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chrisili · 5 months

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𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊?

Pairing: Peter Pevensie x fem!reader

Summary: Your childhood best friend starts acting super odd and after a little incident at the train station you actually understand why.

Warnings: Spoilers if you haven’t seen the first and second movie, lots of arguing

Genre: friends to enemies to lovers? Angst? Fluff

Word count: 2,8 k

A.N.: Eh so, I actually thought this story further, like a lot but I don’t know if the rest is worth writing/reading so IF you think this needs another part eh, tell me? But again heads up, no idea if it is worth the time. THANKS FOR READING THIS ANYWAYS!

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Peter hugged his beloved mother one last time. “Promise me you’ll look after the others,” she said. “I will mum,” he said with a thin voice, eyes shut tight. She loses herself from the hug, smiles at him and nods, “good man.” After having said goodbye to the other three children too, she looked at them all, “alright, off you go.”

Peter and the others grabbed their luggages and started to walk closer to the train they are supposed to go in to. “Peter! Peter!” A small voice cried out, the oldest sibling looked into the direction where the voice was coming from, it was Y/N. Y/N was Peters childhood bestfriend, they went the same way to school everyday, although going to different schools because of their genders. They lived close to each other, played outside a lot and spent their times studying together (Sometimes, because both of them were not very keen on studying anyways).

Y/N stood there with her four brothers, waiting to go into the train too. Peter smiled seeing her as she hurries over, he waves shyly trying to walk up to her. “Peter, what are you doing?” Asked his sister Susan while grabbing his arm. “Just a second, really.” He replied, giving Susan his luggage so she could put it in already. She looked at him annoyed but took it anyways.

Peter and Y/N now stood in front of each other, slightly shouting because of all the noise. “Where are you going?” She asked right away leaning in a little so he would understand better. “Some kind of professor, it’s gonna be boring really.” He said slightly chuckling. “How about you?” “A cook I think, we will probably help out in the kitchen a lot but it’s okay.” Y/N said smiling.

“Y/N come on!” John, one of her younger brothers yelled from the back. She turned around, “Yes I am coming!” She yelled back annoyed. She turned back to Peter and smiled sadly at him. “I hope you will be safe Peter, I am gonna miss you.” He was close to tears for he felt the same thing about her. When she saw that he was trying not to cry in front of her she exclaimed, “Oh Peter!” Hugging him tight with her eyes shut and tears at the corners. He hugged her back tightly, wrapping his arms around her back and crying dryly into her shoulder.

“Y/N COME ON!”

“PETER! HURRY UP!”

They both stopped hugging each other and with one last smile they both ran back to their families. You may be wondering, if they are both going into the same train, why wouldn’t they just say goodbye then? This was not possible due to the fact that the train didn’t have any walkable connections between the wagons. So, both were sitting in different wagons and off the families went. Y/N and her four younger brothers traveled to the mentioned cook and Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy to said Professor. Peters story you obviously know about already, Y/N arrived at a small house with no garden and no play space. They had to help in the kitchen, wash the dishes but keep quiet and under no circumstances touch. The. Food. All five of them in the kitchen, you can imagine it was a little crowded and plates sometimes fell to the ground, shattering with a high pitched sound, with the one dropping it being punished badly.

Y/Ns brothers were all younger than her. John the second oldest being only one year younger than her, 17. Oliver, the middle child, 15. Finn, 12 and the youngest Harry, 10. It was very scary for all of them but it was the scariest for Y/N, taking care of four pubescent boys looks hard already but is worse doing it.

Let’s skip time a little here, after a couple of weeks they all came back to their homes. Obviously having got to go back to school. Y/N was very happy seeing her friend again and of course the other siblings too but somehow Peter had changed over his time at the professor, he seemed more mature and even angrier, prouder and overconfident. I, of course know why he suddenly behaved so strangely having lived in Narnia for the last 15 years but Y/N didn’t and there was no one to tell her. With Peter starting getting into fights, Y/N was kind of scared of him, where was her sweet and funny Peter all of a sudden? They, naturally, grew kind of distant. They still saw each other every morning or on the streets and greeted each other, maybe smiled shortly and then continued their way.

Peter regret deeply where their relationship headed but he couldn’t have told her, she wouldn’t believe him anyways and she would think he was crazy (which she already did to be honest).

Let’s skip a little more to one fine morning, or fight morning. Y/N was close to the train station she had been using for the last years, looking at newspapers and thinking about getting some candy (which she could hardly afford but the thought was still nice). Being caught up in her dreams she only noticed her brother Oliver running up to her when he was already in front of her panting. At first she couldn’t understand what he was saying because of all the huffing but then she did, “John, he is fighting! You have to do something, the other boys are way bigger than he is!” Without having fully registered what her brother had said she was already dragged down the station. Oliver could of course, like Edmund did, help his brother too but he was a very gentle and calm soul and had no interest in fist fights.

Running down the stairs Y/N saw a lot of people in front of her blocking the view. But after some tip toeing she saw her brother, Edmund and Peter fighting against a bunch of older boys. Thankfully a police officer tore them apart and Y/N squeezed her way down to her brother. After John was done talking to the officer, Oliver and Y/N walked up to him, not very far from the other two troublemakers (Edmund and Peter) sitting on chairs by the wall.

“What on earth is wrong with you?!” Y/N exclaimed while hitting her brother with the newspaper on his head. He rubbed his head slightly, still full of adrenaline and anger from the former fight. “Nothing is bloody wrong with me! These guys attacked Peter and I helped him, that’s it.” Hearing Peters name made her slightly angry, she glanced over to Peter who was still sitting in his chair, his blonde hair slightly over his face, looking back at her. She immediately looked back at her brother with an angry face.

“It was Peters fight then, not yours!” She said in a loud voice.

“So what? Edmund helped too!” John replied with an even louder voice, almost screaming.

“That doesn’t matter at all! Edmund is Peters brother, you aren’t!” She yelled at him.

“I wish I was!” Yelled John back, almost running away with fury.

Oliver looked back and forth between his two siblings, unsure what to do but when John hurried away, he looked at Y/N and she just nodded saying he should go with him. Y/N sighed heavily looking to the ground, she picked up her suitcase and walked away too.

“Y/N!” Peter yelled from behind, now standing hoping she would stop. She did. She also turned around slightly and looked at her former best friend, she was annoyed. “What?” She said almost rolling her eyes at him. He walked closer now with small steps, almost like approaching a deer. Y/N turned around fully now, facing Peter with her heavy suitcase in her left hand and the newspaper in her right one. “I am sorry okay? I didn’t want him to fight on my behalf either, I would have told him to leave but that’s not really possible while being kicked in the face.” He said trying to smile a little at the end.

“Not hard enough…” she mumbled.

“What was that?” He asked not having fully understood her.

She just shook her head and looked into his eyes and for the first time in a year she realized how much he had actually changed. His face and especially his jaw was a lot sharper, his face was slightly longer and had matured a lot. His blonde hair was longer and it looked gorgeous on him. Having noticed how handsome he actually was she started to blush slightly, then she shook her head again trying to free herself out of his trance. The other three siblings thought about interfering but they were too amused by the drama.

“I said not hard enough! It doesn’t matter if you wanted him to be with you or not, if you hadn’t picked up a fight in the first place, he would have not been involved!” Y/N said with a firm voice, she knew her argument hardly made sense but she was angry and she hated Peters beautiful hair. He looked at her stunned, “didn’t you hear what John said? They attacked me first!”

“And god forbid you’d just walk away!” She said with the same amount of anger as Peter did.

“I shouldn’t have to!” He said trying to stay calm.

“You know what Peter, do whatever you want, I don’t care. I really don’t but at least don’t stop me, then try to apologize to me and then be angry at me anyways! Because I am done with this! Ow.” She said while turning around having felt that someone or something had pinched her. Peter looked at her confused, not even a second later Lucy felt the same thing and yelled at Susan, “OW!”

“Quiet, Lu.” Susan said calmly, looking at her sister.

“Something pinched me!” Said Lucy back, pointing at the wall.

“Hey! Stop pulling!” Exclaimed Peter turning to Edmund as he had suddenly felt the same thing, Edmund raised his hands a little in defense, “I am not touching you.”

Y/N looked at them confused and a second later the wind in the train station seemed to pick up immensely. Papers flew around, the light started to flicker and all of their hairs and clothes blowing around.

“It feels like magic.” Lucy said excited looking at Susan.

“Quick, everyone hold hands.” Said Susan after grabbing Lucy’s and Y/N’s hand. Y/N thought this was a bit silly and she didn’t want to hold Peter’s hand but she did it anyways. Edmund having a very similar feeling to Y/N just yelled, “I’m not holding your hand,” at Peter. “Just…” Peter blurred out and grabbed his brothers hand while feeling slightly warm because of Y/N’s hand in his left hand.

The five of them stood there in the train station and in the next moment they were on the beach. A beautiful white beach with the bluest water Y/N had ever seen, the other four just started to undress and run into the water laughing. Y/N didn’t pay too much attention to them, she just looked around the scenery not understanding in the slightest where she was or what just happened. When Peter looked at Y/N he walked over to her, sand on his bare feet and his shirt wet.

“You like it?” He asked her smiling from behind, he was just so incredibly happy to be back so that he barely noticed Y/Ns shocked face. She didn’t turn around, she just looked up the mountain to Cair Paravel or anyways what was left of it. “That’s not- I don’t- Where are we and why are you not freaked out, like at all?” Peter came closer standing beside her looking up to Cair Paravel too. “Because we’ve been here before.”

Later they explained everything to her, about them being kings and queens, about the white witch, Aslan, Tummnus, the beavers, the 100 years lasting winter, the wardrobe, the professor and everything else not leaving one single detail out of the story. Y/N was clearly confused and had to think about all the information she just gathered.

Peters thoughts were right, if Y/N hadn’t been magically ported to Narnia herself she would have not believed a single word but now she actually considered it.

Even later they had realized that the ruins they currently walked in had been their old castle, Cair Paravel. They found old chests and Y/N slowly understood why Peter had been so different over the last year. That night, all five of them tried to sleep in the castle ruins but Peter, he was sitting by the edge of the mountain, his legs close to his body and his head resting on his knees.

(For a better experience you could listen to Merry Christmas – Piano Version by Flying Fingers on Spotify starting now! :) )

“You know, you should really sit back a little, you might fall down.” Y/N said appearing behind Peter and sitting beside him, only a little further from the edge. He smiled at her a little tired and then kept looking straight forward into the night sky.

“I am sorry.” He said not looking at her.

“And?”

“And nothing.”

“No angry remark or anything?” She asked him extra dramatic as a joke.

He just scoffs, “stop it, I am not nearly as aggressive as you claim me to be.”

Y/N just slightly laughs. “True… I am sorry too. I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did.”

“You had every right. You didn’t know, I should have been the one to tell you instead of just going around and acting like a king.”

“Yeah about that, am I supposed to call you ‘your majesty’ now?” Y/N said slightly laughing and Peter joined her. “I would be delighted if the beautiful lady Y/L/N just called me by my regular name.” He said in a jokingly kingly tone and they laughed again.

“Beautiful huh?” She said nudging his arm slightly with hers and he smiled at her nodding.

“Certainly, lady Y/L/N you must be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.” He said bravely as the high king he is but Y/N got slightly flustered and turned her face to the front, away from Peter.

“Well you’re not the only one with good eyesight. Earlier at the train station… I thought you looked really handsome. I must have been too caught up in my own world to notice how handsome you’ve gotten in the past year.” That said he looked at her a little stunned and she quickly added, “not that you weren’t handsome before! It’s just I haven’t seen you in a while, at least not really and I was just surprised and why aren’t you stopping me?” She whined while rambling on and on.

Peter smiled at her again, “I appreciate it. I- I- Can I- Can I… kiss you?”

He said all of a sudden which may seems weird to you but you have to understand that both of them were in the most beautiful setting in the whole universe. The stars being much brighter in Narnia in the sky with the clearest beach in front of them on a little mountain, a slight breeze rushing through their hair. Having just reconnected with your best friend you had liked in a romantic way for forever, you would feel very similar to what they felt, happy.

Y/N just bit her lip, not in an erotic way. It looked more like a smiling donkey, she was just as happy and overwhelmed with feelings as he was and she nod her head up and down while smiling still. He touched her left cheek so softly that he almost didn’t feel it at all, then he leaned into her also smiling and they kissed each other, eyes closed and heads slightly tilted. It was a short but intense kiss for none of them had ever felt so safe in their entire life. Their foreheads rested against each other and with their eyes still closed they both laughed into the night.

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knightofthenewrepublic · 1 year

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englishboylover · 8 months

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peter *flirty* : i love you :)

caspian *flirts back* : what are we, enemies to lovers?

peter *turns to edmund* : lmao, bro thinks he's good enough to be my enemy.

caspian : i hate you.

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: There’s no NSFW because I didn’t feel like writing one xx

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🌿ESFJ 🍁Slytherin 📜Lawful Good 🔮Gemini Sun, Virgo Moon, Leo Rising

SFW🌿

⭑ It was as if Aslan had planned it all along

⭑ Someone to humble the High King; an outsider, an outcast. Someone that would ultimately merge parts of Narnia, and come together without fuss.

⭑ You bickered and snapped at each other from the day you met until your wedding (and it still happens from time to time)

⭑ Edmund loved you - and initially thought you would be the perfect match for him. But you were too alike, and the eldest brother had to marry first.

⭑ But after some time, he realised that Aslan was right. And you were better off as friends (not that he let anyone know his feelings).

⭑ Your wedding was HUGE, much bigger than you could have ever imagined. All of Narnia stopped for a whole day and night to celebrate the union

⭑ You both wore white, but his was a warmer cream and yours, a cooler ivory

⭑ Edmund was his best man and either Lucy or your own sister was your maid of honour.

⭑ Aslan officiated (obviously. And Lucy wanted him to wear a special hat)

⭑ And Susan was the official ‘witness’ (signing of the documents part)

⭑ Peter always sleeps on the right side of the bed

⭑ He’s a morning person. And gets grumpier as the day goes on. But perks up whenever he sees you

⭑ His petnames for you are, ‘Darling, Sweetheart, My Love, My Heart.’

⭑ Your petnames for him are, ‘Honey,’ ‘My Liege’ (said usually with a dramatic curtsy and head bow). But most times you just call him, ‘Peter,’ ‘Blondie’ or ‘Sword Boy.’

⭑ Training with you:

“No, see you’re not holding your sword high enough-” Peter moved to correct your form.

“What? Yes I am?” You rebutted, your eyebrows knitting together.

“Will you just let me help?” He retorted, giving you a stern look.

⭑ The others love it. They always watch on when you’re at it

“Peter should really learn to keep his mouth closed,” Lucy sighed as she and Susan looked on from the window.

⭑ You do feel insecure at times, but Peter is always there, either physically or emotionally hoisting you back on your feet.

“We’re together for a reason. We belong together.”

⭑ Peter can be very romantic

⭑ He never forgets a special occasion/event/milestone.

⭑ You’re usually the one that does

⭑ And he’s more sensitive than you are

⭑ Peter was very very jealous when Caspian came along

“I don’t know what Susan sees in him anyway...”

“Well he is handsome-”

Peter turned to you with raised eyebrows, “Oh is he now?”

⭑ Lucy loves spending time with you. You’re like another sister, and she loves it!

⭑ Susan absolutely adores you, especially now that she can outnumber Peter

⭑ Peter knows your favourite colour, flower, stone, piece of jewelry, day of the week, memory etc.

⭑ He suprises you with how well he’s remembered everything. You on the other hand ... don’t have the greatest memory. But you do try!

⭑ You’re always worried for the other’s safety

⭑ And you actually get into a lot more fights than he does

⭑ Relationship Tropes:

✧ Rivals to Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers/Married

✧ Mature/Responsible x Snarky/Fierce

✧ Sun x Moon

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narniansteel · 13 days

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Susan loved Narnia so much that she chose to forget it, because that hurt less.

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mykinkyyandere · 1 year

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The Hopeless Door

AO3

Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Peter Pevensie X f!Reader

Summary: Peter is being hard on you for your own good. Or is it for his own good?

Warnings: Yandere, dark, kidnapped reader, forced relationship/marriage, manipulation, non-con implies, non-con touching, controlling, yelling, mild brute force, emotional abuse, mature characters, sorry if i missed sth

You squirmed under Peter's grip. Exploring Narnia would have been a wonderful experience. Making new extraordinary friends in this beautiful world and maybe living in there forever. Thanks to your new good friends, you would find a way to survive, after all, there were greater difficulties in your own world. Going to school, having a job, bills and more difficult tasks that the future imposes on you. It would be easier to make a good life for yourself in Narnia. But not like this, not with a young king who was extremelly obsessed with you. The king of Narnia, no, High King of Narnia? Oh, how could you have guessed? How could you have known that he would trick you into kidnapping and forcibly marrying you? He wasn't a cruel person, but his desire to have you was creepy. He manipulated you all the time. He made you believe he was the only person who could protect you. He told you if you don't marry him, marry the king, your life will be very difficult, you will never survive in Narnia. Yes, even if you had very good friends. Silly girl, you couldn't trust them. Even that showed him how naive you were. Then he convinced you when you wanted to go back to your world. As if he would let you go otherwise.

"I used to live there myself once. It was a very frustrating and difficult world, even for me. Poor people who constantly despise you, life constantly wants more from you, losing your home, losing your loved ones... What are you going to do when you get back there? Don't you see how wonderful I can make your life here? I will offer you a rich life, you will always be happy. The things you worry about in the world will never come to your mind again, so much so that you will even forget their existence. Here's an opportunity for you. Escape from that world and live here with me. All you have to do is be mine. I love you."

He liked everyone kneel on his feet, and he wanted you to get down on your knees. To look at him from the floor with your big, sweet eyes... These were new feelings for him. He didn't have time for girls, already had two girls to look after. But you weren't his sibling, you gave him new experiences, new sense of protecting. He didn't even know he could feel that way and he wanted more.

"It hurts!" He grasped your arm so tightly that he wasn't even aware of it. He was angry, everyone you walked past bowed their heads in fear. "I can't believe you were trying to run away from me!" Nevertheless he loosened his grip. He didn't want to hurt you. He was sure that one day you would look for a way back, but still he couldn't help feeling betrayed. Didn't he give you everything you wanted? Hasn't he been very nice to you? Never once did he let someone hurt you.

"I wasn't! I was just..." The guards opened the big doors and waited for Peter, who was pulling you with big steps, to enter your shared bedroom. He kind of pushed you into your shared bed. He used to give you time to get used to marriage and let you sleep in a separate bed, but then he wanted you next to him. He wanted your warmth. He made it clear that he was now your husband and you had to get used to sleeping with him. He promised he wouldn't force you to do anything you didn't want to.

"You just what?" He couldn't believe he just forced you to stay in bed, holding your arm and pushing you. He didn't want to hurt you, he didn't want to use brute force on you, and he never thought of doing it, but he liked the dominance he had over you. It reminded him that he has you. You were his. No matter how much he respected your boundaries and wouldn't touch you unless you wanted him to, you were his. He would have you every day and every night if he wanted to. You couldn't fight him, you didn't have the strength to stop him. It would have been so easy to take off your clothes, pin you to the bed and spread your legs... You were so defenseless against him, completely at his mercy. Sometimes he forgot this fact because of his love for you, but every time you caused trouble, you reminded him. He didn't know if you were overconfident in your strength or if you were underestimating him, but evidences showed both. He wanted you to come to him of your own free will and see that he wasn't a bad person. He didn't want you to fear or hate him, he wanted you to love him. To have you completely, that was his goal. More important than having your body was having your heart, but he was running out of patience.

"I just wanted to see if the door was still there." Your voice trembled, the tears started to fall. He hated seeing you like this. He always hated seeing you cry. From the first moment he talked to you, he didn't or couldn't hide how protective and "listen to me" type of person he was. He was very caring and loving, but when he said no, it was a no. He knew the best of everything and expected you to accept his leadership. There were times when he told you about his family. You felt bad that the responsibility of being a father was placed on his shoulders at a young age. He was taking on a lot of responsibility, but that didn't justify him forcing you to live under his wings.

"Then what? You open it, and there's no Narnia anymore, there's no us anymore!" He shouted and ran his fingers through his hair. He was so afraid of losing you that he thought it was necessary to show his anger. That's why he kept talking until you sobbed.

"Stop!" You tried to get up but he was faster. He got on top of you and held your chin, pinning your wrists above your head. "Where do you think you're going?"

You tried to push him off, but you couldn't. He was so strong or you were so weak, or just both. All you could do was cry trapped under his body. "The door is gone and you already knew that! Then why are you making me suffer so much? Why did you want to make everything a living hell for me when you knew I couldn't leave, that I was trapped here forever?" You controlled your sobs as much as possible and screamed. "You destroyed the door so I couldn't leave!"

"I thought you just went to check if the door was still there. Why are you so upset about me destroying the door? Is it because I've ruined your secret escape plans for good?" Peter was aggressive, he didn't plan this. When you cried, he wanted to hold you in his arms and caress your head and comfort you. Now instead he was on top of you, touching you inappropriately and cornering you by talking mercilessly. He got caught up in the fact that he needed a little brute force to get the things he wanted to happen.

"You are mine. Do you understand? I own you, my love. I am your husband and I am your King. You are in my world and you are mine. I own these people and this crown. I have my siblings and they know I am in charge. Wherever I look, I see things that are mine. And you, when I look at you, I see my most precious treasure that I have. When I look at you, I see a warm bed, a promising heir, a bright future. I see a home. My home."

He turned your chin and kissed you on the neck. "I am truly sorry for making you cry. Sometimes love is hard. Whether you get angry, yell, punish, you do it for the sake of the one you love. Difficult, but necessary."

He kissed your neck one more time and let go of your chin. You were still sobbing. He let go of your wrists as well and held your cheeks. "I love you. I am so much in love with you that you could never imagine. I am so sorry, but everything I did and said was for your good."

He got up off you and gently took you in his arms. You didn't look at him or didn't resist. Oh, you were afraid of him, and that was something he never wanted. It would have taken a very long time to wait for you to come anyway. It made him sad to realise that he had no choice but to force you to be his.

He put you under the covers and kissed you on the forehead. "I know crying always makes you sleepy. Now get some rest, and then I'll take you for a little ride with my horse. You need some fresh air and I also know you like it when I show you around." He smiled and wiped away your tears with his thumb.

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mamalunawolf · 9 months

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Y'all...remember this baby here?

William Moseley aka Peter Pevensie. Aka High king peter the magnificent.

Bruh look at him now!!!

I just can't 🫠💀

So I made a character ai of peter Pevensie so we can have this delicious man. Exact book accurate and movie accurate. You are welcome.

#narnia #peter pevensie #high king peter #william moseley #character ai #peter pevensie x reader

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narnianskys · 1 year

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His soldiers have seen the High King stand atop a hill drenched in blood. Have heard him uttered a battle cry so full of rage their bones rattled. Have felt the edge of his blade on their skin in training.

They fear him.

His siblings have seen the High King chase the littlest of them in a game of tag. Have heard his joy filled laugh from across a room. Have felt his arms around them in a warm embrace.

They love him.

Soldiers have sat around a fire and spoken of him. The ones who have only seen him on the field. The ones who go home and tell their families of the tariffing High King who stands ten feet tall and whose teeth are stained with the blood of his enemies. They have called him “The Magnificent” like he is some lofty god of war and rage. As if calling him his true name is meant for only the most important of people.

His siblings have sat at the dinner table with him. Bickering and poking fun at one another. There, at that table he is simply a tiresome older brother. Someone far too annoying to be anyone but a brother. The titles are stripped from his shoulders like a weight being lifted and he is left as only truest version of himself. Peter Pevensie. Susan, Edmond, and Lucy’s older brother. And that's the only thing he really ever wants to be.

#high king peter #high queen susan #King Edmund #Queen Lucy #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #the pevensies #The Chronicles of Narnia #narnia #narnia headcanons #narnia fanfiction

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thepremedthatwrites · 10 months

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On the House (pt. 3)

Summary: The Pevensies have decided to run a cafe together, a cafe that the reader has come to frequent every Saturday like clockwork. As time goes on, it becomes evident that a certain blond has started to catch feelings for the reader.

requested by @theonottsbxtch

part 1 | part 2

(Y/n) found her job boring. This was alarming because she had never felt this way before. In fact, she loved her job. The publishing industry was one of stiff competition and having a passion for the work was the bare minimum in order to be considered a competitive candidate. She loved being able to witness the process of a book being made, especially the beginning when the authors she worked with pulsated with excitement, knowing their life’s work was finally going to be revealed to the masses.

But she couldn’t focus on her work anymore. Instead, she went through the motions, unable to focus on anything except for the anticipation of the weekend. All her mind was set on was one thing. The Lamppost Cafe. Every Saturday all she could think about was going into the cafe at one o’clock and getting to see Peter again. Some days she even considered going earlier than her regular time but stopped herself, not wanting to see desperate in any way.

Ever since she learned his name, she kept repeating it to herself. She would say it to herself while making her morning coffee, or while she was showering. It was like a mantra for her. She even found herself waking up sometimes with the name still fresh on the tip of her tongue. As if she expected him to be laying on the other side of the bed, responding to her call.

Saturday came at an agonizing pace but soon enough she was grabbing her bag and book before heading for the cafe. After slugging through the week, the walk energized her. She felt the wind blow through her hair as she went, her eyes wide with excitement as the cafe came into view. She didn’t hesitate to walk up to the register where Peter was waiting for her. She wasn’t sure if she imagined it, but it felt as though his smile brightened as she neared him. “The usual?” he asked, already ringing her up.

“How did you know?” (y/n) joked, flashing him a smile. There was a pause as their eyes caught each other. He broke first, looking down at the register to read out the total. (Y/n) blinked a few times, as if it would flush away the pink that had started to grow on her cheeks. She began digging through her bag to find her wallet. “Actually, you know what, it’s on the house.”

“Really?” (y/n) responded. Behind Peter, she could his siblings pausing what they were doing and stealing quick glances at them. “Is there a certain sale today?”

“Oh no, it’s just you always come here. Think of it as us showing you our thanks for your support.” He let out a chuckle before flashing a quick smile. He was now rocking his weight back and forth and his eyes were back on the register.

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you guys!” she responded, a bright smile growing on her face. “Thank you so much!” Peter looked up at her and she could tell his face was a shade redder than it had been when she first entered the cafe.

“It’s my pleasure,” he said. (Y/n) let out a small giggle, remembering the first time he had said the strange phrase when he had brought out her order. “I’ll bring over your order once it’s ready.” She nodded before making her way to her usual table.

As Peter walked towards the back, Susan said in a low voice, “I hope you’re planning on covering the cost for your girlfriend.” He rolled his eyes.

“Yeah whatever. And she’s not my girlfriend.”

“Yet,” Lucy added, chuckling as she started to steep the tea. Peter only scoffed before stealing a glance at (y/n). He hoped his face felt much more warm than it actually looked. If she had noticed his blush, he wouldn’t be able to face her again. How unprofessional it would be for a customer to believe he was flirting with her! Of course, he was only offering free food and drink because she was a regular. It wasn’t anything with romantic undertones. At least that’s what he would say if his siblings questioned him. But deep down, he knew the truth. He knew that he spent a bit longer getting ready on Saturdays and that as the clock neared one o’clock he took his place at the register even though he hated dealing with the confusing machinery that somehow always malfunctioned when he used it.

“Well, are you going to give your girlfriend her order?” Susan asked, already putting the cup and plate into his hands.

“Quit calling her that, will you?”

“Oh, do you prefer future Mrs. Pevensie?”

“Very funny.” Peter rolled his eyes. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to do my job.” He walked away before his sister could add one last remark. As he neared (y/n)’s table, he could feel his face warming once again. “Here’s your order,” he said, placing the stuff down onto the table.

“Oh, thank you,” (y/n) replied, putting down her book.

“Haven’t you already read that one?” Peter felt his face become even warmer as he said that, realizing he had given away the fact that he had been watching her for the past few weeks. She let out a small laugh and it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

“I fear I don’t have many books, so I cycle through them constantly.”

“Well, there’s a bookstore right down the street. Their prices are pretty low and they have a pretty wide variety of books.”

“Oh that’s sound wonderful. I should definitely check them out some time.” There was a pause. The girl looked up at him, the smile she was wearing turning somewhat playful. “This is the part where you suggest taking me to the bookstore.” She wasn’t sure where the confidence had come from but she was glad she said it as a wide smile grew on Peter’s face.

“I’m off tomorrow, does that work?”

“Perfect. We’ll meet here?”

“Is one o’clock good for you?”

“It always is,” she replied, smiling into her cup of tea as she took a long sip, the honey warming her throat on the way down.

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