5. "Please let me help
Edward Kenway x Reader
A/N: We are on the 5th, only more 15th to go, yay! You guys really love Edward, huh? The next one is about him again! 😂
You groaned as you stumbled in your own quarter, your hand firmly grasped to your side as your wound was still bleeding. Despite your assurance about your condition (you have been through worse things than this), you couldn’t help to feel weak. Shivers crept all over your skin when you tried to lay down over your bed, failing miserably as your head started to pound painfully. Cautiously, you started to undress yourself, trying to ignore the dizziness and remaining only with your pants and small clothes on as you took a little bowl full of water and a clean piece of fabric.
It all started with the boarding, which it actually went well, very well.
The Jackdaw got supplies it needed and the crew earned enough rum to go through difficult time, but the only hard time you all had was with the former members of the ship; in which they didn’t want to give up to their destiny without fighting first.
So you had to fight back, not complaining too much thought.
You were good enough and you enjoyed your life, those moments made you enjoy all of this even more. Your fellows were amazing friends, always got your back and you couldn’t ask for something better than all of this.
After all, moments like those brought you incredible rush of adrenaline all over your body and probably that’s why you didn’t realise sooner you got hurt. In fact, now you were paying your brashness’ consequences as everything of you still ached.
You pressed the cloth damped with water over your scarred skin with extreme chariness cleaning the blood that was still spilling out, only slower. The cool water helped recover you a little despite the feeling of weakness was still there; and the giddiness, for the moment, had passed. You probably would have needed some stitches but you granted with yourself it was a job for later. After all, the Jackdaw ‘d be landed in a few days and you could have fixed yourself after you rested enough.
You were lost in your thoughts so much you didn’t notice the knock in your door as an husky voice was calling you. You immediately recognized Edward, the captain of the ship, and before you could say something he bursted in your room, a cheeky grin pulled over his lips.
“Aye, lass! Where were yo– Oh.”
His crystal blue eyes wided in worry when he saw you holding your hip, your hands and the cloth you were holding scarlet by your own blood.
You tried to smile at him, but another hiss escaped from you when a flash of pain crossed you, making you grit your teeth.
You could feel his stare over you, and you quickly glanced somewhere, blush crept slowly over your cheeks.
Thank God it was getting darker.
Without even speak, Edward crawled in your bed right next to you, taking the handkerchief you were holding in his hands. He damped the cloth once more before pressing gently to your skin again, brushing gently all the dry blood away. If possible you blushed even more, still refusing to look at his way.
“E-Edward, that’s not necessa-”
“Please. Let me help you.”
You kept your mouth shout as the only sounds that were in your quarters were the brush of the fabric aganist your skin amd your short breathes. Edward was very concentrate on you, his clear gaze focused on your wound as he bit his lower lip. Your imitated him, torturing your lower lip with your teeth as he moved away the cloth for having a better vision of your injury.
“This probably will need some stitches, lass”
You chuckled. “So, you know how to fix some stitches? You are full of surprise, capt’n” You said, hissing when he pressed his fingers a little bit too hard over you.
“Sorry” Edward mumbled as he moved immediately his hands away from you. “I think you’d be surprised of what I can do, lass.” He said with a mischevious grin, glancing over you before taking a needle and a thread. You shook your head, moving the weight of your body over your forearms s he leaned over you.
“Why you didn’t tell me you were hurt? You could have been worse than this” he said, pointing to your injured hip. You simply shrugged, playing with a lock of your hair.
“It wasn’t so important, Edward.”
“Y/N, don’t say that.”
You immediately looked at him, authority filled his voice and he was glaring at you. You felt your stomach flutter and you looked away, surprised of your own behaviour. What the hell was going on?
Silence fell on the both of you as he started to stitching you; and despite all it was comfortable. You watched his hands working carefully on you, actually surprising you. You didn’t even know this part of him, and you were quite astonished of how gentle his hands could be.
“Done. Try to be more careful, next time”
“Why? I am sure you are willing to be my nurse if there’ll be a next time.” you joked, smiling. Edward leaned in, making your grin slowly pull out from your face.
“There are easier ways to get my attention, sweetheart. Bleeding until death aren’t one of it”
He placed his lips over your lips, your eyes immediately closed at the contact. His lips were warm aganist you cooler one; his breath was sea and rum scented, a mix you found quite pleasant. As quickly as it started it finished; Edward pulled out and he was looking at you with gleamy eyes and an amused grin.
“Goodnight, lass. Try to not think too much, you need to rest. ”
You didn’t reply, your eyes fixed over his back as you watched him leave, blissfully ignorant of what the storm he started within you.
He just… he just kissed you.
But that was really nothing, was it? He was one of your best friends, he was your captain. He was married, too, so it really meant nothing. Absolutely nothing.