the striking.

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#THESTRIKINGTM   :   private & selective mutuals only ANIZA PEVENSIE of the chronicles of narnia series. original character that is crossover   /   au friendly. written by  anna    &    jess, 25+, she/her. est. 2019.

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an exploration of: survivor’s guilt, grief, war & anarchy, fate, fighting to survive, freedom & justice always coming first, the power of fire, companionship, chaos, the ocean’s healing powers, being a prisoner, unjust murder, & faith.

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susan featuring: rayne pevensie, jacquetta may-riordan, & tillie brimley

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Chapter: The Fire and it’s Aftermath

Year: 1016 Narnian Years

Trigger warnings: fire, death, graphic details

I was lucky.

As was my father, and my two elder siblings, Elmer and Rumi. The three of us were out helping my father with his trade - my mother and three younger siblings, Lottie, Brody, and Katherine, were not so lucky.

The fire was thought to have broken out within an hour after we left that morning. Though no official cause has been determined, it is thought that the cook’s son clumsily left a towel near the fire - as he has done before -, and it sparked into flames, spreading quickly throughout the kitchens, then throughout the entire house.

According to witnesses, who stood fear-rooted on the hillside looking onto our beautiful home, the screams of my family and servants echoed throughout the air, mixed in with the sounds of the waves crashing angrily against the rocks and nearby cliff, and the greedily calls of seagulls, soaring through the sky, looking for food.

The house remained ablaze for three long, fearsome days while the townspeople finally came together, helping my father and brother try to put the flames out, and comforting my sister and I. Three days of knowing my family was trapped inside, and various staff that I had known since birth.

When the flames turned to ash, our horrors took on a new shape - for as we sifted through the remains of the house (for many rooms on the bottom floor had escaped the flames, but were crushed by the top floors of the house falling in), saving every scrap of our scattered memories that was found, the gruesome discoveries of bodies were found, as well. My mother’s body was found, clutching Katherine’s body, on the bottom floor, crushed under debris - we will never know if they had died from the smoke, or from the debris. My siblings Lottie and Brody were found holding hands, on top of the debris field, terribly burned. The servants that were pulled have become a blur, their fates mixed in the ghastly memories that took up the forefront of my mind from this day forward.

Not much survived those terrible, long flames, but we did manage to recover a family portrait - with just the frame broken, a necklace of my mother’s, and Lottie’s beloved doll that almost never left her side.

Our island townspeople were kind - even those who did not know us personally reached out - for my father was a great lord, and was well respected among the islanders. My mother and younger siblings were buried in the great family vault, and the remains of our lovely home was cleaned up, swept away, the grief of that land haunting the area for many years to come.

My father, siblings, and I moved into our new house - trying desperately to make it feel like a home. It was small - my brother sharing a room with my father, and my sister and I sharing a room together. We no longer yearned for space to ourselves - we stuck together like one wouldn’t imagine. My father hid his grief from us, though we knew his heart had been ripped out, torn in half, and stomped on. Rumi and I poured all of our energies into being ladies of the house - we saw no need to hire much staff, for we preferred to pour our grief into work. We soon became very efficient at running the household, and in the kitchen as well. We prepared a small feast for us to celebrate my brother’s knighthood - and we gathered up our small belongings to bring with us to Narnia - for the knighthood was to take place at the great castle of Cair Paravel.

The royal family was lovely and kind - they held a small memorial to my family who had been lost in the fire while we were there. Because of our titles of Ladies, and our father being a great Lord, my sister and I were invited to stay at Cair Paravel, and take up positions as ladies-in-waiting once our period of grief had officially ended.

And that’s how my love story began.

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LUCY PEVENSIE

SHE LOVED HER LITTLE COURT, and easily thrived when surrounded by roomfuls of others. every kind of creature made her kind heart feel fuller, and every creature, narnian or not, was welcome in her rooms. but there was one person who made her pulse heighten ——– and she did whatever she could to keep herself in the others presence. she would even sit in the small court of her siblings to be near this other.

her smile was brighter ——– bigger when this other was near, and her eyes shone with such an intense pleasure that a stranger could tell she was pleased with life, just by looking into the depths of them. earlier, she had carefully steered mr. tumnus ——–  her walking & talking partner for the evening ——–towards her. TO BE NEARER TO HER. to stand directly in front of her.

and when mr. tumnus and the rest of her little court cleared out of the room, she stayed ——–lingering behind so she could let the minutes melt into seconds as she gazed into the others eyes ——–  eyes so deep blue they looked like the ocean of the other’s childhood.

aniza’s eyes were gazing downwards ——–and lucy took full advantage of the moment to let her own eyes rest on aniza’s lips, a deep and desperate ache spreading to her core, a desire to kiss aniza, once again filling her soul. slowly, she led her eyes back up towards aniza’s, waiting patiently for them to meet again.

she noticed the deep blush that appeared on aniza’s tan cheeks, hope swelling inside her of the possibility of her feelings being mutually shared. she bit her lip, drawing her bottom lip inside her mouth, her tongue lazily trailing over, wetting her lips. she nearly had herself convinced she had imagined aniza’s hand outstretching towards her face.

the words, spoken so bravely, slowly filled her ears, her mind, her soul, as elation filled every inch and crevice of her body and thoughts. of her heart. as if time was ticking by slowly, a smile arose across her own face, shy at first, before quickly growing to be one of her largest. ❛ good ——– because my feelings for you are stronger than words could possibly describe. ❜

and with that, she leaned forwards, and stole aniza’s lips into a kiss, deep and desirous, her hands finding aniza’s neck, her fingers entangling into her lush, brown locks.

HER SURPRISE & HAPPINESS MADE HER DELIRIOUS, yet it was the best feeling she had ever felt. in all her years, she never would have thought a ruling monarch would have feelings for her ——– least of all genuine, romantic feelings, and not some shameful intrigue. she let herself become completely immersed in lucy’s stolen kiss, her tongue gently roaming over the other’s lip as she felt lucy’s fingers in her hair ——– over her scalp.

slowly, as she felt the kiss breaking apart, she let her hands make their way towards lucy’s slim neck ——– and shamelessly pulled lucy back for another kiss after a quick breath. she had no idea if this would be allowed ——– if the narnian court would support their union ——– if aslan would. she wasn’t about to let this moment pass her by so quickly. she knew they were putting themselves at risk, staying in such a large room, but that thought was beyond her cares ——– she wanted to be in the moment.

when their embrace did finally break, aniza kept her face inclined towards lucy’s, her forehead set against lucy’s, their noses brushing against each others. she was smiling, and she could feel lucy was smiling as well. aniza bit her lip for a moment, before letting more words come out in whispers.

❛ oh my aslan, that was amazing. i never would have dreamed this would happen, lucy ——– if you wouldn’t have done that just now ——– i dare say i think my heart would have been forever shattered, doomed to remain pieces broken in dust.  ❜

she moved the thumb of her left hand across lucy’s cheek, while she let her other hand slip down to lucy’s waist, lightly gripping onto it, securing their proximity. she let out a breathless, small laugh, before giving lucy one small pucker of a kiss, ever so lightly on her lips.

❛ but ——–whatdoes this this mean ——– for us? are we ——– are we going to make this official? or are we just ——– are  we just testing the waters? ❜ she was afraid, afraid that lucy wouldn’t want to chance a relationship with her ——– afraid that her heart would get broken despite lucy’s feelings. but she couldn’t lose all hope ——– her status as a lady would surely give them some sort of chance ——– wouldn’t it?

❛aslan ——– maybe aslan will support us ——– or your siblings? surely they want you to be happy, don’t they? ❜

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IT’S A MESSY BUSINESS, being in love with a queen. messier still was the fact that she, herself, was a woman. she has no chance with lucy ——–  she kept telling herself this over and over. it was a rare occurrence, when a royal married one of the same sex. BUT IT WASN’T IMPOSSIBLE. she allowed herself to have the smallest of hope.

here she was, standing in front of the woman she loves, just waiting for the room to clear, waiting to have even a moment alone with the valiant queen. she knew her time at court was going to soon come to an end ——–  she couldn’t stay here forever, not unless she was serving one of the queens.

her striking blue eyes never once left the figure of lucy, but she allowed herself to let her gaze go anywhere on the other’s body ——–  head to toe. they occasionally came to rest on her hands. she was going to tell her as soon as she was able to.

the grand room started to clear ——– an unscheduled hunting party was being formed. she might soon have her chance. she waited for a few moments, until those eyes she loved ——–  the eyes of lucy pevensie, FOUND HER OWN.

a deep, scarlet blush started to form over her delicate cheeks, a fiery warmth set ablaze. before she knew it, it was just the two of them ——–  alone in the room. she turned her head all over, double and triple checking that they were truly alone. the guards stood outside the doors. they were alone.

she turned back towards lucy, and let her hand start to stretch forwards towards the queen’s face, but she pulled back and stopped herself. in a whisper, just barely audible, she let the words escape from her pink lips.

❛ lucy... i ——– i have feelings for you. i know i shouldn’t, but ——– ❜ she could say no more.