#peter and edmund really would like him a lot

[rainintheevening]

Susan Anna Pevensie

No one else could have picked out the tremor in those graceful loops of ink, but she did. He did.

His hand, as he took the pen, was warm, and she caught his whisper as he bent down: "See there, you are an artist. What do I keep telling you?"

She smiled, just a little.

He signed and dated, and she leaned into his hip, grateful, throat aching as she wrapped her fingers tighter around the bouquet in her lap. Five white lilies, and two red roses, and forget-me-nots all around.

They would drive out to the cemetery afterward. Fred had been the one to suggest it, to let her know it was alright, even natural, to remember the dead on a day celebrating new life.

She looked up, sat straighter as he laid down the pen and made room for the witnesses to step in.

Fredrick Maxmillian Pilkington

She let herself smile at the dreadful, smudged left-handed signature. "No, that's what tells me you're the artist, dear."

"I suppose I'll have to choose which name to put on the paintings," he said thoughtfully. "Ah, Pilkington for the bad ones, Pevensie for the good ones, I suppose."

And when her eyes filled up with tears, she felt his arm around her shoulders, and his kiss in her hair, and she closed her eyes, thinking I don't deserve him. I don't deserve him at all. How did he ever come to choose me?

She was so uncertain about things, so careful and guarded and prickly. She had very nearly driven him away twice. But he had come back, he had stayed in her life, and now he was choosing to be in it for the rest of it.

As long as we both shall live.

Susan closed her eyes as their lips found each other, let the tears spill down her cheeks.

I don't think I deserve it, she was saying in her heart. But I choose you back. I choose you too.

The tears didn't show in the pictures, only her standing there in Mother's old wedding dress, clutching her flowers, and Fred in his old uniform, arms around her waist, resting his chin on her head.

*

Susan, from the Hebrew Shoshana/Shoshan, meaning lotus flower or lily, also suggestive of purity and beauty. The name of Dr. Susan Crocker, a pioneering physician. The name of Susan B. Anthony an American suffragist. The name of Susan Hiscock, MBE, who crewed with her husband aboard their sailing ship.

A name, before it's explosion of popularity c. 1930, characterized by several poets, societal reformers, physicians, journalists, and freethinkers.

*

It was his suggestion, taking her name on the end of his.

"Look, I've got five older brothers, Lord knows there's enough Pilkingtons in the world. We aren't rich, we aren't titled, honestly, I'm not sure my parents would even notice if I went and became a Communist. They won't mind. I'd be honoured to carry on the Pevensie name, and no mistake."

Susan had thought of her father, how she'd brushed him off, ignored his advice, called him old and 'stuck in tradition'. She hadn't said anything mean when she'd left for America, but she certainly hadn't said anything kind or particularly loving.

She'd come back after the accident, come back to England with one suitcase and a hatbox, and never even considered leaving again.

How could she leave when all that had really mattered was here? Here but gone. All gone to ghosts, holes in the fabric of her reality, in the space of an empty armchair, a silent kitchen, rumpled sheets on a bed, unfinished letters, overdue library books.

Fred had been the first real, solid thing in her life After.

And she couldn't help thinking how her father would like him. All this time, and she still cared what he thought, wished he could have been there to walk her down a church aisle– She tried not to think too hard about that.

"Fredrick Maxmillian Pilkington Pevensie. That's as posh a name as my mother could possibly wish for." Fred had taken her hand, let his grin fade down to a soft smile. "But only if it's alright with you, love."

To her knowledge, Peter had been quite comfortable as a bachelor, but Ed had been close to engaged (she'd found the ring in his sock drawer); they would both have been wonderful fathers, both would have liked Fred.

She'd wiped her cheeks. "Sorry, I keep thinking I'll stop crying one of these days."

"Doesn't have to be today," he'd said, passing over a hanky.

"I think they'd be honoured," she said at last. "To have it be you. My family name—it's something I share with them, and... I'd be happy to keep it."

"Then keep it you shall."

*

Anna, Latin form of the Hebrew Hannah, meaning favoured one or one shown grace. The name of a prophetess and attendant at the dedication of Jesus who is called Christ in Jerusalem.

"And she coming in that instant gave thanks likewise unto the Lord, and spake of him to all that looked for redemption in Jerusalem."

An elderly widow, a faithful worshiper of God in His temple, great in fasting and prayer, one of the first evangelists.

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The taxi pulled away from the cemetery as the sun set into a bank of rising cloud, and Susan knew that rain was on its way.

But the rain was just as important to the spring as the sunshine, she thought, and shuffled over on the seat to curl into Fred's side.

He patted her knee, left his hand there, warm and heavy. Real. Solid. For all his dreaming artist eyes, Fred was solid, certain, strong enough to hold her on the difficult days, of which there were always more than she wanted.

The ring on her finger was its own kind of heavy, permanent, binding, and she needed that, needed a promise, needed something to quash the fears that choked her in the night.

They took a taxi home on their wedding night, home to the house she'd sworn she couldn't stay in, found she couldn't sell, and so compromised by working two jobs, and hardly ever being there.

Home to the old house she'd grown up in, rebuilt from the bombings, adapted and weathered and haunted by the empty places of people gone.

It had gotten better since Fred. She'd changed things, deliberately, a curtain here and a painting there, opened up the crates and jumbled everybody's books together on the shelves.

As they climbed the steps, she saw the lamp glowed in the front window, with another light shining back in the kitchen, and smiled, thanking Coraline in her heart. Her friend would no doubt be ducking out the back door that very moment, scampering across the back garden, and shimmying through the hedge, as if she were a girl of sixteen, and not a woman of thirty. There would be something warm in the oven, and the kettle waiting on the stove, and two places laid.

"Well, Mrs. Pevensie." Fred put his hand on the doorknob, drew her close against his side. "Shall we?"

Shall we go in? Shall we go into the home that is everything that came before, but is ours now too to make new? Shall we start something? Shall we continue? Shall we come home together?

She stood on her toes, and kissed him with a tremoring smile. "Yes, Mr. Pevensie. With pleasure."

[ablatheringblatherskite]

@the-old-fashioned-girl

Okay gang, here's a silly little game. I've assembled six teams of blended Narnia and Tolkien/LotR characters. Here they are:

For bonus points, tell me in the tags where you're going on your road trip, who has what role (driving, snacks, aux) on the road, and what you'll stop off and see along the way

[zannolin]

okay more things from the kids' audio commentary because i'm back at it again

during one of their early days of filming during the opening scenes, william moseley convinced skandar to try to eat the fake glass

i'm still not over them blindfolding georgie so her first take on the narnia set was really her first ever time seeing it

someone had to be inside the wardrobe physically blowing out lucy's candle and apparently it took a ton of takes fhdsjhfk

we have discussed many a time how skandar had to eat like 35 pieces of turkish delight during takes with the witch but apparently one time they brought out fake turkish delight and skandar didn't know and TRIED TO EAT PLEXIGLASS

they only made two of the goblet props from the scene with the witch so every take of ginnabrik throwing it involved the props guy standing off-camera and catching it aka getting hot chocolate ALL OVER HIM because he didn't want to break the prop. #dedication

georgie henley described edmund as being like a dog forgiving its master when the witch snaps at him during the end of that first scene together. i'm SICK.

apparently during one take in the professor's study (i think?) anna improvised saying something like "oh shut up you know i'm smarter than you" to william. maybe it was the other way around? but it was the two of them

skandar loved the woman's coat he had to wear unlike his character who hated it lmao

and yeah so my fav shot of peter falling down in the snow and grinning was apparently william falling on some exposed nail or bit of wood and grimacing because it hurt like a bitch but i thank him for his sacrifice in creating my favorite tiny moment in the entire movie

georgie during the beaversdam scene: yeah i tried to eat a pencil during a rehearsal of this. because it tasted good

georgie repeatedly emphasizing she feels bad for james (tumnus) in the witch's dungeon scene "BUT NOT SKANDAR."

when they were running from the witch georgie tripped and went flying and william didn't even notice at first because she was so small

they covered the legs of father christmas' reindeer with snow to make them LOOK white like the witch's so everyone would think it was the witch chasing them, but if you look you can see they're brown. DETAILS!

during the river scene (i'm crying laughing over this) andrew adamson was doing the lines for the wolf opposite william so he was literally on his hands and knees going like "what's it going to be son of adam" while william moseley had to play it totally straight. bonkers

they had a swear bucket that georgie heavily enforced which i knew but what i DIDN'T know is they made william pay like $50 or something because his phone went off on set, and half of it was because they didn't like his ringtone. brilliant

there were all these details on set like aslan's face being carved into the furniture in his camp!!!

they used a polystyrene model of aslan for reference in a lot of the takes and skandar was apparently writing messages on it all the time

andrew adamson during the battle scene: yeah it was at this point during the screening you could see william turning to his girlfriend being like "i'm an action hero!" william: "...you weren't meant to REVEAL THAT :/"

william actually got stabbed in the arm during his fight with the witch when she pins peter to the ground (this was not supposed to happen)

horn caps!!! i was already told this but i'm still like weeee lucy gave tumnus his horn caps :) they did that :)

skandar getting hit with cricket balls not once but TWICE on accident this movie.

god. i love this movie an unREASONABLE amount can you tell.

[atlasdoe]

Hello, I just bindged watched all of The Purge movies so here's what I think certain Marauders characters would be doing during the Purge

(for anyone who doesn't know the purge is when anything is legal for 24 hours)

Remus Lupin wouldn't want to be outside for the purge but would go out to rob a bank or some shit. do some really small crime so he can get a bit of money for his sick mother

Barty Crouch Jr is fucking insane. He's fully out there in masks and covered in blood and is torturing people for his own entertainment. Yknow during the movies when you get little glimpse of people being strung to a car or being set on fire or some shit? yeah that's where Barty is and he's having the time of his life

Evan Rosier is part of those really rich clubs that kidnap poor people and hunt them for sports. He's just as insane as Barty but likes it to be a lot more contained and safer for him

Charity Burbage is at a purge party that her family hosts. The idea of the purge scares her but coke half way through the night she feels safe enough to let loose and not worry so much

Lily Evans is out during the purge helping people and killing the rich people who are trying to target the poorer areas. She hates the purge

Mary MacDonald is trailing Lily in hopes of protecting her because she's worried that Lily is going to get herself killed

James Potter and Sirius Black are out during the purge just for shits and giggles. If anyone comes after them they're dead but they're not going to actively harm anyone unless they really piss them off

Regulus Black is indoors and not coming out. He supports the purge and approves of everything that's happening but he doesn't want to be in it. His house is on lockdown and he's chilling at home while listening to people scream outside of his door. He doesn't help anyone. It's not his problem

Bruce Mulciber, Edmund Avery Jr and Juliette Wilkes are all out together targeting people who they don't like and earning money by kidnapping people to be given to the rich as a sacrifice. They're also just destroying building and shit whereever they go. they're having a lot of fun

Severus Snape was invited to go out with Mulciber, Avery and Wilkes but decided to stay home to protect his mother. His father went out during the Purge and Severus has his friends to kill him for him

Marlene McKinnon and Dorcas Meadowes have a business where people give them the names and addresses of people they want to be killed (for good reason. not any petty bullshit) and they go out and either kill them or scare them enough to right their wrongs

Pandora Lovegood is at home waiting for it all to be over. She hates the purge and will never participate

Peter Pettigrew was at home but was forced outside after his block was raided. He spent the entire night outside with no protection or plan

Aurora Sinistra is with her entire family round her aunties house. They're on lockdown and are playing board games and listening to music to pass the time

[always-a-king-or-queen]

Do you think the Pevensies had any love interests in the Golden Age and when they returned to Finchley, they had to deal with not seeing their loved one. Perhaps when they returned to Narnia, they went looking for him/her and found them to be dead. How would they deal with everything?

sorry, I'm just getting around to answering this 😅

But yes, I think it's possible they might have! Susan and Lucy both canonically had a lot of suitors, and I like to think at least one of them would have been super special to them! In Lucy's case I think she would have fallen for some stable boy or such - certainly for someone who wouldn't exactly be suitable for a queen to be with ;) And for Susan, I think she would have fallen for a man who saw past her outer beauty and loved her for her heart. I can imagine she would've gotten tired of everyone constantly talking about how gorgeous she was and would have wanted something real and genuine beyond "you're so beautiful." I bet the first time someone said something to her that was different, her heart jumped a little and she did a double-take.

As for Edmund and Peter, Peter doesn't necessarily seem to me like someone who would've really pursued a relationship. I think he would be content with just being by himself. Ed would probably also be content with being by himself, but I think he also definitely wouldn't mind being in a relationship if the right one came along. It just might not be number one on his list of priorities, or even in the top ten. However, if someone had come along, I bet he would have fallen for her hard. (I used to have a headcanon that he secretly fell in love with an injured dryad he met in the woods. Or maybe it was a nymph, and maybe he was the one injured? It's been a while lol).

As for when they returned home, it would have hurt, just like everything else they lost when they returned home (movie-wise at least; in the books they don't miss their lives in Narnia too terribly much and it becomes kind of hazy to them when they aren't there, iirc). But eventually I think they would have worked through it and realized that they had had their time together, but it was ended now. I feel they would have reached a certain point of acceptance so that when they went back and found out how much time had passed, they wouldn't be heartbroken at learning their love was dead, because they had already been able to move on in the time they were gone. I do think they would have gone and searched for their graves, but mostly just to say goodbye and maybe grieve for just a short time.

[rthstewart]

More blather about TSG, Peter Pevensie and Mischief and Murder

So, @nasimwritesagain mentioned in a comment to Mischief and Murder about the origin of Peter’s resistance to Rat and Crow (espionage, spying and skullduggery).

You can just move along and not bother with the blather and rambling below. But I was thinking a lot about all this while at my Corgi's playdate this morning and after posting this about TSG, John Pevensie, and whether he is the villain of TSG, wanted to take a swing at this issue too

In the final scene of Mischief and Murder, in the early Spring at the beginning of the second year of their rule, the Four narrowly survive an assassination attempt and this gives rise to the creation of the Royal Guard.  Willa and Sallowpad revive the espionage they undertook during the Long Winter to form the Queen Susan’s Royal Mischief and the King Edmund’s Royal Murder, the Narnian Intelligence Service, “Rat and Crow.”  Peter is not thrilled about this and Dalia and Merle pose a solution:

The High King held up his hand. “Yes, I see now.“ He sighed. “Tell me, truly. Must we have watchers and spies everywhere?” King Edmund and Queen Susan both started to speak but the High King cut them off. “I know what you both think. I want to hear from our advisors.” “Yes,” Willa replied immediately. “Today proved that. You were lucky and they underestimated Narnia tooth and claw. That won’t happen again if they’re smart. Never rely on luck, or your enemy’s stupidity.” “We need to be where those who would harm your Majesties and Narnia might be, High King.” The High King glanced at his brother and sister and they all nodded. “Very well. Please organize your recommendations and present them to me…” Dalia lashed her tail and mewled. “Yes, my Guard?” “Willa already assists Queen Susan as her maid. Sallowpad and King Edmund intend to discuss this and other matters. I recommend you let them do this work and report its results to you.” The High King started to object, Dalia growled again, and Queen Susan and King Edmund started talking over him and each other.  Merle's loud voice boomed over the squabbling, “That’s a great idea, Dalia, since all this Rat and Crow makes Pete sad and angry and Ed and Su like it.”

I thought about a couple of things as I was responding to nasimwrites’ comment.  First, is that in PC, Edmund is annoyed that Peter doesn’t push his advantage over Miraz at one point during their combat and observes, well, that comes of Peter being both a Knight and a King.  (We’ll ignore that Edmund is also a Knight and King).  Asim observes several times in TSG that Peter is true and shining like the sword that was his symbol.  He’s not comfortable in the shadows, though he is smart enough to recognize the necessity of espionage and skullduggery. 

In my head canon, Peter’s resistance to Rat and Crow stems from this innate sense of honor and personal ethics.  This isn’t uncommon – being comfortable with immoral acts to pursue moral ends vexes philosophers and is a reason most people aren’t comfortable with being spies.  As much as it comes across as judgmental (which Peter tries mightily to not do as he knows it makes him a huge hypocrite), this is a legitimate, ethical viewpoint.  At least I’ve wanted readers to see that even if our sympathies all tilt to Susan, Edmund, and the Rats and Crows.  

This little act of delegation by Peter to Susan and Edmund in Mischief and Murder, done when they are angry, frightened children, becomes a huge character arc for all of them over the course of these stories.  

Peter really struggles with what the British (and Susan) are doing in TQSiT. He’s angry at Asim for not being forthcoming; he is uncomfortable now in retrospect with what Susan and Edmund did or may have done in Narnia (under the authority of his knowing delegation).  The whole “My brother and High King, do you want the truth or the lie?” is their gallows humor when Peter responds, “Lie to me.” Edmund later clarifies that he will never lie to Peter – but would, at least at this point in time, commit the sin of omission. 

In contrast, Susan and Tebbit, who deeply care for and respect one another, lie to each other all the time, and/or omit things of enormous consequence.  Hey, I’m 15!  Hey, I’m sending you to Normandy and this stuff about an invasion at Calais is all a lie; you’ll be ground zero for the largest military operation in the history of the world!  They do this to Win The War, deeming truth, mortality, and fidelity necessary casualties in the greater battle.  

In the AW chapter, The Queen Susan in Finchley, Susan and Peter have a heart to heart and Peter is thinking that this whole Rat and Crow business is unseemly and should stop once they win the War.  It angers Susan but they don’t really resolve it.  Peter says he doesn’t blame or judge Susan; he knows he’s responsible too.  But given his discomfort, and his essential character as a knight of Narnia (and Pentacles) and the sword of Narnia, he is regretting immoral acts done for moral ends and he’s resolving to be less tolerant of it going forward.

As I later develop, his refusal to accept Susan’s continuing role in espionage once the War ends becomes a huge source of conflict for them and ultimately leads to the damning, “not a friend of Narnia.”

Something I realized only today is that, in fact, Peter has two significant issues of unresolved guilt – his decision to chase the White Stag to get an heir, thereby ripping Edmund and Lucy from their bondmates, and his decision to delegate Rat and Crow to Edmund and Susan while still enjoying the fruits of it and coming to condemn it later. The man’s got issues and his guilt, his belief that he must please everyone else first, and his moral immaturity may not be resolved until the train crash.

[supernovasilence]

Casmund happy ending: I love the idea of the Pevensies(mostly Edmund) trying to teach Caspian how to function in the real world with them. I think Edmund Lucy and Susan's favorite part would be trying to get him proper clothes. He basically looks regal and princely in everything he wears. Also when Edmund introduces Caspian to his mother. He's super charming, kissing her hand and stuff. Peter is a little(maybe a lot annoyed) of Caspian dating his brother. But he gets over it really quick. Their mother takes Edmund and Caspian's relationships really well. It's mainly their father they have to deal with. But Peter puts his foot down and talks to his father. Gives him basically an ultimatum. Accept your son as is, or lose all your children and not just one. Because the Pevensies are ride or die for each other. And Edmund and Caspian are basically married in all the ways that matter.

Sorry for the late response! I was thinking about Caspian in the real world, and wanted to ask if you've seen the Dorian Gray movie with Ben Barnes, because the beginning with innocent Dorian wandering London around all wide-eyed gives off such Caspian-in-England vibes. I couldn't find any gifs of that scene on tumblr, and instead of just screenshotting it like a reasonable person I thought "well, I know how to make gifs. how long could it take?" AND THEN IT WAS 2AM. Anyway have these gifs of Caspian completely failing to act casual while I ramble about your ask.

(yeah it'd be more cars than horse-drawn carriages by the 1940s but Caspian almost getting run over was too cute to leave out. he's trying his best)

Oh my gosh yes, Caspian is the sort to kiss people's hands. The chivalrous disaster. He probably goes around calling people "my lady" and "my good lord" etc too. And he absolutely would somehow look regal in whatever he wears. Edmund is torn because he wants Caspian to blend in, but also his boyfriend looks so gorgeous. Also imagine Edmund tying Caspian's tie for him. And the hat Caspian is wearing in the gifs above looks a lot like the one Edmund wears in Prince Caspian. What if Edmund is scolding Caspian, telling him mess up your hair or something, slouch a little more, you still look like a king, stop standing like you've got a crown on— And Caspian grabs Edmund's hat from the coatrack and puts it on. "Does this help?" he asks, grinning, because Edmund's brain just stopped working for a moment and Caspian knows it.

As much as I want the Pevensie parents to just be okay with their son being gay (or their children, because let's be real, none of these siblings are straight), realistically at least one of them would have some difficulties with it. I love Peter not being happy about Edmund and Caspian dating but instantly getting over it when he needs to defend them to his father. These siblings are so close and it's so good. Imagine traces of the High King showing through as Peter calmly, firmly tells his father Edmund and Caspian are together. This is how things are going to go, and there is nothing he can do except make himself miserable by pushing his children away. And Richard* sees a side to his oldest son he hasn't before--or maybe hasn't accepted before, but it has been there for a while. And he takes some time to really look at his children, and sees all sorts of things about them, strange things, but they make his children seem so alive. Like how happy Caspian makes Edmund. So after that the parents have a new son-in-law.

*props for LWW use Richard as Mr. Pevensie's first name and since he doesn't have one in the books I'm taking Richard and running with it

[lyriciste]

Cool kids

Warnings: not

Time/Era: Modern AU, OC and Edmund are 17-18

Word count: 1072

Summary: Y/N and Edmund’s first meeting in UK highschool

A/N: This is my first ever fanfiction. Please tell me what you think about it, i just want to improve my writing. English is NOT my mother tongue guys. Part 2?

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Edmund wasn’t really happy to walk into corridor’s school every morning, looking straight in front, just to not have to show them his presence. He was what we call a weirdo. ‘three months left’ he say to himself. He loved being a ghost to mind his own business and have no one interfere. It is moreover for that he regularly wears a headphone for music, just to mark boundery between them and him.

There was obviously his little sister Lucy, a young curious girl and so full of life Edmund has difficulty following her when she tells you something. Lucy was in her 11th year, and Edmund sadly smiled when he reminded his baby sister would be alone for the rest of secondary school, when he’ll be in college next September. She was a sun, like if it’s impossible to not like her. Between her feminist club, soccer team and baby-sitting, Edmund knew she will be fine. Maybe he is the one to be scared without his loved ones.

He spend most of his time with Philip, probably his only friend, Lucy and Peter. Susan was gone in United State with an anthropology scholarship. The first Pevensie studies History in London, not far from Finchley. Peter comes back on week-ends, for Lucy and his parents hapiness.

Philip was pretty popular as we say. He knows a lot of people, or people know him ? Regularly, this last took Edmund to parties or at concerts. Music was what brought them closer. They met on the record store one day after school. What Edmund particularly appreciates, was his natural way of being and sincerity. Although Phillipe is often on the right and left, with other people, he comes back every time with firendship and respect.

One day of May, the young Pevensie’s black eyes landed on her. She was sat on the floor, reading lesson, legs crossed, highlighting her Converse, having obviously already been well used. Her all oven bag was between her legs for her uniform skirt doesn’t let see her underwear. Raising his eyes, Edmund sees her long brown light hair. And what it hid was so pretty. Her thin and smooth jawline, her cheekbones, her hairy eyebrows, and her bloody blue eyes. He could see them when the bell rings, when she stood up to store her stuff. He promised himself not to dwell on people. But she was heading toward the same class than him. Edmund blessed every existing gods. He never saw her before. He followed her with his eyes, until she sat at the last row, back left. Edmund’s place was bottom right. She seems to go unoticed. We don’t know her, but she has her place. She is where she has to be.

From his sit, Edmund does not follow their math class, and at first sight, she neither. If the boy doesn’t follow the class, this is to rock better on his chair and perceive her between the two people who separate them. But she, simply seems to do something else. She comes off with somebody’s paper, that she copies word to word, making logical mistakes to make it appear that she did it herself. Her concentrate face gives her hard and more real features. Like she’s not a perfect girl everyone like to be friend with.

Edmund stared at her writting and write until the end of the class, giving her new paper leaving the room. Edmund does the same, because he did his homework, contrary to her. When entering the hallway, he saw her with another girl going to the cafetaria, giving her paper. Now she was smiling. Such a beautiful smile, taking over her entire face as she laughed.

‘Ed !’ hear the young man behind him

He knew who it was. A girl’s voice at school, it could only be Lucy.

‘My last hour teacher is absent, can you bring me home if you end at the same time please ?’

‘Yep Lu.’

He hadn’t even looked at her.

‘C’mon please be descreet’ she said when she looked at what, or who Edmund was gazing

He looked at his little sister by rolling his eyes.

‘I will be in front of the school by three o’clock. Don’t make me wait for one hour this time.’

‘I had forgotten that soccer training has been postponed. She’s cute by the way.’

‘This is why i’m looking at her.’

‘She seems to be just like you, a bit mysterious, weirdo, often by herself.’

Her brother turn his face on Lucy’s way and said ‘You know her ?’

‘I know the girl she’s with, she’s on my feminist club.’

‘What about her ?’

‘Don’t know about her, she’s not on a team or club. Sometimes i see her at the library.’

This prove that Lucy cares more about people and the world around her, than he did in his entire life.

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At his geography class, Edmund could calm his nerve far from her. He loves geography, he one time had a geo-politic class, which he loved. Law school was a good decision when the time to choose what he could do of his life. He’s very intrested in being judge. He find it when he realizes that he could use his fairness and his sensitive side to creat a balance between, understand people and analyse a situation.

Maybe he’s not that good to care content of the fact that he never noticed her before. He hated himself for that. He never experienced such a feeling, he did not know if it was good or bad. Not bad for anyone but Edmund thinks it will be such a nightmare to spot her on corridors, but a delightful dream to see her gentle face.

Thanks God to ring that bloody bell. He ran out of the class and spotted in front of his locker. In fact he had nothing to do in his locker, he just wanted to see her once more. He waited for her until the corridor was empty, he did not saw the girl. Not wanting to be caught by a teacher, he races to his car on the parking. Throwing his bag on the backseat, he let himself leaning on the car's hood and light up a cigarette. Lucy's gonna freak out, but whatever when we are teen?

This is when he could breeth out his first inhalation on cig that she shows up.

[rainintheevening]

Random Narnia headcanons that will make it into fics eventually:

Caspian fights with a sword and dagger, rather than sword and shield, because he broke his arm really badly, as a kid, couldn't carry a shield for awhile, and decided he liked the dagger better anyway.

Miraz was the one who broke Caspian's arm in an arm wrestling match. Caspian's dad was furious, but Caspian wasn't because he had asked his uncle to go as hard on him as possible.

Caspian was 8.

Edmund becomes a good cook.

Susan moves to the US after the war. She's in the US when the train wrecks.

Susan is the most graceful dancer. Lucy has the most enthusiasm. Peter likes dancing to upbeat folk-type songs, with lots of stomping and clapping. Edmund is a graceful dancer, but doesn't enjoy it.

Peter and Edmund travel for a year after Ed graduates.

Edmund goes to both law school and divinity school. (I haven't actually decided yet whether he becomes a lawyer or a minister. Why am I imagining him dreaming of becoming a prison chaplain and working for justice from the ground up? But it never happens, the dream dies with him.)

Peter doesn't like spicy food.

Susan does like spicy food; she has a high spice tolerance.

Ed becomes a very good rugby player; he isn't as strong as Peter, but he's slippery.

Peter makes Glenstorm promise to look after Caspian as he would his own son, "as Oreius did for me". Particularly after losing one of their sons in the ill-fated raid, Glenstorm and Windmane take their promise seriously.

Edmund is a better shot with a gun than Peter.

Lucy has a very good memory.

Ed doesn't like carrots. Good thing Philip loves them. Also Peter.

Peter and Lucy can sleep anywhere. Susan and Ed don't sleep well without a proper bed, or a good noble reason for the lack of beds. Well, Susan isn't much on noble reasons either.

[tanketorskk]

omg you're such a xenophilius stan, tell me more about Phil

Oh my god fucking Phil,, I hate the fact that that name is growing on me,,

You're in luck beloved anon because I have many many thoughts about Phil, especially now that I've had some thoughts on Lucius,,

Enjoy my collection of thoughts over the past like,, week

Xenophilius Septimus Malfoy was born November 13, 1960 (making him a Scorpio) the second son of Abraxas Malfoy and the only son of Hestia Malfoy (I'm thinking she might be née Ollivander but I'm not sure if I still like that headcanon,,,). He is the younger half-brother of Lucius Malfoy with a seven-year age gap. His middle name comes from his paternal ancestor Septimus Malfoy and NOT the Weasley jfnjbgnjb

I've got another lovely ask waiting where I'll go into detail about what he was like as a kid but generally speaking, I think he was a really happy kid. His mum was a sweetheart and while I don't think he was necessarily a mummy's boy in the same way other characters are cough Edmund cough Gilderoy cough James cough Remus cough Peter cough cough etc cough, he definitely had a very doting mother growing up. He idolised his older brother despite him wanting nothing to do with him and he bonded with his father about being really into herbology.

I think Abraxas showed his interest in his younger son by gifting him artefacts, various magical plants and just about any other odd thing his son might have been interested in. Some of this was with Hestia's encouragement because she wanted them to be close but I think they both had a natural interest in Herbology. Xenophilius had a whole stash of rare and expensive magical plants while at Hogwarts, most of which were either given before his departure or sent via owl to him. Xenophilius has always been curious about plants and I would not be surprised if he managed to find some plants that were especially fun to smoke. I keep laughing my ass off at the thought of Abraxas Malfoy being his son's unintentional Magical weed dealer lmaooo

He was sorted into Ravenclaw and luckily for Lucius they never had any overlapping years. He shared a dorm with Barty Crouch Jr, Edgar Bones and two other Ravenclaws. His best subjects were Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures and Charms. I think he enjoyed Ancient Runes but I don't think he was necessarily the best at them. I like the idea of there being a Hogwarts Journalism Club and he was definitely a part of the team like come on!!!

People mention him dressing in a quite eccentric way and while I think some of it is simple because he's a Malfoy and they dress kinda fun and cunty and wizard-y on their own,, but he's noted as being a lot even for wizard standards. I just think he loves colours tbh and anything fun,,,, his and Pandora's house is full of paintings all more or less handmade all directly on the wall. They're giving Ellie and Carl with the handprints on the mailbox to me

It's specifically noted in his wiki that he falls in love in the Clock Tower Courtyard which only adds to my thoughts that he's quite the romantic. He saw Pandora in that courtyard and he was struck by Cupid vjfnbjgnbjg. Speaking of him and Pandora I think they wore yellow at their wedding. Xenophilius specifically states at Bill and Fleur's wedding that warm/gold colours are for weddings and I think him and his wife honoured that at their own wedding.

I have many many thoughts on the fact that Xenophilius loves as deeply as he does. He's always been a soft soul, he's the gentler half of him and Pandora and you can see this in the way he acts when it comes to his family. He left behind the Malfoy name and created a new name based on the love (Lovegood) he shared with his wife. Even though he was the biggest family person he put his values above that. I've always thought Pandora was more neutral about the whole Death Eater thing. I know, I know unpopular opinion she's not a soft flower girl all the time but that's because Xenophilius is!!! Pandora remained neutral because as much as there were things she didn't agree with, these people also allowed her to conduct her nutcase experiments in peace and other than Xenophilius that was really all she cared about.

Xenophilius's whole life was his wife, later his daughter (he canonically calls her "My Luna") and his work. When he lost his wife he lost half of his world to the point where he struggled to take care of what remained. He was less strict than Pandora was and I think Pandora was stuck with some of the etiquette stuff/stuff about looking clean and presentable all the time that just went completely out of the window when she died, which is why Hari notes that Luna looks so different from when her mum to care of her to when Xenophilius is doing it on his own.

I think taking Luna for ransom was the one kindness Lucius ever showed his brother. They could have killed her and taken away the last of his spark because I fully believe that Luna dying would have caused that man to give up on everything. Lucius is just as much of a family man as Xenophilius is and he took pity on the man. I know there were multiple hostages kept at Malfoy Manor but like??? Just consider it in the context of Xenophilius being a Malfoy.

This covers older Phil a bit more but nvfjbngjb idk I just think he's neat, I'll definitely ramble about him again sometime!!!

[yourlocalfangirlsstuff]

What we could've been

"You cling to your papers and pens, wait until you like me again."

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Edmund pevensie x fem!reader

Warnings: none!

Word count: 1.9k words

Trope: right person, wrong time??

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“Your majesty” my coachman says as he offers his hand, waiting for me to take it. 

I hesitated for a moment, the look of “i don't really wanna be here” was evident on my face, even my coachman noticed. He retreated his hand, and put it behind his back. I was staring down at the floor, unable to even look up to where I was. My coachman was quiet before he spoke once again.

“Would you like me to come back a lot earlier than the time you gave me, your majesty?” he offered. I looked up at him, anxiety visible on my face, I pulled a forced smile. 

“Yes please” I say with almost no voice. My coachman nodded, and once more offered his hand. I take his hand and he led me out of the carriage. I fixed my gown and looked back at my coachman once more. He smiles and nods, before urging me to walk up. 

Ever since I came back, and found out about the devastating news,  me and social gatherings didn't bond the same way we used to. I found myself leaving parties earlier and asking my coachman to pick me up earlier. So this whole thing, it wasn't new to my trusted coachman. He always left after he saw me enter the event, because one time, just minutes before I entered an event, I ran back down and chased my carriage, because I didn't want to go socialize. 

I climbed up the stairs of the entrance, gaining my composure and slowly gathering myself along the way. I was welcomed by guards at the entrance, they opened both doors for me. I heard my carriage leave and I knew it was go time, no more turning back. 

I took in the familiar interior of the castle, it was decorated beautifully. Susan did a great job, as she always does with parties. I looked around trying to find the main reason I even went here, and it didn't take long for me to find him on the dance floor.

There he was, Edmund Pevensie, the king, the just, my love, well…was my love.

As I moved closer around the crowd, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was happily dancing. Happily dancing with someone.

With his bride.

His bride, which is not me, but another woman. He was happily dancing with someone who wasnt me. 

And that was all it took for me to look away from them. I searched for the other 3 Pevensies, my friends.

As I started to spot where they were, Lucy spotted me first. I can see she got her sister Susan's attention, and nodded towards me. When all three of us met our gaze, we smiled at each other. 

“Oh I missed you!” Lucy says while approaching me, she hugs me tightly. “It's been a while y/n, it's nice to finally see you again” Susan says as she hugs me after lucy. “It's so good to see my girls once again, ive missed you two dearly” I tell them, smiling softly. 

A few more catching up happened, Peter joining us in conversation. Momentarily I forgot the grave feeling in my chest, it was exchanged with laughter and warmth as I spoke to my old friends. But soon that very feeling vanished and was exchanged with yet another painful reminder, making my heart ache. 

Edmund started to approach us, hand in hand with his bride. The three siblings exchanged looks, then looked at me. They must know how I feel, but even so I masked it. 

“How is my brother doing tonight ah?” Peter says as he pats Edmund on the shoulder. Edmund stared at me, I can almost see his smile falter off his face, but he quickly renewed his charm and looked around us. “Very well Peter,” he stops his gaze at me “hello y/n, my apologies for not being able to properly welcome you into our celebration” he continued. “Oh there is no need for such, this celebration is wonderful, I assume susan was incharge of the decorating?” We laughed as I said so, including his bride. 

“Actually, my wife did. My apologies, y/n meet princess- now queen Eleonora, love- meet queen y/n” 

The beautiful brunette girl smiled at me. She clinged onto Edmund with a smile, her hand on his chest and his hand on her waist. I smiled back at her and curtsied. “It's nice to meet you queen Eleonora, you have fantastic taste in decor i must say and you look stunning”. I can see her get shy, but all I said was pure. “Thank you, I hope you have a wonderful time at the party,” she tells me with a soft smile.

She was like an angel, how could i compare to such. 

“Well it was nice catching up, but excuse us, we have to meet a few more visitors that have just arrived” edmund says, and his gaze lingered into mine, before they left. 

“Are you quite alright y/n?” Peter asks in concern, I smile at him “I'm alright, though I fancy a snack and a new drink, mind telling me where I can find those, king peter?” I emphasized and joked, and my smile grew wilder as I saw a grin appear on his face. 

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As I walked towards the table, where fresh varieties of foods and replenishments were, instead an impulse crept up into me. I took a right turn, and walked down a familiar hallway. Paintings of the Pevensies hung along the wall, I stopped at one, turning my entire body to face it completely. 

It was a painting of me with the Pevensies, that painting sang to me of all the memories i had with them, but it also screamed at me the times i didn't want to remember, specifically with edmund. A painful smile made its way to my face, and I looked down on the floor. 

All of a sudden I heard footsteps approaching, I dare not look up, for it could be just someone passing by. But the presence of someone I used to love accompanied me and stood by my side. Our hands almost touching, electricity reciprocating between us. 

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We found ourselves outside by the balcony, standing with our arms resting on the rails with a fair distance between us. Awkward silence, filled with unspoken thoughts in the air.

“So that must be why I stopped receiving your letters” I said bluntly as I straightened my back and gained my composure, looking out at the sea below us as the moon shines its lights onto our figure. I felt him look up at me, then look back down with a sigh.

“I know you won't be able to forgive me for it, I don't expect you to” he says as he also straightens his body “i know there's nothing i can say or do that will change anything. But please let me still say to you i am sorry.” he faces me as he said the last bit. I looked down, and all that was written on my expression was pain and longing. I fumbled my fingers around, playing with a few rings that layed on my fingers. I did not dare to look at him. 

Suddenly he takes my hand from the rail, and cups them between his. This action made my entire body turn towards him, but my head stayed low. “I'm sorry y/n, believe me I am. I never intended to hurt you this much, I never intended to hurt you at all. But there will be no excuses for my behavior, because what's happened is already done. But i know the kind of pain i inflicted on you-”

“No you don't,” I cut him off, and he stayed silent after that. “And you never will, Edmund.” I looked at him as I finished my sentence. I shaked my hand off of his grip, “you don't know how it feels to be waiting on a new letter from your lover, you don't know how it feels to think about what your lover could be doing so far away from you, you don't know how it feels to be shocked and devastated that when you finally received a letter, thinking it was from your lover turns out it was a letter from their sister telling you all about what your lover was doing and the reason why he couldn't pick up his quill and write a letter to you.” I tell him, almost in a loud voice, but not loud enough to cause commotion. My voice was filled with anger and pain, the pain of a lover who was still waiting. (she’s still at the restaurant)

I walked backwards slowly. “You don't know how it hurts to see your lover be swept away by another. You never will because I saw just how easily you let me fade away.” I expressed my last sentence in anger and despair. He looked at me, eyebrows scrunched. 

“What are you saying? Are you saying that I never loved you?!” Edmund says as he closes the distance I installed between us. 

“I'm implying you never did. And it seems like you never have!” I yell towards him. Then he pulls me closer to him, holding both my shoulders. 

“I DO LOVE YOU,” he tells me with eagerness in his voice.”I've always loved you, I loved you to the point it was painful to sleep every night knowing you were taken away from me.” his voice was now soft, filled with…pain almost. He rests his forehead against mine. “Please forgive me” I saw tears drop, and it was his as he spoke. I look up at him, with tears down my face. “Why didn't you wait?” I whispered to him, the sound of desperation and curiosity covered my tone and voice as I spoke out my words. 

“Im sorry that i wasn't able to”

That was it? That was all that I could get. I look away from his gaze, finding it hard to meet his gaze. 

“I always thought you were the most beautiful girl i've ever seen,” he stops but then continues “ill always love you y/n” he says in a whisper.

I look up at him with a serious face, trying to mask my vulnerability. I wiped my tears and freed myself from his grasp. 

“You dont tell that to the girl you once loved on the night of your marriage with another woman.” I say as I back away, shaking my head. 

I stopped for a moment and forced a smile at him. “I can't hate you, there's no room in my heart for that. But do know I've forgiven you long ago, even before I read Susans letter.”

I watched as his expressions soften even more, he looked at me with concern. 

My smile turned soft at him this time, a smile that held a message, I was ready to let him go for his sake. There was no use to hold him back down. “Tell the others i've left early will you?” 

He nods, with a small smile. “Goodnight y/n”

My smile grew and i nod back to him “goodnight edmund”

And I left, thinking of  maybe,

 just maybe

 of what we could've been. 

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a/n: its giving we cant be friends by ariana grande fr

hope you guys enjoyed this! its my first time doing this ^^

[lucifers-left-tit]

hmmm susan peter and eustace really get a lot of trauma out of their respective second visits to Narnia.

don't get me wrong, all four of the pevensies would mourn for their lost home, for all the time passed in just a blink of an eye. but at least lucy and edmund got a second chance, the joy of this time only a short amount of time having passed. a longer time to come to terms with the fact that this would be their last visit

peter and susan didn't.

peter and susan, who arguably had to carry their kingdom on their backs for a couple more years than their siblings. who feel near thirty and then fourteen. who, on their second visit, were hit by centuries having passed, by a place where they couldn't afford to get too attached to anyone, lest another millennium passes - oh, never mind, we're never coming back

"don't worry, eustace," his cousins say. "you can still return. enjoy your friendships, for maybe you'll return and only a while will have passed," they say

eustace doesn't quite understand how come they're so happy to have seen caspian again, like they had expected their previous goodbye to be their last

he does understand, eventually. returning to narnia to find his dear friend on his deathbed - it was almost mocking, just barely out of time

neither him nor jill feel that deeply about so long having passed when they returned that last time. jill never bore as many feelings about it; eustace, his had long been numbed

did he warn her, the very opposite of what his cousins said? maybe he simply never mentioned it. he was told to hope, and it had been rough. she shouldn't be through that

yet, if he told her not to hope, and time passed for only a few years... of course, he would be glad for her, yet would it not feel as though he had been betrayed?

the ceaselessness of time is already a heavy burden. war only made it worse.

but for the magnificent, the gentle, and the transformed, time is a cruel prankster.

[atopvisenyashill]

What if asoiaf characters ended up in the world of Narnia? How would they react to the world, Aslan and Jadis?

Okay caveat i haven’t read narnia in a long time BUT all the magical characters are probably in their ELEMENT here I mean

Arya and Lucy would be besties anyway, so you know Arya is having the time of her life

Narnia is a place filled with magic and romanticism and happy endings (if sometimes with a bit of bitter laced with sweet, as the jump from childhood to adulthood always is) and I think all of that would appeal to Sansa on such a deep, fundamental level. When I tell you Sansa and Arya would have a blast!!!

Jon Snow magical girl who puts his entire arm into his prehistoric dinosaur wolf bestie's mouth for funsies would be hella excited about all the talking animals

BRAN STARK. PLS. NEED I SAY MORE HERE.

I think Robb would have a blast too and not just for magical animal reasons but him and Peter have that same "put upon eldest brother" vibe that I think Robb would thrive at being given the chance to really shine as a brother first and a king second

tbh i think the amount of prophecies might freak Dany and Theon out a bit actually - look me in the eyes and tell me Theon would not be tempted by Jadis the way Edmund is, lmao - but I think under some circumstances they could bounce back and have fun exploring the magic that exists there

I know saying Melisandre would like it here is a wild choice but I think the more fairy tale, straightforward morality would appeal to her a lot. Whether she gets obsessive about the wrong kind of magic is um, a different convo. I did make myself sad thinking about poor little slave Melisandre praying to some sort of divine power to save her and Aslan being the one to answer however so that's fun

Kind of along the same lines, in that Narnia often appeals to children who feel lost due to extreme upheaval, I think Missandei would crawl right through the wardrobe, see the lamppost, and just fall in love with the world around her. She's so smart and inquisitive and brave, I just think she'd be delighted. I think if Missandei and Dany went through together, they'd be alright <3

Actually now that I think about it, if Theon went through with the Starklings, he'd end up okay in the end too.

Kind of obsessed with the idea of little Lannister siblings all crawling through at some point or another. Cersei being unable to access the wardrobe, chalking it all up to a dream after she marries and all her dreams turn to ash. Jaime being unable to cope with having adult memories in the body of a teenager. Tyrion (shout out Peter Dinklage, hah) finding a world where his intelligence and wit is respected and growing increasingly dejected with his real life. Wow I made myself sad now.

DUNK AND EGG IN NARNIA. Egg just crawling through one day and Dunk is like now where The Fuck did this kid go and has to crouch his tall ass through that fucking wardrobe after Egg, and Egg is already running into the woods and playing in the snow and Dunk is grumbling after him. DUNK AND EGG ON A ROAD TRIP IN NARNIA. DUNK MEETING A CENTAUR. EGG BEING DISRESPECTFUL TO THE BEAVERS.

Personally I think it would be really funny if Euron came through and Peter takes one look at him and is like "alright fine give Lucy a weapon" and they unleash her on that blue lipped freak. Lucy with a gun >>>>>> Euron and his godhood magic btw

Also Quent. Poor little frog prince would love Narnia. (also, being like Fantasy Spanish with Caspian is kind of funny imo) (I can't remember if Caspian's country are also Fantasy Spaniards in the books or they just made Ben Barnes do that accent for funsies).

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

Narnia OCs Time!!

It's the my Narnia's babies time! Since it seems like we're all in this mood, I thought it was a good moment to introduce them! (Special thanks to @andromedalestrange and @randomestfandoms-ocs for some fcs, I was getting crazy so thank you darlings!)

Also two little things I feel the need to tell: it's been a while since the last time I read the Chronicles (so don't yell at me pls) and! My ocs are going to be a "fusion" of the books and the movies (Like, taking my favourite things from both and changing what I don't like... Susan not returning at all for example lmao) And! It's me finding a different way to make almost all of them immortal/ageless/slow-aging bc I want them being in more than one movie/book lmao

Last thing, I'm gonna to explain so little about their plot/vibes/actual things so if you wanna know more about some specific ocs feel free to send an ask, I can't wait to talk about them more 🥺

Tagging my Narnia besties @daughter-of-melpomene @come-along-pond @dancingsunflowers-ocs bc I think they would enjoy this (tell me if I didn't have to 🥺)

Nevan Dair - basically Powerful Boy so The White Witch kidnapped recruted him as her little puppet right-hand man (yep, he's a child and there's a lot of manipulation here); meets Edmund and goes on full "I'm going to murder for you" so betrays Jadis; basically immortal (but not really, it's complicated) for the spark inside him; looks like they would kill you is actually a cinnamon roll vibe; Edmund Pevensie ship FC: Kit Young

Margaret "Magpie" Kirke - Digory Kirke's granddaughter; lives with her grandpa bc oopsie dead parents; enters in Narnia with the Pevensie sibs (and becomes a Queen of Narnia actually); will come back once again with them (and the third time she'll stay in Narnia lol); Peter Pevensie & Prince Caspian ship FC: Florence Pugh

Elizabeth "Liz" Pevensie - Edmund's twin sister; one of the ruler of Narnia along side her sibilings; will also be the Last Queen before the destruction of Narnia alongside Aine; Aine Meraxes ship FC: Maisie Williams

Verena Mars - Narnian noble, fights against the White Witch, meets the Pevensie sibs, during their reign her and Susan fall in love; when they come back to the Human World Aslan doesn't let her follow them so she finds a way to become "ethereal"/ageless to wait Susan's come back (is ready to kill Aslan anyone that comes in her way of having her happy ending); basically I'm all we supports women rights and wrongs; Susan Pevensie ship ovb FC: Hailee Steinfeld

Arjuna - The White Witch descendant, semi immortal due the Silver Apple her mother ate; will eventually bretray her mother for saving the kids she befriended; Peter Pevensie ship FC: Freya Allan

Avaluna Lohan Kirke - baby born under the Golden Age; wants to visit the Human World so searches the Door the Pevensie arrived with; basically finds it when they found the Lamp-post so she leaves with them and is now stuck in the Human World; gets adopted by Digory Kirke bc how do you explain it to anyone else?; Lucy ship FC: Elle Fanning

Aine Meraxes - princess of a little independent reign on a Isle on the borders of Narnia; they have dragons lol; the Long Winter didn't get there bc a Coven protects it; gets called for help against the White Witch; is a witch herself; uses a similar spell the White Witch used on Charn after the Golden Age ends; will eventually be the Last Queen of Narnia alongside Liz; Liz Pevensie ship FC: Milly Alcock

Killian Evada - leader of a secret organization that plots against the White Witch; turns out that is actually a human that found Narnia; comes back on Earth with the Pevensie sibs; Edmund Pevensie ship FC: Thomas Brodie Sangster

Shivani - world traveller (basically is born with the power of yellow and geen rings); comes from a world that was destroyed before Narnia was born and has lived for non-specified time in the Wood Between The Worlds; the time there made them kind of immortal; ship TBD FC: Jessie Mei Li

Amaranta Ira - High Witch of Narnia (at least she should be); her ancestors used to be the Second In Command of Narnia's Army before the Age of Winter; became basically the Narnian version of a vigilante during the White Witch's reign lmao; (will probably be with the Pevensie when they come back so she is stuck in England for a long time); Caspian and/or Edmund ship FC: Amita Suman

Leocadius Thorne - comes from a family of librarians basically; actually, keepers of the list of every Narnian Ruler since the beginning of everything; no plot just vibes ship TBD FC: Isaac Hempstead Wright

Merletta of Narnia - Aslan's priestess; just a little bit of plot, mainly vibes; ship TBD (but maybe Lucy Pevensie) FC: Ceara Coveney

Neera Merwyna - siren and pirate (sort of); no plot just vibes; Prince Caspian ship FC: Halle Bailey

Fitzroy Mahogany - Narnian noble? this is literally "I just vibe with this fc but I have no plot, might scrap them but until then..."; ship TBD (Peter?) FC: Douglas Booth

[tsarisfanfiction]

Leaving Home

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Gen Genre: Family/Hurt/Comfort Characters: Jerry, Yan, Jerry's Mum It's a long way from London to New York, and an even longer way when it means leaving behind your family. At least Jerry still had Yan, though. TOApril day 4 - Facing the Unknown, and I continue to write about the youngest canon Apollo kids, apparently. Given how little we know about them, this is of course completely full of headcanons. I have spent entirely too much time thinking about the logistics of a London kid and a Hong Kong kid ending up at Camp, whoops... And am I relishing writing a canonically British kid and not having to overthink whether or not an American kid would say that? Of course not, why would you ever think that? (Yes, yes I am)

Heathrow Airport was huge.  Jerry was a born and bred Londoner; crowds didn’t bother him, and while he knew to keep his few valuables – wallet, passport – hidden away beneath layers of clothing where it wasn’t going to get lost or stolen, he had no fear of bodies pressing against him as they rushed past on their way to wherever they were trying to get to.

Jerry wasn’t rushing.  He didn’t want to rush, because this was scary.

Not the crowds at the airport.  That wasn’t scary.  Jerry was used to crowds, grew up with them, knew how to dart through bodies to get where he needed to be.

He gripped his mum’s hand more tightly as he watched his suitcase – it was huge and heavy and also far, far, too small – trundle down the conveyor belt to get eaten by the thick dangling plastic strips and disappear from sight.  It started to feel real, now, and Jerry’s stomach was churning because he didn’t want it to be real.

It had been scary when the thing had attacked him, all claws and teeth and dangerous, and he laughed about the old janitor with a limp battering the thing away with a sopping wet mop when he thought about it, because that was funny.  A monster wanting to kill him and only not killing him because the janitor was actually a satyr like Mr Tumnus from that book his junior school had forced him to read, except this Mr Tumnus was a good fighter and something about his mop had made the monster explode into dust, was scary.

Even if the satyr thing was sort of cool.

No amount of satyr Mr Tumnus coolness (except Mr Tumnus was not cool, Jerry hadn’t really liked him, but then he hadn’t really liked the book, anyway.  Peter with his sword was pretty cool, and some of the creatures were, but Lucy was annoying and Edmund was stupid and he didn’t even remember the name of the other girl) could make up for this, though.  One too-big but also too-small suitcase full of all his favourite clothes and cricket bat and mum’s ball and crowds in an airport, and holding his mum’s hand tightly as though he was a baby.

Jerry didn’t want to leave.  He didn’t want to go to America, or New York, or whatever the name of the camp he was being sent to was.  He wanted to stay in London, watch Middlesex’s next match at Lords because he knew Grandma had promised Mum to buy him tickets, play with his friends, and keep training to be the England captain when he was grown up.

He couldn’t be England’s captain if he wasn’t even in England!

Stupid monsters attacking him.  Stupid camp in America he had to go to.  Mum wasn’t happy about it, either, but she’d been firm when he’d tried to tell her he wasn’t going.  He’d eavesdropped on her Skype calls with some bearded guy that apparently ran the camp, and she’d had a lot to say that didn’t sound happy, but she was still sending him away.

Jerry had tried every trick he could think of to not go, but now all his favourite stuff was going on the plane – all his favourite stuff except his mum – it was all real and big boys don’t cry but Jerry wanted to so badly.

The stupid airport had barely anything to do.  It had crowds everywhere but they were all queues, either for the Costa Coffee that Mum had taken him to earlier, letting him have a triple chocolate muffin for breakfast, or for the big metal arches that everyone had to go through one at a time.

Everyone who was going on a plane, anyway.

Those metal arches were where Jerry was going to have to say goodbye.

They were where Mum was guiding him now, looking at her watch and then the departure boards.  Jerry didn’t get what the rush was – it was still hours until that stupid plane to New York took off – but she was acting like they were running out of time and he needed time to stop, go backwards, make it so that this didn’t happen at all.

Yan appeared next to him, with just their backback slung over one shoulder carelessly now their own big case had also been munched by the heavy plastic strips.  Mum didn’t let Jerry wear his like that, and Jerry knew better, anyway.  Yan had lived in London for a year but they still hadn’t worked out that being careless with bags was stupid.

Jerry liked the older kid.  They didn’t make fun of him for not being able to spell, or for caring more about cricket than school (who cared about school more than cricket, anyway?).  He hadn’t known them very long, because they were in the year above him and the older years didn’t mix with the younger years, but he’d met them a few times in the gym, and on the playing ground at lunch time.  They were good with throwing a ball, and good at batting, too, even if they still refused to admit cricket was the best sport in the world.

They’d also been there when he was attacked.

When they were attacked, because Jerry wasn’t the only one being forced on a plane to stupid America-New-York-Camp-Stupid, but Yan didn’t seem to care much.

But Yan’s mum was back in Hong Kong and Jerry didn’t think they’d spoken to her much since they’d arrived in England.  They hadn’t said much about why they were in London without their mum, why they called the adults they lived with Mr and Mrs with manners and nothing else, but Jerry thought this wasn’t the first time they’d been told they had to go move elsewhere.

Yan didn’t say stupid things like “you’ll enjoy it” or “you won’t even miss England once you’re there” or any of the other things Mum had tried to say, and not-Mr-Tumnus had tried to say.  Yan didn’t say anything at all on the topic, agreeing with him that America was full of heathens that didn’t understand how to play a perfectly good game instead.

At least he was going with Yan, if he had to go with anyone, Jerry supposed.  Yan was pretty cool.

The man that met them near the metal gates had a big smile and sharp cheekbones.  His ears were kinda pointy, which was weird but also cool.  Jerry hadn’t known people could have pointy ears like that.  He wore a smart dark blue suit and a colourful red, dark blue and white tie, which looked a lot like the sorts of things the flight attendants wore on the billboards.

“Hey there, kids,” he said, and he had a weird accent, mostly British but with a little bit of a twang when he said hey.  “My name’s Geoff and I’ll be looking after you guys until we meet with your escort Stateside.”

Jerry didn’t want to go with him.  Going with him meant saying goodbye to Mum and he didn’t know when he would see her again, because she wouldn’t say when he asked!  All he knew was that this was because he got attacked, because his Dad had ways to keep him safe if he went to America that apparently couldn’t happen here, in London.

No-one had told him how Yan fit into this, exactly.  The older kid was looking at the flight attendant intently, before nodding.

“Yan,” they said.  “They/them.”

Jerry prepared to punch the guy if he said anything mean.  Almost everyone at school, including the teachers, and insisted on calling Yan he for stupid reasons like “you’re a boy,” when Yan wasn’t, and not-Mr-Tumnus had been one of the few cool adults that didn’t.

The guy didn’t say anything stupid, though.  “Neat!” he said instead, “thanks for telling me.  You okay with ‘guys’ or do you want me to drop that?”  He didn’t even sound sarcastic, and Jerry saw Yan relax a little.

“Guys is fine,” they said, and Jerry saw them grin, a little bit.  They liked this guy, he realised, and that meant he couldn’t be mean to him, because Yan didn’t like many people.

“I’m Jerry,” he said, and because Yan had, he added, “he/him.”

They got another grin from Geoff.  “He/him for me, too,” he said, a bit late but it was better than pretty much everyone else.  “We’ve got to tackle security soon,” he added, and Jerry frowned, because that meant leaving.  Geoff put a hand on his shoulder and he wanted to snap at him to mind his space, but there was a look in his eyes that made Jerry falter.

“I-” he started, and to his horror he started crying after all.

Mum grabbed him in a tight hug.  “Oh Jerry,” she said, and her voice was shaky.  “You’re so brave.  Get Chiron to call me when you arrive, and screw the timezones.  I expect you to Skype me regularly, okay?”

She’d said all of that before, back before Jerry had had to say goodbye to his bedroom and its weirdly bare walls.  His posters were carefully rolled up in his too-big-too-small suitcase, too.  Jerry had already promised all of that, but he promised it again, sobbing and trying not to feel like a baby.

Yan and Geoff had walked away a few steps, he discovered when Mum finally pulled back, but not after leaving a disgustingly wet kiss on his forehead.  “I love you, Jerry,” she told him firmly.  “Never doubt that.”

“Love you too, Mummy,” he admitted, wiping his eyes with his sleeve because he was not a crybaby.  Yan’s host family had left them at the entrance as soon as they’d seen him and Mum, and Yan had simply shook their hands and thanked them for letting them live under their roof for the past year.  They hadn’t cried.

He didn’t know if they had when they’d left their mum, though.  Maybe they had.

Maybe Jerry would be brave enough to ask, one day.

“Ready to go on your adventure?” Geoff asked him, and Jerry wasn’t but Yan was waiting for him and he was done being a crybaby.

“I’m coming,” he said, and gave Mum one last, tight squeeze around the middle, before he straightened his back and walked away.

Yan slipped their hand into his and squeezed it lightly.  Boys didn’t hold hands, but Yan wasn’t a boy so that was fine.  Jerry squeezed it back, tighter.

He was still terrified, but he could be brave.  He wiped his eyes furiously as Yan and Geoff led him towards the metal arch and once he was certain they were dry he turned around.

Mum was crying, but she was smiling, too, and he waved at her, not stopping until Yan led him around a corner and he lost sight of her.

“It’s rough,” Geoff said as he directed them into putting their backpacks and coats into deep plastic trays, and made them take their shoes off.  He did the same thing.  “I was about your age when I had to move to the States without my Mum, too.  Don’t let anyone tell you you’re not brave for doing it, because it’s hard and by the gods we deserve medals for that.”

Yan snorted.  “I want two medals, then,” they said.

Geoff grinned.  “I’ll see what I can manage,” he promised.  “Now, through the box you go, then we’ll go watch the planes come in from the VIP lounge until ours gets here.  How does that sound, guys?”

VIP lounge.  Jerry supposed he liked the sound of that, at least.

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hello! I have a few questions for you! :)

what is your favorite CS lewis book?

do you like tolkein's work (fantasy or theology) just as much?

and if you could have a 2 hour conversation with Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy, Polly, Diggory, Eustace, Jill, Shasta, Aravis, or Caspian, who would it be?

Favorite C.S. Lewis book (also just my favorite book) is Till We Have Faces. It's Lewis' retelling of the Greek myth about Psyche and Eros. If you are familiar with his book The Four Loves, that book is largely him writing out the main theme he explored in Till We Have Faces, because a lot of people didn't really get it. The main character is also his best written female character. Oh, and his future wife Joy Davidman had a large influence on the book! I could go on for a long time about it. I plan on reading it at least once a year for the rest of my life.

I read LOTR for the first time this year, but it's not one I think I'll return to very often. The first book of his I read was the Silmarillion, and I enjoyed the creation story in it, but the rest not so much. I loved The Hobbit. His beliefs in sub-creation are really interesting to me. I haven't read much of his works tbh, I am way more familiar with Lewis.

I'd love a two hour conversation with Diggory. He witnessed both Narnia's beginning and end, and I'd love to hear him talk about it.