High King Peter (Peter Pevensie x reader)

Cair Paravel

The hustle and bustle of London was very hectic. Being a child without a parent to guide you made it even worse.

But the Pevensie children had been adults before. They had felt the responsibility of taking charge, so Susan thought it would be no problem for them to return to childhood and stay under the radar.

It was difficult for Peter and Edmund though. Unlike their sisters, their adult lives had involved fighting in wars and protecting their kingdom. London life was too mundane for them. They craved the adrenaline of a fight. That was why it was no surprise when Susan and Lucy found Peter engaged in a fight in the tunnels of the underground. Edmund wasn't far behind.

Once the real soldier had broken up the fight, the Pevensie children all gathered on a bench, Susan staring down the two boys.

"You're welcome," Edmund said to Peter.

"I had it sorted," Peter tried to defend himself, standing up and walking away from the consoling touches of his youngest sister.

Susan's gaze followed him. "What was it this time?"

"He bumped me."

"So you hit him?" Lucy found the fighting somewhat ridiculous but tried to understand the reason all the same.

Peter's voice turned firm as he explained, "No. After he bumped me, they tried to make me apologize. That's when I hit him."

"Really," Susan's voice resembled that of a mother punishing their child. "Is it that hard just to walk away?"

"I shouldn't have to!" Peter's voice was loud and unfailing. "I mean, don't you ever get tired of being treated like a kid?"

"Um," Edmund started with a raise of his eyebrows and a smile. "We are kids."

"Well, I wasn't always." Peter sighed and began walking towards his siblings on the bench. "It's been a year. How long does he expect us to wait?"

"I think it's time to accept that we live here. It's no use pretending any different." Susan's motherly lecture made the others roll their eyes and look down.

The sound of an incoming train called Susan's attention, allowing her to see the boy she had been avoiding earlier. Quickly she turned back to her siblings and whispered, "Pretend you are talking to me."

"We are talking to you," Edmund sarcastically replied.

"Ow!" Lucy yelled out of nowhere and stood up.

"Quiet Lu," Susan whispered, scared of drawing more attention to them.

"Something pinched me," Lucy defended, pointing at the spot she had just been in.

Suddenly the boys began arguing.

"Stop pulling!"

"Not touching you."

"Look would you all just," Susan began before feeling the same things her siblings were. "What is that?" she asked joining them in standing.

"It feels like magic," Lucy said excitedly.

"Quick, everyone hold hands."

The children quickly linked their hands together with a little hesitation in Edmund. The world around them rushed with wind. Posters were ripped off the walls and tiles began falling. People continued on like nothing was happening, making the children understand what was really going on. Soon, the children were standing in a cave of some sorts looking out at a beach.

Lucy stepped forward and gave her siblings a mischievous look. Soon they were all running to the water, discarding their clothes along the way. As they all played in the water, Edmund's eye was caught by something on the cliff from which they just emerged.

"What is it?" Peter asked his brother, curious as to why he stopped playing.

"Where do you suppose we are?"

"Well," Peter replied sarcastically. "Where do you think?"

"Well, I don't remember any ruins in Narnia." All the children looked up to the cliff to see ruins of what could have been a castle, but was covered in foliage and missing many walls. Without saying a word, Peter began finding a way up, followed by his siblings.

As they reached the top, they spread out. Lucy walked over to what seemed to be a balcony. "I wonder who lived here," she said.

Susan began walking towards her little sister but stopped when her foot nudged something in the grass. She bent down and picked it up. It was a solid gold centaur standing on a square base. "I think we did," she replied causing all the Pevensie's to approach her.

"Hey, that's mine," Edmund said when he reached the group. "From my chess set."

"Which chess set?" Peter asked.

"Well I didn't exactly have a solid gold chess set in Finchley, did I?"

"Can't be," Lucy whispered before taking off with Peter close behind her. "Don't you see?" she asked grabbing his hand.

"What?" he replied, not understanding what she could see.

Lucy pulled her siblings so they were standing in the same formation as they did when they were Kings and Queens. As she did so, she spoke, "Imagine walls. And columns, there. And a glass roof."

"Cair Paravel."

They continued exploring, each trying to figure out how and why their once beloved home had been destroyed.

"Catapults," Edmund said suddenly, kneeling down towards a large rock.

"What?" Peter asked.

"This didn't just happen. Cair Paravel was attacked."

Peter led them forwards in search of something that hadn't been destroyed. He, with the help of Edmund, pushed away the stone which blocked a secret entrance into the castle. Realizing there were no lights, Peter began to make a torch out of his shirt and a stick he found on the ground.

"Don't suppose you have any matches, do you?" he asked Edmund, looking for an easy way to light his creation.

"No, but," Edmund said rummaging in his bag, before pulling out a flashlight, "would this help?"

"You might have mentioned that a bit sooner?" Peter said as a smile crept onto his face. He ushered his siblings in following Edmund.

As they went down the stairs, they realized they had found the treasure room, and, besides a few stones here and there, nothing seemed to be out of place too much.

"I can't believe it. It's all still here," Peter said.

The children ran forwards, each to their own treasure chest. In it, they found some of their most prized possessions. Lucy found her dresses. Edmund found his armour. Susan found her bow and arrows but realized her horn was missing.

"I must have left it on my saddle the day we went back."

And Peter found his shield and sword, each with Aslan carved into them. "When Aslan bares his teeth, winter meets its death," he said, drawing his sword.

"When he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again," Lucy finished. "Everyone we knew, Mr. Tumnus and the Beavers, they're all gone."

Peter recognized the sadness in his sister's voice. "I think it's time we found out what's going on," he said firmly to which his siblings all agreed.