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.
A/N: I hope that you all enjoy this! Have a lovely day everyone.
There were quite a few ways that you had imagined your weekend traveling to Calormen with Peter might go. Peter might’ve asked you to accompany him on a stroll through the town after the Calormen embassies signed the treaty, giving you time to confess how you felt about him or maybe he would even surprise you by telling you that he had feelings for you. The possibilities were endless since his siblings were staying at Cair Paravel to prepare for the annual winter festival.
Having your carriage robbed and your horses taken, leaving you and Peter on foot in the middle of the forest in December was definitely not something that you had imagined.
You and Peter had been wandering around the woods for about a few hours now, or so you thought, it was getting a little difficult to tell the passing of time.
“Don’t worry Y/N, we hadn’t been traveling for too long and we aren’t very far from a main road so someone should come by and find us. Besides, the Calormen King will send word to Susan when we don’t arrive on time.
“Peter” You said “It’s been snowing for hours and there’s no sign of it letting up. It seems unlikely that anyone would be traveling in this weather. “We knew we were cutting it close as it is.”
“I know it seems bleak but we can’t give up hope. Someone will find us soon enough.” He said confidently. You admired that about him. How his faith that everything would turn out alright was so strong, even in the face of such harsh odds.
But even that didn’t last forever. As night began creeping over the snow covered land, Peter began to worry that the two of you wouldn’t in fact be rescued as quickly as he’d hoped. The first stars began to shine when he spoke again.
“Y/N, I think that we should try to find shelter. If we stay out here all night we’ll freeze.” You simply nodded and stood up from the tree stump that you had been resting at, your face and hands cold to the touch.
“Alright.” You agreed, shivering “Where do you suggest we go?”
“I’ve been on hunting expeditions with Edmund and Philip numerous times in these woods. And while we’ve never been this far away from the palace, we have always been able to find caves that litter this area so we should be able to find something not too far away. It won’t be very comfortable but it will shelter us from the weather.” He told you.
“Well” You shrugged “Anything that gets us out of this cold is fine by me.” He smiled at you and offered his arm. You took it gladly, praying to Aslan that he didn’t see the red of your cheeks or that he merely assumed that it was from the cold. After all, you thought to yourself, he is the high king so it’s natural for him to be chivalrous to a lady, it means nothing other than he is a kind and gracious king.
After a little while of searching the forest for suitable shelter, you noticed what looked to be a small hole in the ground surrounded by a few large stones.
“What’s that?” You exclaimed “Is that a cave?” You asked, pointing at what you saw. Peter quickly led you both over to it and brushed away the snow. “Yes, it is!” He laughed “Good eye Y/N, I don’t think I would have seen that through all the snow.” You merely smiled at him as he lowered himself down into it. Suddenly he turned around and held his arms out towards you. “Well come on then?”
“Sorry?” You asked him, confused as what he was asking you to do.
“Well I can’t imagine that it would be very easy getting down here in a dress like that!” He grinned up at you. You smiled, now that he mentioned it, you really weren’t dressed for the weather or the occasion.
“Alright,” You told him playfully “Just be ready.” You jumped down as carefully as you could, not wanting to hurt him in the process. He caught you easily and gently set you down on the cave floor.
“Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” He asked you.
“No, I suppose not.” You retorted “And thank you.”
“Not a problem at all.” He replied. You then took a look at your surroundings. It was much tighter in here than you had thought it would be.
“Well.” You stated “We should probably get some sleep then. We have a long day ahead of us.”
“That’s just what I was thinking.” Peter yawned, making you laugh. You laid down on the stone floor and did your best to make yourself comfortable, while Peter did the same across from you. “Goodnight Y/N.” He said softly. “Goodnight Peter.”
When you awoke you were shivering too hard to even think. It had gotten much colder in here, to the point where you couldn’t feel your feet or your hands. You began to rub them together, trying not to wake Peter with your chattering teeth. Despite your efforts however, he began to stir.
“Y/N? Are you shivering?” He asked you.
“A little” You replied through your teeth “But I’ll be fine, go back to sleep.” He slid over to where you were lying and put his hand on your cheek.
“Y/N you’re freezing!” He scolded “We have to get you warmed up, it’s dangerous to get this cold out here.” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled your shivering frame into his arms. You had to admit, it was warmer when he held you like that. Then he began to lay back down.
“Um, Peter what are you doing?” You asked cautiously
“We both need to rest and I need to warm you up. Just try to sleep, we’re gonna be ok just let me keep you warm.” He spoke softly “And while this might not be the best timing, I feel that it would be dishonorable of me it I didn’t tell you of my feelings for you before holding you like this.” He fretted “I understand that these feelings aren’t mutual” He continued “But I just have to tell you-” You cut him off by pressing your cold lips against his. For a moment he was surprised, but he quickly kissed you back. It wasn’t a long kiss but it told Peter all that you felt for him without having to say a single word. Silently he wrapped his arms around you tighter and kissed you softly on the forehead as the two of you drifted back to sleep.
(A/N: Hey guys! The other part to this oneshot is one of the last asks I answered, so search through my blog a little bit to find it before reading this one!)
After her last biting remark towards the man who had just questioned her affections towards him and whether or not they were just a silly game, Y/N promptly left the High King’s quarters. She felt insulted that he would blatantly confront her about the matter, though he seemed confident in the fact that she was a heartless woman who would use his power and status for her own good.
As she reflected on it that night, while mending a seam in one of her nightgowns, she could remember vividly the fact that Peter had been shaking as he told her of his concerns. He probably worked on the assumption that no one noticed that he fidgeted with anything and everything, but when you pay as close of attention to the High King as Y/N did, you realize that he really isn’t good at hiding anything at all, including his feelings.
Y/N could read him like an open book, and assumed everyone else could too. Peter was deeply infatuated with her, it was plain to see, and she wasn’t very open with her feelings towards him. She hardly acted any different in his presence; she was still poised, refined, and professional, were as Peter nearly dropped the entire ‘King’ persona and acted like a teenager with his first crush.
The two avoided each other for nearly a week, but both had to attend a festival and, to keep up public appearances, at least stand next to each other.
“My lord,” Y/N said upon greeting Peter. “It’s a lovely day.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Peter replied stiffly. “I regret to have not seen much of you these past days, my lady. Have you been well?”
If Peter was being completely honest, he really did regret not spending nearly enough time in Y/N’s presence. He knew that at some point he would have to confront the elephant in the room, and now seemed like a good time.
“About the matter we discussed…”
“It’s alright,” she stopped him. “You really don’t have to explain any further.”
“Y/N,” he said. “I feel as though I at least owe you an explanation.”
“I understand why you felt as though I may just be manipulating you for your power, and while I can assure you that you are not the first man to find some fault in my end of the relationship, I do feel obligated to tell you that the manner in which you addressed the situation was brash and unjust.”
“You’ve had this happen before?” Peter kept his eyes on the people enjoying the festivities, not turning towards Y/N. “I knew that you had previous relations but-”
“Yes, I’ve had someone question whether or not I am truly as devoted to the partnership as they are in the past, and the self discovery I have done since those men has taught me that I simply do a poor job at expressing my feelings. I am shy in that regard, and only in that regard, but it seems to deal me the most misfortune.”
The noblewoman kept her head high, though Peter thought that she might sag under the weight of her dresses.
“I do not expect your pity,” she said, slower this time. “I only wish that you will accept the ways in which I do show affection and which I do not. This is not easy for me, and I have never been with someone patient enough to let me learn how I,” she paused at the word, nearly choking it out, “love.”
The High King made a bold move, slipping his hand into Y/N’s. “Well, I am willing to be that someone, if you will let me.”
Y/N smiled. “Yes. Yes, I think we can start from there.”
‘The electric street-lamp may indeed be ignored, simply because it is so insignificant and transient. Fairy-stories, at any rate, have many more permanent and fundamental things to talk about.‘ (J.R.R. Tolkien in On Fairy-Stories)
‘In about ten minutes she reached it and found it was a lamp-post. As she stood looking at it, wondering why there was a lamp-post in the middle of a wood and wondering what to do next…’ (C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe)
aka 'am I petty enough to write a lamp-post into my story just because my friend said it’s a 'no-no’ in fantasy? Why yes, yes I am.’