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the boy on the train [p.p]

word count: 1.4k

pairing: peter pevensie x reader

warnings: TRIGGER: anixety, anxiety attacks. please do not read if you are not comfortable with the following.

disclaimer: this is not in any way 100% accurate to an attack, everyone is different and this is mostly based off of personal experience. please know you’re never alone and you are so loved. <3

a/n: first narnia imagine, please let me know what you think in asks/replies. any feedback is appreciated!

request: maybe, if you're comfortable, Peter from Narnia with an s/o that has really bad social anxiety and/or anxiety in general?

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[ TRIGGER WARNING: ANXIETY ]

the train station was your least favourite place. you were never one for crowds, and especially not one for socialization. you wished dearly you could be like others, speak out and make friends with the children at your stops who rode the train next to you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. 

the overwhelming nature of your anxiety steered you away from any interactions with anyone you weren’t well acquainted with, and there were not many of those people. instead, it became routine to keep your head low, fidgeting quietly with your hands in an attempt to avoid human contact until you arrive at your stop. it wasn’t ideal, and it wasn’t pleasant, but it worked all the same.

it had been a long day at school, with exams just around the corner you decided to stay a bit later to speak one-on-one with your maths teacher. you didn’t exactly excel in the subject, but you definitely could not find it in yourself to ask questions during class. 

the sole thought of speaking out brought a wave of nausea to wash over you, and you swallowed the lump in your throat. you rather opted to wrote down your ‘stupid’ questions, and saved them for the end of the day when all the students had cleared out. 

you hadn’t realized just how long it was going to take however, as it was now nearly time for your regular train home to depart, and the next wouldn’t come for another hour. you briskly thanked your teacher and rushed to your locker, throwing books and pens in your bag hurriedly before zipping it up, slamming the door and practically throwing yourself outside, running as fast as you could to the nearest station, silently praying you wouldn’t miss your one-way home. you quickly descended the stairs, muttering some small “sorry”s and “excuse me!”s. 

you just barely slid through the closing doors, a relieved sigh escaping your lips. your relief only lasted a matter of seconds, however, because your whole ‘scene’ had managed to attract the attention of most of the cart, and you suddenly felt very aware of their eyes on you. you stood frozen, like a deer caught in the headlights, as tears sprung to your eyes and fear suddenly consumed you. you felt like you were drowning. 

you shrunk down, turning your back to the sea of students watching and hopelessly attempting to focus on your breathing, eyes screwed shut. ‘it’s fine. you’re fine.’ you repeated in your head, trying to calm down.

a tap on your shoulder had you tense up, shooting straight up and turning to see a boy standing before you, concern lacing his features. his eyes grew wider as he saw you in your full state, gently taking hold of both your hands, pulling your attention to him. “hey, hey. it’s alright. look at me.” 

instead, your gaze dropped to the ground, thoughts of how embarrassing this was rushing through your head. “look at me.” he repeated, firmly. you did as you were told, tears now freely running down your cheeks and your body shaking visibly. 

his gaze was soft, calming; but it was intently on you, and you only. “breathe with me.” he coached, and you tried your best to follow his movements. it took a few minutes, him soothingly coaching you through your pain and slowly, but surely, you felt your breath evening out and bit your lip, trying to halt your crying. 

he reached into his jacket, pulling out a handkerchief and offering to you, which you gladly accepted, wiping your tears. the two of you stood in silence for a few moments as you cleaned yourself up, him waiting patiently for you to collect yourself.

you finally sniffled, looking up properly at your hero. he wasn’t super tall, but was taller than you with beautiful golden hair, and soft blue eyes. his eyebrows were furrowed into an expression of concern, and his lips were pursed. 

he looked about your age, you decided, and you swallowed hard. this man was absolutely gorgeous, and he was kind; he took time out of his day to help you through an attack. you were speechless in every way.

you stared for a moment, realizing your actions and moving your gaze to the floor, a sudden heat rising to your cheeks. “are you alright?” he spoke softly, and looking up at his dazzling blue orbs, you shot him a very forced smile. 

“yeah?” you tried to answer, but it came out as more of a question, and the crack in your voice said it all. his frown deepened, and instead of looking at him, your eyes danced around at all the unwanted eyes watching you, and you shrunk more into yourself. 

the boy seemed to take notice of this, and his gaze followed yours, seeing all eyes on you. he clenched his hands into fists, surprising you. “oi, mind your business would ya?” he yelled, and in turn some murmurs were heard, before quickly, the regular sound of chatter seemed to bounce through the train and all attention from you was gone. well, almost all attention. the boy in front of you still watched you as though you were made of porcelain and could break at any given moment. 

you finally felt the constricting feeling in your lungs lessen, and you looked up to your savior, his gaze intently focused on you. “thank you.” you managed, your voice quiet in contrast to the loud chatter around you, but it made the boy smile. god, his smile was even more beautiful than you would’ve thought. 

“don’t thank me, i was only doing what was right. i’m peter, by the way.” he stuck out his hand politely, and hesitating, you reached out for it, shaking it. 

“y/n.” maybe it was the way you were entranced by his appearance, or maybe it was the way he helped you, no questions asked, when he hadn’t even known your name. you couldn’t explain it, but this boy made you feel warm, almost safe. 

you weren’t used to talking to anyone, let alone a complete stranger on the train, but there was something about him that made you want to open up to him, to get to know him. 

“so, are you alright, really?” he asked, after a moment’s silence. you thought about it, and you suddenly realized since he’d found you, you hadn’t done any of the regular ticks to distract your mind of your anxiety; hair pulling, hand fidgeting, nothing. your features lit up into a proud smile, and you beamed up at peter. 

“yes, actually. i think i am.” he looked a little bit confused, but smiled nonetheless, proud that he was able to comfort you. 

you two chatted on for a little bit longer, before he looked behind him and saw three people looking expectantly at him, standing by the doors. the train slowed to a stop, and he sighed. 

“this is my stop, i’m afraid.” you frowned at this; you didn’t want your time to end. he smiled reassuringly, “i’ll see you tomorrow, i hope?” he asked hopefully, but you heard a slight nerve to his voice, and you saw the three behind him burst into a fit of giggles. 

his face reddened, and you mimicked his reassuring expression. “i’d love that.” you muttered, and with that, he waved. slipping off the train, who you would later find out to be his siblings, followed him in tow. 

the loss of his presence brought back a sudden overwhelming feeling, but you closed your eyes, picturing peter and repeating his comforting words in your head, and you felt the tension in your muscles relax. 

you were the next stop, you could make it. you found yourself lost in thought, and before you knew it, you were stepping off the station, head facing the ground, and making your way back to your house. 

the next day, you faced the same anxious feeling suffocating you as you sat with your head leaning against the window, your bag tucked neatly under your seat. it was only when the doors to the next station opened, that your gaze turned, your eyes meeting with his beautifully blue ones. smiles illuminated both your faces, and your worry was suddenly forgotten. 

and just like that, you found yourself sitting with the boy every day and night on the train, and very quickly you learned, you didn’t actually hate taking the train nearly as much as you once thought.

i’ll show you love [p.p]

word count: 1.5k

pairing: peter pevensie x reader

warnings: insecurities, self-hate

a/n: you are all beautiful, just as you are. seeing all these type of requests hurt my heart, and know if you ever need to speak with someone you are free to message me whenever <3

request:  sorry if I'm bothering you, but I was wondering if I could get Peter with a crush or significant other that thinks their disgusting and ugly for having stretch marks and blemishes? and then proceeds to ignore/avoid Peter because they think they aren't pretty enough? not smut, but angst and fluff maybe? 💛💝 love you! - fellow Hufflepuff ☺️

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living in narnia was supposed to be out of a fairytale. an escape from the war, somewhere you could feel safe and away from the troubles of your true home. for some, like the pevensies, this was how it was. they were announced as kings and queens of narnia, and each took the responsibilities with great care and precision. even little lucy knew how to properly handle her throne, after a little bit of time.

you had come with the pevensies to narnia, though you weren’t sure if it was meant to be intentional or not. you just so happened to be staying with the professor as well, as your aunt, mrs. macready, was his housekeeper. you’d been invited to play cricket with the four, and happily agreed, since you’d been the only child in the old mansion for too long. 

all was going well, you all got to know each other a bit better (well, save for edmund who was pouting most of the time), until edmund hit a ball through one of professor kirke’s windows. 

you all quickly ran through the house, gauging the damage when you heard footsteps approaching the five of you. you were trying to find somewhere to hide when edmund led you all to a room you’d never been in before, with a massive wardrobe in the middle. 

“you’ve got to be kidding me.” peter muttered, but you all snapped your heads around to the footsteps seemingly just outside the door. 

“come on!” edmund ushered, lucy following directly behind him and the three eldest, consisting of you, susan and peter followed behind hesitantly. 

the next thing you knew, you were in narnia. of course, you didn't know it then, but you wouldn’t be returning home for many, many years. after the war against the white witch, the five of you were given the titles. the four pevensie siblings were crowned kings and queens, while you were titled the head knight, for your valiant efforts in the war. 

you were slightly upset at first when you learned you did not have the titles the others did, but as the years passed and you watched them struggle with the most boring meetings with other lands and endless amounts of negotiating treaties, you really could not find it in yourself to be jealous of their responsibilities. you had your own and you were satisfied with your little efforts to accomplish them. 

sometimes however, you felt as though you didn’t belong in narnia. sure, your job was important, but it was nothing edmund himself couldn’t handle. he had been named the best swordsmen in narnian history, and you figured they really could have done everything without you. 

today in particular was one of those days where you felt nothing but sadness and insecurity; you knew you weren’t meant to be here. though you wouldn’t admit it, there was a specific reason today of all days was bad for you.

the princess of calormen was visiting to sort out trades with the kings, and you were in charge of ensuring her safety. you had only just been dismissed as she entered her meetings, and you assigned other guards to the room, stating you had important matters to deal with. 

no one dared question you, and so you proceeded to your room, to be left alone. the princess was absolutely beautiful, there was no doubt in your mind. 

as you’d been watching her throughout her stay, you realized how her gaze always seemed to linger on peter a bit more than others. how she’d bat her eyelashes at him and blush when he kissed the knuckles of her hand, even though edmund did the same and hadn’t had the same effect.

she fancied peter. why wouldn’t she though? he was amazing. he had a title, and so did she. he was beautiful, as was she. and as much as you wanted to dislike her, she was one of the kindest maidens you’d met over your years, and peter was one of the nicest kings narnia had ever seen. they were perfect for each other, you decided. 

you and peter had had your moments from time to time; small things that others would have deemed a mutual crush. you had never truly acted on those feelings, however, as you didn’t feel you deserved him. 

he was high king, you were only a knight. you weren’t the fairest in the land, hell, you probably looked like scum next to susan and lucy. 

your mind drifted to the nights where you and peter would train, under the beautiful narnian sky, just the two of you and the sounds of your swords clashing. those were the times you treasured, but now, seeing as he was probably going to court the princess, you decided it was best for both of you to give each other some space. 

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it had been three days since peter last saw you. he was now bidding farewell to the princess of calormen, who they had finally come to an agreement with. it took many meetings and much convincing, but it was finally decided and now she was returning home. 

he thought you were assigned to the princess, but he had been around her for long periods of time during her stay and you had suddenly been replaced with various guards. he was worried, and found his gaze dancing over the goodbye party meant for the princess, rather than focusing on the royal in front of him. 

“they care about you, you know.” she spoke, bringing peter’s attention back to the princess. 

“pardon me, my lady?” the princess smiled sadly.

“your head knight. i’ve seen the way they look at you, they care about you very much.” she repeated, a knowing smile on her face. “don’t let titles take away what you two have. you’re the high king, you decide what is right and what is not.” 

before peter could reply, she curtsied, moving onto bid his younger brother farewell. peter processes her words, straightening his back. he would find you after the party, he was determined. 

after what felt like many hours later, peter escaped the crowd, searching the ground for you. 

he checked your chambers, the kitchens, the stables, and there was only one last place he thought he’d find you; the training area. he was all but running to the grounds, and upon spotting you swinging at a dummy, he called your name. “y/n!” you turned, obviously surprised, before you quickly began to pack away your things. 

“sorry, your majesty. i’ll be leaving now.” you muttered, just as he was close enough to catch what you were saying. 

“what? what’s with the sudden use of titles? y/n, you’ve been avoiding me all week. did i do something?” he asked, worry evident in his eyes- one that you refused to see as so. you took it as pity, and began walking away, before he firmly grasped onto your wrist, refusing to let you leave.

“talk to me.” he whispered, and you sighed. 

“you should get back to the princess.” you muttered, disappointedly. 

“she returned to her land.. y/n, were you jealous?” realization suddenly dawned on peter, and his eyes blew wide when you didn’t answer, only tugging at your wrist in a feeble attempt to escape him. “y/n, she was only here for business purposes-” he started, but you cut him off angrily. 

“peter, she’s beautiful! she has a title, a land of her own- she can benefit you in marriage. she’s everything i’m not! you should court her.” you spat, and peter looked taken aback. he truly had no idea you felt this way, and a sudden guilt flooded him.

“do you.. do you think i haven’t courted you because of your title?” he sounded hurt, though you could hardly register it with the tears suddenly pouring down your cheeks. 

“that, and look at me peter! i’m not beautiful like her! i don’t have a perfect body, just look at me! i’m hideous, you don’t have to pretend otherwise.” peter wanted to cry right there and then. 

swiftly, he moved towards you, and without any warning, dipped his head down, taking your lips into a kiss filled with so much passion, your knees almost gave out. luckily, peter wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you firmly in place. he only pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours. 

“you are more than beautiful y/n. and i’m not going to stop loving you until you realize this for yourself. there is no such thing as perfect, everyone has flaws and things they dislike about themselves. i’m going to show you what love is, if you’ll let me.” he whispered, and you were sobbing now.

you launched yourself into him, crying into his shoulder and letting him hold you. “will you let me, y/n?” he whispered in your ear, you nodding into the fabric of his tunic. 

“yes, peter. i’m yours.” 

“good, because i’m ready to love every single part of you.”

hiding [p.p]

word count: 2.1k

pairing: peter pevensie x reader

warnings: a slightly cheeky edmund at the end

a/n: sorry this took so long to write, it’s been a hectic week. also, please don’t ever feel bad about GIVING me a prompt. i would prefer if you did!! i enjoyed writing this :)

request: Hi I saw your post about requests, lately I’ve been going back into a Narnia phase myself. And so I would love a Narnia x Reader. Preferably Peter X Reader (Romance/fluff whatever you like) but if you don’t like that, it’s okay to make a Narnia X Reader. Maybe the reader can be Caspian’s Sister? Maybe Peter and the reader have been sneaking around togheter trying to keep it a secret from Caspian ‘cause they find it thrilling? If you want to make up your own story line that would be fine, Thanks

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being unexpectedly woken up in the middle of the night only to find out your uncle was plotting to kill you and your brother was not how you’d expect your life to turn out. you thought your brother was going to run a happy kingdom, have a regular coronation at the age of 18 and live the life he’s always dreamed of. of course, things never quite go to plan, now did they? 

that night seemed so long ago, and so much has happened since. caspian used queen susan’s horn while we were being attacked by narnians, and the next thing we knew, the kings and queens of old were stood before us, ready to help us lead this army and defeat our uncle. 

aslan, how your life has changed in the matter of a few weeks. you felt a war coming, and with each passing day, fear seemed to build up within the how. that, and something else. hope. a power so great, you never could’ve imagined the strength it gave soldiers until you witnessed it first hand. and that source of hope was heading your way at this very moment. 

he smiled gently, carefully looking around to ensure there were no lingering eyes, especially those of your brother. peter’s eyes sparkled as they met yours, so many mixed emotions dancing around his ocean blue orbs. 

“hello there, your majesty.” you said politely, a teasing tone evident in your voice. he scoffed, rolling his eyes; a smile growing on his lips despite it all. 

“hello, y/n. fancy seeing you here.” he flirted, and it was your turn to roll your eyes. 

you brushed off the butterflies in your stomach as you casually asked, “care for a walk?” he nodded, and the two of you made your way to the camp borders; to a secret clearing just inside the tree line where the two of you could get some privacy.

“i’ve missed you today.” peter said, laying down on the grass, his eyes never leaving your sitting figure. 

“i saw you this morning?” you laughed, quirking a brow. 

peter shrugged, “yes, but caspian was there, so i couldn’t properly say good morning.” he pouted, and you shake your head, quickly rolling over and kissing him flat on the lips, taking him aback. before he could kiss back, you pulled away cheekily. 

“good morning, my king.” you smiled innocently, before he quickly tackled you and littered your face with kisses. it was times like this, you felt at peace. as though you weren’t on the verge of a war that could break out at any given moment. 

you were simply a girl, spending time with a not-so-simple boy, who cared deeply for you.

you wished you could act like this around the camp; spend time with the person you loved while you still had time. 

you both knew peter would eventually return to his world, though neither of you tried to focus on that fact. you were living here, in the moment with each other. you treasured your time together, and especially moments like these. 

it would not be an issue to associate around the camp, had it not been for your protective older brother. he barely let you leave the castle back when you weren’t being hunted, and now with the constant worry of attacks, he’d grown extra protective of you; not that you needed it. you’d been trained with a sword and in archery, and you could handle yourself. 

you only feared what caspian would do to peter if he found out. the two already weren’t on the best of terms after everything that had happened during the raid on the telmarine castle, pitting the blames on each other and practically forming a war between the two royals. it was unnecessary and frankly, you found it quite childish. 

you never spoke out about it though; you cared about both of them, and decided to stay quiet during the whole ordeal. though they finally managed to sort their differences (with a bit of help from you), they were constantly on thin ice with each other, and you didn’t feel the need to test the waters on the situation if you didn’t have to. 

besides, you and peter made it a bit of a game, teasing each other frequently and trying not to get caught. it was thrilling.

as the two of you switched to a more comfortable position with you sitting sideways on peter’s lap with your head on his shoulder, you were completely oblivious to the pair of eyes watching you intently. 

caspian watched as his little sister talked freely with the high king, him gently twirling a lock of her hair between his fingers as she played with the fabric of his tunic. he had never seen her so at peace and genuinely happy since their father died. 

a pang of sadness washed over him as he turned away from the obvious couple. why hadn’t she told him? they were siblings after all, he should know these things. he decided to leave the two alone for now, and figured he would confront her later.

the two didn’t return to the camp for a long while, until they decided it might be suspicious for the high king and the princess to disappear for so long. you shared one last passionate kiss before breaking off, you sliding into your shared tent of you, susan and lucy and peter heading off elsewhere; probably to the stone table. 

you lay in your tent for a few minutes before deciding to train a bit more. you grabbed your bow and quiver, finding it much too risky to put your energy into sword-fighting when you could very well need it in a matter of hours. 

you headed over to the archery targets where susan was practicing, asking for permission to join and the two of you chatted, both hitting target after target flawlessly. 

“y/n! there you are.” you heard the voice of your brother, and you turned with a smile, only to see an uneasy expression on his face, which he so desperately tried to hide. you knew him however, and this was all some facade; something was wrong. 

“is everything alright?” you immediately responded, susan looking slightly confused before shrugging and leaving the two of you alone, clearly sensing the two of you needed to speak privately. 

“i thought it was.” caspian stated, emotionlessly. you blinked, tilting your head. 

“okay? is it not? you’re not exactly making sense.” you chuckled nervously, and caspian sighed.

he turned his head, his vision set somewhere in particular. you confusedly followed his gaze, all colour in your face seemingly draining as you saw what, or who exactly, he was looking at. peter. 

caspian turned back to you, quirking a brow. “care to explain?” he asked, and you allowed your gaze drop to the floor. you stayed silent, slightly nervous for his response. he didn’t seem furious, which you supposed was already a step up from what you’d expected, but you most definitely weren’t prepared for what he said next. 

“why didn’t you tell me?” his words were no more than a whisper, sounding incredibly hurt. the tone in his voice caused you to take a step back, lifting your eyes to look at his matching dark ones, only to see in fact, nothing but sadness and regret. 

guilt swarmed your being, and you hang your head once again, now in shame. “cas, i-” 

“did i do something wrong, y/n? i’m your brother. we’re not supposed to have secrets- especially not like this!” he wasn’t shouting, but he wasn’t exactly being quiet either. 

you’d caught the attention of susan and edmund, who both tried to usher away the small group of narnians who began watching your conversation. you made a mental note to thank them later.

“caspian, it’s not like that.” you stated, though you knew it was. there was no other excuse you could come up with. he gave you a look, and you sighed in defeat. “i- i don’t know! you and peter don’t exactly have the best history, caspian! i didn’t want to start another conflict between the two of you- i thought if you found out he was seeing your little sister, you might lash out!” you were distressed, and caspian sighed, opening his arms out for a hug, which you gratefully fell into. 

you didn’t realize you were crying until you saw the stains marked on your brother’s tunic. “i really like him caspian.” you muttered, and he smiled, despite you not being able to see. 

“i know.” he replied, brushing down your hair soothingly. 

finally, you pulled apart, and you looked up at caspian. “no.. i really, really like him. i think i might love him.” you said, and caspian’s eyes blew wide at your confession. 

“you haven’t even known him a month!” he exclaimed; it wasn’t judging, just pure confusion. 

“i know, i know. there’s just something about him, cas. he’s not like any other princes i’ve courted, i’ve never felt what i feel for him with anyone else.” you admitted, and you felt a weight lifted off your shoulders. it felt good to finally talk to your brother about your feelings. 

his eyes drifted behind you, and he gave you an awkward smile, before patting your shoulder and walking off. you were confused, until you heard someone clear their throat.

you tensed, knowing exactly who it was without having to turn around. “how much of that did you hear?” you cut to the chase, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. 

“all of it?” he answered slightly guiltily, but there was no regret in his voice. “y/n, look at me.” he whispered, and you realized he was much closer than you thought he was. 

you did, slowly, and titled your head up to meet his intense gaze. “why didn’t you tell me?” you chuckled at peter’s choice of words. 

“you know, my brother asked me the same question not ten minutes ago.” you joked, and peter had a small smile on his face, shaking his head. 

he turned serious after your giggles died down, and you sighed. “how was i supposed to tell you? caspian’s right, we’ve only known each other for a number of weeks. yes, they’ve been the best weeks of my life, and i couldn’t see myself with anyone else, but i didn’t want to scare you away with the whole ‘i love you’ thing.” you rambled, and only stopped when peter gently put a finger to your lips, effectively silencing you. 

“i love you too.” he said simply, and you felt the air leaving your lungs. 

“p-pardon?” you sputtered, and peter laughed, leaning in and taking your lips in a passionate kiss. you two stayed in that position, until the lack of oxygen overpowered you both, and you leaned your foreheads against each other. 

“should we tell your siblings too, then?” you asked, and peter shrugged, taking your hand into his and walking towards his siblings, who were now in a conversation with caspian.

“hey guys, we have something to tell you.” you started, brushing a nervous strand of hair behind your ear. the pevensies and caspian turned to you, looking at you with furrowed brows. 

“we’re courting.” peter announced, raising your interlocked hands. the three blinked, almost in denial. they all gave each other disbelieving looks, then burst out laughing. 

“what?” you asked, shyly. 

“it’s just- we’ve known for awhile.” susan managed, between laughs. 

“you guys are absolutely awful at hiding it.” lucy chirped, and you and peter blushed. 

“honestly, caspian. i don’t know how you didn’t see it before. they’re practically undressing each other with their eyes every time they’re around each other.” edmund quipped, earning a collective gasp from the group.

“edmund, i’m going to kill you!” you frowned. ed smirked, sending a wink your way before running, with both peter and caspian chasing him, ready to take his head off. you were blushing bright red, and susan and lucy laughed. 

“we are happy for you, y/n.” lucy assured, and you smiled in gratitude.

“truly, i haven’t seen peter this happy since we were children.” susan told you, and your heart fluttered. your eyes followed the retreating figures of peter and caspian, the two most important boys in your life, and you couldn’t help but wear the brightest smile while you spoke. 

“i don’t think i even truly knew happiness before i met him.”

life was not perfect, nor was it ever simple. no matter what happened, whatever life threw at you, you would be ready to face it, with peter by your side.

holidays [p.p]

word count: 1.8k

pairing: peter pevensie x fem!reader, edmund pevensie x reader (platonic)

warnings: edmund being a little shit

a/n: trying a bit of a different writing style, just spaced out chat for clearer reading (thank you for the feedback @diqiisrelevant) // also i’m so sorry this took so long to put out i suck

request: Could you please do one with Peter Pevensie? Where the reader is friends with Edmund and Peter is back from college and he falls for her and she is clumsy and make him laugh? It's modern hahahha Thank you! Love your work @bitch-choripan

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you loved the holidays, it has been your favourite time of year for as long as you can remember. college was much more draining than you anticipated, and it was really beginning to weigh you down. the only thing that had been keeping you going was the excitement of returning to your family and relaxing for the next few weeks. 

nothing was ever that simple, though. your flight home had been cancelled due to weather. thankfully, you were still with edmund, your best friend, when you got the notification. he insisted you stay with him and his family, and you after much argument, you gave in.

you were nervous walking up the steps to the pevensie household, edmund had told you his two sisters and parents were already expecting them, and that his brother should be home later. 

you followed edmund through the front door, hearing a mass of footsteps rush towards you. you saw a younger girl come embrace edmund, and he returned it, greeting his family all with hugs and smiles. you felt as though you were intruding, and nervously shifted from foot to foot. 

you seemed to catch the attention of the youngest girl, whom you recalled was named lucy, and she made her way over to you, catching you off guard when she threw her arms around you and embraced you tightly.

“you must be y/n! edmund has told us so much about you!” she exclaimed, and you smiled.

“has he now?” you teased, and edmund rolled his eyes, knowing he’d never live down his sister’s words.

“thanks lu.” he grumbled, and a laugh erupted throughout the group, making you feel more at home than you could’ve thought possible.

you spent the afternoon getting to know the pevensies, and you realized why edmund spoke so highly of them all. they were all so sweet and welcoming, though you did wonder how it would be to meet edmund’s brother. 

ed tried to avoid the topic of him generally, saying briefly that him and his brother had a much more complex and competitive relationship. from the way the other pevensies had casually thrown warnings around at the mention of the eldest child, you assumed he must not have been the most well-behaved of the family.

you were joyfully sipping on a cup of hot chocolate chatting with lucy and susan when the door swung open, making you jump a little at the unexpected noise. your heads snapped to the entrance area, susan shaking her head and lucy jumping up to greet who you assumed to be peter.

“honestly, he hasn’t even been here five minutes and he’s already being incredibly loud!” susan huffed, causing you to giggle.

“he’s that bad, huh?” you asked, and susan opened her mouth to reply when you were interrupted by lucy re-entering the room, a tall blonde boy following her. susan stood to greet him, scolding him for his obnoxious actions all the while. 

you took the time to study his features. he was broad, muscular. he had a defined jawline and beautiful blue eyes. his hair was a beautiful golden colour and looked fluffy, and you had a strange urge to run your fingers through it. 

you snapped out of your daze when he turned to you, and you felt a small blush rise to your cheeks as he looked you up and down not-so-subtly.

“and who might you be?” he asked, his voice slightly teasing. you opened your mouth to reply when edmund came into the room and interrupted.

“this is y/n. stay away from her.” he said simply, taking your wrist and pulling you out of the room. you blinked in surprise, but didn’t argue. you simply let him guide you away from the beautiful man in the main area. 

he turned to you, seeing the dazed look in your eye and frowning. “no. absolutely not.” you furrowed your brow, and he sighed. “you have that look in your eyes. you cannot fancy my brother! that’s just weird!” he whined, and you laughed, shaking your head.

“cmon ed. sure, he’s attractive. you know me too well, i can’t lie. but he is your brother, and i won’t do that to you.” you told him genuinely, and he smiled, pulling you into a hug. “but if you were jealous, you could’ve just said so.” you teased, and edmund huffed.

“please. you know who i fancy, and it’s definitely not you.” he shot, and you threw a hand over your heart, feigning hurt and shock.

“edmund pevensie, you’ve wounded me. how shall i ever heal from this?” you mocked, and the two of you burst into a fit of giggles. you were so lost in your own world you didn’t notice the pair of blue eyes trained on your figure.

“you know, if you stare any longer it will start to get weird.” lucy came up behind him, startling peter. he opened his mouth to defend himself, but closed it again and shook his head, walking into the kitchen to help prepare dinner without another word. lucy shrugged to herself, not bothering to further question her eldest brother.

you sat next to edmund at the dinner table, playfully bantering back and forth. you two were basically off in your own little world, though you did chat with his parents and sisters here and there when asked a question or when the conversation drifted to something of interest to you. 

you had hardly spoken a word to peter, however, as he was being quite quiet - something you definitely weren’t expecting from edmund’s stories.

the night progressed quickly after that, and everyone gathered for a movie in the main area after all was settled. you were in charge of getting drinks, while edmund was getting snacks. you were carefully bringing each drink to the designated person, knowing how likely you were to trip. 

after a few successful attempts of bringing drinks, you gained confidence, and were striding over to peter, who was completely distracted, lost in a conversation with lucy. his side profile was beautiful, you thought. 

in processing said thought, you missed the sight of the carpet slightly rolled and caught your foot, sending you tumbling to the ground and the fizzy drink to spill all over you.

the pevensies were shocked by the sudden motion, but lucy quickly jumped up, checking to see if you were okay. edmund came running in the door upon hearing the small bang, and looked down, only to see you lying on the floor and being helped up by his younger sister. 

he burst into laughter, your face reddening even more in embarrassment. you glanced to the other pevensies, to see them all trying to hold down their laughter. especially the boy who made you trip in the first place. you sighed, exasperated.

“gosh, ed. if you’d told me your family were all just like you, i never would have agreed to come.” you mumbled, and at that comment, none of the pevensies could contain their laughter any longer. 

you rolled your eyes jokingly, but smiled all the same as the sound of edmund’s whining filled your ears. your eyes met peters, and despite the amusing expression on his face, he gave you a genuine smile.

you weren’t sure how he knew, but you heard edmund huff - only loud enough for you to hear, you were sure - before he began to shake his head, grumbling. 

“peter, would you mind showing her my room so she can change while i finish getting the snacks?” edmund asked, and you blinked in surprise. surely, he wasn’t doing what you knew he was? after a small questioning glance his way, he sent you a knowing look, before disappearing off into the kitchen.

peter stood, motioning for you to follow him. you did so, and only when you reached edmund’s room did you notice how awkward the silence lingering between the two of you had been. “thanks.” you said, and he nodded, turning to leave you. 

your heart dropped a bit, and you figured you might as well speak now rather than never. “you know..” you started, catching his attention. “from the way edmund speaks of you, i thought you’d be much more fun.” you pouted playfully, and you watched as peter’s entire demeanor changed.

“oh really? i didn’t expect my brother to speak so highly of me.” he fired back, and you smirked, leaning against the frame of edmund’s door.

“on occasion he does. though, now that you mention it, it is quite a rare occurrence.” you were having fun with this now, and peter seemed to think before slightly retreating backwards, his smirk falling to a frown.

“i hope he isn’t talking me up too much to his girlfriend.” he practically spat the last word, causing you to blink in thought. girlfriend? you took a minute to process, and suddenly everything made sense.

“-wait, do you think edmund and i are dating?!” your face morphed into one of mock disgust, and he frowned.

“you’re not?” his ears began to turn to a light pink shade, his confusion and embarrassment clear as day.

“no - he’s my best friend. i would trust him with my life if it came down to it, but i don't think i could ever see him as anything more than that.” you told him truthfully, and peter seemed to contemplate this for a moment.

“well, that’s good to know i suppose. makes me feel better.” he responded thoughtfully, and you quirked a brow.

“why’s that make you feel better exactly?” you quipped, and he smirked.

“i would’ve felt terrible fancying my brother’s girlfriend.” he winked, and without another word, turned and left you standing in edmund’s doorway, your thoughts running wild. you were sure by now you were blushing madly, and heard footsteps thundering up the steps shortly after.

“y/n, what the hell is taking you so long?” edmund huffed, and upon seeing your red cheeks and distant expression, he gave you a look. “hurry up, my brother isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. i’m sure you’ll get in his pants before you know it.” your jaw dropped open, and you reached inside his room, grabbing the nearest object - which happened to be a book - and throwing it at his head.

“it is a miracle i haven’t killed you yet, edmund pevensie.” you stated, going to close his bedroom door to finally change your drink-stained shirt.

“yes, yes. you love me. now hurry up, you’re taking forever.” you stuck your tongue out at him, and shut the door fully, a smile present on your face as you changed your clothes.

this wasn’t exactly the holiday season you were expecting, but you were suddenly very happy with how things turned out, and you were excited to see what would come next of your stay at the pevensie household. you did know one thing for sure - this was going to be a break you would remember forever, and you couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow would have in store.

ahhh I saw the prompt lost thing and had to send something in since I am so in love with your writing😻could you please do a Peter Pevensie one with numbers 14, 46, and 99 where they are hosting a ball and the reader is hurt because she sees Peter with a girl but Peter really loves her? and it’s just cute and he kind of kisses her and she is in shock before he confesses his feelings. thank you so much!

prompts: 14, 46, 99

14. “you look amazing tonight.”

46. “dance with me.”

99. “i fell in love with you, not them.”

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you leaned against the wall, desperately trying to distract yourself from him. he was having the time of his life, dancing with a girl who wasn’t you - you couldn’t blame him, of course. she was absolutely beautiful, you could barely tear your eyes away from her yourself.

you were snapped out of your stupor by someone clearing their throat, and you turned to see his little brother, who also happened to be one of your best friends. “good evening, edmund.” you smiled politely, though he made no sign of returning the gesture. you frowned, quirking a brow at his stoic expression.

“you didn’t tell him.” he said simply, and you sighed. edmund had been trying to get you to confess your feelings for peter for as long as you can remember, though his attempts remained unsuccessful, as you knew he didn’t feel that way about you. if anything, tonight only proved that.

“how can i? i don’t want to ruin our friendship, ed. you know this.” you glanced longily at his figure, as he spun the unname beauty around the room. you tore your gaze from the pair, feeling a pang in your stomach at the thought of him with another.

“i’ve told you, y/n. he feels the same. i know he does.” he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. you only shake your head in denial. “you shouldn’t waste the night just standing here. you’re hurting yourself.” edmund decided to give up, changing the subject. you merely shrugged, yawning.

“you’re right. maybe i’ll just go back to my chambers.” you frowned, and before edmund could object, you began to exit the room. edmund watched as you retreated in a panic, before an idea struck him. he quickly made his way over to peter and the maiden he was dancing with, smiling politely.

“may i cut in?” he asked, and peter nearly sighed in relief out loud. the maiden seemed unphased, he was sure she was only after their titles anyways. edmund made eye contact with his brother, gesturing to the door where your figure was just stepping through the doors. his brother smiled in thanks as edmund gently began to lead the woman around in a classic dance.

peter weaved through the dancing couples, dodging everyone and quickly slipping out of the doors, all but running after you. “y/n! wait!” he called, upon seeing your figure about to turn a corner. you paused, turning to see him running directly for you. you frowned, seeing the girl he was dancing with was nowhere in sight.

“peter?” you asked, confused. it was not like peter to leave a ball hosted by his own family, he was quite strict with formalities and running out of the doors without a moment's hesitation was definitely not exactly classy. “what are you doing?”

he finally reached you, taking a moment to catch his breath. you giggled a bit under your breath at his disheveled state, but stopped yourself when he went to speak. “i just-” peter began, but his eyes caught sight of you, and he faltered. “wow.” he whispered, and you looked at him in confusion.

“is everything alright, peter?” you asked, confused by his sudden change in mood. peter was acting very strange, and something in you told you edmund had put him up to this. “if edmund said something to you-”

“no!” peter exclaimed, causing you to blink a bit in shock at his outburst. “it’s just..” his tone was much softer now, “you look amazing tonight.” you blushed immediately at his words, your body stiffening at the compliment.

“i- uh- thank you?” it came out as more of a question than you intended. peter must’ve been playing a game with you- he was just dancing with another. surely he knew how you felt about him, maybe he was just having fun.

peter seemed to snap out of his stupor, and held a hand out to you. “y/n, i don’t know why you left, but you should come back. dance with me.” he stated confidently, smiling in reassurance. you stepped back, shaking your head. peter frowned, “why not? what’s going on, you love balls?” he sounded genuinely worried, but that could’ve been your imagination.

“why don’t you just go back to dancing with your maiden, peter.” you grumbled, and you hadn’t realized what you said until peter’s face dawned in realization. you blushed, and tried to turn and leave again, though he reached out and held your wrist firmly.

“y/n.. were you jealous?” you stayed silent, not facing him. in a swift movement, peter gently pulled your wrist, tugging you back to face him. he cupped your cheek almost instantly, and slowly, began to lower his lips towards yours. he paused, searching your face for any sign of denial, and when he found none, he gently pressed his lips against yours, you reciprocating immediately. you two stood like that until the need for air was too much, and you pulled away, resting your foreheads against each other’s.

“i only danced with her because she asked me before i could find you.” peter whispered, gently pushing a hair out of your face and tucking it softly behind your ear. “i fell in love with you, not them.” he smiled at you in reassurance, and you smiled brightly back. “now, why don’t we get back to the ball, so i can show off my beautiful girlfriend?” he smirked, and you quirked a brow.

“girlfriend, huh?” you teased, causing him to falter. you pretended to ponder it for a moment, before smirking at him. “i like the sound of that.” you winked, and began skipping towards the ballroom, peter in tow. 

you definitely owe ed a huge favor after this one.

71 with Peter? the reader gets really drunk and all affectionate? or not if you have a better idea... whatever you think would be good!

prompt: 71. “you’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”

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living in a castle and ruling a kingdom had its downsides; sure, it was stressful and you constantly had work that had to be tended to, though it certainly did have its perks as well. one of those perks were the formal balls susan loved to hold at any given chance.

that’s where you found yourself currently, a glass in your hand as you vividly chatted with lucy about the beautiful gowns everyone was wearing and how lovely susan had planned the night. if you were being completely honest, you didn’t exactly know why you were having a ball - you were just told you had to attend, and that meant in turn, you could drink.

it wasn’t that you necessarily enjoyed drinking, though the responsibilities of being the future high queen did become quite a lot sometimes, and it was a nice way to relax with your friends. besides, no one here was going to stop you, and you figured if you had the chance, why not?

as you sipped on your fourth - or was it your fifth? - glass of wine, you began to feel light, and as your conversation with lucy died down, you swiftly grabbed her hands. “dance with me!” you smiled brightly, and lucy giggled at your state, but didn’t disagree. she didn’t need drinks to let loose like you did, and the two of you spun around and danced together; anything but gracefully.

you weren’t sure how long the two of you had been swaying together when a warm voice cut through the music. “may i steal my fiancee from you, lu?” he spoke airily, an amused smile on his face as he saw you pouting, but his sister only giggled and handed you off, taking a moment to whisper something in his ear, causing a chuckle to escape his lips.

this only made you pout more, and you went to step closer to him, stumbling and leaning against his firm chest. “whaaaat?” you slurred, and peter only smiled at you, adoration in his eyes.

“oh nothing. you’re just cute.” you smiled at his words, grasping his hands clumsily. he got the memo, and gently assumed a dancing position, guiding you slowly into a traditional slow dance. 

you could barely keep yourself upright, and decided to shift so that you were leaning your weight against his chest as he lazily swayed the two of you side to side.

“i love you, peter.” you mumbled tiredly into his chest, and though you couldn’t see it, he smiled brightly at your drunken words. he hummed in response, causing you to giggle at the feeling. you had definitely had more to drink than you thought you had.

“you’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” he asked, even though he was painfully aware of the answer. you giggled again, confirming his statement silently. “do you want to go back to our room for the night?” he asked, it was getting quite late, and you were in no way in a state to stay much longer - he’d deal with susan later. 

you nodded against his chest, and he shifted to wrap an arm around your waist as he walked you out of the crowded ballroom, and towards your shared chambers.

“y’know, i’m really glad i met peter.” you spoke airily, your eyes shut and ready to drift off to sleep. peter glanced down at you, and seeing you barely standing upright, he slid his free arm under your knees and picked you up bridal style.

“i’m glad i met you too, y/n.” he chuckled, very much amused by your drunk speech. probably a bit too much, but he was not going to let you live this down tomorrow.

“he is so pretty.” you seemed to forget who you were talking to, and he listened, humming in acknowledgment to your words. “i can’t believe i get to marry him. i’m so lucky.” you hiccuped, before continuing. “sometimes i feel like i don’t deserve peter, y’know. b-but then he always make me feel better! i love peter. do you think he loves me?” you opened your eyes, and looked at the boy you loved questioningly.

“yes, y/n. i think peter loves you very much.” he responded, gently undoing the laces of your dress and helping you into your nightwear. he then guided you to your bed, tucking you in. “and he cannot wait to make you his wife.” he kissed your forehead, and you smiled sleepily.

“promise?” you mumbled, your eyes closing softly.

“i promise.” but you had already fallen asleep then, and peter smiled as he closed the door behind him. aslan, he loved you. 

you may have been drunk, but he certainly wasn’t - and every word he spoke was true. he could not wait until your wedding day, when he could make you his wife. until then, he would settle for the love you two held for each other.

because as long as he had you by his side, everything would be alright.

angelic [p.p]

word count: 2.2k

pairing: peter pevensie x fem!reader

warnings: shitty writing.

a/n: idk where i was going with this, i lost the plot line halfway through so this is kinda messy IM SORRY

request: If you want to could you please write a peter pevensie x reader where the reader is a singer who goes to a different school than him and he sometimes hears her practicing when he walks by and then in prince Caspian she goes to narnia too and he hears her singing in town at the end and then they fall in love back in London? Sorry if it's too specific, thanks so much your writing is beautiful💕😊 (requested by @sunshine-and-riverwater)

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the first time peter heard the voice, he thought it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. it was intoxicating. he followed the sound to an open window of the school a block away from his own. though he was unable to see the source of the sound, he listened intently, captivated. much to his dismay, he had to leave to catch the train home.

the mesmerizing voice never truly left his mind, though.

the following days, he decided to take the longer route to the station, which conveniently passed the all girls school, in hopes of hearing the voice again. he succeeded most days, strolling past casually and hearing bits and pieces of various songs. he was completely entranced by it.

he didn’t see the girl behind the angelic sound until the end of the week.

imagine the shock he experienced when he saw that the person the voice he’d been so hypnotized by was coming from was extremely beautiful.

out of curiosity, he’d managed to snag a peek into the open window, at the mysterious girl. she was clad in a red uniform; much like susan and lucy’s, which made sense - since she attended the same school. from what he could see, he thought she was very pretty.

he thought you were very pretty.

he didn’t know anything about you, but after that day, he couldn’t get you out of his head. he felt an overwhelming urge to try to talk to you, but he didn’t even know your name. he considered waiting outside of the school until the end of your rehearsal one night, but then decided that was much too strange and he would rather not come off as a creep.

instead, he thought it was best he distanced himself from you. hell, you didn’t even know he existed and yet, you were all he could think about. and it definitely wasn’t healthy. he began re-taking his old route to the station. it was a shorter distance anyways.

peter longed to hear you sing again. he couldn’t explain it, but he felt an undeniable connection to you. he scolded himself for it, and he tried to convince himself he didn’t need you, but as the days passed, the harder it was to ignore the longing he felt.

he was distractedly thinking of you (unsurprisingly) when a boy came and knocked into him quite harshly. he blinked, looking up at the brooding boy, who towered over him, squaring his shoulders in an attempt to intimidate peter, his friends following suit almost immediately.

peter was unphased. he’d seen so much worse during his days in narnia, he could handle a couple of teenagers. “apologize.” one of his friends spat, and the next thing peter knew, he was in the middle of a full-fledged fight. he was swinging punches and being tossed around, kicking and hitting any target in his range recklessly.

now he was now pacing angrily, being lectured by susan. he wasn’t really listening to her, but he was briefly aware of her going on about how he needs to behave better. peter never understood why she acted as she did, as if she was an adult. aslan had promised their return one day. sure, maybe it had been over a year, but the other pevensies were still as restless as ever to get back to narnia.

then there was susan, who was content with life in england, and peter couldn’t fathom how. they had been literal kings and queens and had lived many years in narnia and then out of nowhere, with no warning whatsoever, they were sent back to the place they so dearly hated. how any of it was okay with susan, he would never know.

he snapped back into the conversation when susan finished with an eye roll. “don’t you ever get tired of being treated like a kid?” he asked, ludicrously.

“we are kids.” edmund answered sarcastically, and peter rolled his eyes. he loved his brother, he really did; but sometimes he was truly a pain in his ass.

“well i wasn’t always.” peter’s reply carried a wave of silence over the four siblings, each of their thoughts drifting to the world they longed to see at least once more. their real home.

“it’s been a year. how long does he expect us to wait?” he huffed, falling back into the seat between his sister and edmund. he leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes.

susan went to speak, but was interrupted by a soft voice calling her name. “susan!” you smiled, all but skipping over to her and her company. “you forgot your papers, and i knew we took the same train, so i - well, i brought them for you!” your words were slightly nervous, but susan thanked you kindly with a bright smile of her own.

peter sat upright, in a state of shock. it was you; the girl in the window. the girl with the incomparable voice. not only because you stood before him, and he had never seen you outside of the school, but you had known his sister? and you took the same train as them? his mind was racing with confusion, though he quickly brushed it off as susan turned to her siblings, stepping aside so they could see you.

“this is y/n, she’s my friend with impeccable talent i’m always telling you guys about!” susan beamed, and your face turned a dark shade of pink. peter thought his heart might explode at how cute you were. “y/n, these are my brothers, edmund and peter, and you already know lucy.” she introduced. lucy and edmund exchanged brief hellos, and peter nodded in acknowledgement, not trusting his words.

you opened your mouth to speak, though you jumped a bit when lucy let out a high pitch squeal. “ouch!” her siblings were quick to shush her, all a bit taken aback by her sudden actions. “something pinched me!”

“stop pulling!” peter jumped up, and edmund looked at him, brows furrowed in a defensive matter.

“i’m not touching you!”

“would you all just-” susan tried, but your gaze snapped to the train accelerating at a tremendous speed next to you, baffled.

“what is that? what’s going on?” you asked, receiving no answers. you watched as the four siblings exchanged a knowing glance, and nerves flooded your being. they were being eerily calm about all of this.

“it feels like magic.” you could’ve sworn you heard lucy say, though over the sound of the speeding train you couldn’t be certain. magic?

before you could question further, susan spoke. “quick, everyone hold hands.” she reached out to you, grabbing a tight hold of your hand. you didn’t even question it - you were in too much of a state of shock to argue otherwise.

you listened to the pevensies bicker a little while longer while your eyes flicked to your left, where everyone else seemed to continue on with their days as if a train wasn’t going five times the speed of a normal train should, and there weren't any papers being thrown left and right around you.

the next thing you knew, the building around you was crumbling and fading into nothing. something about all of this was strangely calming. maybe it was the way the pevensies showed no sign of fear, only happiness; or maybe it was because deep down, you had a feeling this was right.

you soon find yourself in a cave overlooking a beautiful blue ocean, unlike anything you’d ever seen before. it was straight out of a book, down to every detail. you were sure you were dreaming. you stood frozen in amazement, until you felt susan gently tugging your hand, only to realize the four siblings had began stripping their extra layers and were running directly for the water. carelessly, you shrugged and followed suit.

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you smiled fondly at the memory, sucking in a deep breath. the fresh air felt cool against your throat, and you couldn’t help but feel absolutely at peace as you overlooked the unforgettable sight you met when you’d first arrived.

you stood on a balcony, in the newly rebuilt cair paravel. so much has happened since that first day on the beach, and you were still unbelieving of it all. though as overwhelming as it was, narnia had become a safe place for you. a dreadful feeling that it would all be soon over lingered in the back of your mind, but you decided you were going to live the time you had here to the fullest.

you were so deep in your own thoughts, you didn’t even completely register that you started to sing quietly. as you began to get lost in the song, you gradually sang louder, feeling more and more free with every passing verse. you dreamily leaned against the bannister, singing to your heart’s content.

peter had been looking for you, and when he was passing a certain hallway, a beautiful melody bounced off the walls and filled his ears. he smiled, the voice now all too familiar to him. he followed the song, leaning casually against the doorframe, watching your small figure. the sunset illuminated your already perfect features, casting you in a heavenly glow.

you and peter had grown quite close over your stay in narnia. when you’d first arrived, you’d obviously had many questions - and peter had taken the liberty to fill you in on their lives in the golden age. he was always so happy to talk about narnia freely, and you were a great listener. he hadn’t ever felt so close with anyone other than his siblings, it felt amazing to share his other life with someone new.

“that was beautiful.” he spoke when you’d finished, and you jumped, surprised by his presence. you threw a hand over your heart dramatically, laughing nervously.

“oh my goodness, peter. you’ve nearly given me a heart attack.” you shake your head, as he grinned boyishly. the act made your heart flutter.

“you know, you really are an incredibly talented singer. you should do it more often - in front of people, even. i’m sure everyone would love to hear your voice.” peter complimented, pushing off the wall and walking over to you, so you were only a few steps from standing chest-to-chest.

“yes, well.. it’s not that i’m opposed to performing, i suppose i just don’t think i’m all that good. i know girls at our school who are much better than i am.” you shrugged, and peter nearly choked.

“are you kidding, y/n? i have never heard anyone sing like you do. your voice really is special - i’m sure the girls at your school couldn’t even compare.” peter spoke seriously, looking deep in your eyes. “and maybe i'm being a bit biased, but-”

you held a hand up, giggling quietly at his rambling. he looked a bit confused, but brushed it off. seeing you happy was more than enough for him. “thank you, peter. really. it means a lot.” you blushed a bit at your own words, and peter couldn’t restrain himself from reaching out a tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

you looked up at him through your eyelashes, a mixture of happiness and surprise in your gaze. he took it as an okay, leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours with no further hesitation. you responded immediately.

you couldn’t explain it, but something about being in this moment, with peter, felt more at home than anything you’d ever experienced. it felt so right, standing with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and yours locked around his neck.

when oxygen was necessary, you two only pulled away enough to rest your foreheads against one another.

“you know, this is going to be my last time here.” peter whispered, and you smiled sadly at him. you knew how much this world meant to him, and you could tell by his expression he was struggling to accept it. “it’s not what i really wanted - but i’m really glad i got to share it with you.” his words were sincere, and your heart fluttered.

you glanced down at your hands, gently entwining your fingers with his own. “it’s not going to be easy to let go.” you spoke softly, only loud enough for him to hear. “but i’m going to be there for you, to help you get through this. i don’t want to leave either, but some things we can’t control. trust me, we’ll get through it - together.”

you didn’t know then how much your words meant to peter. coming back from narnia once was hard enough, and now knowing he would never again see his kingdom hurt more than he thought it would. still, your words were enough to make him smile, despite it all.

he didn’t know what brought him to take that longer route that day after school, but he had never been more grateful for the decision he’d made. maybe it wasn’t him after all. maybe fate had brought him to you. it didn’t matter, really. because he knew one thing for sure.

he knew he was going to be okay.

because of you, the girl with the angelic voice.

surprises [p.p]

word count: 1.9k

pairing: peter pevensie x reader

warnings: angst -> fluff, minor cursing

a/n: exams are finally over, sorry for the hiatus!

request: Hi, can i request like a peter pevensie one where it’s the reader’s bday, thanks! ( requested by anon )

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*italics are the past.*

you sat in the silence of the library, book in hand, trying to pull your thoughts away from your breaking heart. you should’ve known better than to assume peter would take the day off to celebrate with you, he was the high king after all.

he was always busy, what possibly made you think today would be any different?

when you’d woken up that morning, peter had already been gone. you laid in bed for twenty minutes, hoping he’d eventually come to see you and wish you a happy birthday, but you were let down as he didn’t return to your shared room.

when you’d finally dressed and proceeded down to breakfast, he was nowhere to be found either. his siblings all smiled at you, though none acknowledged the importance of the date.

you’d asked edmund where peter was, and he’d brushed you off saying he had a meeting. you forced a smile and pretended as though they hadn’t forgotten anything, though inside you felt like you’d been stabbed in the heart.

so now, staring at the blurred text of the novel you were trying to read, you groaned in frustration and tossed it to the side.

you finally gave into the dread filling you, letting the tears fall freely, tugging your knees to your chest. you loved the peace of the library, and it had become a safe place for you.

only you and edmund truly ever came here and he had told you earlier he’d be busy all day with his duties, so you weren’t worried about being caught.

you couldn’t be bothered to contain your sobs. you couldn’t believe not one of them remembered your birthday.

you didn’t want to make a huge deal about the day anyways, you really weren’t one for large parties. a simple wish would’ve been nice from at least one of the pevensies, and one of them in particular would’ve been more than enough.

ever since you’d arrived in narnia, the four had taken you in without hesitation. you had gotten along well with edmund, and lucy immediately, though susan and peter were more harsh with you.

it was understandable at first, you were a stranger they were welcoming into their home. it didn’t take long for susan to warm up to you and you two became close quite quickly after that, though it was a bit different for peter.

he would ignore you at dinners, scoff when you would comment on war issues he and edmund would discuss with you and his sisters, roll his eyes when you offered him a smile and overall treat you horribly. until you confronted him about it one night.

“.. and then i told him i wasn’t interested, and he still followed me around!” susan retold, and you all chuckled in response. she fake-gagged at the memory, and you smiled sympathetically.

“my, he sounds awful.” you commented, and susan nodded in agreement. she opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off with a scoff. you all turned to peter, who was glaring at you. “is everything alright, peter?” you asked, confused.

“no! can’t you take anything seriously? honestly, it’s getting quite annoying.” he spat, and you took a step back in shock. tears sprung into your eyes, and for a moment you glanced up at him, your blurry eyes meeting his hard ones. you were sure you watched his expression soften, but you shook your head stubbornly.

“i’m sorry.” you whispered, turning around swiftly and leaving the room. you were almost at your room when you heard his voice yelling after you.

“y/n! wait!” he called, and you stopped abruptly, crossing your arms over your chest and spinning to face him. apparently he was running, and unable to stop in time, he came barreling into you, knocking you both over. he quickly grabbed your waist, flipping you just in time so he took the impact of the fall rather than you.

you both groaned, and you looked down at peter with wide eyes. “what the hell was that?” you breathed, and he just chuckled in response. you furrowed your brows, until you realised you were practically straddling his waist. blushing furiously, you scrambled to stand up, him following.

“i’m sorry for being so rude to you. i’m not exactly accustomed to talking to pretty girls.” peter mumbled, and you both froze as he realized what he’d said. “i mean, yes, you’re very pretty, but i don’t think of you like that, well, i mean do like you but - shit.” peter stumbled over his words, sighing in defeat when he knew there was no taking back what he said.

“you think i’m pretty?” you asked, softly. you met his eyes, and it was then that you thought his cheeks were likely even more red than your own. peter shied away, nodding. you had never seen the high king so quiet. stepping forward, you gently tugged his chin, pulling him to face you.

“you could’ve just said so instead of being so mean you know.” you smiled, leaning forward and connecting your lips.

since that day, you and peter had become the closest of friends, and a few weeks later, you’d become an official couple, unshockingly to his siblings.

“it was so obvious, he never takes his eyes off of you. i’m just surprised he was brave enough to do something about it.” edmund had scoffed, and you had never felt so at home with anyone. they were your family.

which is why you supposed it hurt so much that none of them remembered your birthday. you’d told them multiple times, and lucy had even promised to write it into her calendar.

you took a deep breath, allowing yourself to calm down. it was still your birthday, and you were going to make the most of the rest of the day.

you slipped back into your shared room with peter, cleaning yourself up and fixing your disheveled appearance before making your way down the hall.

you hadn’t seen anyone around, and the few servants you had seen had been talking in hushed whispers, and ran when they caught sight of you. how strange.

you were making your way to the garden when lucy came bounding out of nowhere, scaring you half to death.

“hey, y/n!” she exclaimed, bubbly as usual. “wanna come to the beach with me? susan told me to go away, and the boys are in meetings. i’m bored!” she acted dramatically, causing you to giggle.

you really had nothing better to do, and you figured the beach was the best way to let loose. “sure, lucy. let’s go.” you made your way to the beach, both joking and laughing.

you weren’t sure how long you two spent down by the water, but by the time you were drying off, the sun had begun to set.

“we should probably head back now.” you said, and lucy smiled, nodding. there was a hint of something other than innocence in her expression, but you brushed it off. surely it was just your imagination.

lucy lead you into the castle, you both making your way back to your rooms.

“wait here, i just need to ask someone to clean my chambers tonight.” she told you, and you agreed, waiting patiently as she quickly conversed with the servant. they spoke quietly, and you were suddenly getting the suspicion you were missing something.

before you could think further, lucy came back over.

“wonderful, they also told me dinner's almost ready. i’m going to fix my hair up - would you like to come?” she offered, and you accepted, following her up to her chambers.

you both sat in silence as you fixed up your appearance, which got a bit messy with the wind. when you both felt you looked much more reasonable, you returned down to the dining hall. you went to open the door, but lucy was quick to stop you.

“wait - i don’t know if they’re ready yet!” she exclaimed, and you furrowed your brows.

“lucy, what are you on about? you’ve been acting strange all day, what is going on?” you demanded, and she looked like a deer in the headlights. she began to stutter incomprehensible words, when the doors opened, edmund peeking his head out, winking at lucy.

she huffed in relief, taking your hand and tugging you inside the uncharacteristically dark room. “what the-” you whispered, but were cut off by the bright light that swiftly filled the room as the curtains were simultaneously pulled open.

“surprise! happy birthday y/n!” everyone screamed, jumping out from behind various objects in the room. you squealed in surprise, stepping back a bit as your wide eyes scanned the intricately decorated room.

all of your friends; susan, edmund, tumnus, lucy.. everyone was here. you were about to comment when a pair of familiar hands came from behind and covered your eyes.

“surprise.” he whispered, and a large smile crossed your face as you wiggled out of his grip, and spun around to face him. his hands slid down to your waist in response, and you couldn’t contain your joy.

“did you do all of this?” you asked gleefully, and he shrugged.

“with a bit of help from susan, admittedly.” he smiled innocently, and you shook your head at him. “oh come on, you didn’t really think i’d forget your birthday, did you?” he asked playfully, and you shrugged.

“i hoped not.” you smirked, leaning forward to give him a quick peck on the lips, very aware of all the eyes on the two of you. “let’s party!” you exclaimed, and a wave of cheers followed. the fawns began playing their instruments, the sound echoing off the beautiful walls and peter gently grabbed your hand, pulling you into a dance.

the rest of the party was filled with laughter and pure joy. you were sure the night couldn’t have gone better.

at the end of the night, peter lead you to your shared room, his arm never leaving your waist. “you know, i never did give you your present.” peter muttered gently closing the door behind him.

you turned to him, brow quirked in curiosity. you watched as he took in a shaky breath, his normal confidence suddenly disappearing, just like it had the night he told you he liked you.

“y/n, ever since you’ve arrived in narnia, you’ve had an undeniable effect on me. i’m in love with you, truly. i don’t know what i’d do without you.” peter started, and your curiosity quickly turned into confusion, but you didn’t interrupt him.

“i’m the high king - speeches are meant to be natural to me. there’s something about you though, you have me tongue tied and i can barely form full sentences around you.” he met your eyes, and there was a determination in them like you’d never seen before.

with a sudden surge of confidence, peter moved to stand in front of you, slowly lowering onto one knee. you gasped, suddenly very aware of what was happening and tears sprung to your eyes at the thought.

“i don’t want to ramble on, so i’m just going to ask - y/n l/n, will you marry me?” he pulled out a beautiful golden ring, one that very closely resembled his crown.

you shakingly smiled, a single tear falling as you nodded vigorously. “yes, peter. a thousand times yes.” you whispered, and he slid the ring on your finger.

swiftly standing up, he lifted you with ease, spinning you dramatically and pulling you down into a passionate kiss. “i love you, peter pevensie.” you whispered, beaming.

“i love you too, y/n pevensie.” you shook your head at his words, but instead of arguing that you weren’t yet a pevensie, you pulled him into another kiss.

because you really liked the sound of it.

Obvious - Peter Pevensie

Peter x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 807

Summary: Peter meets a girl in Narnia that might be part of his prophecy?

Authors Note: First ever Peter Pevensie Imagine and first ever Narnia imagine

Masterlist

Narnia Masterlist

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“The White Witch is coming. You all must work on your skills.” Aslan told the young Kings and Queens.

“Will you teach us?” Lucy asked walking closer to Aslan as they followed him to their tent.

“We all will young one. I do have someone in mind to teach you all different things.” Aslan answered Lucy with a heart felt chuckle.

“Who?” Susan asked once they stopped walking, wondering who the loin had in mind.

Aslan turned to face the children before answering the older girl. “She is skilled in everything you all will need to know, no matter the situation at hand.”

“A girl?” Edmund asked pulling a face and for that Peter smacked him upside the head.

“We would love to learn from her.” Peter smiled apologetically to Aslan on behalf of his brother.

“Agreed.” Lucy and Susan said at the same time also smiling.

“Yeah, whatever.” Edmund mumbled rubbing the back of his head.

Aslan gave a nod. “Then you’ll all start tomorrow. As for now, get some rest. You’ll all need it.”

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“I see you all are ready.” Aslan said as he approached the field he had them escorted to.

“We are.” Susan nodded, she was ready to learn.

“Good, Your teacher should be here soon.” Aslan stated before looking around to see her figure coming through the mountains. “An there she is.”

A girl around Peter and Susan’s age came down the hill on a beautiful black stallion. As she got closer her features became more apparent and Peter, well Susan had to nudge him to close his mouth.

“Hey, I hope you all weren’t waiting to long.” Y/n smiled sheepishly as she dismounted her horse.

“Nonsense, Y/n.” Aslan smiled at the young warrior. He had known her, her entire life. Seeing the girl always brought a smile to his face. He knew she was the perfect one for this. “Y/n this is Lucy, Edmund, Susan, and Peter.”

Y/n smiled giving a gentle wave. “Nice to meet you all.”

“Children this is Y/n. She’ll be the one teaching you all.” Aslan explained as he also introduced them.

“Its nice to meet you.” Susan spoke up since Peter couldn’t stop staring. She reached out and the to shake hands.

“Likewise your majesty.” Y/n smiled.

“Please just call us by our names.” Lucy smiled at the older girl, enjoying the energy she let off.

“Yes, please.” Susan nodded in agreement with Lucy’s statement.

“As you wish.” Y/n nodded agreeing to what they had asked. “Shall we get started?”

With that Y/n started showing them different things. Such as knife throwing, basic field first aid, archery, and now sword fighting.

“You should introduce yourself personally.” Susan suggested to Peter as she walked over to stand next to him. The two watched Y/n teach Lucy ways for her to use a sword at her weight and height disadvantage.

“Should I?” Peter genuinely asked.

Susan nodded smiling at him, she had never seen Peter so into a girl before. “You like her. I can tell. Hell, it’s obvious Peter.”

“That obvious?” Peter grimaced smiling shyly.

“Yes. But it seems she is oblivious to it.” Susan nodded towards the Y/h/c-ed girl a few feet in front of them. “Go for it.”

Once the two siblings were done talking they noticed it was Peter’s turn now that Lucy was done. How convenient.

“Hey, Peter right?” Y/n asked smiling up at the blonde as he approached her for his turn.

“Yeah. Y/n right?” Peter smiled nodding at her. He noticed that he had done a lot of smiling around her today.

“Yeah.” Y/n let out a light laugh at the boy's words. How they mimicked her own. Y/n looked up at Peter with a smile. “You ready Peter?”

“Absolutely.” He nodded pulling out his sword.

“They’d be cute together.” Lucy giggled nudging Susan whose face matched Lucy’s.

“They would be.” Susan agreed

Aslan chuckled deeply standing next to the young women.

“What's so funny?” Lucy asked Aslan smiling mischievously at the loin.

Alsan smiled over at the two and they could tell he knew a lot more than he let on. “There are many prophecies for the daughters of Eve and the sons of Adam.”

Susan squinted her eyes before asking. “Are you saying that who we end up with is also prophesized?”

Aslan nodded with a hum. “Part’s of them, yes.”

“So are Y/n and Peter?” Lucy wondered out loud smiling over towards Peter and Y/n’s direction.

“Yes young one, they are. But let’s keep that between us for now.” He gave Lucy and Susan a knowing look. The girls couldn’t help but smile at eachother. They wouldn’t tell their brother but they couldn’t wait to watch their love story play out.

Day 3: Peter Pevensie X Reader: Mirror Sex

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A/n: Apologies for this being super late. Writer's block is ass. Also sorry for it being short. 18+ Smut

Warnings: Smut, Mirror sex. P in V.

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It's ten minutes till dinner and I'm in my room finishing up getting ready. Smoothing down my dress in the mirror. Lucy and Susan are sitting on the bed chatting to each other and waiting for me so we can all walk down together. 

“You look fine Y/n.” Susan says. Lucy nods in agreement. 

“Thank you. Just want to make sure it looks okay I mean, Peter is down there and I just..I want to look nice you know?” I say nervously. 

Susan gets off the bed and walks over to me, “I get it, but it’s Peter we’re talking about. He won’t care.” She said, rubbing my back in comfort. 

“I still don’t understand your crush on my brother Y/n.” Lucy says also getting off the bed. 

I rolled my eyes, “Of course you won't Lu, he’s your brother” I said. She just smiles and shakes her head. 

I take one more look in the mirror and then turn around and take a big breath. “Alright, I'm ready. Let’s go.” I said 

We all turn around and leave the bedroom, walking down the stairs. I can hear grunting and rustling. We get down stairs and see the boys. Edmund and Peter, wrestling each other. 

Me and Lucy look at each other and roll our eyes. We stand there for another minute before Susan clears her throat. They stop, and slowly turn their heads to see us standing there. 

I cross my arms and raise my eyebrows. “What,are you boys doing?” I ask. 

They scramble off the ground and dust off their clothes, Edmond clears his throat, “we were just messing around.” he said nonchalantly. 

“Of course you were.” I said back. I look over at Peter to see him staring at me but when he notices me looking he clears his throat and looks away. 

“We should head to dinner. It’s almost 8 and Ms.Chatham said the food is almost ready.”He said, heading to the dining room. 

We all follow him. Taking our places at the table. Ms.Pevensie is already there. 

“About time children. Ms.Chatham is about to bring out the food. Sit, sit.” She said,

“Apologies Mum, we lost track of the time.” Peter said. 

“It's quite alright but do not make a habit of this.” She said in a warning tone. 

As she finished this. The food started coming out. The servers, Justine and Mikey, start plating everyone. Starting with Ms.Pevensie, seeing as she is at the head of the head, then Peter and I since we are on the right side of the table. Susan is at the other end and Edmund and Lucy are on the other side. 

“Thank you Justine and Mikey. You are excused until dessert.: Ms Pevensie said. 

They quickly walked back to the kitchen and we began to eat. Dinner time is quiet as usual. Everyone is too hungry to enjoy conversation. 

As I'm taking a bite of the pasta, I feel a breath on my ear. 

“You look lovely tonight Y/n.” Peter whispers in my ear. 

I Blush and nod, “Thank you Pete.” I said back

He smiles and we go back to eating.

We all finish the meal in silence. 

Justine comes out a few minutes later to collect pur plates. 

“Excuse me for a moment. I need to use the restroom” I say standing up. 

The bathroom is down the hall and then when you turn left it's the 3rd door. It's a good distance from the bathroom. 

I go about my business in the restroom. Washing my hands and drying them. As I open the door to leave. I get pushed back in. 

“Woah!” I yell. Looking up to see Peter closing and locking the door. 

“Pete, What the hell are you doing?” I asked. 

He looks at me for a sec before slowly walking towards me. 

“I don’t know. I just..can’t get the image of you in this dress,” he takes a finger and runs it down my side, “out of my head” He whispers. 

My breath hitches and my mouth gaps a little. 

‘W-what do you mean?” I ask. 

He looks me up and down and then looks me in my eyes. 

“I think you know what I mean darling.” He says. His face is getting closer to mine. 

My eyes close slightly as he gets closer and closer. His lips ghost over mine, and his hands grip my waist. 

Just as I think he's gonna kiss me, he quickly turns me around and pushes me up against the sink so we’re now looking at each other through the mirror. 

“What are you doing?” I ask. Try to wiggle free. 

“What I’ve been wanting to do for a while now.” He responds. Giving my neck slow kisses.  

My head tilts back unconsciously. 

His right hand trails down to the hem of the dress and pulls it up over my waist. Still placing kisses on my neck, he moves his hand to my panties, hooking his finger under and dragging them down. 

I open my eyes slightly and make eye contact with him in the mirror. 

My hand reaches back and grips his cock, slowly rubbing it for a few seconds before pulling it out and rubbing it on my entrance. 

He hisses and his head tilts slightly. He removes my hand and takes over, slowly pushing inside me. I moaned, but I guess too loudly because he had to put a hand over my mouth. 

“Quiet darling. Don’t wanna get caught now do we?” He asks. I shake my head quickly. 

He starts off slowly before picking up the paste. 

“Imma take my hand off now, think u can stay quiet?” He asked. 

I nod and he takes his hand off and puts it on the waist with the other one. 

Starting to pump faster I lean over the sink, needing to grip something. My hand came in contact with the already semi steamy mirror. 

He groans slightly “Oh god, i'm gonna come darling. I-I need you to come with me baby. Can you do that?” He asks hurriedly. 

I nod. “Uh huh, Yes yes yes.” I whisper, my voice cracking. 

“Okay baby,” he says, pumping as fast as he can, “On the count of three baby, come with me.” He says. 

“1” His hands move to my shoulders for a better grip. 

“2” My right hand is still gripping the mirror, my left grips his arms. 

“3” He says and we both let go, I moan so loud he has to turn my head and kiss me to shut me up. 

When he finally stops thrusting, we both pause for a minute to take a deep breath. My body slumps against the sink and he slowly pulls out. 

He puts himself away and then turns me around. He helps me pull my panties back up and fix my dress before grabbing my face and giving me a passionate kiss. 

I gasp as I pull away. “How, how long have you wanted to do that?” I ask. 

He rubs my face with his thumb “Since I met you in year 9” He says and smiles. 

I smile back. 

“I’m pretty sure it's already obvious but if it’s not. I like you Y/n. Alot.” He says. 

“I like you too Pete.” I say back. Blushing and reaching up to give him another kiss. 

Peter Pevensie : Irritated

Narnia One-Shot (Modern)

You sighed as you changed the sign on the door of the neighbourhood’s local cafe to “Open” at 7:00am. You headed back behind the counter as your thoughts drifted back to the usual - how much you hated your life. The doorbell rang loud and clear, cutting through your grey, miserable thoughts like a knife. A handsome boy with dirty blonde hair and ocean blue eyes walked in. You observed that he only looked a year older than you.

“Yes.” You said - rather rudely - once he’d reached the counter. “You okay?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. “You seem really irritated.” “I’m not irritated!” You said through gritted teeth, wringing out a tea towel as if you were trying to strangle it. ”Don’t lie, your irritated.” “Is it that obvious?” You replied, grimacing slightly. “Kinda,” he said, wincing in what you supposed was an apologetic way. “Sorry, I just had the worst day yesterday.” You sighed, “Anyway, what would you like?” “Just a black coffee and a cinnamon roll please,” he said quickly looking at the board above my head. “What happened?” He asked, referring to your previous comment. “Really? Just that? Nothing else? No specific amount of sugar or milk I need to add in that makes no fucking difference to the overall taste whatsoever?” You asked. “Nope. Anyway, what happened?” He pressed. “You really want to know?” He nodded. “Well, you asked for it,” you sighed, turning around to begin making his beverage. “I just had a really shit day at work. Here and at the fucking restaurant I work in, you know, the big fancy one around the corner? Anyway, the first asshole customer of the day arrived before anyone else - such great way to start the day. He complained for like, five hours that there was just a smidge too much icing on his cake and that his coffee was just that bit too bitter. He was ranting for so long that another customer had arrived before he had finished, so I asked - politely too - if he could move aside so I could take their order, but he refused! And when he finally left, he just stormed out without paying, and no tip! Are you fucking kidding me! Anyway, it continued like that with only around three customers being mildly decent. Then, when my shift here ended, I got a call from a friend who also works at the restaurant round the corner, asking if I could cover her shift because she were ill. I said, yes - why? I have no idea, because it meant I had to miss over half of my two hour break between work here and work there, so I didn't get lunch. Anyway I got there, and of course, it was the same as here. Rich snobs who’ve never lifted a finger in their life complaining without any consideration for anyone else’s peace. One girl, who really fucking pissed me off, returned her meal three times - three fucking times!” “Why?” He said, leaning on the counter, now invested in the story. You scoffed, “You’re gonna love this, the first time because it wasn’t salty. The second because it wasn’t salty enough, and the third, because she had already eaten most of her boyfriend’s fucking food, so she wasn’t hungry enough to eat it! Insane. Eventually, I got home 11:30, only managed to eat a scrap of food for dinner before I passed out on the sofa, only to wake up with forty-five minutes before I have to be here for work, which is 6:20 - an ungodly hour no one should be awake at in my opinion - to spend forty minutes cleaning everything again to remove the nonexistent particles of dust off the table that only the bloody manager can see, and setting everything out to open on time, meaning I haven’t had breakfast. And the worst part of all that, is that you are the only person in the history of this damn cafe who has ever entered this bloody place before 8:15, so we don’t really need to be here before 7:45!” You finished, placing a mug of black coffee and a warm cinnamon roll on a plate hand-painted with flowers on the counter with a satisfying pronounced thud. “You’ve had it bad.” He stated bluntly, looking you in the eyes for a few moments before you both burst out laughing. “What’s your name? I think that after listening to that, I have the right to know.” He said between laughs.

“Y/N, Y/N L/N. What’s yours?” You said after regaining your breath.

“Peter. Peter Pevensie.”

“So what are you doing  at this time of the morning Peter?” You inquired, seeing no harm in starting a conversation as no one was likely to appear for another hour or so thank god.

“I’ve started at Oxford and decided I’d find a quiet cafe to get breakfast in before school.”

“Oxford! I’m going there next year to do History and Art. What are you studying?”

“Maths, Medicine and History. Most people think they’re boring subjects but they're the best!” You smiled at his excitement.

“I know! Well, about History anyway - I've always loved it. I did it for GCSE and then for A-Level as well English, French and Art. I’m doing a gap year now to earn a bit of money and I’ll start next year.”

“Nice to already know a future fellow-student,” He smiled. “So when do you work here?”

“7:00am to 14:00 pm, Monday to Saturday, and I work at the restaurant 16:00 to 21:00 on Monday, Wednesday and Friday too but I get breaks during both jobs and obviously there’s a gap in between them.”

We continued talking until unfortunately, he announced he needed to leave.

 “See you tomorrow?” He said as he backed towards the door.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow!” You called back. As you lost sight of him around the corner, you smiled to yourself. Somehow, being at the cafe by 6:20 in the morning didn’t seem so unappealing anymore.

Preference (Modern) : Your Favourite Disney Movie

Peter

Tangled. You and Peter had liked each other for a while, and you were both nervous when a movie night was arranged. Before the lantern scene, Susan excused herself to go and take a phone call, Edmund was called to tidy his room by his mum, and a scheming Lucy conveniently decided to go and refill all the food bowls. You both started to sing along to 'I See the Light' and before you knew it, the song had ended and you were kissing.

Susan

Frozen II. While you both enjoyed the first one, you liked the ancient/mythic route the second film took. You also love hearing Susan openly sing along, because she's normally quite shy about her singing voice, however many times you insist that it's amazing. You're both waiting for a third film where Elsa finally get a girlfriend.

Edmund

Beauty and the Beast. Edmund gets very cynical and sarcastic about Disney romance films, but whenever you start to put this DVD in the player, he's already on the sofa with crisps and chocolate. It's not the film itself that you two love (though it is amazing), it's the memories. About a month into your relationship, you went to watch a re-release of Beauty and the Beast in a local cinema. You really wanted go to it so Edmund took you, and that was the moment you both realised that what you felt for each other could be love. After the film, you went to a secluded area in the snowy, cold park and had your first kiss.

Lucy

The Lion King. This film is special to Lucy because it reminds her of Aslan, and anything that makes her happy makes you happy. The neighbours sometimes get annoyed hearing you singing along to the soundtrack but you two couldn't care less.

Caspian

Moana. Caspian has an obsession with the sea. He loves to sail on holiday, and was beyond excited when a Disney film came out that challenged the stereotypes made by its predecessors as well as making fun of them, while putting one of his favourite things on screen.

Preference : Your Nicknames For Each Other

A/N Y/N/N = your nickname

Peter

His for you: My Queen/My King – My Love – Milady/My Lord

Yours for him: Pete – Love – Bear

Susan

Hers for you: Beautiful – Love – Y/N/N

Yours for her: Su – Love – Gorgeous

Edmund

His for you: Y/N/N – Juliet – Cuddle Bug

Yours for him: Eddie Bear – Romeo – Snuggles

Lucy

Hers for you: Y/N/N – Sunny – Sunshine

Yours for her: Lu – Lu-Lu – Smiley

Caspian

His for you: Star – Y/N/N – My Dear – Amor

Yours for him: Moon – Cas – Dear

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peter pevensie⠀⠀ ﹝〝⠀golden age⠀!⠀⠀╱︎⠀⠀high king, the magnificent .⠀﹞ the chronicles of narnia .

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peter pevensie⠀⠀ ﹝〝⠀golden age⠀!⠀⠀╱︎⠀⠀high king, the magnificent .⠀﹞ the chronicles of narnia .

In Narnia's metaphor, Edmund isn't Judas Iscariot. He's us.

Edmund's betrayal isn't eating the Turkish Delight or even liking the Witch. That, and the effects of the Turkish Delight that follow, are his temptation.

His actual betrayal comes when he's seen evidence of the Witch's evil (at Tumnus's house) and heard all about the Witch's tyranny and the goodness of Aslan (from the Beavers) and he still chooses to go over to the Witch alone.

Of course the deck is stacked against Edmund! Of course he's being deceived and manipulated! Of course he's just a child! That's how sin works!!! Haven't you read Screwtape???

Edmund's sin is easy for us to excuse, but it is still inexcusable. That's the whole point. It is petty and small and childish and still wrong. Just like so much of our sin.

I really don't want this Narnia series........ because I don't like the idea of someone else playing the love of my life. Like I trust Greta (now) to make the series something wonderful.....but Peter was fine as he was being played by William!!! Same with all the other characters, like those movies were part of early 2000s magic and to redo them just seems like they're going to mess it up (same with the hp series).

But also Peter was and still is my ult crush. I don't want someone else other than William to portray him.... because as much as I liked the book version of Peter, William is the reason I love Peter.

MASTERLIST

hi and welcome to my masterlist. here you’ll find some of my work or links leading you to other masterlists. my requests are open and i’d love it, if you could give me some ideas to put into one shots/ blurbs/ headcannons!

!if you’d like to request something involving a character that i haven’t listed, you can go ahead. if you give me some plot to work with, i might just write about them anyway!

last updated: 01/07/2023

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anakin skywalker

the 100

bellamy blake

change

john murphy

jealousy jealousy

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jj maybank

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the maze runner

thomas

minho

gally

the walking dead

carl grimes

daryl dixon

rosita espinosa

tara chambler

teen wolf

stiles stilinski

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narnia

edmund pevensie

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peter pevensie

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[One-Shots]

Edmund Pevensie:

-Between Shadows and Steel