Reader Insert Fandom Imagines

Edmund Pevensie (Narnia)

Warnings: Mentions of blood and wounds & slight mention of upcoming violence.

Code:
(Y/n) = your name
(Y/n/n) = your nick name

A/N. Requested by the lovely @Pinayako2020 because I have been bugging her with Peter Pevensie Requests. Yeah. This is her payback. (I'm still gonna annoy her :P) Anyways! Here:

You were watching Susan practice her archery ready for the upcoming battle against the Telmarines. You had already exhausted yourself and so were sitting not too far away from the targets, resting. Your gaze wandered over to the other side of the field, where Peter, Caspian and your boyfriend Edmund were talking. Edmund rolled his eyes and grinned at you as Caspian stalked off. You smiled back, then turned back to watch Caspian sneak up on Susan. It was obvious they fancied each other. Sooooo obvious. Completely unaware, Susan strung another arrow and aimed at the target, trying to get another bullseye. You watched in amusement as Caspian grabbed her shoulders from behind, causing a startled Susan to loose the arrow in completely the wrong direction. Your grin faded into a grimace as you fell back onto the grass, arrow protruding from your shoulder.
"Good shot, Su." You hissed out from behind gritted teeth, thankful that no-one had noticed. As Susan was distracted (kissing Caspian, you noticed, disgusting), you wrenched the arrow out, wiped the point clean on the grass and stuck it into the bullseye, then resumed your previous position.

"Good shot, Su!" You yelled across to her, making her and Caspian aware that there were still people around. She blushed and playfully pushed Caspian away.
"Thanks, (y/n)!" She called back, noticing her 'superb' shot.
"I'm going to go get a drink, the sun's wearing me out!" You yelled, lying your head off. What you actually wanted to do was bandage your shoulder (which was aching like nobody's business) and lie down in a darkened room. But of course you couldn't tell her that. She nodded and you stood up, thankful that your dark red dress hid most of the growing scarlet stain, and ran off back to Aslan's How.

"Where's (y/n)?" Edmund crossed the archery range to talk to Susan.
"She said she wanted to get a drink, but she seemed out of sorts. Go and find her, Ed."
Edmund nodded and ran off, concerned.

"(Y/n)?" You could hear Edmund calling your name as you tightly bandaged your shoulder. You bandaged quicker, hearing his footsteps draw closer. With just a few seconds to spare, you slipped on a fresh dress, green this time, and turned to face him, jug of water in hand.
"Hello, Ed." You grinned, but your smile dropped as his gaze fell upon your other dress. The blood-stained one. Drat. "I can explain..."
"No need, (Y/n/n). Come here." You cautiously stepped towards him, and removed your dress, leaving you in a thin petticoat.
"May I...?" Edmund gestured at your hastily bandaged shoulder, to which you nodded.
He hissed in surprise as he unwrapped the bandages to reveal the bloody flesh. Carefully and tenderly he dabbed at the wound with a wet cloth, and you bit your lip. When it was cleaned to his satisfaction, he fetched a healing salve and gently worked it into the raw flesh, then re-bandaged your shoulder with fresh bandages.

"How's that?" He asked, looking up.
You smiled at him. "It feels much better, thank you, Ed."
He kissed your hands. "The hands of a king are the hands of a healer." He smiled. "Anything for my lovely lady (y/n).
You felt a blush spreading over your cheeks. "I love you."
His smiled broadened and he replied, "I love you too." Cupping your cheek, he brought yo closer for a sweet kiss.

A clearing of the throat at the door made you break apart. Ed whirled around. A curious Lucy stood there, accompanied by Trumpkin.
"Why were you kiss-" Lucy began, but was cut off by Trumpkin.
"It has begun."

A/N. I hope you liked! Remember, requests are open, so please do request, see the first page. Also, a cookie to anyone who gets the "The hands of a king are the hands of a healer." reference! That's all for now! FS xxx