hello! i love your writing and i don’t think it’s cringe-y at all :) i was wondering if i could request a yandere!peter pevensie x reader where it’s an arranged marriage, or he really wants to marry her or something. you can write whatever you feel comfortable with! i also think it’s very cool that you’re mormon, i have some mormon cousins! have a great evening <3
mentions of an older sibling(not given a gender) and I used she/her pronouns. I also wrote the reader as kind of stubborn but also gullible, and she wears dresses nothing else ebcause she is a “proper princess”
I may make a part 2((with multiple endings)) because this made me really hapoy
mentions of; braid-able hair, drugging of a drink, gaslighting, love bombing, check tags for more
“Mother! I find it unfair that I’m marrying a man I just met!” Y/n groaned, “Nor do I like him! He’s a lunatic! He’s killed so many kingdoms just so he could rule! I’m not marrying him, he just wants this one!”
“You will marry him whether you like it or not! Your older sibling is going to rule this kingdom, meaning you will need somewhere to go. Stop complaining and let me braid your hair!” Her mother cried, “I don’t care what you think! I will say where you go! The ball is tonight and I expect you behave and are sweet to him. Or you are in serious trouble!”
“Yeah, whatever, just hurry up!” She whined.
•••
Y/n walked into the ball, not knowing she was going to the first girl there.
“Y/n!” Peter grinned, running up the stairs to her side.
“How are you, love?” He asked.
“I’m well,” she said, trying to walk past him.
“Darling, where are you going?” He acted calm, but was quite furious.
“I was going to get a drink,” She really wanted one of those cookies, they looked delicious.
“Oh, here, follow me, I’ll get you something in a second,” He grinned at her, then winked at the guards.
The guards shut the doors, no one else in there but them.
He had her sat on his throne.
“I find this unprofessional-“
“We’re going to be husband and wife, why should we be professional?” He laughed, kissing her.
He got her a drink and a plate of cookies, right next to her, standing.
She tried to act offended, but she was so glad.
“Do you want anything?” She asked, kindly.
“I’m alright,” he chuckled, “I ate before.”
She took a sip, then split it on her dress.
“Oh..” she seemed said.
“It’s alright, I’ll get you a new one, would you like a jacket.”
“A new dress? Oh, it’s alright. They are so expensive-“ She blinked, her head blanking for a second, then taking another sip of the punch, “This tastes so good.”
“Nothings to expensive for you,” He kissed her forehead, she smiled, then fainted into his arms, he took the drink from her.
He lifted her up into his arms, taking her out of the ballroom and into his bedroom, laying her onto the bed.
•••
Y/n woke up, groaning.
Peter sat at her side, she turned her head to him.
“Are you alright?” He asked.
“What?! Why am I in here?!” She got up, still dizzy, but ready to fight.
“You fainted, I brought you in here, do you feel okay?” He asked.
“I fainted? From what?” She got up, glaring at him, in her underdress.
“Don’t be rash, you’ll get hurt.” Peter said.
“I’m not being rash! I’m trying to save myself from you! You’re a psycho aren’t you?” She was at the door, he grabbed her, hand over her mouth.
“A psycho?” He held her, she was fighting.
“I’m the HIGH king of Narnia, my love. We get married tonight, aren’t you excited?” He squished her cheeks, grinning, she was terrified.
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totally just noticed mistakes lol, updated 4/21/24
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I hate what old rom-coms have done to the actual way that boys (specifically boys, like, young men?) treat women
But my biggest pet peeve is the whole "Discoverying you're pretty" thing because now i can't be self-decapricating or else the nearest idiot will sniff me like a hound and start love-bombing me
Me: Lol i had 0 sleep last night, i look dead
This dude: WHY? BECAUSE YOU NEED MAKEUP? NATURAL BEAUTY IS AMAZING, I DON'T GET WHY YOU THINK YOU NEED MAKEUP, I WOULD LOVE YOU ANYWAYS, LIKE I DON'T MEAN I LOVE YOU BUT I COULD, IF YOU'RE ALRIGHT WITH SUCH A LOSER LIKE ME-
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Hace poco un chico con conocidos en común me habló, no se si quería chamuyarme, o molestarme, o qué, pero inició una conversación victimista sobre los hombres.
Al principio me dio paja y le hablé "mal" siendo sarcástica sobre los hombres y lo terrible que era su existencia... Después le hice una biblia aclarándole que el problema no eran los hombres en si, sino la sociedad, etc, etc.
Si quieren desahogarse y de paso espantar pibes tóxicos, tomen nota, por que después de eso no me volvió a hablar.
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