#The she played with the hem of her skirt and they're both different people

[cupcakesmoothie]

Listen I'm all for using multiple pronouns, go crazy, it's not up to me to decide how you wanna live your life, but-

If you use different pronouns for the same person, IN THE SAME SENTENCE, I'm going to automatically think it's a different person

"She thought that they said-" sounds like two different people please

[morbiderotica]

OKAYYY hear me out.. PLS IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THIS. so basically an Xavier Thorpe smut where the reader had posted a video or a photo (basically they were wearing revealing clothes in it) and Xavier found out and he got JEALOUS so he went to her dorm to show her who she belonged to..🤗

─ ★ picture … fem!reader ... thinkin this pose and maybe shorter skirt?? idk

It was late at night, and everyone should be sleeping, but of course, in a school full of troubled outcasts, no one is going to follow the lights out rule. Xavier was looking through his social media mindlessly until he came across a rather erotic picture that you posted. "new skirt!!" The caption read to which Xavier scoffed. "'New skirt'? More like 'look at my ass'." He scrolled down into the comments, noticing the fawning men.

He didn't know why but seeing people, some even being his friends, being able to see you like this made him want to punch each and every one of them repeatedly in the face. He shut his phone off and ran his hands through his dirty blond hair. "Fuck it." He thought as he started his journey to your dorm.

He knocked rapidly, hoping you hadn't already fallen asleep. You opened the door quite quickly, wondering who was trying to bother you so late at night. "Xavier? What are you doing here." You asked. "Delete that picture." He demanded as he pushed past you into your dorm. "Where's your roommate?" He followed up. "She's crashing with her girlfriend. What picture?" You questioned.

"The skirt one." He sat on your bed while looking for your phone. You laughed innocently once you realized what this was about. "Did you like it? My favorite skirt by far." You go to get the skirt to show it to him. "Yeah, yeah, it's a great skirt. Delete the picture." He stood up and walked towards you. "Why?" You knew it was a little scandalous but you didn't care. "Because I said so." You could tell he was angry.

"Whatever." You walk past him, over to your bed, and grabbed your phone that was under your pillow. You deleted the photo, hoping to put Xavier at ease. "There, happy?" You ask sarcastically. He didn't say anything but you could tell he was thinking about something. "What?"

Barely a second later he walked up to you and pulled you in for a passionate kiss. You were surprised but you didn't pull away. He pushed you back onto your bed. He didn't really seem eager but the whimpers that came from him told a different story. His hand trailed down to the bottom of your pajama shorts, toying with the hem.

"Can I take these off?" He asked and you agreed. He pulled them down revealing your old underwear. "Fuck, forgot I had those on." You laughed and he laughed along. "They're cute." He barely mumbled before reconnecting your lips'. You could feel the heat pool into your underwear. You were oddly turned on by your best friend making out with you.

"Want this off." He said tugging on your oversized shirt. You quickly complied, the both of you sitting up so you can take your shirt off. He was shocked to find out you weren't wearing a bra. He found himself staring at your tits and you giggle slightly at his reaction. He pushed you back down onto your bed, attaching his mouth to your nipple. "Gonna fuck you so hard." He mumbled and he moved his mouth to your unattended nipple.

"What are you waiting for?" You teased and he looked up at you with lust. He pulled his shirt off, discarding it on the floor. He pulled your underwear down throwing, them next to his shirt. "So pretty." He groaned as he pushed his fingers into your tight pussy. You moaned as he entered you, basking in the way his fingers felt inside you.

"Harder!" You moaned and he obliged. You brought your hands up to your tits to play with them as Xavier worked your pussy. "What a sight for sore eyes." He bit his lip. He took his free hand and began rubbing your clit. "Fuck me, please, Xavier!" You whined and he pulled his fingers out, sucking the juices off of them. He lowered his pants, revealing his erection. He rubbed himself through your folds a few times before pushing in.

He barely gave you time to adjust, remembering that he was here to teach you a lesson. "Don't ever post anything like that again, you hear me?" He spoke through baited breaths. "Mhm!" You moaned out, pushing yourself further on his dick. Each thrust felt like euphoria. "You belong to me. No one else gets to see that shit. Only me." He rambled.

You brought your hand to your clit, rubbing it as Xavier watched. "Fuck, you're so hot." He exclaimed at the sight of you desperately abusing your clit. "Make me so hot and bothered." You whine. "Feeling's mutual." He groaned as you released on his dick. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck." He quickly pulled out before he came inside you.

He sat you up and pumped his throbbing dick in front of your mouth. "Open." He commanded and you listened. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue as he came. You swallowed every drop of cum he so graciously let you have. "Good slut." And just like that, you were both turned on again.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

RESISTERE TENTATIONEM: CAPITULUM I

HELLION: A rowdy or mischievous person

Pairings: Damian Priest x Reader

Warnings: +18 explicit content

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @ziasaph , @theworldofotps , @alyhull , @bellalutionn , @aerynscrichton , @serpantscorpio8497 , @omegasshyghuleh6661ghosts , @squirreledelman , @lovinglerae , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @waywardwrestlewritingwaif , @sassymox

Notes: I’m so into this series that I even made moodboards 🤣 Don’t @ me 😂 I want to give a HUGE a thank you (and shout out) to @letsgivethisonemoreshot for helping me out with this entire trilogy! Thank you for your ideas and feedbacks, love ❤️ If you’d like to check out my previous works, you can find them on my Masterlist 😘

“Miss Y/L/N” He greeted me “Sit down”

Father Damian was the school’s principal, and in the three short months since I transferred to this school, let’s just say I’ve spent a lot of time in a chair in his office

“Yes?” I faked a smile as I stared at him from the chair I was sitting on

“Can you explain to me what this is?” He showed me a piece of paper written ‘Satan rules! And fuck you, Principal Damian’ “And why was this taped to my car window?”

“I have no idea where that came from” I shrugged

“Miss Y/L/N, are we really gonna go down that path?” He pinched the bridge of his nose

“Why do you think that was me?” I pretended to be offended

“Because you’re the only student who has pulled stunts like this before”

“Maybe it was one of your perfect little students” I stood up and made my way towards his wooden desk and sat on top of it “You know, the ones who wear the pearl necklaces to show their purity” I laughed

“Miss Y/L/N, please refrain yourself from talking ill of the other students and return to your seat”

“Why? Because they’re pure, perfect and collected?” I slid across the desk and placed myself in front of him “Because they’re God’s children and I’m Satan’s spawn?”

“Miss Y/L/N” He warned

“Yes, Father?” I batted my lashes at him

“Ever since you stepped foot inside this school, you have done nothing but speak profanities, break the school’s dress code and make the lives of everyone in here a living Hell!”

“When have I spoken profanities?” I gasped, acting as if I was shocked

“You asked your classmate if you could caress her…. pussy!” He said through gritted teeth and I held back a chuckle

“And what’s wrong with that? She got a cat and I wanted to know if I could pet her”

“You asked another colleague if you could taste her melons!”

“She brought some with her for a snack and I love melons! Don’t you love them too, father?” I smirked

“What about the ‘BJ practice at 4pm behind the bleachers in gym’ sign you were caught hanging on the wall?” He crossed his arms in front of his chest

“What? BJ: Bible Jam, where we go over some hymns and try to set up a choir, since you don’t have one here”

“Is the choir for you ‘demonic pagan chants’ you love to recite in Latin to the other students?”

I just shrugged in response

He sighed “You’re turning nineteen years old next month, Miss Y/L/N! You’re an adult, so behave as such! The entire reason you were transferred here in the first place was because of your horrid habit of skipping classes, which caused you to repeat last year! How long do you plan on continuing that behaviour? Until you turn twenty years old, perhaps? My point is, how difficult is it to follow the rules? You can’t even follow a simple dress code, Miss Y/L/N!”

“That’s absurd!” I said with a huff “I follow the dress code impeccably!”

“By wearing revealing undergarments?”

“How do you know they're revealing if you're not looking, Father?” I smiled

“It’s a bit difficult to not see a red bra underneath a white shirt, Miss Y/L/N”

“So you do like melons then?” I laughed “Oh Father, is the Devil tempting you with the pleasures of the flesh?” I grinned evilly as I leaned towards him, revealing some of my cleavage

“You know perfectly well to not joke with unholy names, Miss Y/L/N” He gulped

“I love to swirl my tongue around the D word, Father” I whispered “Would you like me to show you how well it fits my mouth?”

“Miss Y/L/N, you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into”

“I’m talking about the Devil, Father Damian” I cackled “But I see you have another D on your mind”

“You shouldn’t mock the Devil, Miss Y/L/N. It’s not wise” He whispered, placing both of his hands on my sides and trapping me on the desk

“I’m not mocking, Father. I think he’s quite fun actually...don’t you?” I tilted my head to the side

“All that is forbidden is fun, Miss Y/L/N” His fingers brushed against my exposed thighs “It’s delightful to commit sinful actions”

I was caught off guard by his behavior, I never expected him to actually respond to my flirting

“What’s the matter, Y/N?” He chuckled “Devil got your tongue?”

“Maybe” He placed one hand underneath the hem of my skirt and stroked my inner thigh “He told you that I saw your red lace thong when you bent down to tie your shoes in the hallway this morning”

I gasped in shock and he continued

“The Devil knows our weaknesses so well, doesn’t he, Y/N? He knows that my weakness is a devilish little slut like you, and he knows that your weakness is a holy cock” He laughed

“Father Damian” I gasped

“What’s wrong, Y/N? Wouldn’t you like to commit a sin with me? A delicious, rough, sweaty and lustful sin?” He leaned forward until he was uncomfortably close to me

“Maybe I can turn you into a good little lamb once my cock is buried deep inside your pussy” He nibbled my bottom lip “Would you like me to fuck the filthy whore out of you?”

“Father...I-“

“What is it, Y/N? Not so brave anymore, are we?” He chuckled “I thought you liked teasing, isn’t that what you’ve been doing with me for the past three months? Teasing me non stop with your bratty attitude and smart mouth? Do you think I’m dumb? That I don’t see your true intentions?”

“I-“

“No no no” He placed two fingers on my lips and whispered “Don’t speak” Father Damian turned around and grabbed a Bible from his bookshelf

“Do you know what the punishment is for the lustful people in Hell, Y/N?” He turned around and looked at me in the eyes while placing the Bible on top of his table

I nodded in response

“Enlighten me, then” He grinned

“Those who commit the sin of lust will be punished in Hell by being smothered in fire and brimstone, Father”

“Good girl” He smiled “I see you paid attention to your biblical studies class” He said in a mocking tone

“Don’t you think that sounds so appealing?” He asked, tilting his head to the side and reaching for the Bible

“No, I don’t” I whispered

“Yes, it is. Want me to show you how appealing it can be?” He smirked, opening the Bible

To my surprise it was a hollowed out Bible, inside of it there was a slim vibrator and a bottle of lube

“Why do you have-“

“Yes or no, Y/N?”

“Yes” It slipped out of my mouth so easily

He smirked and reached his hands underneath my skirt, soon after the sound of cloth being torn apart filled up the room. Father Damian kept his gaze locked with mine as he brought my ripped thong to his lips, his tongue darting out and licking the piece of fabric

“Sinners always taste so sweet, don’t they?” He chuckled

Grabbing the lube, he squirted some on his fingers and spread it through my folds, the cold feeling was soon replaced by a warm feeling I never felt before. He added some more lube to his digit and slid his finger in me

“Oh my God” I moaned at the warmth that filled me

He reached for the vibrator and turned it on, sliding the cold toy against my warm bundle of nerves

“Fuck” I shuddered at the pleasurable feeling

“Repeat the punishment for me, Y/N” He smirked

“Being smothered” I started and his free hand wrapped around my throat

“And?” He grinned evilly

“Fire” I whispered, as he squirted more lube directly onto my folds this time

“So much fire” He smirked, replacing his finger with the toy at the same time his grip around my neck closed

I moaned softly as all of the different sensations hit me

“Oh there she is!” He laughed “The sinful little whore” And sucked on my bottom lip “You love to come out and play, don’t you my sweet harlot?”

I just nodded softly

“I’ll give you something even nicer for you to play with, how does that sound to you?”

“Anything, just please” I pleaded

He smiled widely, like a predator. In my foggy haze of pleasure I hadn’t even realized what he meant by that

“Father, please” I moaned

He smiled at my pleading “Oh my dear Y/N, isn't it a real joy to be a sinner?”

[haileybeehappy]

Ashton Irwin. House Party

Warnings. smut (second? time writing smut)

Word count. 3.1k

Summary. You and Ash have some fun in the middle of a party.

Inspired by this picture.

Ashton being the 'boss man' he is, as Calum calls him decided to throw a party. He was not drinking of course, but decided to get everyone else he knew drunk. You being the amazing girlfriend you are decided to stay sober with him. He said that it was fine and you should take a shot or two but you turned that down and stuck with your soda. 

An hour and a half into the party even more people piled through the doors of Ashtons LA home. Some carrying cases of alcohol. Ash greeted them all and showed them where to place their beverages. You mingled around the party sticking with the boys of the band most of the time, well more so their girlfriends. 

"Hey sweetheart," Ash had come up behind you grabbing your waist and moving his hand to your ass. You smile and lean into his side. You continue to talk with your close group of friends until there's a crash and the music cuts out. The boys set down their drinks and head to the 'DJ' station. 

"So how do you like LA?" Sierra asks. 

"it's absolutely amazing. So different than New York. I miss home a lot but Ash makes that homesick feeling go away," You smile. You swirl the ice around in the cup with the carbonated liquid. 

"Yeah I get that. I miss home a lot too," Calums girlfriend responds. They had met just before You and Ashton. She was so sweet. The perfect, ideal woman for him. 

"Ash has been talking about heading to see my family, Meet them Properly. Hoping to get there before the big surge of holiday tourists," the girls nod. Then Michael's voice comes over the speakers. 

"Dirty Cliffo in the HOUSE!" a roar of laughter surges through the party of people. Crystal just shakes her head and smiles. 

"I'm gonna head up there with him," We all nod at her as the music ques up. You move through the croud and to the back of the living room and find a spot on a sofa. You sit back and listen to some stories being told, well screamed, over the load music. Every once in a while a laugh surged through the small group of people and you laugh along pretending to know what they're talking about. 

As much as you loved music and the boys band you don't feel as if you fit into this world. As you sit and catch a few words here and there Luke approaches you. 

"Hey Shrimpy," you raise your eyebrows as if to say 'yes?' you'd think the nickname had to do something with size. Nope, the first time you met him you threw shrimp up all over his new red suede boots. And the name stuck.

"Ash is looking for you, He's over by the patio doors I think," you nod at the tall man. 

"Thanks Bull Dozer," another nickname you'd think would have to do with size but no. That's another story for another time. You make your way to the sliding doors on the other side of the large room. You shift your way through groups of people. 

You see him leaned up against a wall talking to one of his gym buddies. He looks around whole talking to the man, making sure to make a respectful amount of eye contact. He then spots you and excuses himself from the conversation. You meet him halfway and he wraps him arms around you. 

"You know I don't like it when you wander baby girl," he almost growls. He was, aroused to say the least. You could always tell, by the way he holds you and the way his voice changes. He pulls out his phone and shoots a text to Mikey. "Music up pls." and fee second later the volume rises to almost too much. 

He has one arm wrapped around you, and he takes your hands and places them in the waistband of his pants, securing your fingers around his belt. 

"Don't move your hands princess," he says in your ear. You look around and no one seems to notice you two. If they do no one is saying anything. You nod. "Use your words,"

"Yes sir," you say barely above a whisper. He still manages to hear you. He keeps one arm wrapped around you, he pulls you as close as he can to you. His free hand makes it's way down the front of your skirt. The one he picked out for you earlier that day. 

He plays with the hem of the underwear you're wearing. A black lacey uncomfortable thing. With a matching bra. His favorite set, that's why you have four or five pairs. He just plays with the hem, every few strides of his fingers down the lace he Grace's by your heat. You start to try to rub yourself into him but he pulls away. At this point you're soaked. 

"Please Daddy," You whimper. He smiles and pushes the wet cloth aside and gets to work. As he pushes into you, you go to grip his shoulders. when you do that his hand shoots out from your skirt and places your hands back on his belt. 

"I said don't move, if it happens again I'll have to punish you. Understand?" He growls. His voice sends a shiver down your spine. You feel a mix of pleasure and fear. A feeling you welcome. 

"Yes sir," you nod and he pushes his hand into your skirt and back into you. You whimper and lay your head on his chest. he pushes one finger in and out of you while playing with your clit. you try to keep yourself quite. Scared someone would hear you over the deafening music.

As he continues the other arm wrapped around you rubs up and down your back. He raises it to the base of your neck and makes you look up at him. At this point you have tears in your eyes and are wanting to finish. He pulls you in for a kiss and you moan into his mouth. 

"Do you wanna come princess?" 

"Yes, please. Daddy please." You moan out. Your head rests against his chest. 

"Okay, let go. Come for me Baby," He presses harder into your core. His fingers as far as they can go. Curling, reaching the perfect spot. As you come around his fingers your legs almost give put on you. His arm wrapped around your torso keeps you up off the ground. "Good girl, do good for me," he praises you. All you can do is nod. 

After a few minutes you have calmed down and Ashton had shoved his fingers in your mouth and had you clean them. kept them in until he was satisfied. You could feel him hardening in his black skinny jeans. 

"Daddy, calm down. someone might see your not so little friend," he just laughs. He adjusts you in front of him so he can reach and fix himself. You both end up wandering around and mingling with people for another hour before the party gets shut down. Ash kicks everyone out very nicely and they all leave peacefully. Mike Cleans up his DJ station while the rest of our crew cleans up the mess was left behind. 

Not too much this time. Quite a few glasses, only two broken. Some empty alcohol bottles laying around. A cellphone left in the couch and another under the bar. After sitting and talking for another twenty minutes everyone calls it a night and heads home. You and Ashton sit on the couch and he pulls you onto his lap. You were surprised it took this long. 

"Tonight was amazing Princess," you nodded. You lightly threw your head back onto his shoulder. "Especially that little adventure huh?"

You can't help but bite your lip. "Yes Daddy," He let's out a light groan. 

"You liked getting off in front of all those people huh?"

"Yes Daddy," you both pause for a moment. "Can I help you now Daddy?" You could practically see him smirking. 

"Yes princess. He runs his hands from the tops of your thighs and to your breasts, grasping them in his large hands. "On your knees," He whispers as he kissed your neck. "Suck Daddy of like the good little girl you are,"

thanks for reading 😁

[raging-violets]

Narnia:  “How many pumpkins do you actually need?!” // Fall Prompt // Edmund x Issi

Pulling an exaggerated face, Issi wiped the horse-hair fine trail of pumpkin guts sticking to her fingers onto the wooden table she stood behind. Fighting the sudden wave of disgust, annoyance, and restlessness that rolled through her body, Issi laughed in response to the loud cries of "Ewwww," and the wrinkled noses of the little Telmarine children that crowded around her. She rolled her shoulders and shook her head, only relaxing when the foreign feelings passed.

"It is not so bad, these pumpkins," she said.

"They smell funny," a little girl said, sticking her tongue out between the gap in her teeth.

"They do, yes," Issi agreed with a nod of her head. "No better than any other bloke, I'd say. But they are mighty tasty, I'd say." Reaching her arm into the pumpkin up to her elbow, she grabbed a handful of warm, slimy, pumpkin guts and lifted it into the air. "Want some?"

"Noooo." The girls shook their heads, hair flying. The boys reached out little fingers to touch it, recoiling as the goo stuck to their fingers. Some jumped up and down, shrieking, waving their littles hands.

"Really?" Issi feigned surprise. Shrugging her shoulders, she pulled down the corners of her lips. "More for me, then."

"You can't eat that whole pumpkin by yourself," a little girl declared, sticking her finger into the air. She stepped forward and rest her chin on top of the table, watching Issi separated the seeds from the pumpkin guts. "It's too big."

"Reckon I'd be waddling all over town if I tried," Issi agreed. The kids tittered, pushing themselves closer. "No, I'm going to be eating the seeds. You will too if you come back in visit. A few spices, and it's the perfect afternoon snack." She placed her hands on the table and leaned forward, lowering her voice conspiratorially.

"What about that stuff?"

"Well, they're good for the body, good for your eyes," Issi explained, swinging her curly red hair out of her face, "and make for a great tart." She then started wiggling her guts covered fingers in their faces. "And it's ooey, and gooey, and right fun to play with." She reached for the child closest to her and they all shrieked and ran off. Issi's laughter followed behind them.

"Hi, Issi." Hair shining in the sun, Lucy stepped across the stone road, one hand lifting the skirts of her dress upwards, the other cradling a medium sized pumpkin under her arm. Issi took quick steps towards Lucy to unburden her from the weight that was pulling her down towards the Earth. Lucy looked around at the differently sized and shaped pumpkins lined up along the ground. "How many more pumpkins do you need?! There's got to be twenty here, at least."

"Queen Lucy," Issi said, carefully taking the pumpkin, doing her best not to leave any of the pumpkin goo on her. "I reckon this should be enough. The little babes will either like carving pumpkins or hate it."

"Carving pumpkins," Lucy said with a happy sigh, "it was always my favorite."

"You are most welcome to join us," Issi said. Once her hands were free of the pumpkin, she lowered herself into a curtsy. The drying pumpkin guts on her hands stuck to the thick fabric, peeling from her palms. "Peter and Susan as well."

Edmund snorted as he shuffled over, a larger pumpkin held in his arms. His cheeks puffed slightly. A light sheen of sweat covered his forehead. Still, he kept his chin up. "Peter? Come carve a pumpkin?" Edmund asked, voice tight. "That's not likely."

"Do you need any help, Edmund?" Lucy asked, her eyes widening slightly.

"You could barely hold it, Lu." Shifting the pumpkin upwards just slightly, Edmund's scoff of laughter puffed his cheeks up further.

"It looks like you can't, either," Lucy pointed out. Issi hid a laugh behind her arm, using her forearm to scratch at her nose before brushing loose hair up off her forehead.

"I'm ok."

"Are you sure?" Issi asked.

The wooden table creaked and threatened to buckle under the weight of the pumpkin Edmund suddenly dropped onto it's top. Planting his hands on his hips, he nodded. "I'm sure," he replied. He used a hand to indicate between the two of them. "Neither of you could carry it."

"Where would we be without King Edmund around to carry our pumpkins?" Lucy asked with over the top grandeur. "Without his sword, how could we ever carve them?" She clutched at her chest.

"What are you on about?" Edmund asked, making a face. "Who had the best carved pumpkin two years in a row?"

"They were pretty good," Lucy admitted, dropping her dramatization with a grin. "Even if you hated scraping out the pumpkin guts."

"Well, with all of these pumpkins, I'm sure to feed all the hungry babes that comes by," Issi said, slapping her hand on the pumpkin Edmund had just deposited on the table. "With King Peter's permission, I am going to take them out on a small patrol around the area." She grinned sheepishly. "I may have made the mistake of telling them some spooky stories and now they're kind of scared of the dryads." She lifted a hand to the side of her mouth and said in a faux whisper, "They think they're forest witches."

"Better that than any real witches," Edmund commented. "Or the Boogeyman." His lips lifted into a teasing smile he threw Lucy's way. "Coming after little girls sneaking sweets into bed."

Issi pressed her lips together at the sudden rush of anger that prickled and burned through her. Attempting to breathe through the onslaught of emotion that scratched at her, wanting to be released, her nostrils flared. She blinked rapidly, attempting to keep her eyes dry. Clearly, Jadis didn't like being talked badly about.

It was such a normal comment. Not said with any malice, yet Issi knew he was thinking of Jadis. Could see it in the sudden light that flickered, almost imperceptible, yet blazed with intensity. Her thoughts had instantly gone in the same direction. Jadis was not happy about it. Issi clenched her teeth behind her lips, reaching a hand to grip the edge of the table. He knuckles popped as she gripped the edge tighter, tighter, the tips of her fingers throbbing.

"I thought I was being sneaky," Lucy sniffed, brushing her shoulder with her cheek. She then pouted, looking so much her age in that moment than with the heir of regality (though youthful) she carried herself with. "And you didn't have to scare me out of it. You could have just asked for some."

"Oh, I dare say Queen Lucy the Valiant was able to ward off any fright and enjoy the sweets," Issi explained through clenched teeth. Edmund snorted for a second time and Lucy made a tisk sound with her tongue that was very reminiscent of Susan. "Halloween is my favorite holiday." Issi breathed through the pain that slowed ebbed away, "I thought the kids would enjoy it. I told them all about dressing in costumes, and everything." She stepped around the table, pushing forward a crumpled drawing.

"Is that supposed to be me?" Edmund asked, looking down at the crude drawing. Charcoal smears and small fingerprints dotted the paper around circles, lines, ovals, and a crown shaped image. Squiggly lines and big, small, and backwards letters spelled out his name. "That doesn't look like me at all."

"Let's see your drawings from nursery," Lucy commented, peering at it over his shoulder.

"Little Alel reckons he'll become a king just like you and Peter one day," Issi said, gazing fondly down at the paper. Then she threw a quick smirk over at Edmund. "Though, I suppose you're right, this doesn't resemble you much. I reckon he needed a bigger piece of parchment to get the size of your head right."

It was a risk, speaking so freely with the King and Queen of Narnia around town. If anyone to overhear her speaking s casually in her position… She was townsfolk like the rest of them and would do well to follow their lead – Miraz knew how to keep people in line.

Lucy collapsed into a fit of giggles. Edmund's tongue darted out of his mouth, briefly wetting his lips as he pressed them together. "Very funny," he said, rolling his eyes. They stayed for a fraction of a second on Issi, eyes narrowing slightly. Then, he gently hit Lucy on the shoulder. "Hey, Lu," he said, and she did her best to stifle her laughter, gazing upon him seriously, "go check to see if any of the kids want a carriage ride."

Lucy's eyes lit up. "I'm sure they'd enjoy it," she said before grabbing the hem of her dress and scampering off.

"Are you ok?" Edmund asked, turning back to Issi the second Lucy was gone. It was a loaded question they both knew, however the hard tone to his voice indicated he wanted a truthful answer. Not just as a King checking in on his townsfolk, but as Edmund.

"She didn't quite like you taking the mickey out of her," Issi said, clasping her hands together.

"I suppose I can't be afraid of her, forever," Edmund said quietly. "Though, if it's causing you this much pain—"

"Nothing you should worry about," Issi said, "I'm ok, Edmund." The skirts of her dress swishing around her legs, she moved to get back to separating pumpkin seeds. "I do appreciate the concern, but this is nothing you can control."

"Maybe Peter was on about something," Edmund said, feigning thought, "he always said I couldn't control my mouth."

Issi laughed through her nose. "I suppose you'd say the same thing when he sees how many Pumpkin Tarts I plan on making," she said. She shook her hair out of her face, and then got a good look at him, laughing into her wrist.

"What?" Edmund asked.

"I suppose even a king likes to get his hands dirty in his work," she commented, eyes trained on the stringy orange pulp stuck to his face, and in his hair. It must have flown up to hit him in the face when he dropped his pumpkin. "Or rather, his face, eh Just Edmund?"

Eyebrows furrowing towards each other, Edmund reached up a hand to pat at his face. They widened slightly when his fingertips brushed over the pumpkin guts drying to his face. Face pulling into a frown, he slowly peeled it off. "Ugh!" Shaking his hand in the air, the pumpkin guts flew off his finger, arched through the air, and landed across her face.

Issi gasped in surprise at the cold, slimy sensation suddenly stretched across her face. "Hey." She reached for the bowl of slippery Pumpkin seeds. Edmund moved quickly, digging his fingers into the bowl of pumpkin guts and, seeming to revolt at the feeling, he whipped it at her. "Edmund!" Eyes closed, she threw her handful of seeds back at him, hearing them pattered against the ground.

"Truce, truce."

Shaking her hands away from her, Issi carefully pinched the shoulder of her dress and start

"Here." Edmund reached for the towel on Issi's table, digging his fingers into the soft cloth. "You've got some…" Issi peeled a quickly drying strand of pumpkin from her eyebrow, before allowing him to gently scrub at her face. "There."

"Thanks, Edmund." Smiling gently, she took the towel from him. She scrubbed the cloth fibers over her fingers, trying to ignore the lingering feeling of her fingers brushing over his when she took the towel from him.

"Sure."

Lucy looked back and forth between Edmund and Issi as she stepped over to them, the crunching of loose stones under her feet pulling their attention. Eyebrows lifted; a knowing smile slowly spread across her face. "Did I miss something?"

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