Secret (Edmund x Reader)
Anon said: Hey! So I’d like an Edmund imagine, where the reader and Edmund “hate each other”, and call each other things like “dumbass” and “loser”, but secretly both have a thing going on and won’t admit it?? And at the end they do and it’s all fluffy and kisses?? Thanks!!
It is impossible for me to think of a time when Edmund and I got along. Our relationship was based on of one of us messing up and immediately having the error called out by the other. Is King Edmund ridiculously attractive? Yes. Do I love it when he runs his hand through his hair? Of course. Am I hopelessly in love with him? Totally. Does he know? Absolutely not.
Yesterday I was playing a quick game of chess with Susan in the library. We both enjoy the game because we both make our moves quickly. Normally I beat her, but my attention wasn’t completely devoted to the game. Edmund and Peter were sitting at the other end of the long table that ran the length of the room. I was putting more effort into eavesdropping than I was in the game, and before I knew it a smug Susan was sitting across from me.
“You’re quite out of it today, (y/n),” she smirked.
“I am not,” I replied quickly, looking down at the board.
“Yes you are. I have you in checkmate.” Susan tapped me on the forehead and broke out laughing. Her fit of giggles attracted the attention of Peter who, like me, listened to other’s conversations.
“Good job Su!” he cheered. Peter stood up and gave Susan a high five, but I was watching as Edmund pushed back his seat and walked past me out the door.
“You’re such a dumbass,” he muttered as he strode past me. I opened my mouth to reply, but he had already left the room. Rolling my eyes, I sighed and sat back in my chair.
I’d been stewing all last night and this morning when Lucy drug me out into the courtyard to watch Peter and Edmund practice their swordsmanship skills. I never did understand why she enjoyed to watch them, but I sat with her in the shade of a large tree as their session began. It only took two minutes for Edmund to have his feet kicked out from under him. When it happened the first time, Lucy and I looked at each other and smiled. By the third time we were rolling on the ground laughing so hard we had tears in our eyes. Peter was amused by our reactions, but Edmund wasn’t too pleased. When they both had had enough Edmund walked out into the garden while Peter took Lucy inside to grab a snack. I followed Edmund into the flowers and spotted him near the peonies.
“Good job out there today,” I called with a smirk. He looked up with the most serious expression I had ever seen on him.
“Why do you always make so much fun of me?” Edmund asked as I came to stand shoulder to shoulder with him. We were looking out over the flowers and there was a nice breeze picking up.
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“But I asked first,” he paused and turned to face me. “Is it because you fancy me?”
“No,” I scoffed. Being the worst liar in the world, even I could feel the blood rushing to my face.
“That’s funny. I think you have a crush on me, even though you act like you hate me so much.”
“I have never had a crush on you.” I frowned and looked up to see him standing with a huge grin plastered on his face.
“You wouldn’t be blushing so much if that were true,” he commented as he reached out and pinched my cheek.
“Stop it!” I swatted his hand away and shook my head. He grabbed my wrist in his hand and took a deep breath in.
“I have a secret, (y/n),” he whispered. I was already blushing, but when he leaned in so that our noses were half an inch apart I turned a tomato red.
“King Edmund keeps secrets? Who ever would have imagined?” I breathed, staring into his beautiful brown eyes. His nose had a light dusting of freckles across it that I had never noticed before.
“I’ve always fancied you. And, quite honestly, I’m sick of pretending I don’t.” He leaned in and closed the gap between our lips. It was a sweet kiss, and when we pulled apart he plucked a daisy from the garden and tucked it behind my ear.