Imagine Edmund reading about your crush on him in your diary.requested by: @hopebaker !! thanks for

Imagine Edmund reading about your crush on him in your diary.

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“Lucy!? Have you seen my diary?” You called down your grandfather’s stairs. The Pevensies had come to stay with you as refugees from London, and you got along with them perfectly. Well, save for Edmund, who avoided you for some reason. But, regrettably, it only made him more intriguing. To say you were beginning to form a fancy for him would be a hard truth to deal with - you only spoke about it in your diary. Which had gone missing this morning.

“Your diary?” Lucy’s voice called back, before she appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

“Yes, you haven’t seen it, have you?”

“No,” she frowned, “I’m afraid not.” She took a couple of steps up the stairs, her brow creased in thought. “Have you checked the boys’ room?”

Now, it was your turn to frown. “The boys’ room? Why on earth would it be there?”

“Well, Edumnd has always been… somewhat of a rebel.” She laughed, but it was stained with a grimace. “Perhaps you should check just in case?”

You nodded and turned, following your feet until you came to the front of the door that lead to Edmund and Peter’s room. You hesitated to raise your fist, palms sweaty. But you made yourself do it - you needed your diary.

A flustered Edmund opened the door at your knock. His cheeks and ears were dusted with pink, and he looked surprised to see you. “O-oh. Uh, hullo.”

“Ed? Are you alright?” Your brows raised and you reached out in concern, but he ducked away from your hand.

The next thing you knew, your diary was in your face. You reflexively took it and cradled it to your chest as realisation dawned on you. “Wait… did you…?”

“No! No I didn’t read it!” You couldn’t help but think his tone was unwarranted as he slammed the door hard in your face.

You blushed hard.

He totally read it.

written by: archie