Imagine Peter Pevensie comforting you after a nightmare (Golden Age)
"It's alright, my love. I'm here. There's no need for worry or tears," he said, in that quiet, gentle tone. He pulled back the covers and offered his hand. "It's nearly dawn anyways, why don't we watch the sun rise over Cair Paravel together?"
Of course, you stood and took his hand. Peter always knew what to do to help relieve the fears of the night. As you both watched the golden light wash over the Eastern Sea, you were at peace.
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Assorted Fandom Drabbles and Headcanons
FanfictionThis work is a collection of various x Reader drabbles, headcanons, and preferences, cross-posted from MY Tumblr accounts, thefinalexperiment and ouat-in-spare-oom-of-rivendell. Tags will be updated as I go. Don't hesitate to drop a request in the c...
