Edmund x Reader: Piano
Prompt/ask: YUSSSS! ok so could I request an edmund x reader where the reader is at the pevensies’ and she hears ed playing her fave classic on the piano and ed confesses that he learnt it just for her or something like that (basically fluff! :) ) sorry if this was long and thank you! 💕
Word count: 471
Setting: Modern AU
A/N: Okay I’m so fucking tired but I wanted to get a fic out for you guys today and h e y I did it. Honestly I’m not entirely happy with it and it’s really short- idk, I may delete this, but I hope you like it nonetheless.
“Edmund, you know how I feel about that bloody piano!”
Edmund rolled his eyes playfully, tugging you along to the instrument you had only stood by a couple times before. He sat down on the marble bench, letting his callused hands run along the firm keyboard and letting the dust fall from it.
“Look, can I just show you something? It’ll only take a minute, and I just need someone to hear what I’ve been practicing.”
Piano music itself had never really captivated you. You were never one to find the sounds of music played on the grand instrument the sort to lull you to sleep or aid your concentration, much less be something of extreme interest to you.
You held this standpoint until the day you met Edmund Pevensie. Until the day you heard him play that…entrancing tune. When you heard the sounds of his fingers delicately gliding across the keys for the first time, something magical awoke inside of you. Something inexplicable, yet beautiful. Regardless, it was not enough to make you fall in love with the music.
You loved, however, how Edmund’s music enchanted him-that sparkling sensation you saw forming in his eyes every time he sat at the piano. You loved the way his lips parted and brow furrowed as he focused on every note he touched.
Edmund cleared his throat, smiling lightly. The first chord he played was soft-quiet, almost. Captivating to some degree. You leaned on the lid of the piano, watching Edmund intently.
Then, all at once, you felt it-the same feeling you had felt the first time you heard him play. You felt the sounds of a river and the cries of a wolf and…everything at once. All through your now paralyzed body.
You felt this overwhelming sensation come over you, one that made you want to laugh and cry and remain silent all at once.
His hands were quick and sharp, but the melody they produced was soft and stimulating.
With every pause he took, Edmund’s hands seemed to dominate the keys more. His touch was guiding the sound, guiding the remarkable feeling of intense passion coming from the tips of his fingers. Luring you in.
As he pulled his arms back from the keyboard and his foot off the pedal, he looked up at you, expression blank.
“I learned that for you.” He said under his breath, searching your eyes for emotion.
And then you were kissing. More passionately-and yet more delicately-than you had ever kissed anyone before. His hands were exploring you, holding you, and his lips were mesmerizing your senses and awaking every feeling you had just experienced.
“I knew you could learn to love piano music.” He said, smirking as you pulled away.
You wiped that smirk off of his face immediately as you pulled him in again.