Ed will hear about this
peter pevensie x reader
summary ☞ Edmund has an habit of teasing his older brother for how down bad and apphrensive he is for his girlfriend. But Peter doesn't really stop giving him further arguments to the theory, does he?
word count ☞ 1.3k
warnings ☞ fluff, set into golden age, reader and peter are both 18, mentions of war, reader's fallen ill with a fever, jedis is a bitch, peter is 100% a freaked out loser lover, not proofread, lowk bad writing (esp the ending), use of YN
mene's notes ☞ i kinda hate this one, but ik that nothing even remotely better would come out if i tried rewriting it, so... leave a comment and a reblog! based on this req
dividers by ☞ @cursed-carmine, @cafekitsune
The Pevensies’ reign was a true blessing to Narnia; The Golden Age had started.
A whole year had passed since the Battle of Beruna— where the four siblings defeated the White Witch, and put an end to the Eternal Winter she had cast upon Narni— and since their coronation as Kings and Queens of Narnia.
Peter had led the army against the Northern Witch with his sword held high and tight in his right hand, and now he was High King Peter the Magnificent. The most brave, courageous and wise king Narnia ever met.
Susan had led the archers, and with her bow at the ready and clear instructions, the archers were able to take down the Witch’s allies. For her caring nature and logic she obtained the title of Queen Susan the Gentle.
Edmund had sided with the Witch for a brief period of time, as he was promised a place where no one could tell him what to do, but later realised his siblings were the only place he wanted to be. That's how King Edmund the Just had born. Wit the sharpest and quickest in all Narnia, fiercely loyal to his family and exceptionally strategic mind.
Lucy, despite being only nine years old when the battle had taken place, had played a significant role in the aftermath. Her Healing Cordial had restored many injured soldiers fallen to enemies’ strength, including Edmund who had been mortally wounded by Jedis’ Wand. Her unyielding faith, compassion and forgiving self were what made her Queen Lucy the Valiant.
Narnia flourished under their guidance. The five rulers seemed born to guide the land, and by mixing their traits and opinions, Narnia was reborning altogether.
Five rulers, as the ancient prophecy recited. YN had found shelter at Professor Kirke’s mansion just a few weeks before the Pevensies' arrival. Tenderness had sparked almost instantly between her and the oldest, but it was only through the events that culminated with the Battle of Beruna that the two called it love. She always stood close by Peter. His confidant, his support when it was needed. And despite their relationship, she never feared to oppose him. She remained loyal to her opinions, even when they clashed with Peter's.
Perhaps she wasn't a Pevensie by blood. However, nothing could take away the close bond that she shared with them. And now, she was High Queen YN, the Temperate.
See, Peter was indeed brave, courageous, wise and unshakable. Of course he was. Enemies trembled before his firm hand on his sword and determined blue eyes.
That, however, was true only in certain circumstances. Because when it came to her, he became the epitome of apprehensiveness. It's not that he didn't trust her to fend for herself. On many occasions he got proof that his girlfriend didn't need him to hover and watch over her. He couldn't help it.
Even before coming to Narnia, Peter had shown his care for his loved ones through… Strong acts. Edmund teased him the most for it. Often brought up his “rebellious streak”— as he liked to call it— as an argument to it. Called him names left and right. Sometimes it was ‘Lover boy’, sometimes ‘Down bad’. It's safe to say it was one of Edmund’s favourite hobbies.
But now, High King Peter was panicking.
YN had fallen ill with a high temperature, and he felt like it was his duty to get her back in good health.
He had just got back from a rather exhausting meeting with the generals about Archenland’s border raids, and he was absolutely worn out. The solid gold crown he wore made a deep sound when he discarded it on the drawer by the doors, his boots soon followed, discarded carelessly somewhere on the floor.
A deep, heavy sigh fell out of his nose, right hand riking through his hair, as if the action alone would scare off the headache that was already thrumming behind his eyes. He plopped down at the bed’s feet, facing away from her, and let his head fall in his hands, arm braced on his knees.
“Meeting ran longer than expected, love”, he muttered quietly. “Archenland is really testing my patience lately…”
He cleared his throat and straightened back up. “We've just started recovering from the war against Jedis, and they're already pressuring us into another one…”, he voiced out his concerns.
It was a normal occurrence for them. Whenever she couldn't attend the meetings herself for whatever reason, he’d fill her in and discuss the topics together. He valued her inputs.
Therefore, it was quite unusual for her to be that silent. At this point, she'd have piped in and let him know her position on the matter, comforted him or given out advice. Instead, she had been quiet. Ever since he'd set foot inside their private quarters. Which was even odder. She always greeted him with a warm smile and a soft kiss.
Peter turned to face her, and there she was. Laid out on the red and golden–rimmed beddings, still wearing her silky night robe. He stood and made it to her, kneeling on the wooden floor to be at her eye–level. “Love?”, he called out softly, his voice barely over a whisper.
He watched as her eyebrows scrunched uncomfortable, her head lulling to the sound of his voice. A hand reached out and brushed her rosy cheek, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, but froze halfway when he felt her skin boil under his fingertips. “Aslan… You're burning up, YN…”, he mumbled under his breath, blue eyes sweeping over her weakened frame. Panic positively rose in his eyes when a weak whimper reached his ears.
Like a lightning, he jumped on his feet and scrambled to the doors, uncaring of how little regal he might have seemed to the maids in the halls, or cared enough to slip in his boots. He swung open the doors, and immediately took off in a run, steps echoing through the halls.
He passed by some maids, every single one looking utterly surprised to see the High King so worked up. They tried to stop him, calling out to him, but all his mind could think of was “find Lucy”. It was like a mantra, the chorus of a song stuck in your head.
He swiftly turned left. The gardens were his destination. The little Queen had been spending loads of days out in the gardens with Mr Tumnus lately, and frankly, he was hoping he'd find her there. Soon, unfiltered sunlight clouded his vision, and saw his sister reading under a tree.
“Lucy! Quick!”, he shouted. “The Cordial!”
Lucy looked up and blinked up confused at the sight of her brother running towards her. She placed down her book and stood up. “Peter? What happened?”
Panting heavily, he wasted no time to grab his sister's hand and dragged her to his quarters. “No time, Lu! YN needs your Cordial!”
And in under a few minutes, they had reached their bedroom. He led her inside, to the bed where his girlfriend laid, her skin flushed an angry red. A gasp left Lucy's lips. “She's sick!”
“Don’t tell me, Lu!”, he grumbled.
She rolled her eyes up at her brother. “Don't freak out, Peter. My Cordial will heal her in no time”
Her little hands grasped at the tiny vial tied around her waist, and poured a few drops into the older girl's mouth, with Peter pacing behind her and sneaking some worried glances.
“She'll be back on her feet quickly, right?”, he asked on edge.
Lucy nodded her head, smiling up at him. “Just give it time to work”
“How much?”, he fired back.
“She's not dying, Peter!”, she chuckled amused. “I've never seen you so worried!”
“That's what everyone says at first… Then they end up cold”
She snickered. “Just you wait until Ed hears about this!”
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