The air of Narnia had been working upon him ever since they arrived on the island, and all his old battles came back to him, and his arms and fingers remembered their old skill. He was King Edmund once more.
Prompt/ask: Hey can I ask for a Edmund x reader where you are Caspian’s twin sister and they fall for each other but Caspian doesn’t like it
Word count: 642
A/N: Sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted! I hope you like it regardless.
The air on the Dawn Treader was clear and chilly. You remembered feeling the same breeze on the back of your neck in your distant, murky days spent in Telmar-although those winds were much less extraordinary.
You inhaled sharply, breathing in the crystal draft surrounding you. The Narnian sea was exceptionally lovely at night. It seemed to dance before you, each wave rippling in the most magical and captivating way, forcing you into a trance of its beauty.
“You alright?” A voice inquired tenderly from beside you.
You clearly didn’t seem to notice when Edmund came up to join you on the deck; most of the crew had already gone to bed.
Edmund always seemed to be there-not that you were complaining. The boy had something about him that captured your interest almost instantly, something that welcomed your presence. Maybe it was those questioning eyes, that messy hair, that soft-spoken tone…or maybe it was just Edmund. You had only just met the young King, and yet you felt as if you had known him for an eternity.
You nodded slowly, averting your gaze from the waters to Edmund’s soft brown eyes, hidden mostly by the dark.
“I just needed some air.” You said, barely moving your lips as you did so. Edmund nodded, seemingly in understanding. He leaned over the edge of the deck, looking out into the vast water-mass you had just been admiring.
“Lovely, isn’t it?” He suggested thoughtfully. You remained silent, watching him. “Did you have oceans like this in Telmar? Well, I suppose, Narnia.” He let out a small, nervous laugh. “Uh-you and Caspian grew up together in Telmar however, am I correct? Before you, I mean-” Edmund murmured, fumbling over his words a little.
You chuckled, playing with a strand of loose hair that had fallen into your eyes. “Edmund, I only knew my brother for a mere month of my childhood before we were separated.” You said casually, pausing to lean back away from the side of the deck. “We had the chance to reconnect about a week before the Dawn Treader set sail, actually.”
Edmund nodded, breathing in. The two of you remained silent for a moment, taking in the feeling of the swaying ship and the increasingly chilly air.
“Oh, look!” Edmund announced suddenly, breaking the silence. In the dark, you could make out the form of him gesturing towards the sky.
Sure enough, as you glanced towards the heavens, you could see a blanket of constellations. It was nothing like you had ever seen before-never in your entire life.
They weren’t very luminous-you had to look directly up at the sky to catch their light-but they were magnificent. Paintings of centaurs and lions filled the canvas of the sky, showering the stars from each constellation below into your stunned eyes.
“…wow.” Was all you could muster, so astounded by the images before you.
“Aren’t they wonderful?” Edmund asked softly.
You felt him move closer to you, his breathing pace increasing ever-so-slightly. His breath was so close to your neck you could feel the heat radiating off of your skin.
Edmund paused, his fingertips brushing against your waist and his lips grazing across your ear.
“Can I kiss you?” He muttered in what was almost a low growl.
“Edmund! What in Holy Aslan are you doing to my sister?”
Edmund flinched, releasing you immediately and facing Caspian with a dumbfounded expression.
Caspian, who was glaring at Edmund in utter disgust, was standing in the small threshold where the steps leading to the cabins were. He appeared to be holding what looked to be a wooden cup.
“Caspian-” You started, almost close to laughter. Before you could finish, the cup was flying past your ear and into Edmund’s face.
It seemed like you would have to find some more creative kissing spots.
Prompt/ask:(Requested via message) Can you write something involving ed set in vodt? Where the reader is afraid of storms and he brings her to his cabin to comfort her? and kisses? thx!
Word count: 760
The rain outside had become heavier with each passing minute, the storm almost consuming the Dawn Treader. You could nearly feel the entire weight of the boat move with you as you stood up and violently pushed your sheets back from where you previously lay.
Each step you took from your small bed seemed to be weighing you down, as if your socks were flooded from the rain outside. You just needed a breath of fresh air, away from the violent noises.
As you closed the door to your cabin chambers and stepped into the window-less hall separating the rooms, you felt a surge of relief overwhelming you. Without another look around at the dark corridor below deck, you let your eyelids fall shut and your body sink to the floor.
Immediately, your eyes opened and your gaze turned to the gentle face of Edmund Pevensie. “Oh, uh, sorry.”
“Sorry for…?” Edmund inquired softly.
“Bothering you?” You offered, a bit timidly.
“No no, I was just, uh-” He paused, “Actually, I don’t quite know.”
The two of you remained in silence for a moment, you looking up at him from the floor. A crack of thunder broke the silence, its impact hitting the boat like a rush of water. You jumped involuntarily.
Edmund shot you a look of concern as he took a step towards you.
“If you’d like, we could go to my cabin,” Edmund suggested, almost in a whisper as he knelt down a little. “Just so you-oh dammit.”
He stopped mid-sentence, looking oddly flustered. “I’m just now realizing how this sounds.”
You chuckled softly in response, although your smile faded instantly as yet another wave of thunder hit you with a bang. You raised your eyebrows slightly.
“Uh, could we actually? Go to your cabin? I don’t, uh…really want to sleep in my own bed tonight.”
Edmund nodded without hesitation, kneeling down a little more so you could take his hand.
“Of course, not like-well, you know. I won’t be spending the night...” You stammered, trailing off as you got to your feet. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you stood up to meet Edmund at eye-level. You opened your mouth to speak again, the warmth of Edmund’s hand in yours.
“It’s alright.” Edmund said with a small, reassuring smile. “Come.”
His cabin was only a couple doors down from yours, and as he opened it, you immediately felt safe.
There was nothing different about this room compared to your own shabby one below deck, but something about it made you feel as if you had been homesick for it your entire life. Perhaps it was because it belonged to Edmund-although, seeing as you barely knew the man, you doubted that this was the case.
“Thanks.” You said softly as he shut the door behind him. You stood awkwardly for a moment, suddenly becoming aware of how flimsy your nightdress was against your bare skin.
“Oh, do forgive me! Please, sit.” Edmund said hastily, guiding you to the small bed in the darkened room. “Make yourself as comfortable as possible, okay? I can get you some water if-”
“That won’t be necessary Edmund, I’m fine.” You retorted, almost defensively-though you didn’t mean for it to sound that way. Even in the dark, you could tell Edmund was raising a skeptical eyebrow.
He sat beside you tentatively, remaining silent for a moment as the rain continued to pound against the glass in the small window.
“I’ve always been afraid of storms.” You muttered, more to yourself than to Edmund. The latter’s gaze snapped back to you, his eyes questioning you to elaborate.
“Well, I’ve always hated the violence in rain. It’s like an ongoing war you see, each drop…racing for safety.”
Edmund nodded, not breaking eye contact.
“And it’s, I mean,” You continued, leaning back a little on the tiny bed, “Not…pleasant.”
To your surprise, Edmund chuckled faintly. “Well, if it was-as you say-pleasant, I don’t think you’d be sitting on my bed right now.”
You groaned in mock-irration, a small smile forming on your features. “At least something has come out of this storm.”
“Oh?” Edmund said with great amusement, standing up now. “And what exactly?”
“Well, to begin with” You muttered, raising yourself from the bed with deliberate slowness, “I can confirm something.” Edmund raised an eyebrow. “What would you want to-”
And then you were kissing. And, all of a sudden, the rain died out. All that mattered was Edmund.