This song is edgier than I generally relate to Narnia. My brain–for just a second!–dipped into my Once Then Always ‘verse because of the vibe, but I veered away from that because it’s not what you prompted, anon.
So instead of that, I’ll follow my other feeling which is canon!fic “Five Times The Pevensies Should Have Died” kind of thing because I’ve always wondered about that. Like… none of the humans from the real world ever die in Narnia–or, well, kind of Edmund one could argue, but not to the extent as to permanent or strange because of it’s non-permanence.
Like. Lucy’s magic potion and Aslan were there. But what about in other situations, later, when they were in war but Aslan wasn’t involved. They spent a lifetime in Narnia before returning to the real world–they fought giants and reclaimed Narnia from the White Witch’s clutches and rebuilt a kingdom from the ground up surrounded on all sides by, if not outrightly hostile, then skeptical neighbors.
One of them should have died.
Except they didn’t.
So is this a situation where they literally could not die? (So long as they are in Narnia, they are immortal) Or is it that before they died they got sent back to the real world?
For fun and fic’s sake, it’s probably the first one. Like… can you imagine how useful but also hilarious that would be? How many times did they get sent poison gifts and just eat it and nothing happens? Or they get stabbed through with a sword and just get back up?
What kind of fearsome reputations are they building? And, well, it makes sense considering even after their reign they are still remembered as legends.
Pevensies are unkillable, basically, which perhaps puts an interesting twist on their lives/fates in the real world. Were they reckless? Were they extra cautious? Did Susan, for a long time after, not fully believe the finality of her siblings’ deaths?
And for a darker take, imagine being on the inside of that. Of being a teenager and surviving assassination attempts not because you were protected or the assassin failed, but because you literally cannot die. Do you still feel the poison coursing through your veins? How torturous must it be to have to keep getting up from every fatal blow? For Narnia, for Aslan, but really you just want it to be for the last time.
And then you get back to the real world–and no wonder they thought it was all a dream at first. More than the magic and creatures and royal prophecies–getting up after dying is so impossible…
I do love the Pevensies, though, really. (｡◝‿◜｡)
And here’s an author rec for CoN whose fic I absolutely love: burntcopper on ao3!