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ânot all menâ youâre right, peter pevensie, high king of narnia, the magnificent, emperor of the lone islands, lord of cair paravel, knight of the most noble order of the lion, sir peter wolfâs-bane, would never do this

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"When you were there," she ventures, "did Caspian... was he still...?" Whatever she can or can't remember, she's sure it must have gone both ways. One of the few things she knows is that Caspian had such a big heart, and her brother has always been so easy to love. Lucy carefully folds Eustace's letter back up, eyes on her hands. "He kept Peter's sword, avoided every mention like it burned. Eustace thought he hated him for a good while." There's a lump in Susan's throat. She swallows around it. "Does Peter know?" Her sister bites at a hangnail on her thumb, and Susan winces when the skin pulls back too far in a pink line, when bright beads of red well up. Lucy scrunches her nose, licks away the blood, presses the wound against one of the darker squares on her chequered skirt. "I wanted to tell him. Ed said not to, said it'd only hurt more, so I didn't." Her lips press together and all of a sudden Susan realises her sister is trying not to cry. "Lu-" she starts, only for her sister to interrupt. "-I think people should know, shouldn't they?" Her eyes flash as she looks up at Susan, voice loud enough that some of the girls at a table nearby look up at them. "Wouldn't you want to know?" She asks, quieter, "if someone loved you like that?" Susan takes a deep breath in and it comes out all shaky. "I don't think I would," she confesses. Her sister frowns. "What would it change, Lucy?" She doesn't quite keep the wobble out of her voice. "Especially now." Now that Caspian's dead and gone, she refuses to say. Lucy's fingers crumple the corner of the letter before she notices, smooths it out and pins it beneath a heavy book. "That's what Edmund said." Her brows knit deeper, a defiant angle. "I'd want to know," she adds. "It matters." She looks back up at Susan, pleading, now. "Even if it doesn't change anything, the love matters." Her lip trembles and Susan sees this is about more than Peter and Caspian. This is about a ruined castle and too many friends lost to another world and time. When Lucy bursts into tears, Susan is there to hold her. "They loved you," she whispers. "They all loved you so much. I promise, Lu."
Forever rotating this section of my Susan bigfic in my mind actually.
From: I'm at best/ half sure what happened. I want to start over.
imagine you have spent months watching your son and his cousins at each other's throats unable to have a polite conversation with each other to the point that your nephew genuinely has to remove himself from the room to prevent a physical altercation and you have to listen to your son complain about his cousins daily
and then just one day coming home for dinner and suddenly your son is holding onto your nephew's shirt sleeve like it's a life preserver your son and your niece are sitting together in an armchair reading a book your son and his cousins are piled together in bed whispering in a language you don't understand
and your brother and his wife and your other niece and nephew come to visit and you expect your oldest nephew to immediately poke fun at your son and your oldest niece to focus on her sister but then suddenly they're being pulled to sit as close as possible to your son and their siblings and now all five of them are talking in the strange language and your son is looking at his older cousins with wide eyes like he's looking at the king of england himself and you have to just look at your brother and his wife and they look as lost as you
lmao wrong weapon, sorry bro
#i love this part so much guys#like edmund spent all of lww terrified of forever remaining in peterâs shadow and now look at him#proudly taking on the role as his second hand man#because the difference now is that peter sees him#look at that boy! heâs watching his little brother support him so intently#in lww he did nothing but berate edmund and think of him as someone who just creates problems he has to fix#but now heâs the one whoâs been messing up and edmund has continued to support him throughout the whole movie and he never wouldâve been#able to get through it all without him#ââyouâve always been thereâ#and in the end thatâs all that edmund needed#he didnât need to be better than peter he just needed to know that he saw him and loved and appreciated him#in lww peterâs shadow was a place edmund was forced into#but in pc heâs making the active choice to stay by his right side (tags via @jessmalia)
bringing back an old narnia tag essay again
2005 - 2025

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the chronicles of narnia: the lion, the witch and the wardrobe | dir. Andrew Adamson
2005â˘12â˘09 happy 20th anniversary!
Lucy Pevensie pulling out her knife at every opportunity is so valid
something about caspian, out of everyone, probably having the relationship with narnia that most closely resembles the one the pevensies had with it. the joy. the love. the wonder. the awe. like it was a fairytale come to life for him and for them, something impossible that called to them and said this is all for you. he didn't grow up with it the same way all the kings after him did. none of the other friends of narnia share the same uncomplicated delight at learning of it. they love it, but not the same way. something about caspian being the one who could understand them best. who loved them best. who lost them. you know.
the pevensie siblings find, when they return to england after being in narnia for so long, that it's not the fact that they're twenty years younger that is the most difficult to adjust to, but the clothes.
not in a "i wore expensive fabrics and jewels and silks and velvets for twenty years and now i have to go back to wearing inexpensive fabric?" way but in a "i spent twenty years wearing layers of comfortable heavy clothes and cloaks and soft fabric that didn't scratch and the feeling of loose clothing is a sensory nightmare" way.
edmund, who is perpetually cold, and always had at least three layers + a cloak on, and who the narnian tailors learned preferred inner linings of velvet because any other fabrics let too much of a chill in, and cloaks made of a study fabric meant strong protection against the elements
lucy, who can feel every little scratch and out of place tag in her clothes, always having narnian clothes fit her just right, made of soft fabric that never scratched her skin, and the narnian tailors knowing exactly what to use, and how to stitch the clothes so no loose threads ever bothered their beloved valiant queen
susan, who hates being restricted by her clothing, who loved the looser, softer-fitting arms of her gowns, because it meant that she could draw her bows faster, and tailors being able to pick which fabrics were the sturdiest and could withstand susan's draw, while still giving her the gentle appearance that perfectly hid her true abilities
peter, who can't stand anything tight around his neck, who only wore close-collar shirts when he had to, and who the narnian tailors knew to make the shirts a little looser around the neck, making sure that nothing closed too tightly, and making sure that his battle wear, though protective, never felt too constricting
and lucy and susan begin wearing headbands when they're back in england, every single day to mimic the comforting sensation of wearing their crowns that they're desperate to maintain
edmund and peter missing the weight of their shields on their backs, so they carry their school bags around as long as they can just to feel more balanced out as they walk alongside their sisters back home
just all four of them growing so accustomed to the weight of their narnian clothes and gifts and crowns, the lengths and layers of fabric, that when they are back in england, their old clothes are the biggest sensory nightmare to all of them, and they're just desperate to get their comfort back
currently imagining the version of Peter pevensie who gets to live out his life in england. I think he's a very insane and fun sort of guy. he has a sword license and he carries that sword around Everywhere. he's in some really niche field of academia & he teaches classes at a university where there's a rumor that if you can beat him in a sword fight he'll give you an A for the whole term. which isn't true but if you ask him he WILL agree to it because there is not a college student in the world who can beat Peter pevensie in a duel. he's the type of guy who will die on any hill and starts climbing on furniture when he gets really into making a point as if standing on this table will make what he says more correct

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Can we talk about how chaotic Narnian battles would feel?? Especially in Prince Caspian. Like, imagine youâre a little Telmarine soldier waiting for the catapults to go and youâve got all your regiments in nice orderly rows and these two 16 year olds suddenly yell âchargeâ and the ground opens up beneath you, a mouse with a sword the size of a large pencil takes out your bestie, a griffin drops a dwarf 5 ft away from you and he comes up swinging. As you try to rationalize this, youâre stabbed by a twelve year old with a British accent. Finally, a really freaking big lion shows up, roars, and your entire army collectively pees their pants. At one point in the movie (yes I know the movies arenât quite the same as the book but theyâre still good) Peter says like âwe have the element of surpriseâ like dude, you have drafted the trees Iâm pretty sure everyoneâs gonna be surprised no matter what.
Life after Narnia
The Pevensies return from Narnia a bit discombobulated. They are adults in childish bodies. The war has ended, and they are to return home to their parents but they never forget Professor Kirke. Often visiting him during summers.
Their mother notices it first, how everyone seems to listen to Peter. Not because he is the eldest, but because they respect him. She hears them talking of 'Narnia' and deduces that something happened to them while they were away. But she can't put her finger on what. She has no idea what an 'Aslan' is, but she doesn't question them. She misses her children. They are there in their home, but they aren't. There's always a faraway look in their eye as if they are remembering.
a version of chronicles of narnia where those closest to the kings and queens get put into a sleep when the pevensies are brought back to their world, from which they're awoken only when their beloved four rules return, something Ă la sleeping beauty.
so the pevensie siblings return to narnia, and logically, it's been thousands of years. their closest friends, those they viewed as family, are, to their knowledge, dead, and they are completely alone now.
until peter and caspian encounter each other in the woods, and are about to get into their fight. it's the moment where peter's back is turned, and caspian has his word raised. lucy is screaming, tears in her eyes, susan and edmund are too far away to do anything, and there's a moment of chaos before caspian's strike is blocked by a larger, longer sword.
oreius, completely disgruntled and still very out of the loop, but only focusing on the fact that his king, his friend, his son, is in danger, glares daggers at caspian, not looking away for a second, even as tumnus gathers a now-relieved, sobbing lucy up in a tight hug, and edmund and susan shriek with joy upon seeing the beavers and mr. fox.
and any feeling of tension or fear immediately seeps out of peter, who drops the rock he had picked up, and stumbles to his feet and to oreius' side, being able to lean on the centaur for the first time in a year, and not have to worry about his safety or his siblings' safety. and oreius, without taking his eyes off of caspian and his followers, just puts an arm around peter.
and caspian remembers. he remembers the stories of the high kings and queens of narnia, and their beloved inner circle, and the absolutely terrifying centaur who called them sons and daughters of his heart, and he can't quite help but think about how utterly fucked he is.
THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA: THE LION, THE WITCH AND THE WARDROBE (2005) dir. Andrew Adamson
susan's horn becoming this great magical thing of legend that summons, essentially, narnia's saints back to it after a thousand years is crazy for many reasons but perhaps most of all because it didn't bring some mythic higher power or legendary hero when susan blew it the first time she needed help. no. it brought her big brother.

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My favourite thing about The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe is that CS Lewis very obviously knew that kids were going to go hunting in cupboards and wardrobes for Narnia because multiple times he very clearly states that the kids did not close the door behind them when they climbed in the wardrobe because that would be stupid and dangerous. He knew some kid was going to lock themselves in the closet and he obviously didnât want to be responsible for that.
PSA: Kids, don't lock yourself in a wardrobe. That would be a very silly thing to do. -- C.S. Lewis