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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

Warnings: None

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.

An Unexpected Declaration

Peter Pevensie x Reader

A/N: I hope that you all enjoy this! Have a lovely day everyone.

-Lera

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.

The notion that all countries must be brought–willingly or kicking and screaming–into the democratic fold is an invitation to belligerence. The notion that only democracies such as ours can be peaceful is what Edmund Burke called an ‘armed doctrine.’ … It is simply ridiculous to treat the pursuit of peace based on world democratic conversion as a peaceful enterprise. This is a barely disguised adaptation of the Communist goal of bringing about world harmony through world socialist revolution.
—  Paul Gottfried, “Rogue Notions”, The American Conservative, June 2008

Law & Order & Authori[tea] | Chapter 23: White Hair, Silver Needle

Fandom: Turn: Washington’s Spies
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Edmund Hewlett/Anna Strong
Characters: Anna Strong, Edmund Hewlett, Caleb Brewster, Ben Tallmadge, Abigail, Mary Woodhull, Abe Woodhull, Richard Woodhull, John Graves Simcoe, Robert Townsend, Samuel Townsend, James Rivington, Akinbode, Ensign Baker, Cicero, Aberdeen, Bucephalus, Thomas Woodhull (Sprout)
Genre: Modern AU / Coffeeshop AU


Timing, Anna knew, was everything. Selah had taught her that.

Sixty seconds’ hesitation could prove the difference between a mug of hot water too pale even to stain parchment, or a tea so tannic it made every sip a cringe. The line between the two was finer than silk. You could try to make a science of it; Edmund, probably, would have tried to make a science of it. But in Anna’s experience, science had no proven no substitute for instinct. Proper steeping depended too much on the hardness of the water, the heat of the kettle, the personality of the leaves. The only truth she’d gleaned from all her years of trial and error was that anything left stagnant turned bitter before long.

And that was the worst thing about Setauket—for everything stagnated there.

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anonymous asked:

Edmund, 27 ❤️😉

27. “I’m pregnant” 

You paced around your shared room with the Just king. He was doing his kingly business and had left you much earlier in the morning. Since then you had gotten up and had breakfast, which you had soon thrown up afterwards. You had first assumed it was just a flu but you later realized that you were pregnant. Now you were worriedly thinking up ideas on how to tell Ed. Your panicked thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. “Come in.” you call out. Edmund opens the door and steps into the room with one swift movement. You rushed over to him and hug him tight. He smiles. “Hey.”

“Hey, Ed.” you respond shakily. He immediately notices this change in the tone of your voice and leads you to the bed you share to sit.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, a little panicked.

“I-I don’t know how to tell you so I’ll just say it.” you said. “I’m pregnant.”

He blinked. You scooted away cautiously. When he didn’t make a sound you stood up, understanding his message. “It’s okay Ed. I understand. I-I won’t bother you from now on.” you said, tears already forming in the backs of your eyes. You turned ready to leave him and never come back. What you didn’t expect was to feel a hand grab you and spin you around. You leaned against Edmund’s tall figure and rested your head against his chest. “Are you crazy?” he asked you.

“W-what?” you said.

He smiled. “Were you really going to leave me?” he inquired.

“You didn’t seem like you wanted the baby and I wanted to keep it so…” you said, trailing off at the last second.

“(y/n) I would love to have this baby.” he said gently.

“Y-you would?” you said.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I? It will be the most amazing baby of all the land. What with my good looks and your beautiful brain there won’t be a single head that won’t turn when he passes by.”

You laughed, wiping the tears from your eyes. “He? What makes you say we’re going to have a boy?”

Edmund shrugged. “It slipped. It doesn’t matter anyways. If it’s a boy or a girl or both, they will be amazing. Besides, my mother and father had two boys and two girls. The probability is equal.” he said.

You laughed. “The baby hasn’t even formed yet and you’re already talking about probability.” “Watch out honey, your father has big dreams for you.” you whispered to your stomach.

Edmund laughed and pulled you close, the both of you falling onto the bed.

“I love you.” Edmund whispered into your ear.

“I love you too.” You whispered back.

Zelda: Breath of the Wild was amazing – really made me feel the magic of Ocarina of Time again!! I’ve been itching to do this one… had to finish the game first. :)

Based on Edmund Leighton’s “The Accolade”. 

anonymous asked:

46 edmund!

46. “I can’t believe we’re actually doing this” 

Edmund sighed into his pillow. He hadn’t meant to sleep in late and ignore his kingly duties but it had happened anyways. He sighed again. Suddenly his door burst open and he sat upright in bed groaning at the sudden break in.

“Hey Ed.” a voice called cheerfully. He rolled his eyes and swung his legs over the bed.

“What do you want (y/n)?” He asked crossly. You smiled brightly at him.

“You promised me that we’d go out and have a picnic today, remember?”

“Yes, but I’m sure when I agreed I didn’t think today would be a rainy day.” He said protesting.

“Yes, but a promise is a promise Ed. Rain or shine.” you pointed out.

He rolled his eyes. “Fine. Get your stuff ready and meet me outside the stables in half an hour.”

“Great!” You said, leaning up to peck his cheek. He blushed scarlet at the physical contact. You giggled and ran to get your things together. He sighed blissfully.

Time Skip

You smiled as you saw the Just king approach. He winked at you from afar. As he walked by your side, the both of you heading towards a grassy field, he linked hands with you. The light rain had made your hands freezing cold while his were still as warm as though he had been by the fire in the castle only moments earlier.

“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.” he said.

“What?” you asked. “Holding hands in the rain while heading to a picnic like a cliche movie couple?”

“Exactly.” He responded. “Although we aren’t really a couple.”

You smiled. “Well, that could easily change.” He grinned.

“Yes but it would require one of us to actually have guts. Which, of course, neither of us have in stock.”

You pulled him aside and smashed his lips on yours. When you both pulled apart you said, “How’s that for guts?”

He stood, fazed and blinking at your figure. “What was that for?” he asked.

You only winked in response. “That’s for me to know and for you to find out.”

Ok but I’ve been binge watching the Narnia movies again, after not having seen them for a long ass time, and now, being a little older and (hopefully) a little more mature than I was when I first saw them, I always feel physically sick when I see the Pevensies being children after The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe because they just aren’t anymore and I can’t even begin to imagine what it must be like, to grow up as kings and queens, respected and important, and full of duty, only to go back to being 8 years old (in Lucy’s case).

They didn’t remember England, or the wardrobe, or their old lives, they were Narnians and they were pushed back, not only into a world that was bound to make them miserable, but also into bodies that couldn’t reflect what they’d been through.

Just imagine Peter, waking up in the morning, not remembering that he isn’t the Magnificent anymore, imagine him subconsciously reaching for something to trim his beard, only to remember that it isn’t there anymore, to expect old battle wounds to hurt until he realises that they can’t because he doesn’t have them.

Or Edmund, who left England a stubborn selfish little boy who only wanted his mummy back, and came back the Just, the redeemed traitor, the diplomat, the man, having to resort to being ten years old and probably not even allowed to peek at a newspaper because he’s just a child after all. He plays chess, incredibly well, he doesn’t mock his siblings anymore and all the friends he knew when he was still a boy are either irritated at his behaviour or too childish, too selfish for somebody who knows very well just what selfishness can do, who has a part of the White Witch in him, always.

Susan forgets, we all know that. She must’ve lain awake at night, remembering just what it felt like to cover pain and viciousness and gore with a smile and a blush, remembering being the Gentle, but never in war. She must’ve cried for all the lost years, for all that she learnt and that she can never forget, for all that she has accomplished, that will bring her nothing in this world that doesn’t feel like hers. So she sits down in front of a mirror, talks herself out of believing, telling herself that it wasn’t real, that it was just a dream, that this Narnia her siblings talk about is nothing but a game.
The truth is too terrifying, to devastating to face.

Lucy, little Lucy, who grew up under Mr Tumnus’ smiles and Aslan’s approving gaze, who was loved by all, who did learn how to rule, how to negotiate but who never forgot just what it means to be a queen of Narnia, this girl who matured into a woman, who had a woman’s mind and body and a queen’s grace, she who they called the Valiant, the lion’s daughter, she shrank into herself, into a child, younger than even her siblings. She remembers, clearest of them all, she is the only one who still knows Mr Tumnus’ face, still knows Aslan, but she is just a girl, a pretty little thing who will never be the queen she was, who will never be the woman she was because queenship forms a person in ways no schools can.

They must’ve been devastated when they tumbled to the floor, short and small, and there’s a war they have no control over and Lucy is small, Edmund is skinny, so skinny and Peter and Susan have lost their glow and they’ve changed, they’ve changed so much. (The first time, somebody calls them by just their names, they feel invalidated and small. And offended. They’re kings and queens, they’ve earned their titles and now they have to sit in a dim room filled with children and listen to teachers, have to allow themselves to be insignificant and nothing more than what they were when Lucy first stepped into Narnia - frightened children in the middle of a war they wish was never there in the first place)