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salls | she/her | 22 | lover of all things narnia

[justjudethoughts]

In Defense of Peter Pevensie. Originally written in response to accusations of Peter being "less complex" than other Narnia characters

If King Lune is the embodiment of masculinity as father, then Peter is the embodiment of masculinity brother. As High King, he becomes the brother of his people, but those seeds were sown in his own family. 

From the very beginning of the story Peter is the leader of the Pevensie children, a job he evidently takes very seriously. But, unlike a lot of eldest siblings, he doesn’t use his status and power as a means to swagger around and lord it over the others. Quite the opposite, actually. It is immediately clear that one of Peter’s main functions in the Pevensie family is cheerleader of his siblings. This is shown not only in his open praise of their talents (for example, he hypes up Susan’s talent of archery in PC and cheers on Lucy for having been right after none of them believed her), but also generally tries to keep them in high spirits. 

Take the context of LWW. The Pevensies are sent to the countryside because of air raids. They are going into a strange house with a strange man because the Germans are obliterating everything the children have ever known or called home. All of them are scared, Edmund’s bullying Lucy, and Lucy may or may not be going insane. But Peter can’t show any of them that fear, because he’s the oldest. They can’t know he’s scared, so he puts a bold face on it. One of the first things he says in LWW is “We’ve landed on our feet and no mistake” when he looks at the big house. He argues they are going to have a delightful summer after all. The next day, when the others are disheartened by the rain, he suggests they explore the house.

As the years go on, Peter earns the title “Magnificent.” In this, Peter truly embodies the  JPII quote, “the ultimate test of your greatness is the way you treat every human being.” He has a bleeding heart for the least of these, but in an unassuming, humble way. Peter is not a man of pomp and circumstance. He has a servant’s heart, perhaps most evident in PC. 

Upon returning to Narnia and learning of Caspian’s plight, he immediately makes it known that he has no intention of replacing Caspian. “I haven’t come to take your place, but to put you in it” is among the first things he says to his new friend. This isn’t about winning fame or glory or reliving the old days. This is about making right what was wrong. 

He is generous with the Narnia creatures, even when they are a bit silly. When trying to pick a Marshall, he suggests the Giant Wimbleweather. Caspian warns him that the giant isn’t very smart, to which Peter responds, “Of course not. But any giant looks impressive if only he will keep quiet. And it will cheer him up.” Part of his reasoning is simply the injured feelings of poor Wimbleweather who earlier entirely messed up an important battle.  The following conversation also takes place while they are searching for a Marshall. Reepicheep offers his assistance:

"I am afraid it would not do," said Peter very gravely. "Some humans are afraid of mice——"

"I had observed it, Sire," said Reepicheep.

"And it would not be quite fair to Miraz," Peter continued, "to have in sight anything that might abate the edge of his courage."

Instead of embarrass and insult Reepicheep by explaining that he is far too small and unassuming for such a job, he appeals rather to humans' fear of mice. Even while battle prepping, his is concerned about the hearts of his people. Bulgy Bear, too, he allows to be a Marshall, as it is the right of bears, no matter how silly they are. 

Peter understands that duty means doing what is right, regardless of how it makes you feel. His first battle happens because Susan and Lucy are being chased by the wolves. When he hears Susan’s horn, he runs to help her. The book says, “Peter did not feel very brave; indeed, he felt he was going to be sick. But that made no difference to what he had to do.” His sisters needed him. And so he showed up. The same is true in PC, when he engages Miraz in single combat. Edmund asks if he can beat Miraz. Peter responds that he is fighting to find out. He goes in completely unsure that he is ever going to see his family again, but he does it anyway. Because Narnia needs him. Caspian needs him. His people need him. And his feelings aren’t the deciding factor. 

When he makes mistakes, he owns up to them. In LWW, when the children plead before Aslan on Edmund’s behalf, Peter blames himself for being too hard on Edmund. In PC, when they finally see Aslan, he apologizes for having led them wrong the whole time. He is always trying to do his very best and falling short like the rest of us. But he accepts his fault with humility, gets back up and tries again. 

By the Last Battle, we get to see Peter in his truest form. Even though he has been in England for years, when the seven friends see what looks like a ghost, he is the one who stands up and orders it to speak. Clad in his suspenders and button-down shirt, Peter is once more High King. “Shadow or spirit or whatever you are," he says, "If you are from Narnia, I charge you in the name of Aslan, speak to me. I am Peter the High King." And when night falls on Narnia for the last time it is Peter, once so scared to speak to Aslan (and even attempted to make Susan do it for him) that shuts the door. It is Peter that jests with Lucy when she weeps for Narnia, trying to lighten the mood. It is Peter that she turns to, time and time again, with her questions. It is Peter that Lucy, and all of the other friends of Narnia, trust to lead them. 

It is also Peter, who, “shortly and gravely” tells Tirian about the fall of Susan. Because he has to. Because here he is, once again, the eldest, the leader. Here he is once again faced with the unpleasant task of shouldering the burden for others. But he won’t make Edmund or Lucy explain (in fact, they don’t say anything about Susan). Peter takes that pain for them, forces himself to form words. Perhaps, deep down, he blames himself. He always was a bleeding heart. 

There are so many other things I didn’t include. I could talk about how Peter immediately offers to help Tumnus, simply because he did the decent thing and didn’t kidnap Lucy. Or his beautiful, redeemed relationship with Edmund. I could talk about all the times he is a rock for Susan, or his steady leadership despite his own hesitation. But really and truly, my point amounts to this: Peter is a brother. He is steady and humble and down to earth. He is brave. He is chivalrous and courteous and overflowing with affirmation for those he loves. He is a servant heart. 

When I think of Peter, I think of carpentry and the honesty of working with your hands. I think of campfires and a night sky full of stars, and the feeling of warm flannel. I think of laughter and 19th century books for boys, and tomes upon tomes of Latin. I think of warm drinks, hot cocoa or coffee or tea, and the safety of home. It is home I think of most of all. 

[yeehawesome]

girl help I'm relating to the Pevensie siblings again

[oceanlils]

rip helen pevensie you would have loves slipping through my fingers

[insertsparkleshere]

Work with me here: Bucky and Susan

Susan is in America with Peter and her parents. She's kind of bored, and she misses England, and she misses Narnia, but the galas are fun.

They live in New York, and, since it's 1942, America hasn't entered World War II yet.

One day, Susan's walking around, and she sees Steve. He's scrawny, but he seems like he's around her age, and he's getting absolutely beat up. Not one to ignore bullying of any form, Susan steps in, and lands a solid punch to the jaw of the man attacking Steve.

Bucky, who was just around the corner and about to step in himself, sees this and falls head over heels.

Susan's helping Steve, and she's being so nice, and she's very soft and caring and she's beautiful, and Bucky can barely move, because holy shit.

And then Susan turns, and she smiles at him, and Bucky falls all over again.

Susan and Bucky get to know each other. Everything is going great, and they never stop talking about each other. Peter is getting tired of hearing about how Bucky's such a good dancer with such pretty eyes, and Steve is getting tired of hearing about Susan's smile and how smart she is and how she's the first girl Bucky's ever really wanted to go steady with.

By the time Bucky and Peter go off to war, Susan has long since given up her belief in Narnia. But she knows they could use some entertainment, so she starts writing.

She writes about Narnia, and she writes the first three Narnia books (The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, The Horse and His Boy, and Prince Caspian). Lucy and Edmund write her about what happened when they went back, and while she wasn't there, she still writes the fourth book (Voyage of the Dawn Treader).

She sends them to Bucky to read, and he's the only one who knows about them, because she can't bear to tell her siblings, who still believe in Narnia, that she's writing books about the "adventures" they had as children. It will only make them sad, especially since Lucy and Edmund have told her they can't go back, now, either. Even Peter doesn't know.

Susan has been keeping Steve company, and Susan's there when Steve is given the serum. She gets along quite well with Peggy, both being very strong British women in America, though Susan has no interest in being a spy or in fighting in the war. She's always been much more inclined to politics, and she can't imagine her skill with a bow and arrow would be of much use (though she refuses to admit that she gained these skills in Narnia).

Bucky gushes about these books to Steve when he joins him. He adores them, he adores his girl, and he thinks she's the smartest and most creative person and the best writer to ever walk the Earth.

And then Bucky falls. And Susan gets the telegram, and she falls apart.

She mourns for a long time. For long after the war is ever over. Even when she stops wearing all black, she still has some semblance of black on her person at all times - usually, a ribbon.

Winnie Barnes gives Susan her engagement ring. She tells her that Bucky was going to propose, once the war was over. Susan wears it on a chain around her neck every day.

And then Steve dies, and he dies a hero, but he was one of the last people Susan had left, and she is crushed all over again.

And then her entire family dies in a train crash, and Susan is alone. Her siblings, her parents, her cousin, her friends, are all gone. The only people left that Susan really considers friends are Becca, Bucky's sister, and Peggy, though they don't talk much. Winnie is at the funeral, as is Bucky's father, and so are Becca and Peggy.

Susan becomes reclusive, but she still writes. She finds Eustace's journals when she's going through all of her family's things, and she writes the rest of the Narnia series. The final book she writes, The Last Battle, restores her belief in Narnia, to a degree. She finds her way back to Aslan, and back to the belief that her family is in Aslan's country, and they are happy there. And while she is not with them, the thought brings her peace.

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe is released in 1950. Susan is 22, and she uses the pen name C. S. Lewis, and she realizes that she should be careful about which order she publishes the books in.

Prince Caspian comes out in 1951. Susan is 23.

Voyage of the Dawn Treader comes out in 1952. Susan is 24.

The Silver Chair comes out in 1953. Susan is 25.

And then, Susan Pevensie disappears.

She is nowhere to be found. Becca, who she'd seen at least once a week since Bucky's death, hasn't seen her in over a month. There's a search, but there's no evidence. It's like she turned to dust, and was blown away by the wind.

Becca finds the rest of the Narnia books, and she releases them, because the series needs to be completed. They're not in the same order Susan was going to release them, but Becca doesn't know that.

The Horse and His Boy comes out in 1954.

The Magician's Nephew comes out in 1955.

The Last Battle comes out in 1956.

All of the profits of the books go to finding Susan. When the case is deemed cold, Becca creates the Narnia foundation, to help those affected by the war find homes - orphans, usually, but also veterans.

Bucky escapes Hydra in 2013. He looks for Susan, because she's the only name that he can still remember, though he doesn't know why. Eventually, he finds her picture, and a missing person's poster. He remembers that he loved her. He's crushed when he realizes she disappeared.

He find The Chronicles of Narnia series in a bookstore. He remembers that Susan wrote them. He reads them obsessively. He doesn't know who published the last few - no one does.

Later, when Bucky's trial is over and he's living in the Compound and trying to atone for the Soldier's Crimes, he tries looking for Susan, and he tries looking for any family of hers and his that might still be around. FRIDAY can't find Susan, but she tells him about the other Pevensies. Bucky mourns them.

When he finds his family - Becca has long since died, but he has nieces and nephews - they tell him that Becca published the last few books of the series. That she started the Narnia foundation. That she and Susan were friends for a long, long time, until the day Susan disappeared.

(They call her Aunt Susan. Bucky has to excuse himself so they don't see him cry.)

There's not a lot to tell other than that. Bucky promises to keep in touch with them, and he goes back to the Compound and shuts himself in his room until he's finished all of the Narnia books all over again.

His dreams become different, after a while. Some are still nightmares, but Susan starts making appearances. Narnia starts making appearances. Aslan starts making appearances (the Lion is bigger than he is. Bucky is terrified the first time he appears in one of his dreams, but the Lion says not to be afraid, and Bucky believes that he doesn't have to be. It's an odd feeling).

He looks at the picture of Susan he keeps on his nightstand every time a dream (or nightmare) wakes him.

Bucky makes a habit of going to farmers' markets. He likes them. There's usually enough people that no one notices him.

That's when he sees Susan.

She's just...standing there. Looking at fruit. It's impossible, and can't fathom that she still looks the same. But he'd recognize her anywhere. That is Susan Pevensie.

He goes up to her, and the shock on her face mirrors his own. She's reclusive, doesn't pay much attention to the Avengers, so she'd missed his return. Even Steve doesn't know she's alive.

They go to Susan's apartment. She explains everything - that Aslan had called her back to Narnia, and she'd spent a long time there, but time is skewed between the two worlds. When she was sent back to Earth (around the same time Bucky's trials started, which explains how she missed them. She doesn't really understand phones), she focused on figuring out how to survive. She found a small apartment, and a job, and she's doing her best.

They reconcile. Go over everything that's happened in the last seventy years. And, because the love is still there, they get back together. Steve notices that Bucky's happier, but Bucky won't tell him what's going on, because that's Susan's story to tell.

Bucky starts spending less and less time at the Compound, until, one day, he's there and Susan shows up. She's carrying a jacket he forgot at her place, and she gives it back to him, and Steve is absolutely dumbfounded.

Susan tells Steve the entire story. She ends up getting along quite well with Wanda and Natasha, though she's a little scared of the latter. Susan's never been interested in combat, but she ends up working behind the scenes - helping Dr. Cho patch the Avengers up after missions, helping Pepper at the office, helping keep their public standing in a good place.

Bucky and Susan help with the Narnia foundation, but Becca's oldest is the one running everything.

Eventually, Bucky moves in with Susan. He retires from the Avengers and becomes a Congressman, mostly because he didn't know what else to do with himself, and he thought he could be of some help that way.

And they're happy. It takes nearly a century, but Bucky and Susan are happy. It's a foreign feeling, sometimes, but a good one.

They die side-by-side, like in The Notebook, their children surrounding them. And Aslan welcomes them home.

[kingorqueenofnarnia]

Peter, fifteen and fresh out of a bloody and brutal war, sneaking out of Cair Paravel in the middle of the night and going to the river, sticking his head into ice-cold water to shock himself out of a nightmare riddled sleep. Narnia won, but at what cost?

Peter, lying in Susan's bed with his fingers curled tightly into the fabric of her skirts, dried tear tracks on his face and Susan singing quietly in an effort to comfort him. Her fingers pick apart the strands of his hair and he falls asleep only to wake up an hour later with screams on his lips.

Peter, wrapping his arms around an Edmund who has returned from war and murmuring frantic thanks to the Gods for keeping him alive. He presses kisses on Edmund's forehead, cheeks, nose and eyelids, and considers the idea of never letting any of his siblings out of his sight ever again.

Peter, sitting on the High King's throne at the age of thirteen and wondering if he is worthy of this, if he deserves this, if he is capable of this. He is thirteen and barely knows anything about anything and he is High King who should know everything about everything is he worthy is he deserving is he capable he does not know—

Peter, in Lucy's room sitting on the floor with his back pressed to her bed, allowing her to braid flowers into his hair as he stares at the wall. The Victory Parade is in a few hours, but they lost many soldiers and people and Peter has lost sleep and sanity and good friends. Narnia has won but Peter has lost.

Peter, carrying a candle to the Castle Library at two in the morning and pulling out a book about children's fables. He cannot sleep, might as well distract himself. The candle dies down and the sun comes up, and Peter drags himself back to his quarters to get ready.

Peter, who locks himself in his chambers and does not come out for days and days, who refuses food and drink and buries himself under his blankets and stares out the window with blank eyes and slack eyebrows, who does not speak and does not cry and pushes his face into his pillow and screams for the nightmares to go away please I'll do better I just want to sleep please stop please—

Peter, who wants peace and contentment, but cannot help but go to war. Peter, who is quiet and introspective but needs to be loud and abrasive because he is High King. Peter, who wishes he could put down the sword that he wields as easily as he breathes.

Peter, who desires peace, but becomes a God of War

[fallingskiesandrisingseas]

But what was most baffling to all that met the Pevensies after they came back was that they were kind.

Really. Not pretending, not because they were insecure. True, empathic. Far too understanding for children their age. They all have music in them.

Peter’s hands feel too small for him, but he shakes hands all the same. Gentle pressure. There is nobility behind those eyes. Eyes that always border on the supernatural sort of blue, especially in the dark.

He plays the guitar, gently coaxing otherworldly sounds out of an instrument that did not know it could be played like that. He helps his siblings with their homework, is taller much faster than his peers. Seems to take up more space, even though no one understands how a teenage boy manages that.

He doesn’t like doing nothing, ever. He instructs his classmates in grammar, gives away figures he cuts from wood with a knife that seems too sharp for a boy that small. He never hurts himself, though.

As the years pass, Peter grows strong. But he is gentle. He does not seem to be brash, even when many of his friends are. Peter keeps his emotions in check. Noble. Not undangerous, but not belligerent. Peter only ends fights, and only with people that deserve it.

He offers advice, a pat on the back. Teachers wanna dislike him, some do not like the look behind those eyes. Most find they cannot. Peter is popular with both adults and children, speaks sense and laughs often.

Peter is kind. Pious, devout. His faith is unmovable like rock. Did the kids meet God on the estate of their uncle?

Edmund plays the violin. A sad Edmund is a rare sight, but when he plays sad he can keep his whole floor awake. Somehow, Peter always finds h him quickly, effortlessly attuned to his brother’s moods. They play chess, then. Their chess master must have been a champion, Ed beats people with ease. He’s usually not smug about it.

Ed speaks politics and war in earnest, accepts critique graciously, is elegant in a way Peter never manages. Peter speaks frankly, but Edmund can wrap words up real nice. He doesn’t mince words, but his classmates grow into liking the sound of his voice. They appreciate that Edmund does not lie, even when speaking tactfully. Edmund can dial the temperature in a room, change it to suit himself.

He, too, laughs often, but Edmund is known to smirk. He likes being right and he often is. He’ll entertain anyone with a good story, always seems to have the right information to help you out. Remedies to illness, connections, job openings, how to sneak out of PE.

He’s a spider in a web. A bit reserved for a 11 year old, and oddly well-connected. A real ghost when he wants to be, but he never scares people with it.

Aslan would not approve of that. He believes in God as well, but much more intellectually. He’s got the intelligence to back it up and wit to match. A scholarly belief, but not lacking conviction.

Teachers like his enthousiasm, remember a moody nagging child when he left and see a secure young man come back.

Edmund will stand up for what is right. He gets into some trouble like that, but his verbal agility saves him always. Edmund has strong principles and will not bend them for anyone. No matter the trouble he gets in.

The bond with his brother is unbreakable. They even walk the same, chest out, left hand on their belt. They seem most at ease when fencing.

Susan was always warm and tenderhearted, but when she comes back there is a difference.

She seems to have gained authority. It’s real strange watching a 13-year old use her beauty like a grown woman, but Susan has learned to wield it, to stun people so she can creep under their skin. People LISTEN to her now.

Her wit is like a knife, but she avoids cutting deep. Susan is reasonable, and strong, and principled. The little drama others get involved in does not bother her, and she seems immune to petty insults. She has killed before, with her hands.

She will do it with kindness now. She is not very approachable ( that would be Lucy ), but she is kind. She used to mother over her brothers and sisters, but now that they have raised each other in a court full of magic she has gotten more relaxed. They listen to her on important issues, trust in her judgement. Her brothers does not deem himself more important, she is both well-spoken and well-respected by her siblings. Equal. It baffles the old men that teach her. Irritates them, too.

There is an air of mystery around her. Half a look is enough to get what she wants, Susan’s friends laud her security in herself, her Mona Lisa smile. She seems to temper moods easily, makes people feel at ease.

She most of everyone exudes royalty. It’s the grace. Susan plays the harp, her long fingers dancing across the strings like she’s had a lifetime of practice. She’s elegant, never caught off guard. Jamais faux pas.

She does not get angry. She knows who she will be. She is anxious to become an adult, yes, but she only wishes to look how she feels. Not to look differently. Yet the wish to be taken seriously, to have someone see you as an adult, it makes her surprisingly similar to her peers.

Her friends have not been old yet, is all. But Susan is calm and collected. People see her as someone you can tell a secret to. She never hurts someone, is usually a neutral party, speaks sense to adult and kids alike. She is not ignorant, however, will use every trick in the book to keep the peace. She knows when to go nuclear. Vis pacem para bellum.

Lucy is a sun in human form. She has a joie de vivre that is unmatched, is gay and golden-haired and never in a bad mood.

Lucy is kind by default, does not turn it off, does not turn it down. She’s witty and funny and quick on her feet. She has been grown before, yes, but enjoys being young for a few years more. She dances, sings old tunes. Her voice is her favorite instrument, you can usually hear Lucy coming.

Whistling a tune in the halls is known to improve the moods of everyone who hears it immensely. Young girls need to figure out who they are, but Lucy knows, knows what she’ll be and who she likes and what kind of people she wants to be around. She is not pretending, never moody. She can get sad, of course, but her older brothers and sisters are always nearby when that happens.

Lucy is genuine and fierce and convinced, immovable at times. Admired for her drive, but respected for her empathy. She speaks to everyone, often distributes flowers. There’s no naivite in her at all, she simply wishes to be like this so that the world may imitate her. She likes to see people prosper, is the first with praise.

She will go far, is the consensus. There’s steel beneath the soft exterior, Lucy has fire below the flowers. She’s well-liked and well-loved. She has love in spades, it seems, animals and stragglers and misfits and outcasts. She’s popular, her room is a good place to get a cup of tea and someone who will listen to you for some time. After a while she no longer bothers with the door.

That a heart that size fits in a girl that small is a mystery to many. Lucy does not think it is a mystery at all. It is the heart of a lion.

Her faith is as vocal as the rest of her, she sees it confirmed in all that is beautiful, all that is kind. She never tries to convert anyone but there are several people who have told her that version of God is someone they would like to know.

The Pevensies often see each other at parties, where they like to stand together. Edmund knows about everyone, everyone knows Peter, everyone likes Susan, but it is Lucy who knows everyone.

They are kind, but not weak. Peter gets his knuckles bloody sometimes, Edmund does not abide by the rules of unjust teachers. Susan and Lucy solve their problems differently but no less effective. Kindness is their usual way of operating, but they are still kings and queens. They will not allow cruelty, will not let bullies go unpunished.

They are sure of what they are and sure of what comes after death and this makes them kind. Kind , not harmless. Kind, not spineless. Kind, not ignorant. Kind, not naive.

Kind despite. Maybe kind because. The kings and queens of Narnia are proud of what they are, honour the teachings of their lion friend. Kind.

When the crash happens and three siblings die, everyone they know mourns deeply. Without them, the world is less kind.

[bblackthing]

I really wanted to draw Starfire/Kory with polyamory flag!)))) and also korybabs :3

crops under \/

(Also I don't know if someone asks but this flag was designed and chosen in instagram: polyampriud, I just don't know how many people participated and know about it)

[oceanlils]

this is the best thing that could have happened to me today i LOVE THEM

[what-the-phoenix]

What the song Peter is really referencing

Vs

What it feels like the song Peter is referencing

[oceanlils]

on this note i saw an AMAZING EDIT to the song and peter pevensie and while the edit was peter-centric the verse felt like susan pleading with the ghost of her brother and it made me want to die

[thatrandomblogsays]

Dear Diary,

Today I cried for Susan Pevensie’s loss today.

[oceanlils]

thinking again about susan pevensie. beautiful susan pevensie. gentle susan pevensie. caring susan pevensie. self absorbed susan pevensie. too grown up susan pevensie. never smart, but always beautiful. never strong, but always gentle. always motherly. always stuck up.

and how could she not? older of three in a war, but always tuted by peter. grown to be a queen, the one queen that was always left behind as her siblings served in the war. and maybe that was a good thing, because the lonely families needed her comfort,

the wounded soldiers needed her warmth as she healed them, their bodies and soul. their beautiful queen, all grown up, only to be thrusted again in the body of a child, in a world that looked down on her. a world where she was just some girl, instead of the Queen.

of course she wanted to grow old. of course she wanted to be beautiful. to be valued. to be loved. to be respected. and thus she threw herself in heels too high for her, in dresses that, while they would be frowned upon in narnia, were beautiful enough to make her feel like she was still back there. she threw herself into makeup to look the part of the beauty queen, changing her hair, changing her life. and soon, those parties became her new world. and she started rejecting her siblings. and soon, she forgot her gentleness.

she paid the price for it, of course. she paid in blood, in eight corpses waiting for her on a closed train station that would act as a morgue. and everyone pitied her. “what a terrible accident”, they said. “what a poor girl”. but she knew better.

she knew this was no accident. this was something else, something more. a blessing for her siblings, a punishment for her. she simply couldn't recall why she was being punished, who was punishing her. and poor susan pevensie grew twice, and twice she was alone.

[tangledinlove]

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[oceanlils]

[A thing I wrote on twt about Peter Pevensie, with some changes]

Rise, oh son of Adam. Rise and hold your siblings, rise and smile as you're leaving. It's what's expected of you.

Rise, oh High King of Narnia. Rise your sword against those who wrong you, rise with your army and spread Aslan's word. It's what's asked of you.

Rise as a kid, fall as a King, fail to leave, fail to come back. Forget, and remember, and forget again, but never fully, for you are the one with war in your veins, for it will be your newborn cries the ones turned into war cries as ypi lead your people for an imminent death.

Rise and fall time and time again, Peter Pevensie, you who were kid and king twice. Rise with your country and smile as you're leaving, smile as your sister forgets, smile as you close the door.

It was expected of you, and you did well.

[oceanlils]

lately my life has been just. waking up. dissociating the whole day via creating fake scenarios. and falling asleep. and idk if thats healthy

[oceanlils]

i hate men flirting except when the man in question is BOLD and FICTIONAL

[oceanlils]

Magic has been with you your whole life, Lucy Pevensie.

Magic as your father carried you for the first time, as the honey slipped through your mother's lips the first time she said your name, tired, breathless, soaking you in her love.

Magic in your big brother's smile as he carried you in his shoulders, magic in your sister's hands as she helped you get dress.

Magic in the letter your little brother hurriedly scribbled when he broke your favorite toy, even if he didn't want to write it.

Magic in your smile, your voice, the wonder in your eyes as you learned about the world. Magic in the twirls of your skirt as you dance around the living room, some old song playing in the background while you play.

Still, you never realize it's there. You fantasize about it, thinking it to be impossible, but holding at the same time that childlish hope that, one day, you will prove to everyone that magic is real.

And, one day, magic finds you. It calls you and you answer, and it hugs you, and it pulls at your clothes and pushes you until it completely surroinds you.

Magic holds you as it enters through your skin, your eyes, it makes it's way though your veins, your lungs, and it welcomes you home, as if it's your mother, as if you had always belonged to it.

Magic holds you close as you call for your siblings, and it holds them too as you rejoice in the feeling. You are loved. You are brave. You are home.

Magic gives you a name, a body. It forges your bones and tints your smile. It grows in you as years go by, just to spit you at the beginning one more time. It abandons you, forcing you back into a body that doesn't belong to you anymore.

At first, you feel helpless. You feel weak, and small. You feel broken. Then, you start seeing the magic, still around, still with you.

There's magic in your parent's eyes as the six of you finally reunite again. There's magic in your brother's voice as he reminds you that not everything is lost, that you're still Kings and Queens, even away from home.

There's magic in the way the rest of the kids at school look at you four, when you walk by. Magic in the gentleness that stayed with your sister, in the way your brother is now able to solve almost every conflict. Magic in that language that you still can speak, unknown to everyone else. There's magic in you.

When magic calls you again, you already know what to expect. How to act. What to do. And you know when it ends that i hasn't really ended. You learn to wait for it. To embrace it the third time it calls you.

When magic calls you again, you know it's the end. You know that, finally, it won't spit you out again. As you step on that train, surrounded by those who love you, you know what to expect. And, as a sharp pain breaks your body, while your blood splashes over the floor and your clothes and your big brother reaches to protect you and your brother with his body, magic heals your wounds, calling you into it's arms one last time, begging for your help, and you answer.

You are magic, Lucy Pevensie.

[goldenvulpine]

Yearly Reminder that C.S Lewis encouraged his fans to write fanfiction about Susan Pevensie becoming a friend to Narnia and reuniting with her family once again.

Literally inviting his fans to write Susan’s adult, angsty character development with a happy ending.

Do your duty fans. Write that fanfiction.

[oceanlils]

enough of "susan redemption" or "susan healing arc" i want susan pevensie to fight furry jesus and WIN. lets go susan go learn witchcraft and 1vs1 that mf YOU CAN DO IT ‼️‼️ fuck susan healing era, its revenge era ‼️‼️