#peter pevensie imagine

So I know it’s been a while since I’ve written, but I’ve been working at this for a long time. It’s based off a request, I kind of took creative reins here so I’m sorry @ requestee, I hope you like it! Let me know if anyone wants this idea for the other siblings. (The * is because I found a tumblr post including that quote, but I couldn’t find the original creator) 

Request: “I’ve wondered what it would be like if the kids had families in Narnia. When they were kings and queens and were old enough to have families of their own or at least significant others. Would you be ok with writing an imagine or scenario on that? Edmund or Peter would do if you can only do one (I used to have a crush on both of them growing up lol)”

Any true Narnian knows of the Golden age, the years of peace and prosperity that hailed from the reign of the Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve: High King Peter, the Magnificent; King Edmund, the Just; Queen Susan, the Gentle; and Queen Lucy, the Valiant.

Stories and legends passed down among generations, whispered through the thick woods during the Telmarines reign, words of hope, and tales of greatness.
Many focus upon these stories themselves, rather than think of the individuals that lived it, and for good reason too.
For anyone knows, gaze too strongly upon greatness and you will find despair.

“A king is not a ruler. He is, first and foremost, a protector. There are legends of King Peter’s wrath.”*
“Ah, dear one, let us not trouble your father any longer,” you had smiled lovingly at your son before turning to look up at him.
Your son’s fingers wrapped strongly around yours as he tottled warily; walking a new frontier for him to discover.
You bent over, holding him up carefully and making sure he wouldn’t fall.
“He’s been at it all day!” You laughed, immediately bringing a wider grin on Peter’s face. Your laugh, oh Aslan, how he loved your laugh. It made your face light up, your nose would crinkle, and it sounded like a dryad.
“Love, You should know you two never trouble me. Besides, I ought to start referring to you as three shan’t I?” Peter stood, rushing over to swing his son up into his arms and pressing a light kiss to your lips.
“Mmh, probably,” you placed a hand upon your growing stomach and tickled your son’s arm lightly. “I’ll be due in a few weeks, and then we’ll have another one keeping us up at night,” your eyes twinkled mischievously.  
“All worth it, my Queen,” Peter’s chest rumbled with laughter as he glanced out the castle window. The sun shone on the sea, and laughter and music could be heard from the courtyard.
His gaze dropped down to you- you who were so expertly tucked under his arm, your eyes alight with life and joy and love, the hand placed lovingly on your belly,  to your son, who was perched on his hip like always, who’s lips bubbled with childlike laughter and livelihood, and he knew.
“All worth it.”
Peter blinked frantically, it was another dream, always the same.
He tried to grapple with sleep, make it pull him back in, for only a moment longer, only one more second of your smile, one more second of your son’s cheek upon his shoulder, one more second…
But you were gone, out of reach, out of hold, just like every time he woke from slumber.

He knew the train was going to crash, he felt the air grow heavy as it had before battle, as if mourning the losses it was about to witness.
He wasn’t scared, though he knew, in theory, he should have been.
In this world’s view he was only 22, his whole life ahead of him, everything to gain…
He glanced into his brother’s eyes.
They held the same knowledge his possessed.
There were far greater things they had left behind, and maybe, just maybe, this journey wouldn’t be so bad.
Edmund held out his hand, a comforting gesture, and Peter gratefully took it. 

Renewed.
Peter glanced down and released his brother’s hand.
His brother- Edmund. He once again appeared as he had during their reign, his crown upon his dark head and his features mature. To his left stood his sister, Lucy, once again mature, her red hair falling in waves down her gown.
His parents, Eustace, Jill, the professor as he had only seen in pictures- they were in Narnia, and before them stood the great lion Aslan.
He felt the familiar weight of his crown on his head, and Peter Pevensie truly smiled.
Not only that, but he laughed, a light boyish like laugh.
He had been so angry.  
Anger, what a silly emotion that was.
There was no need for anger in Aslan’s country.
He ran and embraced the lion, and oh how comforting was his fur.
He felt like the boy he had once been; many years ago, he felt like the King that had sat at Cair Paravel’s throne, and when the gates opened, he felt the flutter in his heart that he had lost so long ago.  
You, oh how magnificent you were.
It was as if he breathed a breathe of fresh air, and his heart lept with joy.
Beside you, a young boy held your hand firmly, and in your arms was a beautiful toddler, a young girl.
The rest of His family, you were reunited.
He simply ran towards you, no words needed exchanging as he pulled you in his arms, the young boy wrapped around his legs, and the young girl clutching his two pointer fingers.
He was back, and he was home.
He glanced at Aslan, the great lion had grown, and he nodded once.
High King Peter, the magnificent, was home.

Dating Peter Pevensie would include headcanons

anon said: What dating Peter Pevensie (Narnia) in Narnia would include, please?

A/N: hii love!! thank you for requesting, I hope you like this

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• Peter had never expected himself to fall for someone while in Narnia still
• No, he loved it there, but he had to get back to their own world, it was the right thing to do
• But then he had met you, and nothing else seemed clearer anymore
• You seemed to shine, by how much he could only stare at you when you were around
• Your smile would make him tremble and your laughter would make him smile as well, even if you had not been talking to him at all at the moment
• His siblings noticed it after a short time, of course. They knew him too well to not see just how astonished he was everytime you were in the room
• Peter doesn’t mind some of the teasing, he had expected it already. In fact, it seemed to make his feelings for you even more real and somehow it felt good for him
• And even though Peter felt like that, he never expected you to feel the same way. You were always polite and warm with him, but you were like that to everybody, and that’s a lovely thing. He just knew it wasn’t just for him
• But then one day, after he spent the whole evening talking to someone else at the camp, Susan came to him and said that she had seen you staring at them and that you were definitely jealous and sad
• And then Peter came out to you to talk. You had to talk and figure out how the other felt
• It turned out, you ended up just staring into each other’s eyes and kissing deeply, the non said words more clearer than they had ever been
• You kissed deeply and meaningfully, hungrily and held on to each other with strength as if afraid to let go
• It turns out, your future relationship could be defined just like that
• Peter was to be a King in the future, and you supported him with all you had
• You fought battles together and you were scared, afraid of losing him, every second of those days and so has he about you. The mutual fear was indeed a thing
• But you turned out good, he turned out good
• And after those long days of battles, with people who threatened Narnia and it’s people, you would meet each other and just lean your foreheads together
• Enjoying one another by the simple fact of being there
• And Peter, would never want to leave