Peter Pevensie X Reader Novels & Stories

He had always hoped to be like him, he would make him his mentor and learn all he needs to know from him but first, he had to heal him. He had tried so many healing techniques on Darin but none of them seemed to work. He started to see things differently from the day that he bit his colleague. Instead of him becoming like Darin, he looked monstrous and irritating, even more, disoriented. Peter’s grand-aunt was a witch before she passed away. He tried to trace her possible friends and people that were like her. Maybe they would know what is wrong with Darin. When Elijah ordered his termination, Peter only slowed down his heartbeat, so that it was impossible to be felt by anyone. That was just

He was really afraid that if he let go of her hand, she would run away. Mia nodded, she obediently stood beside him, waiting. Peter picked up a large volume of books and stood in front of her: "Give me this." Mia couldn't hide her curious eyes: "This is..." Peter carried the book and looked around for her car, Mia could only follow. He lifted his chin: "Open the car door and leave." He put one of those booklets in the back seat of her car: “This is the first gift I gave you. It's also just a "WE" series, so please don't criticize it."

The young man smiled, snorting happy to be able to look directly into my eyes, "because I have made your voice inaudible to your friend." I frowned, not understanding what he meant. Without even asking he already knew the question that was in my head. “ My name is Peter, Peter G. Wilson. And I, descendant of witches. You get what I mean right?” My eyes widen at that, “and I've made your friend's voice inaudible … by magic,” he added anxiously. "You are okay?" he asked as he touched my cheek.

Between Draven being angry with me, Laura who takes me for a toy and Lucian who constantly challenges me, it is nice to have someone friendly in this house. "Thank you, Peter. I really appreciate what you're doing to make me feel at home here." I suddenly notice the uncertainty in his gaze. Peter has both a melancholic character and a strong will to hold back, a huge contrast to the other members of this family. I suspect he's not really used to a bit of human warmth. I bite hungrily into one of the pastries and let out a little sigh of satisfaction. "We can hand this in and maybe ask Sarah to join us! "

Peter frowned and gave a dismissive snort. “There’s nothing interesting about those events.” “Please take me,” Xena coaxed, gently shaking his arm. Her voice was soft and sweet. “I just want to see more of the world. Please?” Her pleading pleased him more than he wanted to admit. In the end, he gave in. “All right, all right. I’ll take you.” Then, as if something had just occurred to him, Peter suddenly asked, “Do you think Felix Gibson and his ex-wife will remarry?”

"Um, okay...but it's kind of...graphic." Okay, now I'm curious about the book. "Come on, tell me. I don't care if it's graphic." "Well, if you insist..." a smirk curls Logan's lips, and he continues to read. "Robbie gripped his shoulders when Peter entered his office. Robbie then pressed his lips to Peter's with such urgency that he couldn't help the amount of precum spurting into the front of his pants..." "OKAY!" I exclaim. "That's enough, thank you!"

he shrugged throwing the pliers to the ground turning to exit. "You monster! I saved Evelyn and gave her a home. She'll hate you for doing this to me! Once she hear of this, she'll hate you forever!" Stated Peter in attempt to try to persuade Xander to let him go but what he didn't know was that his words triggered that demon in him and angered by this, Xander stepped forward quickly taking hold of the knife on the table and ever so quickly, he st@bbed Peter in his abdomen. Mr Peter's eyes went wide in surprise as he glanced down at the knife in his body and as that wasn't enough, Xander deepened it into his bones making him not only bleed from his legs but his abdomen too with blood also le

Peter must have read my thoughts because he said with a smile, “They were too busy to come. I think they already know I’ve taken you away. Alex, stop hoping those two bastards will show up and rescue you from me. This is your new home, so learn to live comfortably and cherish every moment with me…” He winked, then added mockingly, “Who knows? Maybe one day you’ll even fall in love with me.” I frowned and asked, “What do you really want from me?” Peter shrugged. “I’m deeply in love with you.” I gave him a look that clearly called him a clown. When he realized I wasn’t buying his nonsense, he spread his arms and said, “Since Chris and Damon joined forces, those two bastards have been attacking

"We were talking. Like normal people. And then..." "Then?" I prompted when he fell silent. Peter's hands clenched into fists on his knees. "Then I kissed you. And I didn't feel sick. I wanted it." The admission hung between us, heavy with implication. Through our damaged bond, I could feel his confusion, his shame, and underneath it all, a desperate hope. "It was just a dream, Peter," I said quietly. "Was it?" He turned to me, his expression raw with vulnerability. "Or was it showing me what could be possible without Dr Reeves's drugs in my system?"

Every few minutes she mutters something under her breath, frowns, and shuffles on to the next page. Meanwhile, Parker and Trixie are doing their best to make the ancient magical archive look like a rehearsal for a low-budget sitcom. “Do you have to touch everything?” Trixie snaps, smacking Parker’s hand as he reaches toward a book with a faint purple glow. “I’m just trying to help,” he says, jerking back. “Not all of us can use our nose to sniff out cursed objects, you know.” “I told you—that one bites,” she hisses, pointing at the book like it’s a rabid animal.