Peter Pevensie X Reader Novels & Stories

Finally, Peter's voice came through, languid and satisfied, as if he was still basking in the afterglow of the earlier events. “Hey, Ryan, calling me this late—what’s up?” he asked with a lazy, casual tone. I fought to keep my voice steady, though my emotions were in turmoil. “Peter, about the kid in the photo…” I paused, struggling to maintain my composure before continuing, “He’s the one I’ve been waiting for, my one true love at first sight.”

I can’t force her out either because it’ll attract attention to us. “Christina please, for the love of God! Don’t let your fathers death go to waste.” I plead. Christina glares at me In such a way that shits me up immediately. “Please don’t do this!” She pleads. “Don’t worry, you're probably next in line.” Xavier says. We all watch as Peter is outnumbered and is laid back flat in his human form again. Completely naked. I feel so bad for him and Christina. She must be feeling horrible right now.

He added. "Err...I am talking about distraction.. I probably can't focus on a book when someone's around" I spoke, trying not to stammer. "As for me.. I..uhn, I am talking about sparks? I feel..sparks...between us" he spoke one by one. Then he stood up walked closer to me.. "I actually meant it when I said that I like you. I really like you Bella" Peter confessed. * * * * To Be Continued

Whatever the truth was behind my transformation from human to vampire had to be foul. “Maybe she has some other questions, babe, please?” Glen looked at Peter with pleading eyes patting the spot next to him on the couch, Peter looked back at me as I sighed in defeat. “Okay, I do have more questions we can skip that one… for now.” Peter gave me a small smile and took his seat back beside Glen, Glen mouthed thank you to me. “So… is everyone in my blood family evil?” I asked jokingly but still, seriously, Peter giggled before shaking his head.

My heart began to hammer a frantic, erratic rhythm against my ribs—not just from anger anymore, but from a sudden, dizzying burst of pure adrenaline. "You are incredibly naive, Phoebe," Peter whispered, his voice a cool, lethal caress against my skin. "You think the world is a playground made of pink tulle and roses. You think everyone sees a girl who’s always cheery and throws daisies and sunshine dust at her because she’s cheery. You think because you smile at people and bake them cinnamon rolls, the universe is going to protect you from the monsters lurking in the dark." "I am not naive," I fiercely whispered back, my eyes locking onto his.

Peter envisioned the goody-goody with an even sluttier outfit on underneath that skimpy Halloween costume and imagined all the things he could do to the Minister's daughter. Peter walked to Eve and said, all confident, "Eve, if you really want to sin I can help you with that." Eve's face began to blush, but thankfully she was saved by Beth who walked over and said, "Peter, I imagine she rather be sent to Hell." "Screw you," Peter shot back. "You wish," Beth shot right back, taking Eve's hand and pulling her away from the drooling boys. "Wow, you look good enough to eat,"

thought Marianne. “May I ask something, but I hope that I won’t offend you,” said Marianne. “Ask me anything,” said Peter. “Were we lovers?” blurted Marianne, then feeling bashful after saying it. Peter laughs then says “No we’re not, but we have something in common.” Marianne also laughs, feeling glad that their relationship isn’t what she was dreading for. Peter smiles at her while watching her face then says “I’m Kenny Jones’ supposedly dead brother.”

“Even after everything?” “Especially after everything.” His eyes soften. And something breaks inside me. Because I love him. God, I love him so much it hurts. Then, footsteps outside. Slow. Dragging. Someone lingering. We both freeze. Liam moves first. Opens the door fast. No one. But down the hall Peter. Leaning casually against the wall. Smiling. Always smiling. “Well,” Peter says lightly. “Late night talk?” Liam’s voice turns ice cold. “What do you want?”

What was wrong with me? We lingered for a while, staring into each other’s eyes. Everything around us seemed to cease, and I had this desperate urge to kiss him. “That’s enough. My turn,” Xavier growled as he grabbed Peter’s arm and roughly pulled him away from me. And that was when I came to my senses and exhaled. What had just happened? Xavier hadn’t given Peter any breathing space before grabbing the rod and fiercely attacking him, hitting him violently in the stomach.

He gave me one last look, his eyes lingering a little too long, then turned and walked away, his shoulders hunched. Peter let out a low chuckle, pulling me closer. “Hm, he's kind of your type, huh?” he said, his tone teasing but with a knowing edge. “Tall, broody, got that whole ‘I’ll pine for you forever’ vibe.” I elbowed him, rolling my eyes, but I couldn’t help laughing. “Oh, shut up, Peter. You’re ridiculous.” Summer cackled, tossing her hair. “He’s not wrong, Ann! Caleb’s got that sad-puppy energy. But Peter’s got the charm, so you’re good.” She winked, and we all burst into laughter, the tension dissolving like mist in the sunlight.