#( high king peter )

[kingorqueenofnarnia]

Peter, fifteen and fresh out of a bloody and brutal war, sneaking out of Cair Paravel in the middle of the night and going to the river, sticking his head into ice-cold water to shock himself out of a nightmare riddled sleep. Narnia won, but at what cost?

Peter, lying in Susan's bed with his fingers curled tightly into the fabric of her skirts, dried tear tracks on his face and Susan singing quietly in an effort to comfort him. Her fingers pick apart the strands of his hair and he falls asleep only to wake up an hour later with screams on his lips.

Peter, wrapping his arms around an Edmund who has returned from war and murmuring frantic thanks to the Gods for keeping him alive. He presses kisses on Edmund's forehead, cheeks, nose and eyelids, and considers the idea of never letting any of his siblings out of his sight ever again.

Peter, sitting on the High King's throne at the age of thirteen and wondering if he is worthy of this, if he deserves this, if he is capable of this. He is thirteen and barely knows anything about anything and he is High King who should know everything about everything is he worthy is he deserving is he capable he does not know—

Peter, in Lucy's room sitting on the floor with his back pressed to her bed, allowing her to braid flowers into his hair as he stares at the wall. The Victory Parade is in a few hours, but they lost many soldiers and people and Peter has lost sleep and sanity and good friends. Narnia has won but Peter has lost.

Peter, carrying a candle to the Castle Library at two in the morning and pulling out a book about children's fables. He cannot sleep, might as well distract himself. The candle dies down and the sun comes up, and Peter drags himself back to his quarters to get ready.

Peter, who locks himself in his chambers and does not come out for days and days, who refuses food and drink and buries himself under his blankets and stares out the window with blank eyes and slack eyebrows, who does not speak and does not cry and pushes his face into his pillow and screams for the nightmares to go away please I'll do better I just want to sleep please stop please—

Peter, who wants peace and contentment, but cannot help but go to war. Peter, who is quiet and introspective but needs to be loud and abrasive because he is High King. Peter, who wishes he could put down the sword that he wields as easily as he breathes.

Peter, who desires peace, but becomes a God of War

[awillowdryad]

'"That, O Man," said Aslan, "is Cair Paravel of the four thrones, in one of which you must sit as King. I show it to you because you are the first-born and you will be High King over all the rest."'

Okay so I painted this awhile ago and I did cheat a little in this scene because I didn't want to paint the Narnian camp and all those itty bitty tents! I also added the outline of Cair Paravel on the horizon.

Painted with watercolours! :)

[narniansteel]

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

[versatancore]

peter *flirty* : i love you :)

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

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

caspian : i hate you.

[knightofthenewrepublic]

[medievalandfantasymelee]

THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE

QUALIFYING ROUND: 134th Tilt

High King Peter the Magnificent, The Chronicles of Narnia (2005-2008) VS. Robin Hood, The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938)

Propaganda

High King Peter the Magnificent, The Chronicles of Narnia (2005-2008) Portrayed by: Noah Huntley*

“I mean. He's called the Magnificent for a reason. He defeats the Giants of the North, he duels King Miraz and wins, and he has a sword named Rhindon”

Robin Hood, The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938) Portrayed by: Errol Flynn

“In so many ways Errol Flynn is the blueprint for every Robin Hood that came after him—nobody should be able to make a cocky guy who laughs all the time likeable, yet Flynn brings so much charm you can't help but fall in love with him. He is truly a merry man, yet somehow not annoying, and his balance between caring deeply about the people affected by the taxes and his own lighthearted approach to life is just.... can anybody Robin Hood more than this Robin Hood? I don't think so.”

Additional Propaganda Under the Cut

*Master of Revels' Note: As with Skandar Keynes' Edmund, Peter as portrayed by William Mosely could not be admitted for obvious reasons, but this is a character-based tournament, so his hot qualities that you know and love should still be considered when voting.

Additional Propaganda

For High King Peter:

No Additional Propaganda Submitted

For Robin Hood:

-“Look, I'm going to say it: we wouldn't have most of the men and media properties in this tournament if it weren't for Errol Flynn, his weaponizable charm, and the way his thighs look in tights.”

(+ Bonus Will Scarlett)

[nightingale2004]

My fancast for the Pevensie siblings (adult version)

High king Peter Pevensie, the magnificent

Faceclaim: Nikolaj Coster-Waldau

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King Edmund Pevensie, the Just

Faceclaim: Michiel Huisman

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High Queen Susan Pevensie, the Gentle

Faceclaim: Katie Mcgrath

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Queen Lucy Pevensie, the Valiant

Faceclaim: Jenna Coleman

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+ King Caspian X, the Navigator

Faceclaim: Ben Barnes

(WHY TF WOULD I NEED TO CHANGE HIM?! BEN BARNES IS PERFECTION✨️ 👌 )

[cateyesinlove]

MY Narnia hyper fixation coming back in 2024 the year of our lord and Savior Aslan- Jesus Christ? Yes, very likely.

This is just a small what if mixed with AU prince Caspain movie

Narnia; What if Peter had a Spouse

Gn significant other for Peter

I am an enthusiast of angst so I cannot help to think about how many lovers Lucy and Edmund probably left behind in Narnia( I usually imagine Lucy being pan and poly and Edmund being bi since I mean we all saw the movies 😏 bombastic side eye!) what if Susan had been engaged to a good man who cared for her and it was a good alliance, someone she saw herself loving some day and of course if Peter had been married.

It was a normal day in Cair Paravel when the Siblings never came back from their hunt. Peters's spouse was hosting the weekly tea with their sibling's partners when a frantic fawn ran into the room to inform them that the kings and queens had disappeared

how Peter's spouse was the person everyone else went to when the Pevensies didn't show up after a week, and how they were now in charge of Narnia since they were now King/ Queen Regent.

How they have to deal with the distraught significant others of the Pevensies and have to watch Lucy's girlfriend/s searching high and low, sky and sea's for her but never finding anything until they give up in the one year anniversary of their disappearance.

Edmunds significant other shutting themselves, starting to miss the weekly tea and lunch peters has been holding for years now and then just stop coming over to the palace at all and avoiding everyone until they aren’t heard of again.

And the worst of it all dealing with the fallout of Susan’s engagement.

A man whom everyone learned to care for and came to see as a friend turned cruel and unreasonable, demanding Peter’s spouse marry him in retribution so his kingdom would continue its alliance with Narnia.

Peters's spouse is so overwhelmed not able to decide if they should accept or not, On one hand, they still hold hope their spouse and siblings would come back but on the other, they were the only protector left of Narnia which meant they had to do everything in their power to protect their subject and do what was best for the kingdom. Finally, Oreius is the one to hold a meeting with everyone close to the Royal family to talk to Peter's spouse and make them see Peter nor Susan would expect them to marry, and neither did any of the Narnians who loved their ruler, the one who stayed and has been taking care of them.

They finally reach a decision to reject the marriage proposal and offer instead a trading alliance between the kingdoms. It's accepted but no one ever sees Susan's ex-betroth in Cair Paravel again.

Later that same year Peter's spouse receives a visit from none other than Aslan himself. They are sitting on the beach having what they remember Edmund calling an existential crisis, their guards are away at a respectable distance when they feel someone sitting next to them and when they look there he is, in all his glory- Aslan.

The lion sits and listens to the current ruler of Narnia cry their heart out offering a small nudge hoping to give some comfort. Once they have calmed down Aslan lays down next to them and observes the sunset, and as the sun hits the water on the horizon he finally speaks.

" They are destined to come back," he says and turns to look at them.

Peter's spouse looks up at Aslan, " What?"

" As you heard my child," he replies eyes never leaving the horizon, " The kings and Queens are destined to be back but," he stops turning his head, and looks them in the eyes. " not for years and years to come"

"I'll be gone by then," they say knowing what Aslan hinted at.

" And they will be lost," he says, " confused and scared."

" Is there a way I can..." they speak, not really understanding what they are asking but knowing in their heart, that they are asking for a second chance.

" There is," Aslan said, hesitation in their tone," but it will cost you greatly. "

They waited for more still looking at Aslan.

The lion sighed, " If you wish to wait for them, I can help with that but you would leave Narnia without a ruler. I could freeze your body and send you into a deep sleep only to be awakened when the rightful rulers of Narnia are back."

It dawns on them for a moment before accepting.

They make preparations and a council is placed in line for when the spell is to take place. They say their goodbyes to everyone, their family and friends, and their most loyal guards, a small order is formed that will take care of them in their slumber; The order of the Firebird.

They lay down in a bed full of their favorite flowers and all their friends are their surround them, Aslan walks in and whispers something to them and then gently blows in their face and they are swept into a dreamland.

Years pass and wars happen, by the time of Prince Caspian thousands of years have passed, and many orders of the Firebird have come and gone but always to come back loyal to their ruler and cause.

It's a calm morning in spring when a gasp is heard from the bed where the enchanting Ruler of old Narnia resides. They sit up in the bed and gasp for air as they hold their throat.

It's time, they look around their room confused since this looked nothing like their chambers in Cair Paraval,

 as they tried to stand up their knees give in and they crashed to the floor thats when some guards came running in, guards that looked nothing like their friends who they last saw. 

“ Your Majesty!” they all exclaimed rushing to their side and helping them up. 

“Thank you” They thanked the guards softly as they hold on to them, feeling their body so when suddenly their was a paused in the air, the unspoken fact, they were back- Peter was back. The guards looked expectenly at them waiting for an other or something. They shoved their hands into the pocket in their outfit taking out a golden firefly that immediately glowed and shot into the sky waiting for the party to follow it. 

“Lets find our Kings and Queens” they spoke with a huge smile.

In a hurry the guards prepared horses and cavalry to escort them and find the Kings and Queens, ridding in a centaur who claimed to be a descendant of  Oreius,  they learn that it had been years- thousands actually, they were currently at war and that most of the hope had been lost, the order of the Firebirds and the rebellion were the last of what remained of old Narnia. 

The firefly finally arrived at the destination from the back of Andreas- the centaur who kindly offer to let them ride in their back- they could see a bunch of Narnian’s and… humans, humans who looked exactly like their husband and siblings, a human who was holding Peters sword, a human with the same golden hair that they had run their fingers through every night. 

It was him, their husband, their king, it was..

“PETER!” They shouted jumping out of the centaurs back and landing in the ground not caring about falling or tripping, their only goal to reach their husband. Peter turns around not caring about the man infront of him and runs in their direction. 

Their small guard follows them swiftly, banners and swords drawn surrounding the stranger who has their sword drawn on their King, protecting them. 

Peter reaches them first and hugs them arms around their shoulders, heart beating threatening to burst out of his chest and gripping into the material of their cloths. 

“ You are here,” They whisper and sobs. 

Peter is in tears and tightens the grip on them. “ So are you.” 

They separate from the hug and they caresse Peters's face, tears running down their faces matching Peters. “ You look just like the day we met,” They say softly and chuckle a bit. 

Peter sobs and nuzzles into their palm, “ And you look just like the day I lost you.”

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here it is everyone! hope you enjoyed it! it's a small thing that has been in my mind since I was literally a child. I might develop the idea more but it would be with an actual character but I wanted to put it out to the world first as something anyone can see themselves or their character in!

[bambieyedoll]

⊹ ⋆ ꒰ఎﾟMOODBOARD ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

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

[kingorqueenofnarnia]

High King Peter is Magnificent.

They say that his hair is spun from the purest gold from the holy lands of the Emperor Beyond the Sea, that his eyes are a brighter, more potent blue than any sapphire ever mined and polished, that his lips are soft and pink like the first rosebud of True Spring. They whisper of the ribbons and flowers woven into his hair and the delicate golden crown on an equally golden head, of the gentle smiles that curl over his plush lips and the crinkles around his eyes when he laughs loud and joyful.

They talk of his beauty in reverent tones, sing praises and erect shrines to honour him, and they call him Magnificent.

They don't speak of how the roses and ribbons in his hair are the exact colour of spilled blood, dark red like the paint he smears across his eyes when riding to war. They don't speak of how his gaze carries the weight of the Great Ocean— a vast, open, endless sea that swallows everything in its path, ruthless and without mercy. They don't speak of how his lips are bitten and chapped, curved up into smiles that should appear soft but are more a baring of sharp fangs teeth than anything else. They don't speak of his battle cries, loud enough to make the very earth beneath their feet tremble.

They deliberately don't speak of how Beauty is sometimes described as Terrifying, how Angels are feared by all that lay eyes upon them, about how Celestials are the farthest from Human one can get without losing the human form.

Long Live High King Peter the Magnificent, God amongst Mortals.

[baelaria]

Coming back from Narnia pt. 1 Peter

After getting back, the Pevensies feel out of place, wrong. Merely seconds ago they were kings and queens of Narnia, Susan and Peter almost reaching thirty years of age; and now they are thrown into reality, into young bodies who have barely grasped the concept of life.

When they get back to London and their family house Helen ( their mum ) is thrown off by their behavior. What on earth happened to her kids that might have changed them in such a wast introspective?

Her kids, that she thought she knew so well, are now completely different people. From the affection they all show her to the new intellectual level her children have reached. It all seems surreal, almost impossible.

And one of the most off-putting things she realizes, in matter of time of course, is that all her children have a fond respect of their oldest brother, Peter. And for Helen, this might’ve been even more off-putting, is that he not only likes it but demands it.

When his father first gets back from war, for a few weeks it seems House Pevensie has been thrown into the front lines of a new found war. There is a certain kind of tension you can usually feel before an explosion, and boy does it scare the family.

Peter and his father don’t fight, but you can certainly feel there’s something in the air that tastes only too well like gunpowder. Peter does not really accept at first that he actually isn’t the head of the family, and his father notices right away.

At first it’s benevolent glances and kind smiles, kissing the top of his head before standing up to go fetch the newspaper in the morning. His father loves him, of course, but like this he is also reminding Peter that at the end of the day he is merely a thirteen year old boy with too deep eyes and a feeling of asserting dominance.

But then one day Peter makes a silly comment, mumbling under his breath about how he can’t keep the children in line, and his father is looking at him, deep in his rage, and finds a knowing look, almost mocking, from his oldest.

He’s smacking his fists on the table, pointing to Peter’s room without a word, white rage in his eyes. The others say nothing.

And in that moment a hurtful realization hits Peter. His father doesn’t respect him like he wants to because Peter is not High King anymore, he’s not an adult. In his father’s eyes he’s just an impertinent child who needs a scolding.

And so he leaves it, doesn’t demand constant respect anymore, even though it gnaws away at his own persona. He feels like leaving the role of High King behind him is like leaving Narnia behind him, like a past life. And he’s not completely ready to just do that.

So he asserts his dominance ( almost like an animal, like a lion ) in school. He makes everyone clear that his siblings are not to touch or disrespect. Especially his sisters.

Once in the first weeks of school a stupid fool thought to make a move on Susan, calling her pretty, dashing, extraordinary. But slowly, very slowly, his hand on her upper hip moved lower and lower, and slowly, very slowly, Susan began to feel uncomfortable.

Of course she could’ve hit him. She was a queen, after all. Nobody could touch her without her consent, especially in places that made her feel uncomfortable.

But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she already saw a golden mane shining in the morning sunlight, directly pointing at her and the silly boy. She saw two big strong hands placing themselves on the shoulders of the boy with an immense force, and a moment after the boy was on the floor, spitting out grass and dirt.

Peter looked at the boy fuming with rage, and wanted to hit again, but was met with Susan’s reassuring hands on his chest, stopping him from hitting the boy properly. At the end Susan was called the Gentle for a reason.

But after that curious episode, no one dared to touch Susan again. A few bullies tried to properly beat Peter once in a while, but after nearly six months, Peter was unreachable.

And so his respect was also earned in school, after time also by teachers.

But at home, his father was the head of the family. And it was almost too bitter to be reminded that. From High King to respectful son.

[mamalunawolf]

Y'all...remember this baby here?

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

Bruh look at him now!!!

I just can't 🫠💀

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

[narnianskys]

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

They fear him.

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

They love him.

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

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

[thepremedthatwrites]

On the House (pt. 3)

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

requested by @theonottsbxtch

part 1 | part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Quit calling her that, will you?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m off tomorrow, does that work?”

“Perfect. We’ll meet here?”

“Is one o’clock good for you?”

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

[kaitlinamberxo]

“When Aslan bares his teeth, winter meets its death.”

kaitlin's 100 favorite fictional muses — 5/100: Peter Pevensie

[robinsunrest]

Susan: I require assistance.

Peter, running on two crackers and four hours of sleep: I’m here to help!