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staliaqueen · 6 months

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Hold on to the memories They will hold on to you (And I will hold on to you)

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shiningshenanigans · 28 days

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Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme...

Responsible Golden Boy and the Mischievous Trouble-Making Lil' Bro 💛🖤

#peter and edmund #peter and edmund pevensie #thor and loki #brodinsons #janner and tink #wingfeather bros #narnia #the wingfeather saga #thor

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h-a-r-m-o-n-i-a · 11 months

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Peter*trying to make an alliance with other nations*: We, narnians are very peaceful people... Edmund put your sword down...

Peter:

Peter: Like I said...

#peter and edmund #I'm sorry but it's funny for me to imagine Edmund beings violent #sorry for bad english #peter pevensie #peter the magnificent #edmund pevensie #edmund the just #chronicles of narnia #narnia #incorrect quotes #pevensie siblings #peaceful #funny #pevensie brothers #love for pevensie brothers #love for narnias #peter is tired

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dustyandash · 10 months

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is this devotion?

braced from shoulder to waist, jaw steady, the bend of the knees pliant, pommel flush against sweating palm

devotion, heavy on the breadth of your bone, nestled at the joint of foot and root

there are four kings and queens of old— Narnia of Old, whispering and wanting and answering something rough and sweet —blood sticky on the sharp of their crowns, bowing low across their brows

is this devotion? laced high across their ribs is this devotion? in the dead of night, forgotten king, devoted brother

is this devotion, brother-king?

#chronicles of narnia #the pevensies #peter pevensie #prose #edmund pevensie #peter and edmund

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bestsiblingstournament · 1 year

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the Sanderson Sisters VS Peter & Edmund

Part B, Round 2, Match-Up 2

the Sanderson Sisters- so far defeated: Bart & Lisa Simpson

Peter & Edmund- so far defeated: Morgana & Arthur

#the sanderson sisters #mary sanderson #winifred sanderson #sarah sanderson #hocus pocus #best siblings tournament #polls #peter pevensie #edmund pevensie #peter and edmund #narnia #chronicles of narnia

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yorcandybar · 2 years

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The Unofficial Queen; E. Pevensie x Oc

Prologue: Scary Woman

The lights were dim, sun's far from rising. Lucy puts on her boots, eager to prove she wasn't wrong. There was a country inside the wardrobe, she knew it, she believes in it but her siblings don't.

She opens the wardrobe, looking behind her to see if no one followed. As she enters, a land out of her world welcomes her, as if she was part of it.

Edmund on the other side, quickly hid behind the curtains when her sister looked behind. He followed her, curious on what she was up to in the middle of the night.

A devious smile appears on his lips once the girl enters the wardrobe. He's determined to caught her on act, to prove her that she's lying. His steps were silent, he reach for the wardrobe and opens it.

"Boo!" He shouted but coats and cloths hanging was the only one he sees. "Lucy?" He calls her name. No response, he decided to enter the wardrobe and closed the door.

"Lucy, I hope you're not scared of the dark!" He says, sure that Lucy will be terrified and quit hiding, but she didn't. There was just silence.

"Lucy?" He asks and again, no response. "Lucy! Lucy! Where are you?!" He's scared, not for him but for his sister. He reach his hands through the coats but to his surprise he couldn't find the end of it.

He stepped inside, continued to walk until he fell to the snow. He quickly gets up and walked around. He's in the forest, tall trees and snow everywhere.

"Lucy, I think I believe you now." He murmurs, his eyes focus on looking around. "Lucy? Lucy?" He calls her again.

A sound of whip was heard, Edmund quickly jumped out of the snow, he tries to run but he couldn't because of a knife pointing at his neck.

"Leave me alone!" The boy screams in fear.

"What is it now, Ginnarbrik?" The woman inside the sled ask.

"Make him let me go! I didn't do anything wrong!" He shouted, terrified. The dwarf fumes with anger and presses the knife harder. "How dare you address the Queen of Narnia?!"

"I didn't know!" Edmund raises his hands in surrender. "You will know better hereafter!" Says the dwarf.

"Wait." Says the the woman in the sled. "What is your name, son of Adam?" She asks.

The boy looked skeptical but still answers. "Uh, Edmund."

The woman looks at him with cold eyes. "And how Edmund, are you able to answer my dominion?"

"I'm not sure, I was just following my sister." He answers truthfully. The woman smiles, amused.

"Your sister? How many are you?"

"Four, Lucy is the only one that has been here before. She said that she met some faun called Tumnus. Peter and Susan didn't believe her, I didn't either."

"Edmund, you looks to cold. Will you come and sit with me?" The woman asks and he obliged. The woman smiles at the boy's obedience.

"Now, how about something hot to drink?" She asks and the boy nodded eagerly. "Yes please, your Majesty."

The woman takes out a vial and drop a green drop on the snow, out of nowhere it turns into a hot drink. Ginnarbrik gets it and hands it to the boy. "Your drink, sire." Says the dwarf.

The boy's eyes lit up. "How did you do that?" He asks, "I can make you anything you like." She answers.

The boy pauses for a bit. "Can you make taller?" He asks excitedly. "Anything you'd like to eat?" She clears.

"Turkish delight?"

Another drop of the green thing drops on the snow, again, it turns into a box of turkish delight and Ginnarbrik gives it to Edmund.

"Edmund? I would very much like to meet your family." The woman says. "Why? They're nothing special." The boy answers, still busy eating.

The woman took the dwarf's hat and use it to wipe the boy's mouth. "Oh, I'm sure they're not as delightful as you are." She begins. "But you see, I have no children of my own and you are the exactly the sort of boy I see, becoming prince of Narnia. Maybe even King."

The dwarf's eyes widened, afraid of what will happen. "She wouldn't be happy once she heard this." He says in his head.

Mouth full, Edmund gasp. "Really?!"

"Of course, but you have to bring your family." Says the woman, Edmund's hope crushed.

"Do you mean, Peter will be King too?" He ask, clearly not fond of the thought.

"No! No, no. But a King needs servants." She says with a suggesting look. Edmund's face lit up once again, he always wanted revenge.

"I guess I could bring 'em."

"Beyond these woods, do you see those two little hills? My house is right between them. You'd love it there Edmund, it has whole rooms simply stuffed with Turkish Delight!" Says the Witch.

"Couldn't I have some more now?" The boy asks.

"No! Don't want to ruin your appetite, besides, were are going to meet again soon, aren't we?" The Witch smiles.

"I hope so your Majesty." The boy says. With that, the Woman droves off, leaving the boy alone.

Edmund once again looks around, hoping to see Lucy but fails. He walks and walks and walks around. His feet are tired and cold.

His eyes widened when he saw another human, he went to approach her but freezes when he saw her shirt full of blood, her sword resting on her strong shoulders. Edmund didn't see her face but he knows that those blood wasn't hers.

He was scared, the dwarf a while ago was clearly just threatening him, but he wasn't sure about the girl he just saw. He immediately hide behind the first thing he saw, a bush. But to his miserable luck, it made a noise and the woman turns around too look.

He covered his mouth to prevent anymore noise but it was too late, the girl was already infront of the bush he was hiding.

"Come out." She says, Edmund's breath hitch.he wasn't even a king yet, he don't want to die. He need to find Lucy. His breaths are deep and loud but he couldn't help it. He's scared.

"Did I ask that in a way too friendly?" She ask again, threat lacing in her voice. His hands are shaking, He removed it from his mouth and covered his ears instead. "Please go away, please go away." He says in his head.

She kicked the bush impatiently, and Edmund covered his mouth once again when he almost screamed in fear. His eyes grew wild when a hand reach for him. Pulling him out. He closed his eyes, his heart beating so fast.

"What are you doing in here?" Edmund opens his eyes when he heard the woman. "Her eyes are beautiful." He thought. He shakes hid head to erase the thought. But it was true, her emerald green eyes were truly fascinating.

The woman is very far from his age but he couldn't help his heart beating so fast, he wasn't sure whether it is because of fear or the woman standing infront of him.

"I-I just followed my s-sister." He mentally scolded himself for stuttering. Edmund could feel his face heat up in embarrassment... Or maybe because of her.

The woman reached for her coat, which is also slightly covered with blood. But the boy didn't mind. He wore it with a smile.

"Take your sister and go back, this isn't a safe place for you." Says the woman, he heard it but couldn't respond because of focusing on memorizing the woman's features. Her dark hair and shining green eyes, naturally red lips and...a scar on her cheeks. The boy felt bad, that must've hurt.

"What are you looking at? Are you dumb? said GET. YOUR. SISTER. AND. GO. BACK." Edmund fight the urge to cover his ears because of how loud the woman screamed, but again, he didn't mind.

"You're pretty." He was surprised because of what he just said, he couldn't help but to feel embarrassed. Not just his cheeks hit up but also his ears and neck.

The woman looked at him coldly. Edmund was slightly hurt by her look but not enough to give up. He didn't failed to notice when the woman reach for the scar on her cheeks.

"That's it, I'm done." She says and turns her back. The boy panicked, he wants her to stay longer but didn't know how. Without thinking, he reach for the woman's leg, almost making her fall out of balance.

Edmund immediately removes his hands once he realizes what he just did. "I'm sorry!" He shouted in panic. "But once I became the King, will you marry me?" He ask, looking at her in the eyes. He couldn't help but to feel lost at her emerald green eyes.

"Do what I say or die. Your choice." She says with a much colder voice. Edmund wanted to apologize once again but he knows that will not change anything. "And I don't date kids." The girl continues before marching away without looking back.

"Kid?" He asks himself. "Die?" He asks again. "Of course I won't die, I will be the King and her Majesty will protect me."

Edmund didn't payed attention about dying, he was more focused on the 'Kid' part. He felt sad, he felt as if his heart were torn into pieces.

"It's just a crush." He tries to reassure himself but failed.

Kid.

He sighs deeply. "Edmund!" He heard a familiar voice. It was Lucy.

#chronicles of narnia #narnia fic #peter and edmund #king edmund the just #queen susan the gentle #digory kirke #queen lucy the valiant #edmund #narnia fanfiction #edmund pevensie x oc

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liridi · 2 months

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Once there were four children

#the chronicles of narnia #narnia #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #liridi arts #cleaned this up so please support this version not the one being spread by the reposter 🫡#🌀 You wont start susan discourse 🌀 You wont start susan discourse 🌀 You wont start susan discourse 🌀 You wont sta

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supernovasilence · 1 year

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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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goldenvulpine · 1 year

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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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fallingskiesandrisingseas · 1 year

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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

#narnia meta #narnia #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #the lion the witch and the wardrobe

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thirstywaffles · 5 months

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Got bored and doodled older Pevensies

#doodley #accidentally stumbled upon narnia fics in ao3 and now i'm here having narnia brainrot again #anyways in this house we let the girls serve and be fashionable bc it's what they deserve #especially susan. susan deserve it all #artists on tumblr #the chronicles of narnia #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #lucy pevensie #edmund pevensie #susan pevensie #peter pevensie #was using the movies as refs and lmao kinda forgot lucy is blonde in the books #might draw them again bc i really like this design #narnia

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staliaqueen · 9 months

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mal’s 3k celebration day 5 | platonic relationship(s) (x) ↳ "if I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes, too..."

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zluty-spendlik · 7 months

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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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h-a-r-m-o-n-i-a · 7 months

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Edmund*to himself*: Why are you so worried? He is Peter the Magnificent, king of the Narnia and your older brother after all...

Also Edmund five seconds later*grabbing his sword*: He is not gonna survive this!

#peter and edmund #i love their bond #Edmund secretly appreciates his brother #they share one braincell #chronicles of narnia #narnia #incorrect quotes #peter pevensie #edmund pevensie #peter the magnificent #edmund the just #pevensie siblings #pevensie brothers #love for pevensie brothers #sibling love #funny #dumb and dumber #Edmund is Peter's personal protector

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always-a-king-or-queen · 7 months

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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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bestsiblingstournament · 1 year

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Peter & Edmund VS Morgana and Arthur

Part B, Round 1, Match-Up 4

#arthur and the knights of the round table #king arthur #arthurian legend #arthur and morgana #peter pevensie #edmund pevensie #narnia #peter and edmund #poll #best siblings tournament

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