In the Rigging//An Edmund Pevensie Imagine
Anon said: I love your writing so much! I was wondering if you could do an Edmund one where you and the Pevensies are friends in our world but then somehow you get to go to Narnia with them? Like during voyage of the dawn treader? that would be amazing. and this part is optional- when you get there caspian tri s flirting with you or something and Ed gets jealous because he has a really big crush on you, too ? thank you so much ily. <3
You pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders as you tried not to shiver. “Narnia?” you asked your best friend.
“Narnia,” she confirmed. You grinned. She had told you so many stories about their adventures, but to be honest, you never really believed her. She was a couple years younger than you, so that might have been a couple years younger than you. You weren’t making that mistake again. You caught sight of Edmund from the corner of your eye and your stomach flipped, but you ignored it.
“(Y/N), this is Caspian,” Lucy introduced you to a tall, handsome man with dark hair, but he wasn’t your type. Your type was slightly bad-tempered and tended to hate their cousins.
“Lucy told me so much about you that last time she was here,” he said, kissing your hand. “She did not, however, tell me how lovely you are.”
“Thanks?” You weren’t quite sure what to make of his flirtatious nature.
“Don’t worry, he’s mad for Susan,” Lucy whispered.
You snorted. Susan had always been a little too proper for your taste, but of course she would fall for the tall, dark, and handsome prince. Or king now, you supposed.
The three of you were handed dry clothes and you and Lucy were led to you quarters where you changed into your new clothes. The pants were loose and offered lots of movement. The shirt was made of a soft material that fit loosely and you tucked it into the waistband of your pants. You put a vest on over it and braided your hair so the braid lay on your left shoulder. You tugged on a pair of boots and went above deck with Lucy.
Caspian led Lucy and Edmund to the map room, leaving you free to roam about the ship. You made friends with a giant mouse, a minotaur, most of the crew, and the captain.
You climbed the rigging, stopping only when you were as high as you could go. It was open sea and clear blue skies in all directions and you loved it. After having lived in England your whole life, it was nice to be somewhere that wasn’t cold and grey.
. . .
Edmund walked up the steps to the deck. He looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. He looked around, but didn’t see her.
But Lucy did. “Nice up there (Y/N)?” she yelled.
The response was laughter from up in the riggings. I looked up to see her sitting in the ropes, the rays from the setting sun glinting off her face. She was beautiful.
Lucy climbed up after her.
“You know, if you aren’t going to tell her how you feel, you should try to make it a bit less obvious,” Caspian said quietly, coming up behind him. Edmund blushed as Caspian walked off to talk to the captain.
He climbed the ropes until he was as high up as the girls. “What’s going on up here?” he asked.
“We’re making fun of Eustace,” (Y/N) responded.
“Can I join in?”
Lucy cleared her throat. “I think I heard Reepicheep calling me. I’m going to go see what he needs.”
She climbed down, leaving him with her. He cleared his throat, trying to think of something to break the awkward silence that covered them like a blanket.
They both started talking at the same time, and then stopped, both turning a shade of bright red.
“You can go first,” he said.
“So you’re really a king then?”
“Yeah. But, Peter’s the high king. Or was. I’m not sure anymore. Aslan said that he and Susan weren’t coming back. I think Caspian’s the high king now.”
“I wonder how that works. I mean, you’ve got seniority.”
He sighed. “Yes, I suppose, but Caspian didn’t abandon Narnia twice like I did.”
She grabbed his hand. “It wasn’t your fault,” she said. “You didn’t have a choice.”
He squeezed her hand. “I know, but it feels like it is.”
“This is nice,” she said quietly. “Sitting up here. It’s so peaceful.”
“Yeah.” He thought about what Caspian had said earlier. “Can I tell you something?”
"I like spending time with you. You, specifically. I really like…you,” he finished lamely.
“I like spending time with you too,” she said. His heart jumped to his throat. That smile, it did things to him.
“Can…can I kiss you?” he asked tentatively.
Their lips met, and he felt fireworks explode in his chest. They broke apart and he leaned back against the ropes, and she leaned back on him.
"I like it here already,” she laughed.