Putting the Gentle Queen Back Into Her Own Narrative: A Suggestion in Ten Parts

                                                                                 I. I survived.

I survived Narnia, I survived the war, I survived being twelve and twenty-seven all at once. I survived. I didn’t mount a train I knew was never going to take me back home.

I said good-bye to my siblings, who, by then, hated me.

Or maybe didn’t hate me, maybe they were just annoyed with me, maybe – maybe I’d just lied to them too much.

Maybe I just told them that our memories weren’t real one too many times. Maybe I looked at Lucy and couldn’t see anything but a lion in the way she looked at me, maybe I looked at Edmund and couldn’t distinguish his eyes from the eyes I remember.

Maybe I looked at Peter.

At his trembling hands. Maybe I couldn’t bring myself to hug any of them.

Maybe I couldn’t bring myself to say good-bye.

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A Daughter of Eve

Soulmate au where people see in black and white until they meet eyes with their soulmate for the first time. The reader is a daughter of eve on the witch’s side, whose world is turned upside-down when she makes eye contact with a certain prisoner.

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An infant’s cry rang out through the otherwise silent wood. A cloaked figure moved through the darkness towards the noise and came across a small bundle of blankets, dark grey against the cold white of the snow. This was not the cry of an animal. Two hands reached down and picked up the bundle. Unwrapping it, the dwarf found small hands, fingers, toes. This was no animal. It was not a dwarf either. Not even a hag. This was a human child.

The dwarf wrapped it back up and hurried off. The Queen would be pleased with him today.

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Another Name

Lucy was 10.

She’d been growing her hair out for two years, ever since they got back the first time. She wanted it long, like it had been in Narnia. She wanted to be able to braid it again, and fiddle with the ends when she was nervous. She missed the feeling of tying it back to get it out of her face, and she missed having Susan style it for formal occasions.

But when she and Edmund returned from their voyage on the Dawn Treader - when they returned for the last time - she cut it. She wouldn’t be going back to Narnia. And, oh, she knew she’d probably grow it out again, but for the moment she needed to separate who she was then from who she would be now. She needed - was supposed to - start something new. So, Lucy Pevensie asked her mother to cut the golden hair she had so lovingly grown for the last two years, and willed herself to start over.

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Of Knights and Butter Knives

If Eustace had ever imagined being knighted, he would have imagined something like marble floor underneath his shins, uniform tight against his chest, a grown man kneeling in front of royalty, honoured and humbled. There would be peace and the queen would be beautiful and smiling and he wouldn’t flinch from the sword touching his shoulders.

Instead, it goes something like this:

There is a dragon inside his skin breathing fire in his guts and his voice hasn’t yet dropped. Lucy is sitting on the kitchen table, her bare feet swinging back and forth, laughter shaking her pale shoulders. Peter waves around the knife he just used to spread butter on his bread. Edmund climbs onto the counter to get to the glasses Alberta keeps high in the shelves and Susan stands in the corner, lips painted red, in her petticoat and bra.

He tells them of a mouse and flying and the End of the World, tells them of the dragon. Susan stops stirring her coffee. “You were undragoned?”, she asks, her voice raspy and coarse.

Eustace shrugs. “Yes”, Lucy says and jumps on the floor. She hugs Eustace and Peter smiles at them.

He knights him on the tiled kitchen floor, and there’s a hole in Eustace’ trousers and the queen sips her coffee and leaves red stains on the mug.

“Know now that we, Peter the Magnificent, Susan the Gentle, Edmund the Just and Lucy the Valiant, by right of arms, Kings and Queens of Narnia, do dub you with Our sword”, Peter furrows his brows and Lucy laughs, “and by all that you hold sacred, true, and holy”, he touches Eustace’ left shoulder with the butter knife, “Once for Honor”, now the right shoulder, “Twice for Duty”, and, finally, the top of his head, “Thrice for Chivalry. Arise, Sir Eustace the Undragoned.”

Edmund falls off the counter and Susan snorts into her coffee.

(Later, when Susan has slipped into her dress and bid them all goodbye, a smile on her lips, he plays chess with Edmund. “Is it valid?”, he asks, as he moves his horse and Edmund nods as he takes out his Queen. “Peter is High King. He could knight you with a stick if he wanted to.”

Lucy laughs and the dragon in Eustace curls up just below his lungs.)

[Edmund beats him in three moves.]

No Fighting

Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia

Word count: 1982

Characters: Edmund x reader, Caspian, Peter, Lucy, Susan

Warnings: both Edmund and Caspian being slightly douchey

Summary: You and Edmund make Caspian jealous, which makes Edmund possessive.

This meeting was dragging on forever.

It had been a while since you’d lost interest in it. Now your attention was on the way the trees outside the window turned the light a pretty shade of green, and cast dappled shadows on the floor.

Edmund couldn’t look at you, or he knew he would burst out laughing. It wasn’t his fault. Peter was just taking this meeting so seriously, and there you were paying no attention whatsoever. Your little faraway smile was so pretty, too. Plus, thinking about you was so much more interesting than thinking about whatever Peter was droning on about.

Still, at least he was kind of paying attention to Peter. So when the High King asked you a question and you didn’t respond, Edmund managed to kick you under the table and alert you.

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This really isn’t supposed to be a sad thought but more a realistic headcanon in a modern AU (because that’s been the only thing on my mind lately).

I don’t think that the Pevensie siblings would be at all times super close, I feel like at one point they would have drifted a bit. Not that they would have had a falling out or anything but rather that after a while, as they grew up, life would have led them apart.

Like, Peter would have been the first one to go to college and he would have tried to stay local so he wouldn’t have to be so far away from his family, but after studying some time in a local college he would have tried to move up into a prestigious university. Peter would have been such a hardworking and bright student, a lot of universities would have been trying to take him in. He would have finally given in after about the sixth admissions offer and lots of encouragement from his family.

I can definitely see him trying his best to stay as in contact as ever, though. Even if the university he had decided on was rather far from his home, he would have tried visiting every other weekend, if not every weekend, to be able to see his family and however many of his friends had stayed behind. He would have also tried calling everyone and having long conversations every single day to make sure that he missed nothing. Video chats were a must as he had this small irrational fear of forgetting how everyone looked. It would all have lessened after a while, though. He would need more weekends to study and work on assignments so visits would become less frequent. Calls would become shorter and shorter, up until he would have to settle with texting, as he became more and more involved in clubs and school activities. Video chats would be about once a month, twice if he could squeeze in some time.

Susan I feel like would have disconnected the quickest of all four. She would definitely have been able to process and understand that she’s growing up and her and her family would be leading separate lives from now on. She wouldn’t have completely disconnected from her family, never once messaging them or anything, as she did love and cherish them. She would rather just take longer to respond and speak less to them, spending only a few minutes at a time.

When applying for colleges, she would be open to colleges that were both local and out of zone. She understood that sometimes the best choice was furthest away from those she loved. When she finally decided on a school that was hours from home, she wasn’t entirely upset. She knew she would see her family, there was no doubt about it. She lived in modern times. Sure, it would take a few hours to personally visit her family, or vice versa, but she was still living in Great Britain and she could take a train or a bus or drive her car to see her family. And technology made contacting her family so much easier and quicker. When she moved into her new apartment near her school, she was the only one who didn’t cry as farewells were said because she knew it wasn’t a permanent farewell, just a “see you later.”

Edmund would surprisingly be the one to cling hardest to his family but it wasn’t very outward. He would have tried to seem the most blasé about the situation, pretending like it didn’t matter to him that he would be leaving his childhood home to a new and terrifying world away from the safety of his parents’ arms. He would have been the most upset at Susan for not trying harder to stay more connected with their family and give her some cold looks whenever she would mention how she was too busy to visit them often and that they were fine without her anyhow. He would be more understandable with Peter as he knew that his brother truly did feel guilty about not being around as often as they’d all wished he could.

Edmund would have done absolutely everything in his power to remain as close as possible to his family all the while pretending the entire time like it was just because he couldn’t bear to move too far away from his favorite cafe, nobody makes tea as good as they do. His family could see right through his façade, though they humored him because they didn’t want him too far away either. He ended up being able to find a university less than an hour away from home and was able to stay with his parents and Lucy for a bit longer. He only moved on campus when a scholarship of his required him to be a student living on campus to be able to receive the money. Even then, he came home most days for meals and tried his best to make it seem like he wasn’t growing up and that things weren’t changing. He could normally handle change but trying to leave home and be away from family took its time.

I think Lucy would have been the one to surprise everyone by being the only sibling to leave the country. She was adventurous and free-spirited and she would always love her family; just because she moved far away didn’t mean she would stop loving them. Lucy needed to travel, to discover herself and discover the world and do all of the things she dreamed of. She knew that at the end of the semester and that during all of those holiday breaks, her family would be waiting for her in Finchley with open arms and many of her favorite sweets.

Being outside the continent wouldn’t have been an excuse for her to lose touch with her family, though. She called and/or texted her siblings and parents every single day, and she was the only person Susan would speak to on a regular basis. She constantly sent them letters and pictures and postcards of the many places she’d been to, loving the rather antiquated system of mailing instead of emailing. They would all try their best to send her letters and pictures as well, depending on how long she would stay in one location, if not mailing it to her next location. Her parents constantly sent her care packages to make sure that she was taking care of herself while she was away. She always brought home souvenirs for everyone and they made a tradition of gathering around the living room to hear about her many adventures.

I think the Pevensies, for however much they love and are loyal to each other and have this strong familial bond, there would eventually be this separation as they grew up and began their lives away from home. But there would always be an imaginary string tying them to each other and pulling them back together.

“but i can feel it inside of me like an old friend come to welcome me home.”

Lucy feels Narnia in her heart. She feels the sensation of her heart beating against her chest as she wills a horse to run faster. She can feel the taste of salt on her tongue and can feel the wind rush through her long (then saddeningly short) hair.

Peter feels Narnia in his bones. When he shakes the hands of strangers he can feel the strength of one twice his age. When he speaks he hears a voice echo and bounce off of his brain with the power of a king. And when aches of age start to come, he remembers them like old friends that had left him (or perhaps he had left them) and were coming back again.

Edmund fells Narnia in his mind. He can feel the knowledge of years he has yet to have stir in his brain during long nights or thought-provoking moments. He can pull the clearest images of a sunny day at Cair Paravel. He can remember the exact corridors to the palace and if he thinks long enough he can picture himself there, his crown lopsided, a laugh blossoming in his strong chest, the stare of an angry brother boring into him. He remembers words that fill his mind, he can feel himself holding back a snide remark, can feel a smirk pull at the edges of an older (and then suddenly prepubescent) face.

Susan can’t feel Narnia anymore. But, late at night, when she’s lying down and in that place between dreams and awake, she can hear it. A lions roar echoing in her mind. The sound of metal hitting metal in a deadly dance that would end in only one victor. A grown voice mingling with the adolescent words of her younger (but once, much older) sister.

And she thinks it’s a premonition. The future, perhaps. The one she used to dream up with her siblings when the wars that plagued her both internally and externally were too much. When nights were spent half-awake in fear of an air raid and when logic didn’t make sense.

But later, when she’s finally slipped into the deep of a dream, a real forewarning comes. One she doesn’t remember because she wasn’t there.

The sound of screeching breaks, the outcries of children and adults alike, a clang of metal against metal where there is no dance and no victors emerge. A train wreck. And then, silence…

Random Pevensie Headcanons Series

Episode 1 - The Pevensies and a campfire

- Susan is definitely always taking care of Edmund and Lucy - Peter is also definitely always taking care of the other three - Peter in dad mode - Susan in mum mode - Edmund in bro mode - Lucy in kid/little sis mode - Susan and Peter would have late night talks about the other two - While Edmund and Lucy would have late night talks about the other two in Lucy’s bedroom as well - Susan teaching Lucy how to braid hairs - Lucy trying to braid Peter’s hair straight afterwards - Edmund asking Peter for advice on how to deal with girls - Lucy taking long walks on the beach and in the forest - Lucy visiting her dryads, talking-beast friends in the forest and dancing with them at night by the campfires - Lucy dragging the other three out of the castle and having fun by the campfire - Lucy also taking Tumnus, the beavers and all the other staff from the castle to the campfire - In the end, pretty much everyone in Narnia was having fun by the fire - Peter discussing business with the dryads while dancing with them - Susan braiding a pegasus’s hair while chatting with them about life in Narnia - Edmund pretend to sword fight a centuar and actually learning how to fight during it - Lucy just dancing around the fire with Narnians and having fun like how a children should be - The campfire eventually died out and everyone slowly left - Susan carried Lucy who was asleep in her arms back to Cair Paravel - Edmund and Peter walking side by side, discussing king stuff behind Susan - Peter and Susan putting Lucy to bed - Edmund as well - (Ed refused but they insisted on putting him to bed) - “I’m a KING! I don’t need to be put to bed” - (Deep down, he enjoys being put to bed. Because he doesn’t have to be alone when he blows out the flame) - Peter and Susan talking about Narnia and sometimes home on the way to their bedrooms - The elder siblings taking care of each other and protecting each other - Peter wanting to put his little sister to bed - Susan ends up putting him to bed - “Night Pete” - “Night Su”

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- Going Skating with Edmund Would Include -

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(Not my gif)

- He wanted to go out, and you wanted to skate, because it was up to you 

- Edmund began to sweat 

- Holy crap, I mean, he had never done this before

- But Edmund wasn’t revealing anything 

- “Oh yes, Y/N, I’m a superb skater. Really, I’ve been doing it all my life!” 

- He figured he’d just wing it, how hard could it be? 

- Anywhoot

- When you arrived, he paid and you laced up, entering the rink

- As soon as Edmund entered the floor, he slipped and landed flat on his back, legs kicking up in the air

- There was a loud echo of a smack and a crack

- Edmund groaned, and you began to laugh, helping him up

- “I thought you were good?” 

- “Maybe just out of practice,” he said, shaking

- But you knew better 

- So you took Edmund’s hand and led him around the rink, helping him skate

- The rink played some of your favorite songs, and you tried to dance

- Edmund couldnt stop laughing at your attempts, and he began to get better at skating

- He kissed you on the cheek, and tried to skate away quickly, but chickened out

- For awhile, you skated quietly, fingers laced together

- And at one point you both fell, and you landed on top of him

- Making you blush

- So Edmund kissed you, as you narrowly were missed by those idiots who show off and skate super fast 

- Then it was a struggle to get back up

- And after some very close calls 

- With one arm around your waist, and lots of laughter 

- You both skated off into the sunset 

- Actually, though, it was really into the wall. Whoops? 

(Hope you enjoyed it!)

Pevensies by the Fireplace

I feel like the Pevensies would spend a good amount of time by the fire in the winter time.  After a busy day, they’d be able to enjoy each other’s company and the coziness. 

Susan and Lucy would be sure to bathe before so they could slowly let their hair dry by the fire. 

Peter and Edmund would play cards, and they would all laugh at just how awful Peter’s poker face was. And be amazed at how good Edmund’s was. 

Lucy would always want to join, but Susan insisted that after their hair was dry that they braided each other’s into whatever style for the next day. Lucy knew to suppress her desire to rush and not to go too quickly with Susan’s, or else she would have to start over per her request. Although Susan was better at hair, when it came to Lucy’s turn, it was always messier because she could never sit still for long.

Susan and Edmund might read a bit after, only speaking up if something they read was particularly profound or humorous. Peter and Lucy would play spoons, and it was always nail-bitting to see who would win. Their loud laughter was always such a contrast to the silent concentration of the other two engrossed in pages.

Eventually, Lucy and Peter would end up cuddling with a thick blanket, and Peter would always fall asleep not long after. In a little while, Lucy would wake him up and get him to carry her to bed, even though she wasn’t really sleepy yet. 

“Carry me, Peter?”

She’d always do that when she was very little, and the tradition just went on. He’d be happy to oblige with a sleepy, warm grin.

Peter would come back to make sure the other two were okay, and then went to bed himself. 

Susan would be the next to turn in, after she finished whatever chapter she was on.

“I’m going to bed. Goodnight,” she’d say to Edmund.

“Wait,” he called when she got to the door.

“Carry me?” he said, eyes sparkling at his own joke.

She rolled her eyes, trying to not give him the satisfaction of a laugh, which she failed at in the end. 

With a smug smile at his victory, Edmund would finally say “Goodnight, Su.”

Edmund went on reading until he fell asleep.

And that’s how the Pevensies spent their downtime on winter nights. 

Lucy & Edmund

These two have always loved each other dearly, even when Edmund was a rotten little bully towards her when he was young. But it was their two years alone together that really built them. After Susan and Peter both went off to college, they didn’t know what to do with themselves. In their big empty new house, though, they found each other. And Lucy found her big brother when she was having trouble adapting to high school. He was always there for her day or night. He helped her with her homework, gave her advice about teachers, gave her strength with the mean girls, and terrified the group of boys who thought they could mess with her. Lucy, in return, was the only one who could coax her brother out of his room or off the internet. They baked together on Friday nights, went adventuring on weekends, and he helped her start her Vlog in every way he could. She went on college tours with him, which helped because he was secretly terrified of college. She was there when his nightmares were bad. And she helped him win the heart of his first crush. And Lucy also told Edmund that all he’d have to do was say the word and she would beat the girl to a pulp after she broke Edmund’s heart by using him to get to Peter. (Lucy also always tried to set him up with other girls during these two years, but it always ended up in disaster.) These two years where they were alone together definitely influenced both of their college decisions; Edmund didn’t want to be far from his sister who would be home alone and Lucy loved visiting Edmund in the city. At college, their relationship changed, just a little. They grew up and hang out like friends rather than lonely siblings. They still tease each other and have inside jokes, but most of all they have each other’s backs. Always.

Here are some random thoughts of mine about Pevensies and Golden Age:

• King Edmund absolutely learns how to use magic. He has telekinesis power and sometimes he can control air, fire or water if he really needs.

• When High King Peter speaks, especially before going to a battle, Narnians hear roaring. They always think Aslan is around but it is never seen. Mr. Tumnus realized they heard the roaring when High King spoke.

• King Edmund has so many silver rings on his fingers.

• When Queen Susan smiles, there is a breeze smelling like cherry and vanilla.

• It also happens when Queen Lucy smiles but the smell is different. Everyone smells their own favorite scent.

• High King Peter's body is full of scars, little or big. He has one scar on his cheek it makes him both scary and attractive.

• Sometimes when Queen Susan moves her hand, stars change their places. Queen Lucy was the one to notice. When Susan reached for her arrow, there was a movement in the sky and when Lucy looked she saw that the stars were different.

• Queen Lucy hates to wear shoes. She goes barefoot to even political meetings.

• And she is always late because she is busy with dancing with fairies, talking to animals, hugging trees.

• Queen Susan knows how to play harp and when she does, the harp shines.

• Queen Lucy's shadow is a lioness. It scares the enemies when they are in a battle.

• High King Peter is actually so gentle. He smiles and is kind to everyone who flirts with him.

• King Edmund's hands are covered in ink because he secretly writes down their adventures. He is also the librarian of the castle.

• High King Peter is an excellent blacksmith.

• High King Peter sometimes wears earrings.

• Queen Susan designs her own jewelery.

• Queen Lucy is a great nurse and always with injured soldiers because her aura can calm them down.

• King Edmund can speak with fairies in their own language.

Headcanon: Beginning in the Golden Age, Narnia throws summer balls in which the gowns are sleeveless, (inspired by the gowns the dryads and naiads don when they are trees less than people,) many guests show up wearing crowns made of flowers and leaves rather than silver and gold, and more often than not by the end of the night everyone is dancing barefoot, whether they are in the ballroom or on the soft, summer grass outside.

Memories of this tradition are very faint following the reign of the Telmarines, but once Caspian marries the star’s daughter, these summer balls with sleeveless gowns and flower crowns begin anew, and last until the end of time.

B!tches really be curled up under a pile of blankets watching Voyage of the Dawn Treader for the 5th time this week pretending they’re in Narnia and don’t have 50000 college assignments due....

It’s me, I’m b!tches

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some more headcanons for Narnia’s Golden Age

- the Unicorn on which Peter generally rode into battle was terrifying, bigger than any horse and with rather a hot temper. He was feared by much of the Narnian army and completely adored by Lucy

- absolutely no amount of scariness could overcome Lucy’s sheer delight at meeting a real Unicorn, especially when she was a little girl. her total refusal to be intimidated by him impressed the Unicorn and very soon he and Lucy were the best of friends, and she was granted the entirely unheard-of privilege of putting flowers in his mane

- when he was about six, Prince Corin announced that he was going to marry Susan. it being inappropropriate to say yes and unkind to say no, she told him that by Narnian tradition he would have to win her from Peter in a duel

- there was no such tradition and neither Peter nor Susan would have stood for it if there was. but the idea of fighting Peter, by then tall and battle-scarred and idolised by Corin, proved a bit much (as Susan had guessed) and Corin claimed he might actually just try when he was older. this is what prompted him to beg his father to let him start training in swordplay, but he denied that forever afterward

- the bane of Edmund’s life throughout the Golden Age was a small and extremely scruffy Owl named Horace

- Horace considered it his Lion-appointed duty to update Edmund every single morning on what had been discussed the previous night at the Owls’ Parliament. his enthusiasm for carrying out this duty resulted in him cannonballing into Edmund’s head just before dawn every day, a feat of bravery which Peter, Susan and Lucy all privately felt was probably worthy of a knighthood

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