𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈.

[𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆 @thchighking]

“…they will call you the High King.”

— peter pevensie, the oldest with too wise eyes, family first, lion hearted, magnificent, ships with chemistry, fandom flexible,

and a writing of #𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔. https

[𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆 @thchighking]

@behindroyal || listen I’m all for angst

[𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆 @thchighking]

@behindroyal || YES PLS

[𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆 @thchighking]

A laugh escaped him as he watched his fellow Gryffindor take a drink from the flask,

There was adoration in his blue eyes as he shook his head, “what? Why are you laughing?”

[— 𝓜𝓻. 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓼. @CHASINGTRCUBLE]

⠀ ⠀ a starter for :
⠀ ⠀ @thchighking .

[𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆 @thchighking]

@THORNTRUTHS He hadn’t heard her words at first, but when he finally caught on that she had said something, he blinked to then utter, “I’ve just been thinking of… a place I used to know…”

He sighed as he put the textbook away to rub his hands down his face, “I… it’s hard to explain.”

[𝓡𝐄͟𝐆͟𝐔͟𝐋͟𝐔͟𝐒͟. @OFDARKENEDGLORY]

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𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮. . .

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[ᴇᴠᴀᴅᴏʀᴀ. // parody @CORVICIUM]

https://t.co/hqn1MdxDUO

[𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆 @thchighking]

— been aware how stiff his shoulders were as they walked down the corridor, “I suppose my mind has been heavily weighing on things from… home.”

Whether that meant home as in /home/ or Narnia, he hadn’t known, and maybe he’d get answers with her.

[𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆 @thchighking]

The feeling that the female provided as they walked felt calming and full of the present as he placed his hands in his pockets, “My favorite color is red.”

He couldn’t help the warming smile that cascaded over the portrait of his features as he nudged his arm against—

[𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆 @thchighking]

— hers as their feet carried them down toward the Great Hall. The smell of food causing his stomach to growl as he asked, “What about your favorite color, Rosemary?” Though, at the inquiry following his sigh, his shoulders instantly fell back into a laidback position. He hadn’t —

[𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆 @thchighking]

@THORNTRUTHS He had been deep in thought as he felt the feeling of the familiar presence. Blue eyes lighting up with warmth as he spoke,

“Hey, Rose.”

[𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚 ☽ @lunaIeporem]

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✮ 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃
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✧ Indie portrayal of a canon character from the HP verse / Enemy of the ordinary / Literate and descriptive / Golden trio & Next gen.

〘↻≈ ♡ 〙

[𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆 @thchighking]

— face at the thought. High King Peter had often stayed far too close to him in the years at Hogwarts.

It seemed with every year that he got older, the more he became in his mind, “Want do you want to know about me?”

[𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆 @thchighking]

“It’s quite alright, Rosemary. I’m quite a quiet soul around these corridors, so… you’re alright.” He smiled at her as he placated her worries with those words, eyes never wavering from her gaze.

“Want to walk with me? We can talk more going towards the library? Or—

[𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆 @thchighking]

— dinner?” He didn’t care who saw a Hufflepuff with a Gryffindor. If anyone had any oppositions, then they would have to words to his face.

Another trait left behind of High King Peter, a soft saddened breath escaping his lips, that faraway look holding residence on his —

[𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆 @thchighking]

— another bright smile on his features, never taking his gaze off her in an observant matter, “Rosemary, correct?” It was out of strong habit that he /knew everyone’s names/, even if they didn’t know him.

High King Peter was always still inside of him, “Hufflepuff?”

[𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆 @thchighking]

“I’ve been here since I was eleven,” he told the female, who he now recognized as Rosemary, a bright and shining Hufflepuff, “I just.. hide in the shadows, watching everyone else,” oh, he got into fights, as any Gryffindor would.

“Peter Pevensie,” he told her with a —

[— 𝓙 𝓟𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 . @_profstag]

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝓛ife’s too short ,
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 ‘ 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 .’ .ᐟ
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[𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆 @thchighking]

A light laugh escaped his lips as he heard those words, “Thanks for the warning, mate,” he spoke with a warm smile falling onto his features,

“Need help with this… explosion?” He asked the other male as a glitter of mischief was in his blue eyes.

[ᅠ ᅠᅠ* ﹅ 𝓭ᵉm͜͡o͟n͟s͟ ˘ ✘ 𝕸꩜𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑、 .ᐟ @spikeborns]

only once when their body is stabled ,
do they breathe out a sigh of relief . a nervous smile flashes on face ;

`` i um — i - i wanted to w - warn you . i'm having an e - experiment , and it m - may or may not c - cause an explosion — ``

[𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆 @thchighking]

@THORNTRUTHS — “What’s on your mind, Rose?” He asked her as he scooted a little closer towards her, giving her the comfort that he knew she needed, as he placed his hand on her knee.

A hand that knew war. Not just the war that had been won by Harry, Ron, and Hermione, but.. Narnia.

[𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆 @thchighking]

To say that their seventh year in Hogwarts hadn’t been far too easy, but so stressful, was an understatement.

If he wasn’t in the library pouring over his studies, he was laying on the couch in the common room daydreaming, so he hadn’t really seen @THORNTRUTHS come to—

[𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆 @thchighking]

@THORNTRUTHS — Your oldest friend,” he brushed her shoulder as a small formation of a smile found its way onto his features, holding it there as he never looked away from her eyes, noticing freckles that lined her nose,

“Whom you’ve known since we were eleven.” He paused, —