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softlyblues · 8 months

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i love thinking about how differently the pevensies approached their reigns and the different people they considered essential to their reign. i love thinking about susan pevensie wafting scent on paper and sealing letters about flowers and birdsong to duchesses and princesses and tarkheenas and countesses and ladies across the known world and getting replies about watercolours and dresses and a whole world of knowledge exchanged where the most expert cipher breaker would never find it. i love thinking about susan pevensie gardening and swimming and hunting and walking and building. i love thinking about pilgrimages young narnians, young archenlanders and calormene folk and ettinsmoor people and lone islanders coming to open court to catch a glimpse of the most beautiful woman that's ever lived.

in my head susan has a little court of songbirds (talking songbirds of course) and mares otters and salmon and faunesses and centaurs. they call themselves, fondly, the nightingales. they are her ladies of the court (and only some ladies are nightingales because susan keeps her friends close and her enemies closer) and they love her because when you look at queen susan you can't help but love her.

i love thinking about how edmund has the king's magpies, a spy ring that works in the dark and in secret and is fiercely loyal to a man (boy) that doesn't believe he deserves it, and i love love thinking about how susan has her nightingales, a ferocious band of violence wrapped in ribbons and perfume, and she knows that she deserves them and they deserve her right back

#narnia #edmund susan peter lucy #the problem of susan #narnia fic #narnia hc #susan pevensie

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tending-the-hearth · 7 months

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edmund absolutely adored snowy weather. waking up to snow on the ground was his dream come true, and he rarely waited long enough to be bundled up before rushing outside and leaping into the fluffy, cold snow. it was his favorite weather, and that was one trait about him that always made his mother and father laugh.

but upon the pevensie's return home, their mother notices the shift in edmund.

one evening, as it gets closer to christmas, she notices the snowfall outside, and smiles, calling to edmund, announcing the snow with the expectation that he'll rush to the glass, press his nose up against it, and ask delightedly if they can go sledding in the morning.

instead of the joyful shine in her youngest son's eyes, however, she sees nothing but horror as he abandons his chess game with susan in favor of scrambling backwards, getting as far away from the window as possible, curling up into the tiniest ball, his face pressed into his knees.

she's left at a loss for words, and reaches out for him, but she's too slow compared to his siblings. immediately, lucy's at her brother's side, crouching in front of him and holding his hands tightly as she whispers soft things in a nonsensical language. peter's grabbing the warmest blanket from the couch, and sitting beside edmund, wrapping it around his shoulders and tucking his brother against his side. susan's returning from the kitchen where she had rushed off to as soon as her mother announced the snow, a steaming mug of tea (not hot chocolate, never hot chocolate. the taste makes edmund want to vomit, memories of cold touches burning his skin, and tempting whispers of power in his ears) held tightly in her hands before it's passed off to edmund.

their mother can only watch as edmund shakes, eyes firmly fixed on lucy's face as she holds his hands with a smile, as peter begins speaking softly, a whispered story only for his siblings' ears, as susan gently runs her fingers (warm and firm, never cold and frail like the ones that haunt edmund's dreams) through his hair.

edmund doesn't love snow anymore.

#i imagine there's one snowy day where mrs. pevensie brings home a box of turkish delights #bc she knows they're edmund's favorites #but the second he sees them he's rushing off to the bathroom retching #my hc that edmund absolutely loathes hot chocolate after narnia continues #chronicles of narnia #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #edmund pevensie #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie

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an-angels-fury · 4 months

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You're the Most Beautiful Boy

Yeah, the first time I finish a fanfic in my life (well, I don't even know if this counts as a fanfic anyway - a oneshot maybe??? - but anyway...) and, surprisingly, is about Caspeter!!!

Ngl, I'm quite happy with the final result.

Also, just to be clear, this is supposed to be read as Peter's POV (it's basically all about him being traumatized and emotionally fucked up and, because of that, thinking he's unworthy of love and Caspian just being there to prove him otherwise).

The fic's title is taken out from the song of same name by The Irrepressibles (this one and "Two Men in Love" are so fucking beautiful and have such strong Caspeter Vibes in a way I can't even express 🥹😍).

Anyway, good reading 🫶

P.S.: A friendly reminder that English isn't my first language, so pls give me a break.

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Reasons to not kiss him:

1. You weren't raised to love tender.

You are capable of love. You know how to be kind. You've doubted many things about yourself, but your unshakable devotion to those you love has never been one of them. But when you live in a world gripped by war, where you know that everything you hold dear can be ripped away from you at any moment in the blink of an eye; where blood, death, and the crying of ghosts from the past haunt your worst nightmares, you learn to hold on to the little lives around you.

You still remember almost doubling over in despair at the sight of your half-dead brother on the battlefield, blood dripping from his lips and his fragile breathing faltering; you remember seeing him come back to life and hold his small body in your shaking arms, hugging him to your chest as if your heartbeat depended on it. You still remember scolding him for his disobedience with your voice breaking, feeling the trails of tears burning your cheeks and blurring your vision because you almost lost him. You almost lost him.

You are the oldest brother. You are the High King. Protecting your family and your kingdom is your responsibility, your duty. To love is to protect what gives meaning to your existence, even if the price is your own life. This is how you love: you surrender completely to the uncertainty of fate, because the light that shines in your heart burns brighter than the fear pulsing through your veins.

You are capable of love. You know how to be kind. You never doubted that. It's the way you love that terrifies you on your most restless nights - intensely, fervently, always fighting and holding on so tight that your teeth grind and your knuckles turn white. Your love is like the Sun: welcoming, radiant. But, above all, consuming. And you're afraid that your love will scare him - someone who never knew love at all - as much as it scares you.

2. When he’s around all you do is tremble. When he’s around you want to get on your knees. Look how much power he has over you. It's dangerous.

There are a million reasons why you convince yourself that you truly hate him. You recite this list in your mind like a sacred mantra to never forget.

You hate the indignation in the prince's voice every time he insists on going against or disagreeing with your decisions. You hate the boy's immaturity in dealing with his own emotions. You hate his gall in pointing the sword at your throat while you blame him for the tragedy you both brought upon yourselves and your people. You hate him for wanting to steal your throne and crown - symbols whose weight you never asked to carry. You hate him because he is an insecure, confused, and angry boy who is constantly trying to prove himself fit and worthy to take on the title of king. You hate him because... he's exactly like you.

You also hate the way those dark eyes meet your blue ones, like night meets day, and penetrate the cracks of your invisible armor as if it were nothing but air. You hate the blush that takes over your face every time you quickly look to the side and notice the sparkle of fascination and idolatry in the prince's eyes, always admiring you from afar, in silence. You hate how, every day you spend by his side, your heart races at the sound of his voice, your body weakens at the touch of his hand, and the words formed in your mouth dissolve into the air like smoke. You can still feel the heat of fire on your tongue.

You hate him for the effect he has on you - and he doesn't even have a clue.

3. He's too good at forgiving and you're too good at violence.

You despise violence. You despise everything that is connected to the idea. But sometimes violence seems like the only thing you're really good at. It's a curse.

All books that narrate stories about the Golden Age of Narnia have always emphasized how skilled and unbeatable the High King was on the battlefield; how your war cry was powerful enough to make the mountains shake and the spirits of your soldiers rise to the heavens. But none of them made mention of the horrors that haunted you, even when you were already surrounded by the safety of the walls of your castle, your beloved home.

All those memories, so vivid in your dreams that they leave you thrashing in bed and waking up voiceless, your skin pale and cold with sweat and the tremors taking over every inch of your body. The screams of your men begging for help and suffering in pure agony. The dirt from your nails and the blood of your enemies that still runs hot and sticky down your fingers no matter how many times you wash your hands. No matter how many times you run away from war, it will always find you. You already know her and even greet her like an old friend. You already feel her presence - the famous shiver down your spine - before she even has a chance to knock on your door. She found a home in you. It's part of who you are.

His tanned skin, once smooth and delicate in the sunlight, already showed the first battle marks, small cuts on his beautiful face and calluses around his fingers. He was just beginning to understand the price of holding a life in his hands. You fear that this burden will be too heavy for him to carry and that, sooner or later, his shoulders will give in to the exhaustion caused by the pain of his actions. You learned to pick yourself up and rebuild yourself again, piece by piece. You learned to hide the pain with a smile. You always held on, not because you believed you were brave enough or strong enough, but because you believed it was the right thing to do. For your family. For your people. For your home.

“But what about him?” You ask yourself when you turn your back to the man on his knees beside you and face the young prince, giving him your sword, offering him the chance to kill the uncle who left him an orphan and who, years later, tried to destroy him and usurp his throne. You see the coldness in those brown eyes as they stare back at you, as well as the flicker of doubt that lies within, and you quickly look away when he takes the weapon.

"But what about him?" The question keeps echoing in your head, until it is silenced by the angry scream that escapes the prince's throat. In one agile movement, he throws the blade towards the ground and orders the defeated tyrant to leave with his life. You watch carefully the way the boy gets up and walks away from his uncle with slow, heavy steps, his chin raised and his eyes shining with unshed tears. The feeling of relief takes over your heart for a moment and, without even realizing it, your dry lips open into a simple line, similar to the shadow of a smile.

This is the moment you realize who the real man in front of you is. That's the king you're fighting for. Whatever challenges the future will bring him, he'll face them the same way he did today: with justice, dignity, mercy and, above all, kindness. He is good and forgiving and you love him for it. But you would never admit that out loud, least of all to yourself.

4. You know what they say about monsters. You know what happens to the boys who love them. Are you going to do that to him?

"You're not a monster" Your siblings whisper in your ears after another night in which you drag yourself out of nightmares, suffocated by your own crying and clenched fists, with your nails pressed so hard against your palms to the point of oozing blood. For a moment, you surrender to the sweet sound of the voices you love most in the world and allow them to caress you like feathers, calming the inner bitterness that torments you and does not allow you to rest.

Maybe you're not a monster, but you know well their wicked schemes and the treacherous way they act. You know them because you carry them with you every day. They are there, sinking teeth into your neck and claws into your wrists, making you spit and drown in your own blood. You still feel the craving caused by the bitter taste of bile that burns the roof of your mouth like acid. You still feel the shiver caused by the nauseating sensation of the demon's snake tongue hissing in your ear, exposing all your weaknesses and reminding you of all your crimes.

They want to break you and destroy the railings that imprison them. They want to crush your bones and make you suffer slowly and painfully until you have no choice but to bend to their will. They want you to set them free. But you refuse. You never give in.

You can scream to the void at the top of your lungs until your knees give in from exhaustion. You can punch a stone wall over and over again until your knuckles are black and throbbing. You can even lie on the floor in a huge ball of pain and anguish and pull at your blond hair as you try to get rid of the red-hot steel chains wrapped around your lungs that prevent you from breathing properly.

And that's why you do everything you can to push him away. The thought of your monsters tearing and corrupting his spirit from the inside out, forcing him to see the image of who you truly are, is too much for you to bear. You would never forgive yourself for seeing that light die and knowing that you were responsible for such horror.

No, you're not a monster. You carry them inside you and hear their angry and accusatory words every night, but you will never allow them to turn you into something you're not. Never.

5. Your hands don’t know how to be gentle. Think about the last beautiful thing that shattered in your palms. The fresh rosebuds crumbling between your fingers like a bruise. You wolf-boy, you war machine. You wouldn’t know how to hold something magic and not destroy it.

Once upon a time, a large and majestic golden-maned lion named you "Wolf's Bane". But the truth is that no ruin you brought to any creature would ever compare to the ruin you carry within yourself. There was no reason to be proud of being a weapon in God's hands. There was no reason to boast about the lethality of your sword. There was nothing glorious about war.

You are not a god, nor a king, nor a man, much less a boy. You are a nameless being, a freak of nature, dressed in a skin that does not belong to you. Whatever is inside your chest burns and twists like red-hot iron. You are a burning hurricane with the face of an angel and the scars of an old man who has lived hundreds, thousands of lives. You brought happiness and love during your reign, but you also left a trail of destruction in your wake. And you know that he would go through the path of darkness just to hold your hand and keep you company amid the rubble of the Hell you carry inside, even though he knows that it would condemn him forever, simply because he loves you. He loves you and you know it and it tortures you.

One touch of your lips would be enough to turn the flowers growing in your loved one's soul into ashes and you would witness the delicate petals decomposing in your hands. How could you destroy something so beautiful and live the rest of your life without hating yourself for it?

6. If you hurt him it might kill you.

"You won't hurt him. You won't break his heart."

It is a solemn oath that you are fully committed to keeping. You will not allow your selfishness to speak louder, no matter how tempting it may be. You are better than this. A love like this could only end in disaster, and you are already too tired, too damaged, too fed up with fighting the inevitable. Deceiving him with a false promise only to abandon him immediately with the intention of never seeing him again would be cruel, if not sadistic. It would be like sticking a dagger into his heart as you stood there, just watching the life vanish from his eyes like mist into the void. Another crime to be added to your pile of rubble.

"You won't do that. You won't break his heart. Unless you want to die."

7. If you hurt him you might kill yourself.

He doesn't really know you. He doesn't and you convince yourself it's better this way. If only he knew all the thoughts that go through your head every time you look at him. All the things you think about doing with him when you two are alone... you'd never have the courage to face him again.

If you could open your chest and rip out all those feelings you know you shouldn't feel just so you could have a minute of peace and silence, you would have done it a long time ago. Maybe then you would finally be able to form some coherent thought related to any other subject or anyone other than him.

You need to 'unlearn' this love, before you hurt him beyond repair and are unable to forgive yourself. He's lost too much too, you remember. He has suffered enough and he doesn't deserve this. You don't deserve him. Since when does a sinner with sinful desires deserve good things?

8. You are very bad at rehabilitation. This is one addiction you’d fail to give up. He's going to ruin you for all other kisses and all other boys and you’ll spend the rest of your life trying to forget his name.

You always knew that this love story could never come true. You may be proud, reckless, careless, but you are no fool.

You remember the ball at the castle after the Narnians won the battle of Beruna. You remember seeing centaurs and fauns dancing, nymphs singing, laughing dwarves and talking animals enjoying the food and drinks served. You also remember smiling when you saw your siblings having fun and enjoying every moment of that night as if there was no tomorrow and reveling in their happiness. There was life and music and dance and explosions of light and color and every detail was a delight to the heart and soul. But when your eyes meet the prince - now crowned king - dressed in his ceremonial robe, letting himself be carried away by the festive atmosphere and exuding the purest joy, everything around him seems to fade in comparison. He looks majestic.

For a quick moment, the new king's eyes meet yours in the crowd and you swear you feel your heart skip a beat and your breathing falter. In another life, you would walk up to him and ask him to dance. In another life, he would hold your hand and place a chaste kiss on your fingers. He would laugh adorably at the blush growing on your cheeks and you, infected by the sweetness present in that voice, would laugh back. And when you both least realized it, you would kiss him and whisper your vows of love against the warmth of his lips like a believer whispers his prayers to a saint and, suddenly, you would feel stronger, more courageous and free. And when you opened your eyes, he would still be there, smiling, and there he would remain for the rest of your lives.

But that will never happen. One day, the king will find his perfect match, his queen - or perhaps king - and nothing else will matter. He will be happy and he will be able to love without fear, and you... you will spend the rest of your life trying to move on, but without ever really leaving your place. You cannot love him as he wants to be, as he deserves to be. You can't do it because your heart already belongs to something so much bigger than yourself. But you're also unable to forget him.

Either way, he was never yours to lose.

9. You still aren't sure he isn't a dream.

He's too good to be true. Sometimes you find yourself pinching your arm just to make sure he's real and not another one of your many fervent delusions.

Before you leave, you try to hold on to all the times you closed your eyes and found yourself surrounded by those strong arms, feeling the magical touch of his hands illuminating all the cold and dark spots of your soul. All the times you dreamed of running your fingers through that long, black hair, getting lost in those soft, wavy locks that fall down the back of his neck in the form of a beautiful waterfall. All the times you woke up panting after imagining yourself tasting that mouth and delighting in the sweet nectar of those rose lips.

Yes, you promise to record every detail of him like a man in love memorizing the lines of a poem. You will dream so much about him and the story you both could have written that maybe - maybe - the higher force that governs the universe will hear your cry and take notice of your suffering, making your dearest wish come true. And everyone around you will sigh in a mixture of delight and envy when they see you together, because none of them had ever witnessed a purer and truer love like yours until then.

10. If you kiss him, you might wake up.

The hard truth is that you don't want to leave. You didn't wait for this moment for so long only for it to end so soon.

You are not ready to leave him. You're not ready to say goodbye. But what other choice do you have? You may be a king, but even you don't have the power to control the stars, turn back the clock or stop the sun from setting. Destiny is an intangible and indomitable mystery and trying to change this fact is a battle doomed to failure.

However, no matter how aware you are about the way things work, fear remains. You're afraid you won't kiss him and spend the rest of your days cursing yourself for missing the chance of a lifetime. But you're also afraid to kiss him and, the moment you open your eyes, you'll find yourself in the solitude of your room in England, realizing that he never really existed and everything that made him who he was was just an illusion created by your mind as a way to escape the cold reality that was your life.

Yes, you want to protect him from yourself. But the hard truth is that you also want to spare your battered and patched heart the pain of breaking again, as it has happened so many times before. The harsh truth is that you are much more fragile and sensitive than you wish you were.

"You love him" Your melancholic heart weeps.

"Yes, I do" You mourn "And that's why I must let him go"

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Reasons to kiss him:

1. Because he's beautiful.

Oh God, he is so beautiful. His face, his arms and hands and feet make up a masterpiece so luminous and divine that it would make the greatest artist in the universe prostrate himself on the floor in tears. He is the most beautiful boy you have ever seen with your own eyes, both inside and out.

Every little thing about him enchants you and steals your breath away, even the ones that others would consider too insignificant to even bother paying attention to: like the way a wild lock of his hair fall delicately in front of his eye and you have to hold back the urge to approach and use your hand to pull it away and place it behind his ear. Or the dimple that appears on the left side of his mouth every time he smiles or laughs. Or the way he turns up his nose and bite his lower lip when he's lost in thought or in a deep state of concentration.

And of course, there was his innocent, childlike excitement as he shared the story behind every constellation he was able to find in the sky. You always believed that the night suited him well, similar to a black veil decorated with moon and silver, as if his very being had been conceived by the stars that fascinate him so much and call him by his name.

Yes, he is absolutely beautiful. And you, just a mere mortal, wonder how long you'll still be strong and intelligent enough before you let yourself be seduced by the sound of that velvety voice and those eyes that seem to analyze you attentively as if you were some kind of enigma to be deciphered. It's like he's able to see some beauty inside you that you yourself could never see. Or that maybe you have just forgotten.

2. Because he asked.

You never expected that, on your last night, he would notice your absence in the middle of the party and see you retreating to the privacy of your chambers, just wishing you could fall into a deep, empty sleep where you could forget about the coming of tomorrow for some hours. You never expected that he would abandon his own moment of glory just to run after you and ask if you were okay. You never expected that his hand entwined with yours would be enough to tear down all the barriers you had built around you and leave you completely defenseless, with nowhere to hide. However, the most unexpected of all was when the new king, in a shy gesture, gently lifted your chin with his fingertips so that your eyes met his - those dark, adoring eyes that seemed to strip away every inch of your body - and said in a playful and, at the same time, challenging tone:

"Kiss me"

You're not sure if that was a request or an order, but what does it matter? The only thing you know is that his touch burns your cheeks and it feels so, so good and those eyes are now focused on your lips and the two of you remain where you are for what feels like ages and this silent torture is slowly killing you two.

You're still scared. It's fear that paralyzes you and leaves you stagnant. Afraid of this all being a dream, fear of ruining him, fear of God despising you for your dirty and sinful soul, but mostly, fear of suffering and knowing that you brought it all upon yourself.

But he wants the same thing as you and he has expressed that desire right there in front of you - the desire that you have worked so hard to bury in the depths of your heart. Would it be so bad to let it speak louder just once in your life?

3. Because he preceded "Please" with "I'm not afraid of you".

He presses his forehead against yours and whispers your name in an exasperated voice and you can feel all the yearning, all the desire and all the devotion and you don't understand how you can stay standing after that. You finally decide to break your silence:

"I don't want to hurt you"

You don't try to appear strong, you don't want to pretend anymore. So you do the only thing you are capable of doing now: you just tell the truth.

You can feel the warmth of his breath caressing your lips when he tells you:

"I'm not afraid of you"

And then, he gets closer to your face until your mouths are just a few millimeters apart.

“Please” He is practically begging this time and you want so badly to give in, you want so badly to end his agony and just let him in. So you finally come to conclusion that if this is the only chance you have to truly love him, even if just for one night, then you will take it like your life depends on it. And that's exactly what you do: you close your eyes and kiss him.

He tastes like honey and wine and sweet surrender and, for once, you know it's real and not just another dream. You drink and savor and breathe this moment and he responds with the same intensity.

He touches you as if you were a treasure. You are the Sun and you are magnificent to him, not because of your title, your power or the legendary aura that the idealization of your figure carries. You are magnificent because you are human just like him and the simple fact of your existence is a miracle in itself. He draws a map of the sky on your skin and transforms all your scars and imperfections into the constellations he adores so much. From then on, all you want most is to show him the way you see him, how he makes you shine.

So you take him to your bed and between kisses and whispers and prayers and messy sheets, you love him. You love him, again and again and again. And when the flame that consumes you burns out and you both let yourselves being taken by the wave of calm that falls upon the room, you hug him and press the palm of your hand against his chest, paying attention to the song that his heart sings. At that moment, he covers your hand with his and smiles.

"Take care of it. Take it and carry it in your heart. It's yours."

I'm yours.

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clochanamarc · 9 months

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but bc the diner is like. a multiversal gateway or whatever (like not a gateway but multiple universes converge there, largely due to the vast presence of magic and power, and people from other universes can visit the diner and explore the diner's universe from there) but ANYWAY this plus the mechanics of the whole thing means that stanley's diner is technically a version of narnia.

#( OUT OF SOULS. )#( ' a certain... wisdom. ' / hc. )#( this started as crack but literally where is the joke )#( if daryl dix.on and lego.las show up to have a few waffles together )#( like i'm js daryl's gonna think it's narnia )#( lego.las just sipping a green tea and serenely accepting the humans around him )#( i think about this a lot can u tell? )

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radiantsouth · 2 years

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the pevensies and their daemons

a his dark materials au

their daemons preferred the forms of more domesticated animals when they were still in london. after they were evacuated to the countryside, they transformed more often into wild animals, inspired by the nature surrounding them. they were more careful around the professor’s house since mrs. macready’s bloodhound daemon could sniff them out quite easily

lucy was the most imaginative out of all of then whem it came to her daemon changing forms, but she preferred animals she could play with like big dogs or cats

peter’s daemon often took large forms similar to lucy’s to better watch over her. one time lucy got stuck up a tree and peter’s leopard daemon held lucy’s by the scruff of his neck all the way home

edmund’s daemon preferred keen animals such as eagles, bats, and snakes, or quick animals like cheetahs, hares, and falcons. he depended on her to do what he could not

susan was the most grounded out of all of them, but the part of her that longed for freedom and autonomy manifested in her daemon, who preferred forms that could fly. also the least imaginative of the four, susan’s daemon liked mimicking whichever animal her siblings chose, especially when they were distressed and in need of comfort

they didn't find the fact that animals talked in narnia to be strange, but that they were individuals in their own right and not part of a human

the white witch had no daemon, which terrified edmund at first because she looked so human. it was only later, after he was free from her spell, that he realised she didn't have one because she had no soul

edmund’s daemon tried to persuade him not to go to the white witch, citing that they should follow peter. but edmund had refused and countered she was always on peter’s side and not his, not knowing that she was the part of him that longed for peter’s approval

peter treated his daemon more like an advisor, trusting her to lead him to the right decisions. she settled into a painted dog after peter killed maugrim, and she was often the fiercest animal on the field of battle

susan was the most aloof towards her daemon, in the sense that she considered him as more of a friend than an extension of herself. he settled into a nightingale, and on the occasions that susan was called to fight, he would fly above the field and call to her when her siblings were in danger

edmund’s daemon was his sharpest verbal sparring partner, often pointing out the holes in his logic before he could realise. his daemon settled into an arctic fox who would goad his enemies’ daemons and distract them

lucy, by far the most self-assured out of the four, was closest to her daemon in that she saw him as much a part of her as one of her limbs. he settled into a large bobcat, and when she was still small enough she would ride him everywhere

as the years passed by, the magic of narnia worked on the humans and their daemons, strengthening their bonds. it was said that the monarchs could see through their animal eyes, greatly increasing their perception

the pevensies, not having lived around other humans with daemons in narnia, forgot the customs that governed their world. when they got out of the wardrobe, they were deemed strange for touching each other’s daemons, but the adults thought it a mark of their closeness. even so, they only did it in private after they were reminded of the taboo

their parents found it quite sad that their daemons had already settled, but they chalked it up to the war, choosing to ignore how their children were now wiser than they were before

#the chronicles of narnia #narnia #tcon #narnia hcs #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #the pevensies #in order their names are aristomache alastair kiara and hartwin #but i didnt include them in the post so you can imagine what their names are :)#hdm au

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tumblinglikeduckling · 3 months

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Currently watching my son, Eustace, starting to open up to the group and feeling accepted and a part of it all rather than an extra person on board.

So proud of my son <3

#hugging my copy of hc andersens fairytales as I watch my fave narnia movie #(I don’t remember all the narnia movies cuz it’s been years since I last saw them but I remember liking this one a lot so I’m gonna claim #it as my favorite)#narnia #eustace scrubb #my son <3 #so proud

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drachliebe · 4 months

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so when it comes to a lot of " man and nature " storytelling , nature tends to hold great animosity / resentment towards mankind for a lot of valid reasons-- but that isn't the case with t.abaluga and the residents of his world .

the creatures there are a little wary of humans , sure-- but the general consensus is a primarily positive one . humanity is the youngest child of life , but a wonderfully unique creation meant to be their nurturers and protectors-- like the dragons !

of course , this could be read as naivety since humans are near nonexistent here ( and a.rktos HAD to get the inspiration from somewhere , and surely no relative beast holds such cunning and cruelty ) BUT . . . idk it's just an interesting point of view for the natural world seeing humans as one of their own for a change .

#🔥) ⋆｡°✩hc .#// yeah eisworld holds the place for 'humanity' in this story BUT #//their lives kinda suck because of a.rktos' post-modern tyrannical dystopian rule ala 1984 and metropolis (1927)#// ANYWAY there's shared sentiments w/ how narnia sees the human children

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uppastthejelliclemoon · 1 year

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did i ever mention my hc that if cats takes place within the same time period that t.s. eliot published "old pussum's book" then the pevensies would 100% be tugger's human family

#me shoving my two hyperfixations + comfort medias together #chronicles of narnia #rum tum tugger #cats the musical #listen i have a WHOLE list of hcs about a con/cats crossover

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supersteveharrington · 2 years

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autistic hcs because i do what i want !! no arguements allowed 😊

- EVERYONE in stranger things.

- [ANIMANIACS] dot, yakko, and wakko warner

- [THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA] the pevensie siblings

- [THIS IS US] kevin and randall pearson

- [HIMYM] robin scherbatsky, ted mosby, barney stinson, and kevin venkataraghavan

- [MCU] peter parker (ALL. THREE.), peter quill, tony stark, loki laufeyson, michelle jones, mysterio (seriously do not question), steve rogers, and bucky barnes

- [OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH] edward teach, jim jimenez, stede bonnet, roach

- [THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY] would u guys get mad if i said all of the hargreeves lamo...

- [SOUTH PARK] kyle broflovski, craig tucker, stan marsh

if you ask me to elaborate you will get the response of "no" or "because"

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spaceagebachelormann · 10 months

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peter with a reader who always forgets things??!?!

like she forgets where she put her sword and to drink water and he has to constantly chase after her and remind her??

that's so cute

ty babe <3

peter pevensie with a gf who forgets things.

♬ fandom: chronicles of narnia

♯ genre: fluff

♪ mars thoughts: AJAJAJAJJA I LOVE HIM SM <33 this is perfect because he’s the loml and i suck at remembering stuff 😭 also i put it as hcs cause that’s how i first imagined it in my head!! dividers by @/benkeibear

♮nav - masterlist

hes so <3

like you’re just walking around minding your own business and then you’re like “hey. wait where’s my water???”

and then your pretty bf is beside you holding it like “you forgot it AGAIN”

and then he lovingly makes fun of you for forgetting you put your water bottle in his hands before walking away and not saying anything

other than the fact he’s constantly chasing you to remind you where you put something (and this can be fairly annoying to him) he finds it cute <3

he’d try to find a way to help you remember when you put them but you forgot how to remember it 😭

you tried dw

he also. kinda hoped you didn’t because he liked being the person you came to when you needed help finding stuff

he seems like one of those people who gets rlly happy knowing he helped another person

so it’s like a huge ego/energy boost for him

BUT if he’s leaving for somewhere and won’t be back for awhile he starts writing down where you put things and gives you the paper so you can look and add to it <3

would def say “don’t forget you have the paper” to be a lovingly boyfriend bitch

ALSO ALSO if you forgot your sword it’d be the funniest thing ever to him

cause like you’re this rlly strong and talented and very pretty sword wielding girlboss

and nobody knows that seconds before you wielded the sword you couldn’t even remember where you put it

and if you forget things like drinking water or even eating cause your busy

he’s a little upset cause like. you’ll die?? if you don’t?? but he doesn’t ever like chastise you cause he knows you’re busy

so he just reminds you or brings you water and food and is kinda just like “eat”

also. he didn’t cook that food. man can’t cook for shit

but if you forget it because you’re just forgetful and not busy hed def scold you a little

it’s not that like. effective 😭 cause he’s just standing there like “you can’t not eat y/n!! >:(”

AND if it takes place in the normal world instead of narnia and y’all go to the same school i have some thoughts

you’ll be like sitting in the cafeteria kinda upset cause you forgot your lunch

and he comes up and sits with you and has like a whole extra lunch prepared

hes so <3

and if you forget to do your homework or some shit like that right before the teacher comes to collect it he slides his hw onto your desk and tells you to write your name and gets in trouble for you

and then susan gets mad at him and everytime she knows you have homework she makes you come over and helps you with it <3

and he also helps!! i feel like he’s english/history smart and susan is geography/math smart so they like choose certain subjects to help with

it gets to the point where they have a whole detailed schedule

edmund is horrified with it because it hangs on the wall and is extremely visible

hes known for trying to destroy it with lucy’s help but that’s not important

MOVINGGGGG ONNNNNN

he’s overbearing. and he knows it.

at first he tries to like not immediately think you’re leaving after forgetting something

BUT HE CANT HELP IT

he asks what you forgot and when you run back inside to get it he probably starts laughing

i’ve officially run out of ideas for this <3 but tysm for requesting it

it made my brain itch /pos

#mars writing 🧈#cherry 🌙#mars silly little mutuals <3 #narnia #the chronicles of narnia #narnia x reader #chronicles of narnia #peter pevensie #peter pevensie x reader #x reader #pevensie siblings

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rogueddie · 11 months

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logically, I know that Steve would be a flawed person the same way everyone is, but I'm stuffed so far up his ass that I have a better chance of finding Narnia than coming up with a genuinely bad hc about him

#stranger things #steve harrington

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catholic-character-tournament · 1 year

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Catholic Character Tournament

Rules

No real-life people (No, you can't submit Jesus or the Pope)

Only submit a character once. You can submit as many other characters as you like

Catholic-coded characters are allowed. If your character is not from Earth but they follow a religion that is clearly inspired/based on Catholicism, then it's ok. (ex: Church of Seiros in Fire Emblem Three Houses)

Orthodox Christians in communion with Rome are allowed. (Ex: Copts, Greek Orthodox, etc. Click link to see the list)

Rule Modification: Eastern and Oriental Orthodox Christians(implied or hcs supported by text) are allowed. Click here for details.

If a headcanon can be supported by the text then the character is allowed. (ex: the Familia Madrigal from Encanto). Will accept simple explanations like "Donatello makes a cross"

Former Catholics/Lapse Catholics/non-religious characters are allowed only if being ex-Catholic is important to their characterization or story (themes about religious guilt or trauma).

Characters from religious allegories/texts that were heavily inspired by the creator's catholic faith are allowed (ex: Lord of the Rings and Narnia)

Biblically inspired characters are allowed (ex: Castiel from Supernatural or Aziraphale from Good Omens)

Characters from horror movies are allowed. Demons, however, are not. Unless you want to argue that the Demon is still Catholic, then be my guest.

Propaganda is allowed and encouraged. No holy wars tho, we gotta learn from our mistakes.

Inspired by @indigenous-character-tournament @plural-swag-competition @latine-showdown @italian-tournament @cringefailloser-tournament @mad-scientist-showdown @sun-n-moon-showdown @best-fictional-cat @bestfictionaldivorce @underrated-adversaries and others!!

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heartss4val · 9 months

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MASTERLIST ࿐

🕯️ . now playing ࿐ lacy — olivia rodrigo

THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA — edmund pevensie

edmund pevensie hc's pt 1 before dating. edmund pevensie hc's pt 2 before dating. edmund pevensie hc's pt 1 while dating.

THE RIORDANVERSE — percy jackson

morning, beautiful: percy doesn't like mornings. but what he does like is admiring his partner before they wake up.

cosmic feelings: who knew stargazing could be so distracting?

sweater weather: café date with percy.

love is homemade: after a long study session at the library, you find yourself feeling absolutely exhausted. thankfully, your loving boyfriend comes to the rescue by.. baking cupcakes?

midnight rain: you. percy. a rainy night. what more could you ask for?

i wanna be yours: percy jackson looks at you like you were the one who put the stars in the sky.

meet me at the rooftop: you had a couple ideas of where you'd be on christmas eve. percy jackson's rooftop was not one of them.

shut up & swim: dating swimmer percy hc's. here comes the sun: percy dating a child of apollo hc's. meet me in the graveyard: percy dating a child of hades hc's lay all your love on me: general dating hc's

baby tee: percy loves showing off his new shirt