A Brave Heart
Edmund Pevensie x female!reader Request
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Warnings:none, Canon typical violence
Requested by: JulzLovDraco4Eva on Wattpad
Summary: You're scared that Edmund might never be the same after he returns from the white Witch...
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I sat down near the tent, trying to catch my breath. Learning how to handle a sword was not particularly easy, especially not when Peter was your teacher.
I breathed in deeply and took a sip of my water as I let my mind wander.
I looked up and saw Aslan and Edmund on the hill, the two of them had been talking a lot since we saved Edmund, but he somehow still wasn't the same as before.
I remembered the day we met at that train station, the war was full on going and we had to flee.
And even though, it was a day filled with awful events, having to leave my parents behind, it was still the best day of my life. Because I got to meet my best friends...the Pevensies. We were all sent to Professor Kirk's house, so we had to get along, even if we didn't want to.
I immediately became friends with Lucie, as she and I were the one's to discover Narnia.
"Hey, Earth to Y/N?"
I looked up perplexed as I saw none other than Lucie standing in front of me, smiling.
"How are you doing?", she asked and sat down beside me.
"Well...you know", I mumbled and looked back up at the hills. Aslan and Edmund were gone, "Your brother can be a pain in the ass"
Lucie chuckled and patted my shoulder:"Then why did you choose a sword!"
"I didn't choose it!?", I complained, "Santa Clause gave it to me. Try to say no to Santa Clause"
"Good point", Lucie smiled.
We started to calm down again as Lucie asked:"Have you tried talking to Ed yet?"
I looked down again:"You know, I can't Lu"
"But why!?", she asked perplexed.
"She's right", My head shot up, as I heard Peter's voice,"You should talk to him"
I sighed:"Peter... It's just, he's not the same"
"We know. That's why you need to try it", Lucie insisted.
"We...", Peter started, "We want him back too, and we think that you're the only one, who can bring him back"
"I-I'm not sure", I mumbled.
"Y/N", Peter said sternly, "Believe me, The way he looks at you... Or used to look at you. It's obvious"
Lucie nodded:"And remember, as he caught us sneaking out to Narnia. Where we had that snowball fight. The way he laughed, and the looks he kept giving you. Peter is right"
"Alright Alright", I muttered and got up, "Maybe you are right, but... What if you're not?"
"Y/N...", Lucie started, but I was already walking away, trying not to think about what they just told me.
I kept on walking and finally said down under a tree, near the river. I looked around, as my thoughts about Edmund seemed to corrupt my brain.
"You are thinking about him"
I jumped at the sudden voice next to me. It was Aslan. He looked at me with a smile before sitting down next to me.
"I am", I mumbled, as I knew that there was no point in hiding it from him.
"You know, you're friends are not exactly wrong", Aslan said calmly.
"I am afraid", I admitted.
"Only the one's with a brave heart will be rewarded, my dear",Aslan explained.
I sighed:"You're probably right"
"Do you know the old tale of the sleeping beauty?, Alslan asked and looked at me.
I raised my brow:" Y-yeah, but it's only a tale, isn't it? "
I only nodded at that, not knowing what to say.
"There is a grain of truth in every tale", Aslan smiled.
"The tale says that a kiss of true love can break curses"
"A-Are you trying to say that-", I stutterd.
"Y/N", Aslan said sternly, giving me a smile. He slowly stood up.
He turned to leave, but looked at me one last time:"I believe that you have a brave heart"
I smiled at the lion, knowing what he meant. I watched him leave, before getting up and trying to find Edmund. Peter's words kept echoing in my mind:' Believe me, the way he looks at you... "
I stumbled down the hill, as I finally spotted Edmund. He was sitting near the river. At the spot that I just left a few minutes ago.
"Edmund!?", I yelled, but he didn't respond.
I cautiously sat Down next to him.
"Edmund?", I asked again. Still no response.
I sighed and carefully reached out to touch his hand:"Ed?"
He suddenly looked up at me, face as pale as if he had seen a ghost.
"A-Are you alright?", I stutterd and carefully took his hand in mine.
"I-I am", he mumbled and eyed our intertwined hands,"What are you doing?"
He voice suddenly seemed cold, like he had realized something. He quickly got up and turned to leave.
"Edmund, wait!?", I yelled but he didn't listen. I jumped up and sprinted after him. I grabbed his hand again turning him Back towards me.
"Y/N!!", he yelled. I looked up into his eyes. Those beautiful bright blue eyes, now seemed dark and lifeless.
"Ed... Please", I mumbled and stepped closer to him.
Edmund looked at me confused, as I grasped his cheek,"Please Ed, come back to us...to me"
He was about to break away from me, as I quickly connected our lips. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but Edmund almost immediately froze, as my lips touched his.
I stepped back and watched as Edmund fell to his knees.
"Ed!?", I yelled and kneeled down in from of him, "Ed, are you alright!?"
He slowly looked back up at me. His eyes wild and confused, but back at their normal blue glimmer.
"Ed?", I asked again.
"Y/N?", he asked perplexed. I only smiled at him. He was back. Edmund was back.
"It's alright", I mumbled at pulled him into my arms.
"I'm so so sorry, Y/N", he mumbled into my shoulder.
"It's alright", I said again. All I cared about now, was that Edmund was back. And Aslan was right. A brave heart will be rewarded.
Bonus:
"Edmund? Edmund, where the hell are you?", I yelled, as I got up. I looked around, the battle was still going on. And the army of Narnians was fighting bravely against the white witch.
"Edmund!?", I yelled again. We were parted only a few minutes ago. I was attacked by too many dwarfs at once, not only loosing sight of Edmund, but also somehow loosing my sword.
I turned around, as my eyes widened. I saw Edmund in front of the White Witch. He was about to get stabbed.
I looked around, noticing my sword laying a few meters in front of them.
I started to sprint, as the Witch took a swing to stile Edmund down.
I reached my sword after a few seconds, grabbing the handle tightly and racing towards them. Just in time, I managed to slip in between the With And Edmund. I raised my sword to deflect her Wand , as it suddenly busted into a thousand tiny shards of glass.
Edmund and I were thrown backwards, as an Intense lighting erruped in front of us.
I felt Ed grabbing my shoulders and pulled me back against his chest, as Aslan appeared in front of us, Stricking down the witch.
I breathed in deeply. It was over. The White Whitch was dead. Narnia was saved.
"Are you alright?", Edmund asked and I turned around, nodding.
"I am", I mumbled.
"Thanks for saving me", Ed smiled. He slightly pecked my lips before the two of us got up. Arm in Arm, we trotted over to his siblings and Aslan. The whole bunch was smiling at us.
"We did it", I smiled.
"You did indeed", Aslan agreed, a proud smile on his face:"The bravest of them all"
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Whumpuary Day 1: captivity | snow | secret revealed
@whumpuary
Fandom: Narnia
CW: Hypothermia, blood
"Peter..." Susan murmured, her steady movements with her pencil ceasing. "Edmund said he was going for a quick walk - he said he'd be back well before lunch."
Peter looked up from the document he was reading. "We've had lunch. Since we started ruling here at Cair Paravel, I've never known him to miss a deadline... Especially not by this much," he mused.
Susan snapped her sketchbook closed and rose from her seat at the window. "Well, that does it. I'm going to look for him. It's freezing out there; who knows what might have happened?"
She made a beeline for the door, dumping her book and pencils on the table. "Wait, Su. I'll come as well. Lucy can stay here, and that document was getting on my nerves for about the last time I could bear it," Peter said, standing up from his chair and joining Susan to go and get their weapons and cloaks.
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How long had he been laying there?
The cold attacked his soaked skin like an army of needles, penetrating into his inner body and draining hope from his spirit.
Immobile, on his back, Edmund felt once again the sharp bite of the wound in his side. The snow on the ground had given way to ice at just the right moment for him to lose his footing, and through the shock he had not missed the sudden stab of a stray tree root in the side of his torso.
Luckily, he did not reckon it to be a deep wound, and there were high chances of survival - provided he got help. And soon.
Feeling the sting once again, Edmund touched his hand to the injury, sending a bolt of pain rippling through his body. When he took his hand away, it was drenched in blood - yet he had only held it there for a couple of seconds, if that.
Heart beginning to race, he realised he was losing blood fast - far faster than he had expected. Chances of getting out of this were decreasing rapidly. But he had to stay calm. If his heart pumped more blood than it was already round his body, he might bleed out before half an hour had passed.
Oh, please, Aslan. Help me... Send Lucy. Please.
"Peter... Lion's mane! PETER!!!"
No... That couldn't be...
Someone fell to their knees beside him, cradling his head in her arms.
"Susan...?" Edmund choked out.
"Ed! Aslan's mane, you had us worried!" A second voice, male, joined their sister.
Edmund closed his eyes, too exhausted to make speaking worth the energy.
"Susan his lips are blue. We have to get him back to Lucy before he freezes out here," Peter said, his voice shaky with urgency.
"Can we even move him, though? Have you seen his side?"
"We have to try."
Susan gave in, hugging her arms further around Edmund and lifting him gently to a sitting position. He cringed in pain at the movement, eventually needing to be laid down again.
"Peter we can't. He can't be moved. One of us will have to go back for Lucy," Susan pleaded.
Peter's gaze darkened with anxiety as he looked at his wounded brother.
"If it's of any help to your gracious majesties, I would be honoured to be of service," a shrill voice peeped from the branches overhead.
Susan smiled in relief at the bird. "Yes, please. Send Lucy to us with her cordial, quickly. Thank you so much."
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It wasn't long before the fourth sibling could be heard crashing through the trees in her haste to get to her brother. One, two drops of her special ointment were poured into Edmund's lips, and then they waited.
"Susan... The blood's stopped!" Peter remarked joyfully.
Edmund sat up, of his own accord, and Lucy couldn't help but notice his lips had gone from blue to a healthy red in no time at all. She embraced her brother gleefully, soon getting crushed as the two older siblings joined in.
"Thank you, Aslan," Edmund whispered, inaudibly to those around him. But deep down in his heart, he knew the great Lion had heard his prayers.
Thanks for reading! /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
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