific.)
Suddenly getting really high grades in some subjects and terrible in others. Their grammar, reading comprehension, spelling, vocab, even penmanship? Amazing. History and geography? They don't remember anything. One time in class Susan forgets Earth is round and wants to die.
Also they can never remember what the date is supposed to be because Narnia uses different months and years. They can estimate time really well by looking at the sun though, and Edmund at least can always tell which way is north etc without thinking about it (again, using the sun)
Okay but how many times did they go to pick something up or reach something and realize they are so much shorter and less muscled than they expect? It's a common sight to see Peter climbing on counters to reach a top cabinet, grumbling about how he's High King this is demeaning. (No he never takes the extra five seconds to grab a stool. He will climb that shelf.)
Peter and Susan being delighted because they are no longer almost thirty. (In a few years Edmund and Lucy will tease them about being old and their parents will not understand.)
Lucy doesn't have to deal with periods anymore for a few years yet. Susan might not either. Heck yeah
Lucy loves to climb into her siblings' laps and be cuddled. In Narnia she eventually she grew too big, but now she is small and snuggleable again. Peter is her favorite, and if she's upset, he'll tickle her and tell bad jokes until she's smiling again, but really she loves cuddling with all her family. She grew up without her parents; how many times did she just want to crawl into her mom's lap and her mom was a world away? Imagine the first time she realizes she can now. Or, imagine one day, a cold and grey sort of day, when the rain is pattering against the windows, and it sounds like the rain on the windows of the Professor's house, that first day they went exploring. It sounds like the day they played hide and seek. It sounds so like the rain on the windows of Cair Paravel, that if Lucy closes her eyes she can imagine she's back there, having tea and chatting with Mr. Tumnus before the fireplace of her room, and soon the rain will stop, and they will go out on the balcony and wave to the naiads and the dryads and the mermaids, who have come out to enjoy the rain and visit one other on the banks of the Great River winding past Cair Paravel down to the sea.
But if Lucy looks out the window, all she'll see is the rain over London, so it's not only a cold and grey sort of day, it's a lonely sort of day too.
Susan and Edmund are playing chess in the living room (and they must have studied with Professor Kirke, thinks their mother, because they certainly weren't that good when they left). Lucy goes over to Edmund, and oh dear, thinks their mother, now he's going to call her a baby and be horrible to her, but instead he picks her up and puts her on his lap without even taking his eyes off the chessboard; it's simply a matter of course.
"Doesn't the rain sound familiar?" says Lucy in a solemn, wistful way.
Their mother doesn't know what that means, but her siblings must, because Susan says, "Yes, Lu, it does,” and Edmund gives her a little hug with his free arm as she tucks herself under his chin to watch the chess match.
(Five minutes later there is a crash from the next room as Peter falls off a counter. Their mother does not understand the words he must have picked up from the Professor, but he's grounded for them anyway. His siblings have no respect for their High King, because they refuse to stop laughing.)
#the chronicles of narnia#narnia headcanons#peter pevensie#susan pevensie#edmund pevensie#lucy pevensie#helen pevensie#the pevensies#okay this did end up a little bittersweet at the end but I tried#let's all just focus on the high king falling off counters alright#and yes the siblings all picked up narnian swear words and i refuse to believe otherwise#i'm also suddenly wondering how much language drift there is in narnia#when the pevensies return in prince caspian are all the swear words/exclamations they learned outdated?#are they using the narnian equivalent of oh horsefeathers?#nova actually posts stuff#long post //#the higher the queuer#post lww pevensies#soft post lww headcanons
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Yearly Reminder that C.S Lewis encouraged his fans to write fanfiction about Susan Pevensie becoming a friend to Narnia and reuniting with her family once again.
Literally inviting his fans to write Susan’s adult, angsty character development with a happy ending.
Do your duty fans. Write that fanfiction.
#susan pevensie#edmund pevensie#peter pevensie#lucy pevensie#aslan#prince caspian#white witch#narnia#ben barnes#c.s. lewis#the lion the witch and the wardrobe#voyage of the dawn treader
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The Pevensie children are too old for their age.
Their mom notices, at the dinner table. She sees no nagging children, no stupid fights. She sees Lucy eating and speaking with perfect manners, Edmund analysing the economy and war with concerning skill, Susan being gracious but poised, like a diplomat.
Their father sees it in Peters eyes the first time they get into a fight. When he moves to punish Edmund for speaking out of turn, Peter calls him out on it. When his gaze meet his eldest son's, he's leveled by the war he sees behind it, the tensed muscle in his arm, the knuckles white around his knife. He's seen that before, in other soldiers. He doesn't know how to react.
Other children notice, too. Talking to all the Pevensie kids at the same time is like being the only one left out of a secret, and the way they touch and tease each other speaks of a history far deeper than their polite demeneor lets on. And when they walk they fall in line, as if there is a natural hierarchy between them.
The first time anyone picks a fight with Edmund, Peter comes home with a three week suspension and blood around his mouth. He looks more alive than you've seen him in weeks.
When Susan gets back in the pool after Narnia, she wins all the contests. Coaches can't explain how to beat her, because they don't understand how she's doing it, either. She seems to almost disappear when underwater.
Lucy, always gay and golden-haired, starts dancing, and never misses a step. She moves with an elegance that no 10 year old should have, and all the girls want to be friends with her
Edmund soon becomes the best student in his faculty. He always seems to know the right thing to say, and teachers laud his ability to think through complex problems. His mouth does get him in trouble sometimes, but the boy seems uncatchable, always talking his way through the cracks. And if not?
No one actively fears Peter, but everyone is a little scared of him sometimes. He's tall for his age, sure, but there is something else, some other air that seems to give him an authority far beyond what's normal for a teenage boy. He's nice enough, but teachers can't stand it, and bullies learn very quickly that pissing him off means missing teeth and black eyes.
The Pevensies are not quite inhuman, but not fully mortal, either
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Got bored and doodled older Pevensies
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knew i was right for looking up to lucy pevensie from childhood
#GET THEIR ASSES GEORGIE#also i did figure she was queer before but it's fucking sad that this is how she felt she had to finally say it outright#sigh. this world#narnia cast#georgie henley#narnia#lucy pevensie#ashton originals
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Caspian and co were like "gosh this duel idea is great and all, but how the heck are we gonna get Miraz, whos army is like three times bigger, to agree to it??"
And the Pevensies were all like: "No yeah we'll just send this little shit right here, he can provoke anyone into doing anything, trust us"
While Edmund so-you-bravely-refuse-to-fight-a-swordsman-half-your-age Pevensie just raised an eyebrow, grinning.
#edmund pevensie#caspian x#peter pevensie#susan pevensie#not really including lucy cause she wouldnt swear but shed tots agree#narnia#chronicles of narnia#prince caspian
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I thought there was no Christmas in Narnia?
No, not for a long time… But the hope that you've brought, your majesties, have finally started to weaken the Witch's power.
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The Pevensies are foreign when they return home.
The streets no longer know them. They do not seem to fit in their own bodies as they stroll the cobbles, Lucy’s hand tucked carefully into Peter’s, Edmund trailing watchfully behind Susan like a shadow. Their eyes are sharp, their smiles crooked, and those who see them cross to the opposite side of the road, afraid of the ancient gleam they see reflected back at them that does not belong in the eyes of a child.
Water murmurs to Lucy when she flits past, and lamplight follows her wherever she goes, even in broad daylight when the lamps are unlit. Their flames sputter into existence when she walks by, flickering at her in a way that seems to whisper I know you. Lucy looks at them with feral teeth and smiles, and vines twist from the cobbles at her feet. She laughs like a wild thing, eyes glowing, but a moment later she blinks and it is gone. Her feet hardly seem to touch the ground at all as she darts through the alleys.
The sky is clearer when Peter walks the streets, clouds vanishing like they were never there at all. His eyes are too much like a lion’s, struck through with gold and filled with a brooding fierceness, yet he laughs as he twirls Lucy around, and claps Edmund on the back as they share a stupid joke, and smiles with Susan when she tells him of the bow she plans to carve. He is all warmth and friendliness, but there is something about his eyes. There is something about all of their eyes.
The sun caresses Susan as she moves about, and she is graceful, too graceful, her hair seeming to be alive of its own accord as she steps lightly along the streets. Her skin is pale like ice, and sometimes her gaze appears almost silver as she stands by the river, gazing into its depths with a distant, siren-cold smile. She is gentle, but her fingers look a little too long sometimes. Her laugh is a little too unsettling.
Trees lean towards Edmund when he walks past, branches scraping his clothing, leaves showering around him. Books and journals and pages covered in notes perpetually fill his arms, spilling from his grasp but never quite falling. His voice is even-keeled, quiet, but there is something wild about it, something unhinged. He speaks of things none have ever heard before, dark hair falling into his eyes, mouth unsmiling and hands perfectly still, and for a moment he seems to be someone else, fangs beneath his lips, dirt on his tongue. He tilts his head just a little too far, sometimes.
The Pevensies are foreign when they return home. They do not fit their bodies. They do not fit the streets. People who encounter them cross to the other side of the road to avoid them, terrified of the oldness they see in the children’s faces. Such depth does not belong in the gaze of a child.
And yet four sets of eyes, ancient and deep and flickering like candlelight, stare out from the children’s faces, and their smiles are sharp, too sharp. Their laughter is a little too wild as they walk, the oldest and youngest hand-in-hand, the middle children trailing each other like shadows.
There is something about those children’s eyes.
There is something about those children.
#narnia#edmund pevensie#lucy pevensie#peter pevensie#susan pevensie#the chronicles of narnia#writing#ramblings from the void
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The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (2005)
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The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe
By C. S. Lewis
#beautiful book dedication#narnia#peter pevensie#susan pevensie#edmund pevensie#lucy pevensie#the pevensies#chronicles of narnia#the chronicles of narnia#the lion the witch and the wardrobe#caspian x#eustace scrubb
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Can we talk about how chaotic Narnian battles would feel?? Especially in Prince Caspian. Like, imagine you’re a little Telmarine soldier waiting for the catapults to go and you’ve got all your regiments in nice orderly rows and these two 16 year olds suddenly yell “charge” and the ground opens up beneath you, a mouse with a sword the size of a large pencil takes out your bestie, a griffin drops a dwarf 5 ft away from you and he comes up swinging. As you try to rationalize this, you’re stabbed by a twelve year old with a British accent. Finally, a really freaking big lion shows up, roars, and your entire army collectively pees their pants. At one point in the movie (yes I know the movies aren’t quite the same as the book but they’re still good) Peter says like “we have the element of surprise” like dude, you have drafted the trees I’m pretty sure everyone’s gonna be surprised no matter what.
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man there’s something bout narnia that just burrows it’s way into your soul and never leaves
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