#narniaxreader

Warnings: some mature language

Pairing: High King Peter x Princess Reader

Time: Golden Age Narnia

Summary: Being a Princess from Calormen doesn't necessarily mean you act like a lady. But you yearn for somebody despite that and at the ball Queen Susan set up for your twentieth birthday, you found that somebody. Except it was someone you didn't expect.

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"Your Highness, please get down from there before you fall." Your Lady-In-Waiting, Rosa, called from below you.

You gave her a laugh. "Oh, come on, Rosa. Where's your sense of adventure?"

"Down here with me on the ground, where you should be." Rosa huffed as she slipped her slippers from her feet and began to climb the tall evergreen tree you were sitting in. "Your Highness, if your parents were here, you would get a good scolding for this."

"Well, I guess it's a good thing they're not then. Besides I don't need them to scold me because Susan will do it for them." You replied as you gave her a childish grin when she sat beside you.

"Your Grace, we really must get down from here. Queen Lucy is looking for you with King Edmund." Rosa breathed as she clung to the tree. The poor girl hated heights. "Your birthday guests are waiting for your appearance."

You sighed as you looked below you. Your slippers were beside the tree trunk, nestled in a knot in the roots protruding from the dirt. You then looked at your feet and how dirty they became from being barefoot.

"Oh, alright." You were reluctant about it, but you began to climb down the tree. As you did so, you made sure that Rosa was alright. Allowing her to stay right above you, in case she fell you'd be the one to break her fall.

It didn't take more than a minute or two to be safely on the ground. You helped Rosa down the rest of the way before you gave her her slippers. Rosa smoothed out her skirts after she slipped them on her feet. She combed the leaves from her hair and turned to you with her hands on her hips.

You glanced up as you grabbed your slippers. "What are you looking at me like that for?"

"Y/N, how on Earth do you expect to find a husband when you behave like a boy?" Rosa pursed her lips as she glared at you.

You were going to give her a snide reply in return until you heard the sound of Lucy dashing towards you. "Y/N! Oh, we've been looking everywhere for you."

"I told you to check the trees, Lu." Edmund said as he appeared close behind his younger sister.

You rolled your eyes before you stuck your tongue out. "Very funny, Edmund."

"Oh, Y/N, you are covered in dirt." Lucy reprimanded. "You need to go take a bath before the ball. Come on."

Edmund shook his head as he let Lucy drag you back into the castle. "Lucy, leave Y/N alone. Let her have her fun. She's turning twenty."

Rosa laughed as she watched Lucy pull you around. "She does love her childish endeavors."

"If you want to mock me for climbing trees, then from now on I'll laugh at you when you try to sing when you bathe, Rosa." You shot back. Not from anger, but to pick fun at her in return.

"At least I can sing." She shot back in kind.

"I prefer sparring with Edmund and Peter," You'd be damned if Rosa kept it up. "I don't like girlish things, big deal."

"Then don't expect to be married anytime soon, Your Grace." Rosa bowed to the three of you and turned on her heels to inform Susan of your return. Plans had been made and Susan was a stickler about keeping things as agreed. No matter how much you didn't like being at most of them. Council meetings, festivals, balls (sometimes masquerades), even holidays. But you were a people pleaser so you always went anyway.

Lucy and Edmund were stunned at the words that they heard. And even more stunned that you didn't reply. You always had a comeback.

Lucy saw it then. The way you stared at your hands and nails. Lucy watched as she led you to your chambers, she saw the way you dug the dirt out of your nails and then the way you rubbed your hands together, letting dirt particles fall to the floor.

Lucy swallowed thickly before she carefully placed a hand on your own. "Don't listen to her, Y/N. You'll be married one day, I know you will. Even if you don't think so."

You hummed in response and looked at the two Pevensies through the reflection of your vanity's looking glass. "Oh, please, don't feed me that, Lucy. I grew up around boys and now I can barely go five minutes without getting filthy like one. I was sent to Cair Parvelle for your sister to make me a lady." You looked away from your reflection. "What's the point?"

Edmund noticed what Lucy had then. He saw the way you rubbed dirt off your face and pulled leaves out of your tangled hair. He watched you in the mirror and saw just how much Rosa's words stung. Then he felt anger bubble up in his chest, you and Rosa may not think it, but he'd be honored to marry you. Despite your tendency to run around barefoot, roll down hills, and climb trees. He liked that stuff too.

So did Peter.

And Peter was standing beside the open oak door, listening. And he watched from around the door jamb as Lucy combed out your hair. Edmund took the leaves and threw them over your balcony.

Peter didn't believe his ears. How could you ever think you wouldn't get married? Despite your unladylike adventures outside the castle walls, you were someone truly remarkable. You could do anything he could do, but still act like a lady. And maybe you didn't notice that, but he did.

Even at eighteen, you were just as adventurous and spontaneous. Always trying to get your hands dirty with him and Edmund, always doing something to get dirty in the gardens with Susan and Lucy. And Peter was sure he'd join you in your escapades if he wasn't the High King.

Peter took another glance around the door and saw you slip into a silk robe as Lucy led you away to your bath. Edmund sighed and hung his head as you disappeared and Peter turned on his heels and walked away before Edmund saw him.

Peter found the ballroom in no time and made his way to Susan and some other nobles talking to her. When they noticed Peter coming their way, they all bowed. Susan smiled at her brother and dismissed herself. She looped her arm in his and gave him a sideways glance.

"Who were those men?" Peter asked as he walked with Susan around the room, inspecting gifts, foods, drinks, and decorations for your birthday.

"Suitors," Susan replied vaguely, gauging his reaction. When Peter didn't respond, she gave a cheeky smile. "But I suppose you want to know for who, don't you?"

Peter glanced at his sister before he shrugged. "Are they here for you or Lucy?"

Susan shook her head with a laugh. "No, not at all. They're here for Y/N. They all heard she was turning twenty and wanted to meet her."

Peter felt his jaw clench and his teeth grind. He spared a glance to the group of noblemen across the room. Some were chatting and sipping wine, others were watching the entry ways to see you arrive. Peter guessed some were sons of nobles and others must have been divorced or unmarried men who needed a new wife to help them create their line of succession.

Susan nudged Peter's side and he turned his head to look at her. "What is the matter, Peter? She has to be married soon."

"Not necessarily." Peter could make you a better match than those boys and old men. "We could let her stay here and be happy instead of marrying her off to someone who'll force her to change who she is for them to be happy."

Susan stopped walking and made Peter halt. "What's gotten into you?" Susan was far from stupid, let alone ignorant. But she suspected much about Peter and the way he acts when you're mentioned. "Don't you want her to find somebody?"

Peter sighed and turned his head to Susan. "Of course, I do, Su. But they won't love her like I know I can. I'd treat her better than they could."

"Peter," Susan breathed, her smile growing wide. She was so worried about you not finding the love of your life that she hadn't bothered to see that maybe he was closer than you assumed. "You love her, don't you?"

Peter sighed heavily as his heart beat became sporadic. Yes, he did. High King Peter the Magnificent loved you. He didn't know how it happened, but in the two years you've been in Cair Parvelle, something had made him love and care for you.

"Susan, I do. And I don't want her to go. I want her to stay here. With me." He answered, letting Susan see his heart. "I'll marry her instead."

"Marry who?" Lucy interjected as she arrived to stand beside Susan. In the last six years, Lucy grew to become as beautiful as their sister. It always showed when she dressed up. But behind Lucy was you and Peter noticed you walking across the ballroom floor, looking nothing like yourself. Then you got stopped by a pair of hands from one of the princes he saw earlier and Peter felt his hand fall to the hilt of sword.

Susan whispered in Lucy's ear and Lucy grinned at Peter. "Oh, Peter. She'll be so happy to hear that."

Peter wasn't listening, he was walking towards you and the Acherman Prince. Susan grabbed Edmund's elbow as he arrived and pointed to the scene across the room. Edmund nodded and walked on the other side, investigating the scene.

You pulled and clawed as the Prince's hands tried to keep you from getting away. Who did this fool think he is? You turned around and tried to push him away, but nothing worked. This boy must be built like a minotaur.

"Prince Zarek, I must insist you get your hands off of me." You beat your fists against his chest and sighed.

Prince Zarek gave a laugh of pure mockery. "You don't put up much of a fight, do you?"

You scoffed, "At least I don't fight like a girl, you prick."

You swung your head forward and it connected with his nose. You heard a crunching sound and then a shout of pain. You rubbed your forehead and looked at the Prince. "I said to get your hands off of me."

You fixed your skirts and your tiara before you continued to accept and decline dances. Peter watched you exchange pleasantries with your birthday guests and smiled. You were just as remarkable as he always thought. And you certainly just proved that.

As you finished dancing with an older noble, you grabbed a goblet of wine and drank a few swallows. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and paused when your eyes met his gaze. Peter chuckled as your face began to pinken. He made his way over as he exchanged greetings with other nobility. He took your wine and drank the rest.

"You are quite the little fighter." Peter mused as he smiled at you. "Who taught you that?"

You snorted as you put your hands on your hips. "Don't make me inflate your ego, you know it was you, Peter."

Peter laughed as he set the empty chalice back on the table. He held his hand out for you to take. "Care to dance with me?"

You felt your neck and ears burn, surely as red as you thought they were. You were just glad that you looked better than you did thirty minutes ago. Lucy made you look as beautiful as Susan and as girlish as herself. In a light green dress with silver linings and trim and high heeled shoes, you looked like the princess you were supposed to be. As uncomfortable as the things were to wear, you supposed you should be thankful that Lucy made you look good enough to have Peter dance with you.

You hesitantly put your hand in his and smiled. "It'd be a pleasure, Your Grace."

Peter hummed as he pulled you into the middle of the crowd. He put a hand on your waist and the other still held yours as he danced across the floor with you.

"You look beautiful, you know." Peter murmured as he twirled you in a circle before pulling you back into his arms.

You scoffed as you gazed at him through your lashes. "As opposed to when I don't?"

"No. You look beautiful all the time, even covered in dirt with leaves in your hair." Peter stopped your waltz and spun you to face him again. His words reached a place in your heart that never thought it'd be filled. You looked away from him then and he smiled at the utter innocence of the action. "You don't believe me, do you?"

"I don't know. Nobody else thinks so, so why should you?" You replied as you stepped away, but still close enough for Peter to touch you.

Peter reached out and tucked a piece of fallen hair behind your ear. "Because I know you and I want you to know that if you decide to marry one of the suitors here for you, I'll let you even if it breaks my heart to see you do so."

You felt breathless as he pulled you closer again and you welcomed it. Peter had always been extremely attractive to you, from the moment you heard stories about the boy to the moment you met the man. Sandy blonde hair that looked soft enough to touch and blue eyes to drown in with muscles in the right places, Peter grew up to be the image of a king and he was a complete gentleman.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered softly, cupping your face in his hands. And he smiled when you nodded.

The butterflies escaped their cage as Peter's lips met yours. They fluttered wildly as your hands clutched the silky fabric of his tunic, pulling him closer. Peter wrapped his arms around your waist and held you against him.

Peter broke away and stared at you with a grin on his face. You looked as breathless as he felt. Your eyes were closed as you touched your lips and he loved how he was the one to kiss those lips first. But the words you said is what made him weak for you.

"That was my first kiss," you said wistfully as your eyes opened to look at Peter.

"Happy Birthday, Y/N." He replied as he kissed you a second time.

You hummed contently as you felt better about your unnecessary worries from earlier. As much as Rosa may think you weren't a Princess worth marrying to any Prince, it seemed a High King wanted you despite all your unladylike activities. And knowing that was enough for your heart to belong to Peter. And it did.

Peter knew he could love you better than anyone else could. And he knew he'd treat you better. And he'd be damned if he didn't prove it to you. He would. Everyday, he would.

So he danced with you for the rest of the night and he laughed with you and he kissed you over and over again. And across the ballroom, from their place by the balcony, the three youngest Pevensies grinned as they watched you both.

They were as happy as you both felt. You both found the love of your life and it was each other. You were in good hands and so was Peter.

And soon they joined you both, dancing with you both as a family. Letting the night fill with love, hope, and joy.

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Hope you all enjoyed this first piece!

Feel free to request for more for Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy, and Caspian.

If you'd like to be tagged for my Narnia writings, let me know.

Movie: Narnia

Pairing: None yet, maybe a peter x reader

Summary: Feeling nostalgic, you went to your, newly bought, Disney+. Searching through seas of different and familiar movies, but only stopping at one. Narnia, the movie you and your family desperately adore. Having many good memories with the movie, you decided to play it. Only for your vision to fade to black. Awaken by the sound of children voices, and hands shaking your shoulders. Voices compelling you to be awoken, you groggily open your eyes to see, familiar yet, unknown faces, and a different world not your own. A journey awaits, and a strong blade to be held, a war to win. And a prophecy to complete.

“How dare she!” You yelled, throwing your book bag onto your small twin size bed. The old bed creaking from the sudden weight. Frustratingly running your fingers through your hair, down your face, stretching down your eyes and lips in anger. Than plopping on your bed, making it shake with a threatening rattle.

“HEY! What’s going on up there!” Yelled the voice of your mother. You could clearly hear that she was tired and in desperate need of relaxation. And not wanting to awaken a demon, you quickly apologized. “SORRY MOTHER! Nothings wrong!”

Heaving a sigh, you thought about what you could do with your problem. Either lay around and not do anything about it, or just relax and watch a movie.

You chose the latter obviously. Quickly running over to your desk, that stood next to your wardrobe, and getting your laptop. Flipping it open, and going to Disney+.

You searched through many old and nostalgic movies, yet you couldn’t find the right one yet. Searching for a bit longer, still nothing.

Until you suddenly got an idea of a movie you’ve been itching to watch for years! Swiftly moving the mouse onto the search bar and typing in the specific movie you desperately wanted to watch to finally rid yourself of school and stress.

Practically screeching when you found the perfect movie, and immediately pressing on it. You were so excited that you started to bounce around in place and staring around the room in anticipation as the movie loaded; but what you didn’t notice was the, now, swirling black hole coming from your screen, inch by inch, getting bigger.

Not up until the very last minute, did your pea for brains finally comprehend what was in front of you, and how potentially dangerous and extremely weird it was. Alas, when you tried to move away from it, something grabbed your leg, quickly pulling you into its dark abyss without much complaint, and being unable to yell loud enough to be heard over the loud movie your mother was watching.

The last thing you saw looking back at your room once more with tears swelling in your eyes, was that your mother would be alone, and how dearly you didn’t want that to happen since she’d probably think you left her like your father did. When he found out she was pregnant with you.

Finally accepting that you weren’t getting out of this, you let yourself fall, and you fell deep into the hole where you couldn’t see your room anymore and only a black and big abyss. Feeling as if you were losing conscious, you closed your eyes willingly and tiredly after trying to fight this thing.

You’ll have to deal with this whole situation after you get a good rest, because right now, you could practically sleep through an alien invasion.

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“My dear child! Please wake up! PLEASE!”

Snapping open your eyes, you were blinded by raging lights and you could feel your ears combust from all the loud and fearful noises. Your mind was completely out of it, resulting in your eye sight being blurry and only being able to see the outlines of fires and silhouettes.

This scared you beyond belief. It was like something your never experienced before. Your lungs contracted against your frantic commands. Your body practically having a mind of it’s own, and it horrified you! It felt as if you looked into the snake demon in the eyes herself, and became a mere statue. Isolated, yet still being able to feel, hear, smell. It was complete torture.

Until a harsh sting had erupted on your right cheek. It soon after left a dull ringing In your ear. Your cheek had now turned a bright rosy red, implanted with a hand print of the one who had slapped you. The pain shot through your entire body, down to the tip of your toes, and all the way to the top of your head. It was enough force to make your eyes tear up a bit.

And just enough for you to get out of your stupor, having been thinking before you got slapped; although now that train of thoughts had disappeared. You looked around angrily, searching for the person that had the audacity to touch you in such a way, only a mother could!

You angled your head towards the guilty person who had just slapped you across the cheek. Yes it was for a good reason, and yes you should be grateful since you now knew you were in a dangerous situation, but you still couldn’t let up the fact that they had to SLAP YOU! They could’ve pinched you! Although you knew that wouldn’t be enough to get you out of it.

You looked at the person at fault, who had looked down. Possibly from the fact that they had realized it wasn’t the right thing they should’ve done, especially in a situation like this one. There were practically bombs going off everywhere! And one could even hit them from above.

(Y/n) had soon finally realized, that maybe she was taking this a bit too harshly, and should not blame this person. For they had given her a safe place, away from this war she had found herself in, right after she was sucked into that black ho-

‘Wait a tick, WHERE THE FLIPPITY FLAPS AM I?!’, you hysterically thought as your incomputable brain cells had the AMAZING idea to look at the people who had saved you. So, you did, only to be left with a hanging mouth, and eyes as huge as dinner plates.

In front of you, were the so called, sons of Adam, and daughters of Eve. The Kings and Queens Of Narnia. The hero’s, and children, you looked up to when you were a smol lil bean. (Uwu u wer so cute)

There was a pregnant silence that had taken over the small cabin. Even the bombs had stopped, and that’s what had made the silence even more eerie. It was as if time had stopped, it’d had frozen, and you were the only one that was capable of moving. Well, not up until Edmund had started to wave a hand across your face. “I think she’s a bit thick, pretty, but thick in the head.”, he had said with a taunting smirk.

Even in a situation, where he should be scared and crying, like he was in the movie, he had the audacity to call you thick. Now you remembered all the times of back then when you used to get mad at Edmund for selling out aslan and his sibling to that witch. You were practically seething on your couch when he did it for food. Your parents had to stop and hold you down before you could damage the tv thinking it would hurt Edmund. Yes, you may be a hypocrite since you’d sell anyone out for anything, JUST for food, but who wouldn’t???

“Oh, I’m thick? Why thank you for noticing! I’ve been doing two squats a day, squating low to get to the bottom of the refrigerator, all the way to the top to get my snacks. It has its advantages.”, you had answered with a knowing smirk. And you had received the reaction you had wanted from the little asshole, a bright red hue, across his ears, and down his neck. He practically glowed!

Although, the moment was ruined by a shock wave hitting the ground hard. You had tipped over by the sheer force it was giving out, and fell on peter. Not that you minded. You looked up at him, and into his eyes. He was already looking at you, with wide eyes, and a blush adorned on his already rosy cheeks. Giving him a thankful smile and a quite ‘thank you’, you got back on your two feet and stood awkwardly next to each other.

“So, anyone wanna play ‘who’s gonna die first?’.”, you had recived ludicrous and surprised faces at the suggestion. The cabin was once again awkwardly and filled with silence.

“Tough crowd”....

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“Alright, so you’re going to be taken in by a man who was generous enough to take care of all of you until the war has ended. Do not give him any trouble, or more than he already has for taking care of all of you. Especially you (y/n).”, Mrs. Pevensi had given you a point stare. To others, she’d seem a bit strict, but to you, you could tell she had said it dripping with amusement.

“Of course i will cause him troubl-, I meannnnn.”, chuckling to yourself at your “mistake”. Which had earned you another pointed look. Although this one seemed real.

Breaking the silence with a groan, you had accepted your fate and had pledged, like a Girl Scout, to Mrs. Pevensi that you wouldn’t cause any trouble to the old man.

What she didn’t know was that behind your back, was your pointer and middle finger crossed over each other, and out of her sight. You had to contain your smile when you saw peter looking at you with a smile of his own, having seen your crossed fingers and had known what it meant.

“Bye my dears!”, their mother looked at them sadly.

The train had started moving, and the siblings had deflated in their seats. Lucy looked up at peter sadly, “Will mummy be ok?” Having looked up from your conversation with Susan, you also stared at peter, awaiting his answer. When he had yet to say something, you had decided to speak up for him, since you could see Lucy becoming even sadder when she saw that her brother couldn’t answer.

“It’s alright Lucy. I’m sure she’s fine! Besides, you have us don’t you?”, soon receiving a small and innocent smile from the small girl, which had made your insides flutter and your cheeks to turn a beautiful light pink. You just wanted to squeeze the poor girl to death, UGH!

“Everything will be fine.”, peter reassured once more, looking up at you from his lap, where his hands had been neatly folded. He smiled at you, a smile that melted your heart, and made all the bad thoughts and memories in your head immediately vanish. His eyes were a deep and beautiful blue, that if they were hit by the sum, they’d look like a tropical ocean. You just wanted to jump in and swim in them for all eternity.

The same went for peter. He had fallen, and he’d fallen hard. He just loved the way she laughed so freely and carelessly, as if there was no war. As if there was only good in the world. And oh god, those beautiful and full pink/nude lips of hers, oh how soft they looked. He’d imagined many times How’d they feel on his. Or when he’d look at her hair, such lucious and curly/wavy/straight/shaved hair. That practically shined in the sun and looked so soft, that if he touched it, he’d never want to let go.

“PETER!”, shouted out a boyish voice right next to the daydreaming and love struck boy. Peter had to hold onto the train seat to steady himself from the shocking noise and having to comprehend what was happening. Turning towards the voice ready to fight for his siblings if needed, only to be hit in the face with his suitcase. “We’re here you idiot!”, Edmund, oh how he wanted to punch that boys face. But than it dawned on him, was he day dreaming for THAT long? He looked around to see if it wasn’t another stupid joke, and it certainly wasn’t, since he was the only one in the cart left. Everyone else was already outside and on the carriage that seemed to be for them.

Peter quickly grabbed his bag without any hesitation and ran out the train, jumping at the last step. He continued to jog all the ay over to the carriage where he was met with another smirk of the girl he adored. The mischievous look in her eyes as she had looked him over, head to toe, made his body feel as if he was shot by an electric bult. Oh and how his heart swelled. “Are you listening to me boy!?”, he once again was yelled at, which was caused, again, by day dreaming.

Peter looked at the new and unfamiliar woman who had just yelled at him, seeing that she had wrinkles all over her face, and practically radiated an aura of strictness and power. Something and someone he didn’t want to mess with. “Y-Yes ma’am.”, peter responded quickly with well learned manners.

“Good, now hurry up, we can’t keep the Professor waiting!” She said in an annoyingly shrill voice, that was already giving you a head ache. You rolled your eyes at her, but than looking over at peter and watching as he lifted his, seemingly heavy, suit case without breaking a sweat.

Biting your lip, you looked at his arms, and thought of some unholy things you could do with those strong and beautiful biceps.

“Oh, I’m gonna enjoy this.”, you had said to yourself as the carriage finally started to move, slowly, but surely moving. And you were right, you are gonna enjoy it, and you’ll make sure of it.