starry-nightengale  asked:

Oh my gosh it JUST hit me that the Pevensies didn't actually get to see Cor and Corrin and Aravis grow up ;_; That entire epilogue if HHB, where it talks about Corrin earning the nickname "Thunderfist" and Aravis and Cor getting married, like they missed all of that...!


•Susan asks Dr. Cornelius
•She asks so many questions about her old friends
•She cries a little when she finds out Cor and Aravis married
•And she almost loses it at Corin because she and him were so close
•Lucy asks Caspian’s nurse after the whole battle is over
•The nurse fills in a few details
•But in the end, she’s asking lucy more questions about their personalities
•Lucy gladly tells her but tears up a little in the end because she misses her friends so much
•Edmund looks in the Telmarine library for old records
•There’s not too much, but it’s what he needs
•He reads about the laws Cor implemented and he feels proud when he sees how he accepted some of Edmund’s advice
•He’s so happy he and Aravis got married because he saw it coming a mile away
•He’s laughing at some of the shenanigans Corin got up to
•Peter visits the How and looks at the markings on the all
•He walks down one by one observing what happened to his friends
•He’s glad they’re not detailed
•He doesn’t want to see when they died or how they suffered
•He just wants to remember them as friends and for their accomplishments and their happiness

(A/N: Hey guys! Remember to eat something, drink some water and take your meds! Love you!)

Preference: Is he an introvert, ambivert or extrovert?


    Cas is a total extrovert.

    He can’t help it: he just feels more energized when he’s around other people. When he’s alone for extended periods of time, he gets withdrawals, especially when he’s without you. Often he’ll ask you to do read in his office, just so that he’s not alone and that you are around him.


Peter is an introvert.

He likes people, don’t get me wrong, but he prefers to be alone, with you as the exception sometimes. He didn’t know how to approach you about it when you first got together, not wanting to seem rude by saying, “I just need to be alone right now,” but he really just needed to be alone for a little bit, and it didn’t have anything to do with anything you were doing.


Ed is an ambivert.

He’s a bit of a tough cookie to crack. One minute Edmund is super excited and wants to be around others and talk and mingle and all that good stuff, but the next he doesn’t want to be there and he’s clinging to you asking if you can leave and it’s pretty confusing sometimes. He doesn’t mean to be a bit difficult, he just changes his mind at the drop of a hat.   

Ok but I’ve been binge watching the Narnia movies again, after not having seen them for a long ass time, and now, being a little older and (hopefully) a little more mature than I was when I first saw them, I always feel physically sick when I see the Pevensies being children after The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe because they just aren’t anymore and I can’t even begin to imagine what it must be like, to grow up as kings and queens, respected and important, and full of duty, only to go back to being 8 years old (in Lucy’s case).

They didn’t remember England, or the wardrobe, or their old lives, they were Narnians and they were pushed back, not only into a world that was bound to make them miserable, but also into bodies that couldn’t reflect what they’d been through.

Just imagine Peter, waking up in the morning, not remembering that he isn’t the Magnificent anymore, imagine him subconsciously reaching for something to trim his beard, only to remember that it isn’t there anymore, to expect old battle wounds to hurt until he realises that they can’t because he doesn’t have them.

Or Edmund, who left England a stubborn selfish little boy who only wanted his mummy back, and came back the Just, the redeemed traitor, the diplomat, the man, having to resort to being ten years old and probably not even allowed to peek at a newspaper because he’s just a child after all. He plays chess, incredibly well, he doesn’t mock his siblings anymore and all the friends he knew when he was still a boy are either irritated at his behaviour or too childish, too selfish for somebody who knows very well just what selfishness can do, who has a part of the White Witch in him, always.

Susan forgets, we all know that. She must’ve lain awake at night, remembering just what it felt like to cover pain and viciousness and gore with a smile and a blush, remembering being the Gentle, but never in war. She must’ve cried for all the lost years, for all that she learnt and that she can never forget, for all that she has accomplished, that will bring her nothing in this world that doesn’t feel like hers. So she sits down in front of a mirror, talks herself out of believing, telling herself that it wasn’t real, that it was just a dream, that this Narnia her siblings talk about is nothing but a game.
The truth is too terrifying, to devastating to face.

Lucy, little Lucy, who grew up under Mr Tumnus’ smiles and Aslan’s approving gaze, who was loved by all, who did learn how to rule, how to negotiate but who never forgot just what it means to be a queen of Narnia, this girl who matured into a woman, who had a woman’s mind and body and a queen’s grace, she who they called the Valiant, the lion’s daughter, she shrank into herself, into a child, younger than even her siblings. She remembers, clearest of them all, she is the only one who still knows Mr Tumnus’ face, still knows Aslan, but she is just a girl, a pretty little thing who will never be the queen she was, who will never be the woman she was because queenship forms a person in ways no schools can.

They must’ve been devastated when they tumbled to the floor, short and small, and there’s a war they have no control over and Lucy is small, Edmund is skinny, so skinny and Peter and Susan have lost their glow and they’ve changed, they’ve changed so much. (The first time, somebody calls them by just their names, they feel invalidated and small. And offended. They’re kings and queens, they’ve earned their titles and now they have to sit in a dim room filled with children and listen to teachers, have to allow themselves to be insignificant and nothing more than what they were when Lucy first stepped into Narnia - frightened children in the middle of a war they wish was never there in the first place)


‘The electric street-lamp may indeed be ignored, simply because it is so insignificant and transient. Fairy-stories, at any rate, have many more permanent and fundamental things to talk about.‘ (J.R.R. Tolkien in On Fairy-Stories)

‘In about ten minutes she reached it and found it was a lamp-post. As she stood looking at it, wondering why there was a lamp-post in the middle of a wood and wondering what to do next…’ (C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe)

aka 'am I petty enough to write a lamp-post into my story just because my friend said it’s a 'no-no’ in fantasy? Why yes, yes I am.’

So I had a thought.

CS Lewis said that Susan’s story “wasn’t over”.

Remember that time in Prince Caspian when Lucy had to go wake the others because she’d seen Aslan? And she was supposed to have them follow? And Ed voted for her, instead of against her like last time? And they all went, and they couldn’t see Aslan at first? Then Ed could. Then Peter could. And it took Susan the longest. But she could eventually. She apologized.

Now apply this to the train wreck scenario. Or pre-wreck, first off. Maybe life post-Narnia for the Pevensies was like this scenario.

Lucy and Edmund and Peter remember what Aslan had told them about “finding him in their world” and “learning to know him by that name”. In this scenario, it’s Lucy who gets it first. She was closest to him, anyway. Then she tells the others. Susan dismisses it as “games we played as children.” Peter says it’s best not to assume until they have more information. But Ed, remembering how Lucy has always been right about these things, especially concerning Aslan, believes her. Ed and Lucy then convince Peter.

They see Aslan again. In their world. But Susan doesn’t see him yet. And then there’s the wreck, and Susan is left behind, “no longer a friend of Narnia”.

But if we follow the trend with that scene in Prince Caspian, Susan sees Aslan eventually. That’s my main argument for why I believe “her story isn’t finished yet”. It’s just like when Lucy had to go wake the others, and only Ed believed her at first. Then Peter. And then, after awhile, after all the others, maybe after she had allowed herself a wild thread of hope… Susan believed as well, and saw Aslan.

I have no idea if this is a parallel that CS Lewis intended. But in that scene, Susan was the last to see Aslan after all the others did. That’s strikingly similar to her predicament post-wreck.

Just thoughts.

Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Request: Hi :) can you write an Edmund x reader where he’s running late for a meeting. So his hair is disheveled, his crown is crooked, and his buttons are in the wrong places. So y/n is super close to him, fixing his hair and stuff. Awkward Edmund <3

Edmund Pevensie x Reader - Being a Mess can Get You a Date
Setting: Golden Age
Contains: fluff? I guess? 

Sorry if it’s not that great! ;u; I wanted to try to get this one out as soon as possible since it’s my first one and all! ;u; I really kinda don’t like this one so I might redo it? 

Edmund rushed around the castle quickly grabbing a piece of bread from the kitchen before heading towards the stables to grab his trusty steed, Phillip. On his way he was still putting on his clothes and his crown was crooked as it sat upon his head. 

Edmund woke up a bit too late and he happened to be running late for a meeting with King Lune of Archenland and his brother, High King Peter… The Magnificent. He was woken up by a messenger who said that the meeting was much earlier than when he wanted to wake up. So he rushed to get ready. When he turned a corner, he crashed into somebody. His piece of bread fell out of his mouth as he cried out. A clatter from his crown echoed in the hallway of the castle.

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