Warnings: sorcery, that’s the closest thing I believe, touch of angst
Author’s Note: I have been rewatching the Narnia movies and as it’s been since I was six, my emotions for Edmund rang true. I had fun writing this, and I hope you like it also :)
“We have castaways!” You hear the captain yell. It doesn’t really have any interest to you though, not until you her Caspian call out to Edmund. Donning a large grin, you stand and make your way to the young king.
“Well well well, look at you, young and handsome as ever.” You say to the boy before you.
Edmund squints at you while wiping water from his face. Sure, you’re attractive, but he doesn’t remember knowing anyone of your age in Narnia. “I can assure you I have always been handsome, Miss…?” Your eyebrow quirk as a fog starts at the base of your feet, “Oh, I don’t know whether to be flattered, or hurt,” Now the fog engulfs you completely, “You don’t even remember you own wife? Your queen?” When the heavy smoke disperses, you’re the same age as Edmund again.
Without even thinking, Edmund throws his arms around you, “The advantages of marrying a sorceress, my king. We never truly have to be apart.” Pressing a kiss to his forehead, you take a step back, “My king, I have missed you more than words can ever express.”
Before Edmund can reply, the other boy that entered Narnia with them is whining, “Wife? Edmund doesn’t even live in his own house! And of all the people, she’s a witch! A - a -” Releasing Edmund, you step towards the fool Lucy has called Eustace and with each step, you grow bigger, “Watch the next words that leave your mouth, boy. You are a relative to my husband, and no blood of mine.”
Eyes wide and chest heaving, Eustace fumbles about his words, “I was just going to say that you’re a perfect match for my cousin.” Going back to your form, you smirk at the frightened boy, “Good. Now run along.” You’re hoping to get back to your husband, but Lucy wraps you in a hug, giggling at your encounter with her cousin, “Y/N! It’s so good to see you!” Smiling, You hug her back, “As it is always to see you Lucy, but if you don’t mind, I’d like to spend some time with my king.”
For the rest of the afternoon, you and Edmund sit together and talk about how your lives have been since you’ve been separated.
“It’s so hard.” You say softly, your shoulder resting against Edmund’s as you stare out at the water, “For years and years, I got used to waking up everyday with my husband by my side. Then you left. I remember the morning after, when you never returned from Spare Oom, and I had forgotten.
"When you weren’t beside me, I figured you and Peter were outside, sparring. But when I got out there, I was met with Aslan. Everyday day after that, for just a moment, I would look for you beside me, then I would remember that you were gone. Then you came back, and for the entirety of your stay, we were fighting a war. I still haven’t gotten used to not seeing your face in the morning, and I hate our worlds for it.”
Edmund hears the sadness in your voice and takes your hand in his. He’s about to agree with you, but he notices the ring on your finger, “Your wedding ring. You still wear it?” He asks you incredulously. You place a kiss to his hand, “My king, I never take it off. Things of Narnia can not go to your world, so I was not surprised to see you don’t have yours.”
Just as he goes to say something, the captain yells across the ship, “Land ho!”
The lot of you row up to the dock in long boats, but when you go to step out of yours, Edmund holds you back, “Stay here, it might be dangerous.” Raising your eyebrow, you smirk at your king, “I don’t know if you recall, my husband, but I have fought and helped win plenty of wars by your side.”
At this, Edmund’s face grows gravely serious, “Y/N, I just got you back, I’m not going to put you at risk. For once in our marriage, can you please not stay by my side. I won’t ask you again, but just this once, please.” Nodding, you pull Edmund’s lips to yours, “Come back to me safely. I’m not there to protect you.” You say once the two of you part, your forehead pressed to his. Nodding against you, Ed gives you one more quick kiss and leaves you standing there in the long boat, holding his wedding band in your pocket.
You all can talk about how cruel is John Green for killing off main characters and breaking your heart, but the worst thing I’ve ever read is The Last Battle. Yeah, Chronicles of Narnia.
(akward pause before I start screaming)
CS LEWIS LITERALLY KILLED ALL THE PEVENSIE FAMILY, ALL OF THEM BUT SUSAN. LIKE, SHE HAD TO BURY ALL HER FAMILY. THREE SIBLINGS. THREE. HER OLDER BROTHER AND HER BABY BROTHER AND MORE BABY SISTER. NO. NO. STOP IT. WHY. I DONT CARE ABOUT HLW SHE STOPPED BELIEVING, I REALLY DONT CARE, THATS JUST PLAIN BAD. MY CHILDHOOD ENDED THAT FUCKING DAY WHEN I READ THAT FUCKING BOOK. WHATS SO BAD ABOUT LIPSTICK???????? SUSAN WAS JUST SHIELDING HERSELF FROM THE PAIN OF NOT BEING IN NARNIA ANYMORE.
Alright, I just hate that.
The legendary friendship of Corin Thunderfist and Lucy the Valiant
In me, Corin saw a playmate, someone to befriend. And so it was. We spent hours together, both at Cair Paravel and Anvard. We were eachother’s favorite companion. Between us, it was friendship at first sight.
A few random Scorose headcanons running around in my head
Rose Weasley loves books more than almost anything. As a kid her mom reads The Chronicles of Narnia to her and she’s in love and as she gets older she goes on to read Jane Austen and Charles Dickens, who become her two favorites (although Pride and Prejudice will always own her heart). After learning about muggle authors in muggle studies, Scorpius asks her to lend him some books and Rose gets so excited and they end up having their own little private book club, where he reads one of her favorites and she’ll reread it and then they’ll spend an evening in the library discussing it. (He also loves Pride and Prejudice, though he pretends not to).
Rose has really long, wild, curly red hair and brightly blue eyes and a smattering of freckles across her face and shoulders. She doesn’t have the patience to deal with her hair so most days she just lets it do its things but occasionally Dominique or Lucy will take pity on her and braid it or something. Scorpius gets annoyed because her hair is always everywhere, but he prefers it when she wears it down and lets it be crazy.
Rose loves coffee and oversized sweaters. Scorpius prefers tea and somehow always seems to find his favorite sweaters going missing only to reappear a few days later on his petite girlfriend on whom they could be dresses.
Scorpius’ birthday is in November and he’s a total winter person. He loves cold temperatures and snow and wrapping up in warm blankets in front of the fire. Rose’s birthday is in June and she hates the cold and wishes it could be summer year round because she loves swimming and running around outside barefoot and laying out under the stars with her best friends.
Rose is ridiculously short, like 5′2 and impossibly bitter about it. The entire family thinks its hilarious that she’s the shortest one, even Grandma Molly is taller than her, and they tease her relentlessly for her height, which infuriates Rose. Scorpius is an entire foot taller than her and loves to remind her of it, though everyone knows that if it came down to the two of them Rose could hex him to pieces without batting an eye.
Rose is ridiculously smart and does really well in classes without really trying. Except for potions. She’s terrible at potions because she never reads the directions thoroughly so she always ends up accidentally skipping a line or adding an ingredient too early. Scorpius is organized and does all his work and is rather good at potions because he is cautious and thorough and he reads the directions twice before even starting.
Rose has a big personality and is loud and sometimes obnoxious. She loves PDA and holding hands and wearing matching christmas sweaters in December. Scorpius is more reserved and gets embarrassed by Rose’s public antics sometimes, but only because he’s been brought up in a family that was forced to keep to themselves if they wanted to survive.
When Rose looks in the mirror of Erised she sees herself and Scorius together all alone, with nobody looking at them strangely because he’s a Malfoy and she’s a Weasley. When Scorpius looks in the mirror of Erised he sees his family and Rose’s family together and laughing, with no prejudices and no bad blood and nothing keeping Rose from being with him.
Hello! I was wondering if you had any tips on creating non-human races without ending up just subconsciously copying Tolkien?
Fiction is full of non-human races by authors before and after Tolkien. I assume you’re looking at beings who are not humanoid (using Tolkien examples, creatures like ents, trolls, orcs, goblins, etc. Not including elves, dwarves, shapeshifters, wizards, etc.).
Look at: The Reckless series by Cornelia Funke The Tempest by William Shakespeare Watership Down by Richard Adams The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis The Last Unicorn by Peter Beagle The Warriors series by Erin Hunter Pretty much any of the extended universe Star Wars books
You’ll always be informed by the work of others you read, but the more broadly read you are, the more those influences will be varied and you’ll be much less likely to have a single work or author influence you.