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I’m gonna be completely real with you. For the past couple of weeks I have been neck deep in the Ice Planet Barbarians series with no end in sight
#i don’t know what ms ruby dixon put in these books but it’s like crack to me#i think it’s the balance of predictability vs there being a journey#like i know these two are going to get together and be fated mates but i don’t know when or how it’s going to happen#and she keeps switching up the formula just enough that i’m not sure what exactly the vibe is going to be each time#i’m on maddie’s book and it might be my favourite so far just because of how dramatic the earthquake was#and i liked that SOMEONE finally asked if any of the men were getting it on with each other because i mean……#there’s two dozen hunters who thought they were NEVER going to get a mate and you’re telling me NONE of them fucked. suspicious#i also really liked when hassen was saying about how maddie throws stuff at people when she’s mad and then he says ‘now that is a woman’#like honestly. yeah. too many of these men have been like ‘oh i love my small delicate human mate :)’ and hassen is like#‘this fat bitch who screams at people? i want her. she’s mine’ because bro honestly that would be me#i’d either be ms ariana screaming and crying at any stimuli; maddie throwing stuff at people; or maybe a combo of the two#which i think is probably liz#what else do i have to say about this… i mean honestly i am a vektal apologist. the man needs a raise. he is dealing with TOO MUCH bullshit#and from too many people. whenever some guy pipes up like ‘my mate is pregnant i can’t do that’ i’d be like ‘man EVERYBODY is pregnant#read the fucking room’#i’m not saying i like vektal i’m just saying i understand him and i feel bad for him and i’m impressed that he hasn’t started killing#that’s about it. uh. i’m going to finish this one and then read the spinoffs before i proceed#personal#**not the spinoffs. the novellas. the babies etc
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gummies
#akia art#olba#baxter ward#olba mc#goofy gifs from warmup chibis#i've Unsolicited Animal Associations too (word soup ahead)#i think gray tuxedo baxcat is thematically appropriate but i'm fond of solid gray too..i'll probably draw them interchangeably#maggie has lovebird kisses but secretarybird of prey energy and legs so the audience can decide which suits better#cove's a sea turtle based on the ingame convo#derek's a livestock guardian dog of an undecided breed#lizard liz doesn't do much for me sans 🐉 but i subscribe to 🐍#lee gives squirrel?? but maybe she's more of a songbird#bunny miranda and ferret terry based on vibes#i could see shiloh being a chameleon or a weasel or an octo (i guess what i'm saying is he's ditto to me
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I think in the right circumstances, any of them coulda been the killer
#Aka thinking about those au's where someone else is the killer besides will#And i wanted to draw clara with a chainsaw- SUE ME!#My art#Peyton doodles#Henry emily#william afton#Clara afton#Mrs. Afton#Evan afton#Elizabeth afton#Michael afton#Think mike wojld use his foxy mask to hide his identity while killing#And he'd kill to bring back his siblings#Sorta like will#Maybe itd be influenced by will? Like with sister location?#Clara would prolly kill specifically will (maybe henry too) because FUCK him#Liz gives bat with nails vibes and that may just be bc of the swap fic 'the depravity of what you did'#Which. Inspired this. Bc YEA AU'S WOO#Ev's would. Probably just be lonely freddles au.#Called.... saffron pawn...? Right.....?#Im. 99.43% sure. Yes.#Will would kill because. Hey. Canon. Um. Yeah.#Andddd henry is basically just henry from the depravity of what you did#Again#GOOD FIC BTW I CRIED#(By pearlandpine on ao3 go read itttt)
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waiting until February is gonna be fucking stupid I wanna do it now
#the issue is ruining Christmas for everyone and my mom probably won't shut the fuck up about that for the rest of her life#in retrospect i think i got much closer to death than i thought i did in august#when I downed two thirds of a bottle of 100 proof liquor in one sitting#and that was just an accident that was me getting out of control cus i was unsupervised#if i really committed i could probably do it just fine#still gonna wait a couple months which is gonna be unbearable#ive got a concert that needs me in the audience and an Andy birthday to put together#anyway. call the cops bitch I'll have sex with them et cetera#and throwing me in the loony bin is coming out of your paycheck cus im kicked off insurance#liz says things#whining
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My bugsnax player oc looks like this but imagine a striped gray silk scarf on them. Their name is Sable Florpington and they aren’t actually allergic to bugsnax it’s just not for them so they pretended to be. They’re the one guy at the party who doesn’t drink
#talks#Cromdo thinks they’re a sucker. not over that he thinks they’re allergic for real but he’s like you’ve got an aura of lameness to you.#beffica does honestly think theyre a tiny bit uncool but doesnt reflect it at all because she genuinely likes them. they listen to her and#dont seem to pass judgment which actually means a lot to her#triffany thinks of them as like a polite and helpful youngster but was probably too immersed in her work at the time to have much more of#a personal opinion if im honest#wambus is like Pah city folk but does respect it because theyve clearly got guts despite their like uh gangliness#wiggle thinks they're cute in like a pushover who will get me free snacks way#uhh who else. chandlo actually thinks they are cool (the only one)#hes like broo youre like a bugsnax hunting master. youve got like...the SOUL of a bugsnax...doggg........#floofty honestly just thinks of them as like some random lab assistant that just blew in one day i dont think floofty like thinks about the#at all beyond that#uhh who else. god why are there so many.#filbo privately thinks of them as kind of a liz 2.0 minus all the leaderly swag but hes kind of like OK this guy is here we're ok. i'm ok.
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Honestly, what does "hasn't been born yet" even mean for a time traveler. That they haven't been born yet in whatever time they're visiting? Or that Susan herself had been born in his personal future and went off traveling with his first(??) self? The latter is more interesting, at least.
In that case, it could mean he had been a father before, but not to Susan's parent, and was still going to be again.
Or yeah they could just mess up. Moffat was extremely big on just saying and doing whatever was most interesting at the moment, and abandoning it the moment it became inconvenient to him personally. But that's not the norm anymore - I hope.
People who have seen under 20 years of Doctor Who: Aw I can't believe they teased the Doctor's family but we didn't learn anything
People who have seen Too Much Doctor Who: THEY CONFIRMED SUSAN'S PARENT HASN'T BEEN BORN YET?? FINALLY A SIGNIFICANT UPDATE!! WE ARE MAKING REAL PROGRESS!!
#ok I forgot Victoria existed when i was listing companions in the tags on the last reblog of this#Victoria... Waterfield#i looked it up#and she ISN'T the one I was picturing#which means I forgot Zoe! Zoe Heriot (i looked her last name up too)#ok well then: susan ian barbara harry jamie victoria zoe sarah kingdom? jo liz steven katrina sarah jane leela romana 1 romana 2 nyssa adric#nyssa might have had a last name#tegan jovanka#k9 should be in there with romana probably#vislor turlough#kamelion#can't believe i pulled “vislor”#mel????#surely not#no! ummm perky American played by American Nicola Bryant who had lived in England so long she half had a British accent#so annoying plus they made her very booby#PERI. Perpugillian Brown#lol I guess you can tell this is my era#uhhh let's see. THEN Melanie whose last name I should know. Mel The Last Screaming Companion.#how can I know Peri's name and not hers? maybe she never said it? Smith? i honestly think it was Smith#AND! THEN! AAAAAAAAAAAACE!!!!!!!!#The greatest companion EVER#She MADE HER OWN EXPLOSIVES FOR FUN#oh my god she was literally so cool#she was bi! she turned into a cat! she was gonna become a Time Lord! WE WERE ROBBED#aka Dorothy McShane#I guess i can go on: Rose Does Mike Count Martha Amy Rory Donna#That Fancy Shiny Haired Girl#Cool Lesbian ummm A Bunch Of People and now That Blond Girl.#wall of words
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im normal im normal im normal. i watched the cutscene four times but im normal
#personal#liz plays dragon age#this was so mean and evil of them to do to me at 1am in the morning#on da2 i used to have like a million different saves#each one of them right before an important fenris cutscene. so i could do them again whenever i wanted. which was: often.#if i dug out my ps3 i'd probably find them still there#i don't think i did that on da:i but maybe i am getting back in the habit.
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STUDY DATE ⎯⎯ ﹙ 정원 ﹚
📖 high achiever , don't you see?
in which . . . your boyfriend comes over to help you productively study — 정원 x f! reader ୨୧ highschool! au / fluff wc 761 ・ w studying (#effstudying) maths (gross) petnames jungwon is a tease lolol + from liz. my jw debut on this account 😍
likes and feedback are greatly appreciated ><
YOU SAT HUNCHED OVER YOUR DESK, head on the table as your boyfriend talked away about the importance of mathematics. The open notebook in front of you was a blur, refusing to make any sense.
The real problem wasn’t the maths—it was Jungwon. Sitting just a breath away, looking effortlessly perfect, he made concentration impossible. You bit your lip, mentally cursing your brain for prioritising his stupidly good looks over your homework.
“Are you even listening to what I'm saying?” Jungwon says, eyebrows knitting together. He spins the pencil between his fingers, effortlessly moving it around. The pencil probably knew more than you did, you thought, biting back a groan.
“Uh…yes?” you lied, barely convincing even yourself.
“Y/N,” he said, exasperation laced in his tone.
“Sorry,” you mumbled, averting your gaze. But it was too late—he’d already risen from his chair and made his way to your bed.
You turned in your chair to watch him plop down onto the mattress, his blond hair fanning out across your pillow as he stared at the ceiling, and you had to resist every urge to crawl over and bury your fingers in his hair.
The silence in the room was filled with the faint hum of your fan. He didn't even need to look at you, yet you could feel his presence.
“Wonnie,” you whined, breaking the silence. “I'm bored.”
Jungwon didn't move, his gaze fixated on the ceiling. “We've been taking breaks the whole evening I've been here, love.”
“But I clearly can't focus!” you argued, spinning your chair to face him fully. “Can we please take another-”
“No,” He cut you off, sitting up and locking his gaze onto yours.
“What-”
“We aren't taking another break, Y/n.”
“Please?” You tried again, pouting this time.
He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by your attempt. “You're cute, but no.”
You sigh at his rejection. He was too stern, too hard to make him give in to you. Studying was the last thing on your mind.
How could he expect you to focus when everything about him was a distraction? The way he smelled—warm and comforting like vanilla and something distinctly Jungwon. The way his lips curved into a teasing smile. The way his cat-like eyes seemed to see through every excuse you made.
You place your head back on the small stack of notebooks, dramatically sighing as you play around with the pen in your hand.
“It's your fault y’know…” you whined, spinning slowly in your chair to face him. Your pen clattered to the desk as you leaned forward, chin in hand. “I can't focus because of you.”
“My fault?” Jungwon raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching at the corners. He leaned back on his hands tilting his head. “How?” The faint smirk on his face was nearly enough to drive you over the edge.
“You're just too…distracting.” You huffed. “How am I supposed to think about numbers when you're sitting there looking like…that?”
His brow lifted, lips curving into a barely suppressed grin. “Looking like what?”
“You know what,” you shot back, folding your arms.
“You mean…in a T-Shirt and some sweats?”
“Don't play dumb, Won. You're-” you waved your hand at him again, unable to find the words — “you're just unfair.”
He laughed, clearly amused at your lack of words. “Unfair? You're the one pouting like we’re in some sort of rom-com movie.” He teases.
You let out another groan, annoyed at his teasing. “Whatever! You're just distracting!” You say, spinning back over to your desk, desperately trying to figure out the equation you haven't even started on. But even then, you felt his gaze on you. Pricking at the back of your head, sending shivers down your spine.
Jungwon walks over to you, spinning your chair around to face him once more. “What are you-”
He leans in close, lips almost touching yours. You were hypnotised, and he knew that. “Y/n,” he said, his voice soft and almost enticing. Your stomach did a flip. “I think you're just looking for an excuse not to study.”
Your heart raced, the closeness of him stealing every coherent thought from your mind. “Maybe…,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
He smiled then, warm and teasing. “Thought so.”
Before you could protest—or maybe beg for another distraction—he pulled away, leaving you breathless as he returned to your desk.
“Now,” he said, tapping your notebook with the pencil, “back to work.”
You stared at him, utterly flustered and trying to recover your composure. This boy was going to be the death of you.
#࣪ 𓂃 ୨୧ 𓈒 ◌ MADEWiTHLOVE.#jungwon#jungwon x reader#enhypen x reader#enhypen scenarios#jungwon imagines#enhypen smau#yang jungwon x reader#jungwon fluff#jungwon enhypen#jungwon angst
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Rendezvous
part 5 of folie à deux. Masterlist
male reader x Rei and Liz of IVE (ft. sakura, wonyoung, yujin, etc.)
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7
words: 12.2k
rendezvous - a meeting at an agreed time and place
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Gaeul pulls up her underwear then turns to the other two girls and asks, "is Rei running late?"
"She's probably humping another stranger." Wonyoung retorts, laughing a little under her breath, hiding her smile from Gaeul by turning toward the mirror. She picks up the red lipstick laid out on the vanity table and brushes it across her plump lips.
"She's not coming here," Yujin explains. "She's going to the party with Liz."
"And we're okay with that?" Wonyoung raises an eyebrow and looks at Yujin through the mirror.
"Don't worry, I already added Liz to the list to make up for it."
"Really? Just like that?" Gaeul is quick to speak with a little worry in her voice.
"Really," Yujin smirks. "Also, I think Rei is giving up on the whole fucking strangers thing. She had another disappointment today."
"Oh right. That explains it." Wonyoung places the lipstick down and picks up the earrings laid out in front of her. "She did ask me if she could borrow our friend for a night and get some good dick."
"She did?" Yujin's interest seems peaked by the comment, as she casts her gaze out and off into the distance.
"Yes," Wonyoung punctuates her statement with a firm nod. "Wouldn't surprise me if she already hopped on that this afternoon."
"I was with him this afternoon, Wony, so..." Yujin trails off.
"Did he rush off?" Gaeul asks and Yujin frowns slightly at the thought of you dumping her to go fuck her friend. "At least he's in safer hands with Rei instead of that slut from the bar," Gaeul utters her words through an aggravated grumble as she sits in her chair, leaning in toward her mirror to finish the final touches to her makeup.
"Slut?" Yujin asks, picking up a bra from her dresser. She pulls the straps over her bare shoulders, slips her arms through, and clasps it behind her back.
"Minju."
"Minju Minju? Kim Minju?" The half-naked Yujin looks at Wonyoung for confirmation.
"Yes," Wonyoung says as elegantly as ever, standing tall and turning away from the mirror. "Now, will one of you help me into this dress?"
"Wait." Yujin raises a hand. "He was at a bar with Minju? Drinking? When?"
"Yesterday," Gaeul says as she stands up and collects Wonyoung's dress and carries it over to the naked and waiting woman.
Wonyoung is waiting with her hands on her bare hips. Her slender body is smooth and exposed. She is a thing of perfect symmetry with her flat stomach and small but perky breasts. "Yeah, and they were doing a lot more than drinking."
"Wonyoung," Yujin steps toward her, one hand on her elbow and the other softly clenched by her chest. "What are you saying?"
"Let's just say..." Gaeul pauses to let Wonyoung step into her dress and then she drags it up and lets her slide her arms into it. "A lot of bars smell. But most of them aren't locked when they should be open and don't smell of sex when they finally let you in."
Wonyoung settles into her dress, and Gaeul fits it tightly to her frame. Wonyoung lifts her hair up and lets it fall over her shoulders. "You should hurry up if you want to make the most of him, Yujin, before everyone you know has used him, and you'll be the last." Wonyoung looks at Gaeul who's still touching the dress up behind her. "Well, almost the last."
"Who says I want to..."
"Please Yujin." Wonyoung interrupts. "I'm sure the teasing is fun and all, but trust me, nothing compares to a good, proper fucking." Wonyoung stretches her arm to the dresser to pick up her necklace which's expensive enough to put a pair of twins through university three times over. Wonyoung places it against her neck, holding the ends out for Gaeul. She bunches her hair up again for Gaeul to clasp it. "Am I right, Gaeul?"
Gaeul keeps silent while she works. Fastening the hook and letting it drop along the nape of Wonyoung's pale white neck and hang just over her collarbones.
"I have plenty of time," Yujin says. "We're keeping him around, aren't we?" She flips her head as she runs her hand through her hair. She slips a finger beneath one of the bra's straps and adjusts its position on her shoulder.
"Well, that is the plan." Wonyoung nods after letting her hair fall again. “He doesn’t have much choice now.”
"Oh, he will have a choice,” Yujin speaks through a smirk. “But the result will be the same."
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"I like things dirty. Natural. That’s just me."
That's her response to you asking exactly how she lives in the hellhole you just left. An answer as serious as you will ever get from Minju.
There's an awkward couple of seconds where you check to see the driver's reaction and you lock eyes through his rear view. The narrow cut of his face doesn't give you the full expression and you can't tell if he's disturbed or impressed. After a moment it passes and you focus back on the girl to your side.
"Where do you even eat?" you ask.
"Take-out, duh." You both share a look and Minju is smiling with her eyes. "I just put it on my lap when I sit down."
"But where do you sit? The ground?"
"Preferably on your co—"
"Hey, we're close now." You cut her off before she makes it even more uncomfortable for the driver.
"Swing a right here," Minju calls out to him. He shoots another look back in the mirror, this time his furrowed brows show his annoyance. "And pull up on the left."
Minju telling the guy how to do his job is actually a very Minju thing to do. As unappreciated as it may be.
You check your watch. Fifteen minutes late. Great. Hopefully, you can slip in and the girls won't notice. You could play it off cool, say you've been there all along and they must have missed you. You would have to slip away from Minju though, she would give the game away.
Maybe she reads your face, or the silence might have been a clue. Minju taps your shoulder and tells you not to worry. Stop caring about what others think and just walk in like you own the place.
You step out first and rush around to get to Minju's door. She scoffs as you open it. "And they say chivalry is dead." Her words come paired with a grin. You offer your hand to hers which she takes and uses to help pull her up. She straightens herself out, and checks to see that her skirt is all aligned before looking up at you.
You close the door and the driver is quick to pull away. "Hey, Minju, maybe you can go in first and then I will—"
"Shh." She locks her arm around yours at the elbow. "Stop. Just walk."
She pulls, tugging you alongside her, you adjust your footing to walk alongside, arm in arm, as she guides you up the stairs to the man at the door. Minju rests her head on your shoulder. You don't ask, don't protest. You can feel how easy it is, with her walking at your side, and so you say nothing. Just like she wants.
The six-foot-four bouldering giant is the first to speak, "Minju. Haven't seen you here for a while. Welcome back." His wide face, chiselled with age and experience, splits in a welcoming grin.
Minju softly bows her head and you follow her lead. "Been busy," is the reply she gives.
The security gives one single nod and replies, "As they say, a busy person doesn't have time to be unhappy." He grins even wider this time.
Minju ignores the impromptu attempt at philosophy and you both pass by into the house. The place is huge; of course it is—it's a mansion in the hills. But even from the outside, you couldn't have expected this.
Straight ahead is a huge, curved stairwell. On either side of you, it opens into a series of corridors already full of a smattering of guests. Music pours from off to the left. The unmistakable rhythm of that one K-pop song you heard all last week but still don't know the name of. People are sitting around, lounges filled with men in the latest fashion and women dressed to perfection. Most if not all with drinks in hand.
"Let's get us a drink." Minju pulls gently on your arm. "I'm thinking tequila."
There's not much else you can do right now. Your hope of making a low-key appearance, blending in with the crowd and slipping through unnoticed, is completely lost now as Minju takes a long, slow and deliberate approach through the place. She keeps your arm linked with hers, and as she saunters, her stride is swayed.
You feel the call to arms. You straighten your back, broaden your shoulders and strut like you belong. A few heads turn. Probably more for her than you, but the confidence still builds. There's not a single person in sight you think who could question whether you belong or not. The trick, you realise, is not to doubt yourself. Just walk in like you own the place. Minju’s words echo in your mind.
Two girls catch your gaze from the corner of your eye. They have their hands by their mouth, sharing unheard whispers while looking in your direction as you walk by. It takes a few moments, to narrow them down and figure it out. It's the two girls who fought outside school the other day, clearly having settled their differences.
You both enter the kitchen to find a young woman wrestling a bottle of champagne. Rei struggles over and over until it eventually pops, much to her delight. She lets out a loud squeal of surprise and looks over at two of her companions who took a step back when it popped.
Rei's friend stands just behind her, stifling an unheard giggle. She takes the bottle from Rei's hands and begins to pour. Golden bubbles into a set of four flutes.
That's when Rei finally notices you. She screams some incoherent words and throws her arms around you, almost knocking you off balance to the floor and taking Minju with you. The girl is already drunk.
"Oh my god! Come, come, uncle, meet my friends."
"Uncle?" Minju remarks.
"Don’t ask," you whisper from the corner of your mouth before Rei pulls the pair of you along.
"This is Liz." She points to the lady with the silver-purple hair, holding the bottle of champagne. She wears a thin black lace choker on her neck above the low cut of her top. As well as a pair of black leather trousers that run into her heeled boots. Rei throws her arms around Liz's waist. "Hey Liz, did I tell you about my new sexy uncle who saves me like a knight?"
Her question meets a look of confusion and a narrow-eyed glance at you. The girl smiles at you, in a forced what-the-fuck-is-happening kind of way. She says something to Rei that you can't quite make out over the sounds of conversation around you.
One of the other girls picks up her glass before introducing herself. "Sakura." She holds out an elegant hand. A pretty girl with delicate features, a flawless complexion, and pink waves that flow over her shoulders. You reach out and take her hand. "Welcome to my house. I don't believe we have met." Her accent is lyrical and pronounced, with the right amount of cute.
You introduce yourself and barely finish doing so before Minju takes over. "Long time no see. Both of you. Come here Nako, Kkura." Minju breaks her lock with your arm to go embrace the two girls. She hugs the girls with affection. No love lost between them.
She's asking them a series of the usual questions. How's life? How are you doing? What happened to the person with the name you don't recognise? Have they moved to Australia? They did? How many months ago?
Then Sakura turns her attention to you.
"It is good you have a new friend." She tells Minju. "Did you meet him at a shoot?"
You think that's a compliment, at least.
Rei laughs before Minju corrects Sakura, "he's in my class, Kkura. He isn't a model." Rei tells her, still laughing. "I see what you're saying though, it's the eyes. Put him on an ad and I'm buying."
"I like his cheekbones," Kkura responds.
"I'm right here, ladies." They're talking like you're not in the room and your face is starting to burn.
"Sorry." Kkura's voice is sugary sweet. Her smile and coy gaze even more so. "Enjoy your night. I have more guests to greet." Sakura spins and struts away with Nako in tow, before stopping beside two men that seem a little lost.
"Come." Rei tugs your arm, almost spilling her drink on you. "What are you two drinking?" she asks, not waiting for a response.
"I'll just have a beer—"
"Tequila." Minju doesn't miss a beat.
"I don't think there's tequila..." Rei steps toward the liquor bottles and Liz silently follows.
"Ugh." Minju doesn't try to hide her disdain. "The champagne then." She looks over and picks up two full champagne flutes from the table.
"Did you two get a card yet?" Rei asks.
"Card?" you ask back.
"No, we haven't," Minju says before turning to you and handing you a glass. "Didn't anyone tell you? That's the rule tonight. Everyone has to take a card with a challenge that they have to complete, with evidence or a witness. Anyone who fails to do it by eleven has to do a forfeit."
"Does everyone know what's on the cards or what the forfeit is?"
"Nope," she winks, before downing her glass of champagne. "That's the fun. So what did you girls get?"
"Mine was easy," Rei says. "All I had to do was kiss a guy wearing white. Did that as soon as I came in." Rei points off into a distance somewhere. You can't make out where the finger ends its aim.
"And you, Liz?" you ask, and she avoids any eye contact with you.
"She might have to forfeit." Rei laughs. "Tell them what you got." She pats her friend on the back.
"Um, I— I have to... finger a woman..." She just about squeezes the words from her lips before she quickly takes a drink. Hiding her burning face behind a hand.
Minju's eyes open wide and you hear Rei giggle into her drink. "Have you ever?" you ask, and there's no need for her to answer you. The look of anxiety and panic on her face tells you everything.
"I offered to help," says Rei. "You know, as a friend. Still stands by the way."
"Thanks..." Liz forces the response through her covered mouth.
"What other stuff is in there?" you ask, pondering the possibilities.
"Liz probably got one of the hardest." Rei shrugs. "Some of them are just about drinking or other stupid dares."
"Or she got the best one," Minju comments. "We better get ours." Minju slides her arm around yours again.
Rei leans into you before you leave, whispering, "If it's a tough one, I can help." Then she slips away and Minju pulls on your arm.
"Thanks, girls, see you soon."
The rest of the crowd fills the rooms you walk through. People are already on the dance floor, holding their drinks as they bounce, or holding onto other people as the rhythm guides their bodies together.
In the next room, there are two tables, each with a person behind and people crowding at each of them. "So these are the cards, right? I hope I get an easy one..."
"I hope you get a tough one. What if you have to suck a cock?" Minju asks.
"Then I take a forfeit."
"Okay but what if the forfeit is that you have to suck two cocks?" She jokes and laughs.
"Funny..."
"Alright. I'm going first."
You're just about to follow her in when you hear your name called from behind. You know the voice without looking back, a smooth melody in song and one that tenses your body up. As Minju walks away, Yujin walks toward you.
You turn and there she is. Wow. It's only been a few hours since you saw her last, and yet, like every other time you see her, she blows you away. The red dress is, honestly, amazing. Fitting tightly at the waist, flattering her shape and highlighting those hips. As ever, she gave the outfit her own personal flair, wearing it a little different than when she tried it on earlier, with one strap off the shoulder now. The thing about Yujin is that, sure, someone could wear the same clothes as her, but they could never wear them like she does.
She has changed her hair too, pinning part of it up behind a piece of jewelled decoration. And then there's that smile. Perfect, dazzling. Full lips curled slightly at the sides, pearlescent teeth peeking through. The sparkling glint of her deep eyes looking up at yours.
She sees through the silence. "What's wrong? What are you staring at?" Her little giggle comes with a poke to the centre of your chest. It brings your focus back to reality. "Don't I look okay?"
"Yeah— of course— Yujin—" You say her name as if she isn't the absolute centre of your attention. She giggles a second time and draws a circle in the centre of your chest with her forefinger, tracing it and smiling as you struggle for words.
"What, do I have lipstick on my teeth or something?" She brings a manicured fingertip across her grin and you shake your head in return.
"Not that I can see," you answer.
"Then what are you staring at? See something you want?" She's teasing you but you manage to stumble through the answer.
"You look..." It doesn't matter what words you try and find. She does that half-lidded, cocking her head thing to the side and you're lost again. Lost to her, hypnotised by her. It's embarrassing.
The giggle grows into a laugh, her shoulders shrugging with amusement as she closes her eyes for a second, shaking her head softly. She places her hand on your collar, smoothing over the edge of your blazer and then adjusting it over your shoulders. "You dressed up well. Not used to seeing you in something so smart." She runs her hands down the front of your blazer, pressing it against your body to straighten it. "You look good," Yujin says with a final, gentle pat at the centre of your chest.
"I need to take a card." You brush over the compliment—you’ve never really been that good at taking them.
"Better hurry up before they're all gone, you don't want to have to do the forfeit. Once you get one, make sure you find me." She pokes her finger into your chest. "It's important, okay?" She bats her eyelashes at you. You promise you'll be there, you're sure of it, and then with a final smile, she leaves and heads towards a different room, slipping into the crowds.
The whole exchange is over far too quickly. The phantom touch of Yujin's fingers lingers on your chest, even as she disappears. You would stand, spellbound forevermore, a statue set upon the tiles, if it wasn't for the fact you look a complete fool standing and staring into nothing.
You turn to the tables and can't spot Minju in the crowd. You spend some time waiting, working your way forward as people collect their cards until you're at the front. A woman holds out a deck of face-down cards and you draw one from it, slip it into your pocket and quickly move on.
"You look lost. Like a lamb." The unmistakable sound of Wonyoung's voice rings out. "I'm surprised you even showed up. Last I heard you were crying into a whiskey." Her laugh has the venom of a snake, with an even worse bite. Her purple dress hugs her slender frame. It clings to the sharp contours of her shoulders. An expensive jewelled necklace rests in the centre of her bare upper chest.
"I wasn't crying..." You deny the accusation.
Wonyoung presses her hands to your shoulders, forcing you into place as she meets your eyes. "Wasn’t sure if you would show your face tonight. Don’t worry, no one knows what happened, and I can keep it that way." There's something about Wonyoung that always feels intimidating, especially now, with how her eyes seem to trap you and the way her voice plays out so assured, full of certainty and purpose. "But it’s a good thing you’re here. I need you."
"What do you mean?" It's been barely a minute and she's already asking things of you. She just brushes over the storm she caused and the damage she could have done to your life.
Wonyoung leans close and moves her lips to your ear. "You know that idiot boyfriend of mine? Well, I need him to catch us."
"You're joking, right?" you ask, and then after a brief moment of silence her message sinks in and you realise she isn't joking. "Haven’t we done enough damage?"
"I’m already solving your school issue, so the least you can do is help me out." She dismisses your problems as always. "Right now I need you to focus and help me make him break up with me." Wonyoung strokes your cheek. "Does that sound doable?"
You bite down into your lip, trying to contain your emotions and to keep your annoyance from bubbling to the surface.
"Great thanks. I will find you when I need you." With a cruel and patronising tap to your head, Wonyoung smiles smugly.
"I didn't even agree."
"You never said no to fucking me before. And it's not like Minju's pussy even comes close to mine."
She flashes a dark grin at you before disappearing through the crowds. Fuck you do have a type of girl, and fuck does Wonyoung and her attitude get under your skin. In some sick and twisted way, it still turns you on. Fuck.
It's probably about time to get away. To leave the party and this fucked up life. Anyone with a little bit of sense would. In the end, you just settle for going to the bathroom.
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For five minutes you have been waiting and the line hasn't budged. Too many people waiting to use a single bathroom.
"You're Minju's date right?" You turn to find the pink-haired girl from earlier standing beside you. The one who owns this place. Her thin lips curve to a gentle, elegant smile that cuts across her pale complexion. You realise now, stood beside her, how dainty she is. Her petite frame matches her cute voice. "Are you waiting in line?"
"Yeah, I—" you reply, not fully sure where the question is leading but her widening smile interrupts you.
"Follow me." She starts walking, expecting you to not question her command. You walk behind her, her slim frame adorned elegantly in light fabric. Pink waves flow over her bare, exposed shoulder. Her heels strike the floor with a rhythm of confidence. She glides gracefully with poise and intent. Her every step is punctuated with a swagger you cannot match.
With her hair bobbing softly, she calls out your name. "Up here. Then the third door on the right. My close friends are allowed upstairs. And you, I guess."
"Oh. Thank you."
She says nothing else, just gliding away and leaving you at the base of the stairs.
After a quick climb you find the door she described. It's unassuming, a standard wooden door that looks identical to all the others. You put a hand to the cold metal and push. A coolness greets your fingers as the gap opens and you let yourself inside.
The bathroom is pristine. Immaculate. Spacious. Porcelain and polished. Glass and stainless steel. There's the familiar hum of a ventilation unit set into the ceiling, the fans circling in constant rotation. To the back, a large double shower, framed by the marble walls and lit by the mood-setting hue of soft lights.
Finally, a room in this place that, to your relief, is empty.
When you've finished up you head to the sink and wash. You lean over it to study yourself in the mirror, one last touch up of your hair and a pull to straighten out the creases of your clothes.
Then the door crashes open.
Rei stumbles in with all the poise of a newborn calf. "Hey, sexy uncle. Didn't know you were in here. How is my aunt?" She laughs in a raspy slur. "What were you doing? Oh." Her finger taps against her bottom lip, trying her best to appear conspiratorial.
"Nothing, I—"
Rei continues. "Playing with yourself?" She points to the zipper you forgot to close. "Hope you think about me."
You give your answer and say, "actually, I was just doing normal toilet stuff. Nothing weird."
"Boring." She declares, slamming the door behind her. Rei ignores you as she walks over to the toilet, slipping her hand under her dress and pulling down her underwear. You're immediately heading to the door, giving her the privacy she didn't even bother to ask for. "Where are you going uncle?"
"Back to the party." You're just about to turn the doorknob when her voice hits you in the back.
"Don't go. Don't leave me all alone."
You sigh, slouching your shoulders and loosening your grip on the door. "Only if you agree to stop calling me uncle."
"Okay, okay. Promise,” she says and then she mumbles something, laughing as she does. Eventually, she speaks loud enough to hear. "Stop staring at the door. You can look at me."
You turn to find her sitting there. A small pair of panties by her ankles. A smile on her face. Her smooth thighs jutted out from the bottom of her dress, bare down to her heels.
"Thanks again," Rei says. "You saved me today."
"Happy to help." You walk towards the sink and mirror again, unsure what to do with yourself.
Luckily, Rei refuses silence. "What's going on with you and Minju?" Unluckily, she's chosen the worst topic of conversation.
"We just met. We're friends I guess."
"Just buddies," she says playfully. "Fuck buddies."
"Do you only ever think about sex?" You ask, turning away and towards your reflection. Your question is answered only with the sound of her flushing the toilet.
There's the briefest moment of silence that follows until you can hear her steps on the tiles. She walks to your side, washing her hands and staring at you in the reflection. "I do actually. Especially when I was supposed to cum five hours ago and still haven't had the chance to finish myself off."
This girl is unfiltered. It's commendable that she is so true to her desires. So bold and honest in the face of the fear of judgment.
"Or maybe it's when I'm in the same room as an incredibly hot guy and my panties are still on the floor." There's a lustful rasp to her voice now. You turn to look at her, at the full, sparkling light in her eye, and you let your gaze wander lower. You stray to her shoulder, where her dress hangs loose. The dress clung across her frame, covering her bust but leaving enough for your imagination to formulate the shape of them beneath.
"Rei..." You draw her name out to a few syllables and with it a few extra moments for your thoughts to come together. "What are you thinking?"
"What is your thing?" Her question catches you off guard. "What do you like?" Rei brings her thumb to her lips, pushing it into her mouth and sucking gently. "Do you really like getting your cock sucked? What do you want?"
Her fingers stroke your chin. Soft pads massage and caress with a teasing, tantalising touch. Her face gets closer, inch by inch, and you can smell the sweet scent of her perfume. You can hear her ragged breath as she loses control. And your heart, beating like a drum inside your chest.
"I owe you one. And I'm ready to do anything." She says it with such unashamed candour and it sets your cheeks aflame.
"Do you do this for everyone who is nice to you?" you whisper.
She shakes her head, "only the really fucking hot ones."
You're close. Your breathing is shallow. Every part of you tells you it's a bad idea, but that's what is so enticing. That's why your cock is pulsing. She reaches forward and rubs her palm gently up and down over the bulge.
She gives you a gentle wink. "Tell me what you want. What's your favourite part of me? And don't give me something sappy like my humour. Think with your cock." As she says the words she squeezes her grip on it. Her fingers slowly closing, holding and massaging. Her lips are soft, slightly parted. That adorable face. Sparkling eyes. And the taste of the words that lingers on your lips.
"You have great legs." You indulge her in an answer.
"See, now was that so hard?" She buries her hand into your trousers through the open zipper. "So what will it be? My thighs? Knees? My feet? I usually don't like when people see my feet but if you're that desperate to cum on them. They're all yours."
You drop a hand down by her side and reach to grab her leg by the thigh. "You have great thighs."
You swear the excitement on her face could light up the city. "There we go. Tell me what you want to do." She pushes her hand around in your trousers, fishing out your cock.
You lean into her ear. "I want you to wrap those beautiful thighs around my cock." You can't believe the words you're saying to her. Neither can she. The sound of her shallow breath is ragged as she runs it through her mind. She nods.
"Then I will."
Rei gently strokes you to life, massaging you until the blood begins to rush. Soon enough, you are ready, hard and hungry. Your pulse quickens with every gentle rub of her hand. You slip a hand around the back of her neck. "Not a word to anyone." Your words make her giggle and she responds with a breathless shush.
You turn her to the sink, putting her between you and it and she releases your cock. Rei spits in her hand while you're hiking her dress up over her bare ass and then she reaches behind her to cover your cock in her saliva. With one hand you guide your cock and she gasps with excitement as you rest your length between her legs, pressing and grinding.
Rei looks at you through the mirror and smirks as she pressed her legs together, closing your slick cock between her thighs. "Use me. I want to see you enjoy this."
Your arms wrap her torso. You grab a firm breast through her clothes as your other arm wraps her. Pull her closer to you. Your mouth against her ear, feeling the warmth of her, breathing in the soft scents from her perfumes, you inhale it all.
Your mouth parts and you groan with the growing sensation building inside you. Her legs squeeze tightly around you as you slip back and forth between them. The way they hold you is incredible, snug and slick. Her skin smooth and grasping.
Rei reaches between her legs, putting her delicate touch on the tip of your cock poking between her legs. Her fingers pull at you, directing your cock higher between her thighs. Before long, you feel her folds envelop the tip. As wet as ever. Rei squeezes and grinds, pushing your tip against her clit.
"I want it all," she hisses through her teeth. You grip her flesh, holding her on the edge of what she craves. Slipping between her thick thighs over and over again, refusing to drive into her cunt.
You pull at her nipples through her dress. Tease. Bite her ear. Kiss her shoulder. Run your nose up her neck. Inhale her perfume. And the most torturous thing to ever do to Rei:
Slow down.
Your thrusts between her legs become measured. Deliberate. Long, hard and powerful motions, dragging over her slit. She whimpers, "why are you making me wait?"
In the mirror her features flush, eyes clench closed and lips tremble. A flush of red flows through her skin. Her breath quickens, rasping between every uttered plea. Your dick is throbbing. Your senses electrifying. Every part of you tenses with the burning urge. Every cell and sinew wants to drive into that incredible cunt but the drumroll is exquisite.
"Do it," Rei begs. The anticipation becoming a torrent for her, as much as your own, the joy of desire and the torment of denial.
"When I'm ready," is all the answer she will get from you.
"Please. I have needed a good cock all day." Her words fill the cool room. They bounce from the hard white surfaces. Dancing to the hum of the ventilation.
"This is you saying thank you, isn't it?" you growl into her ear. "My choice. I want your tits first."
Her lips utter the words 'whatever you want, yes' a few times over. Each utterance pleading, begging; each one filled with desire. Desperate to ease the tension inside, she quickly reaches up her back and unzips her dress for you. She peels it open to reveal her bare back and the strap of her bra.
You work at her bra while she slips out of her dress. It's all so rushed. Almost clumsy. Everything is loose now, and she shakes it all off, kicking it all to the side and turning to you, completely naked. "Fuck, you're hot," you say before realising. The words slip from you, unplanned, raw, genuine.
"I know." Rei grins and then she cups her tits, two perfect handfuls. "So you like these, huh?"
You nod.
She squeezes them, flesh spilling between spread fingers. "And if I give you them, then will you fuck me?"
She pouts those soft lips that drive you wild. She arches her back and presents them for you, waiting, hands by her side. Eager. The invitation is unmistakable. You bend her backwards against the sink, arching her lower back over the marble top and then pressing your body against her. "Yes."
You lower your head and smile at her, her stiff nipple right by your lips. You blow a warm, heavy stream of air over it and she giggles softly. You don't just take her offered tits. Not yet. Instead, you kiss between them, wrapping your tongue to lick up her torso, upwards toward her collarbones. You nibble the protrusion gently with your teeth. Her breaths become short sharp puffs as her body tenses with each graze.
You run your tongue back down again, towards a nipple. You take it into your mouth, licking and then biting. Slowly pulling at her nipple with your teeth, stretching and toying, listening for her moaning, soft and suppressed, with a rising note of pleasure.
She pats at the back of your head and squirms at each pinch of your teeth. You switch nipples, wetting it in your mouth and sucking at it, allowing it to release with a popping sound, and then giving it a quick bite.
Your hands begin to travel across Rei's body—traversing and wandering in their exploration of her skin. Grabbing and feeling, always squeezing her softness with lust in one moment and adoration the next.
"Can't wait any longer,” she says in frustrated impatience. Rei strokes the back of your head, raking her nails against your scalp. She leans back, supporting herself on one arm and pushing her chest out towards your face. She closes her eyes and hums.
You think that Rei enjoys a little more biting than is conventional. Enjoying a small amount of pain with her pleasure, you know it when she moans loudly every time your teeth tug at her sensitive flesh. Her hands pull at the base of your skull and grasp at your hair. Her body moves beneath you, desperate to find any sort of friction between her legs. You can see the pleasure and pain in her expressions alternating between one another. Rei moans your name out. A hushed whisper, begging you to fuck her. To put her out of her misery.
"Patience," you tell her. The single word causing so much frustration.
She groans through gritted teeth before buckling under your teasing. Rei mutters, "Just fuck me with your big fucking cock already." Her hands desperately pull you from her chest, but you refuse. She continues her pleas; begging you to stop being so cruel; to take mercy on her; that her aching cunt can't wait another second.
She's reaching for your trousers now, unfastening them and pushing them away from your hips so they fall to your ankles.
"On your knees first."
Rei's eyes go wide at your demands.
She pouts, but the blush on her cheeks is unmistakably eager. She falls from the sink onto her knees. Rei has that look in her eyes, an appetite, and it shows as clear as day. You're holding her by the hand and pulling her as you find a seat on the side of the bath.
Rei crawls over, a naughty grin plastered across her face. She presses her palms onto your knees and parts your legs for her to take her place between them. As soon as she has a close-up of the prize, she all but licks her lips with excitement, grasping a hold of it tightly. "Oh god, it's so big," Rei's eyes light up in delight as she feels the thickness and weight. "Fuck me. Why did you keep this big, beautiful cock from me until now?"
Her fingers run up and down over it gently—just soft grazes against your skin. Soothing. Tender. When her tongue first touches the underside of your head, it sends shivers through you. Rei drags it up, sliding and caressing, all the while keeping eye contact with her fluttering, batting gaze. Then she runs the very tip across her plump, kissable lips, leaving behind a wet line before diving forward and wrapping her mouth around you.
A soft 'fuck' escapes you at the warmth of her mouth engulfing you. She smiles, pulling away and then admiring your cock with her teeth biting the flesh of her bottom lip. Rei kisses her way down the bottom of your shaft before just staring at it again. "It's so perfect. Your cock is literally a fucking work of art."
"It's going to look even better pressed between those beautiful tits," you reply to her compliment.
She takes the hint and pushes her tits towards it. "My tits love your cock already." Rei presses your cock against her nipple and pushes, teasing. "But not as much as my pussy will."
"Rei." Her eyes are lost in their new interest. You run a hand over the side of her face. The soft skin of her cheek. Pushing her hair behind an ear. Touching her lips gently with your thumb. "Will you put those amazing tits to good use? For me?" You ask as you push your thumb into her mouth, which makes her look up at you and she accepts it.
She nods her agreement.
"Good girl, Rei," you reply. Your voice is calm, smooth, and silky. The reaction you receive is everything you could hope for. Her pupils widen, her ears redden, and her face flushes. The combination of praise, and a dominant tone and touch, seems to really make her glow.
Rei obliges to the command.
Wet with her saliva, Rei's breasts wrap around your aching cock with ease. Her skin is soft and velvety. Flesh mouldable and forgiving. So warm. So smooth. Perfect.
Once your cock is settled between the swell of her breasts, Rei rocks her chest against it. A steady movement up and down; the sensual rubbing of flesh. Rei looks up at you, the hunger written plain to read across her face as she slides her tits against you. Her fingers intertwine across her tits, holding them together. She moans gently against your thumb as your cock continues to protrude from her cleavage over and over. The sounds reverberate inside her warm, wet mouth, stimulating as they tickle against your skin.
The ache inside you, the tense of muscle and flexed sinews—it builds. Pools and twists and heats in the centre of your body. Rei moans again. She talks through it too. The thumb pressing inside her mouth inhibits it only slightly. "I need it in my pussy. I would even take it in my ass right now. I need you."
Truth is, you need to fuck her just as badly now, too. "Stand." Immediately, Rei's shoulders drop as she pulls her breasts away and follows your order. "Bend over the sink."
"Finally." She's grinning when she moves. Placing her feet wide and leaning on the marble of the sink. You follow her every step.
You run a hand down her leg, gripping behind the knee and hooking it into the air, planting her leg onto the surface. She's open and so very willing. You draw your cock against her a final time, watch her contorted face in the mirror, and then slide into her.
Her eyes flash open and her jaw drops agape. A breathless silence. Now a burst of laughter broken by gasps for air. She grins and giggles and moans as you pound into her from behind. Her small hands claw against the sink, scrambling for something to hold to stabilise herself and support against the onslaught.
A hand on her hip to keep her in place, you reach the other to her neck. You grab and pull, rearing her back. Draw her flush with your body. Her soft skin against your chest. Her long hair is on your shoulder. She laughs again as you do it, sweet pleasured giggles that just don't stop.
"Harder, harder." She strains the words through the squeezing of her throat.
"Like it rough?" you spit into her ear and her lips turn in a grin.
"Like it rough." Her voice a coarse mess. Saliva runs from the corner of her mouth, tinted pink by her lipstick.
You slide your grip up from her neck, fingers along her jaw, thumb and finger pressed into her cheeks. "Fuck. You were right. Pussy so good I can see why guys struggle with you." You pull her head backwards and grind deeper into her. Tight and wet. Her cunt hugs so perfectly around your length that you worry she won't let you out.
"Wony was right. Best. Fuck. Ever." Every single thrust draws the words out into a pathetic moan, and then she laughs again and she strains to force more words. "Gonna cum."
You slip your hand back down to her throat and she grabs at your wrist, not to resist your grip or pull you free, only to reassure and to let you know what she wants. You grip and squeeze.
"Cum for me you pretty slut." Your voice is husky as your will consumes you. Her cries fill the bathroom, her ecstatic bliss heard a thousand times over as she feels her ecstasy roll through.
There is no gentle passing through her orgasm. You care not for how it plays. You don't ride the waves and slow your pace to accommodate it. Her cum spills warm around your cock. Slippery juices seep to her thighs and drip onto the floor as you keep up the relentless pace of your hips, each drive forward, piercing. Her body held against the marble, with her waist pressed against the edge. Her hands are frantic. Scrambling once more for support as you tear her apart with fervour.
"Rei?” The door opens. “Everything okay? Oh, fuck."
Liz stands in the doorway, stunned and staring. She's about to turn away and run out of the room but before she can step away, Rei speaks through her pleasure.
"Liz. Fuck." The words spill from her breathless mouth. Liz turns back to see the girl cumming again. You can see the astonishment in her gaze, unable to look away, drawn to the display of ecstasy. This time you slow and your hand slips away from her throat.
Rei squirms against the marble counter. The second wave crests and passes and this time her mind does clear. Your cock slows to a stop in her. Rei whips her head around to look at Liz.
"What the fuck?" Liz takes a step back, halfway out of the room, the door almost closing.
"Wait! Come here,” Rei calls out and Liz steps forward again. "Close the door. Quick."
Liz moves toward you and closes the door behind her. She presses herself back against it, watching in amazement as you freeze, still buried in her best friend. You were so blinded by fucking Rei that you didn't even consider stopping, but as rationality takes back over and the situation takes shape in your mind, you suddenly feel trapped under Liz's gaze. You dare not to look in her direction.
For all your tension, Rei is a complete contrast. Relaxed. The utter ease with which she just smiles, looks Liz directly in the eye and says the most casual, inappropriate things. "I'm more than okay. How are you?"
"I—" the question catches her off guard and she stammers an awkward, jolted sentence. Her eyes move to the space between you and Rei where you're still connected. She opens her mouth as if to speak but no words come out. She stutters another broken attempt. Liz eventually shakes her head and replies, "good. Not good. I mean okay. Well, good, but not because—"
She's stumbling over her words until Rei stops her. "Think we have a bit longer in us." She looks over her shoulder to you. "Not gonna cum yet, are you?"
"No," you reply. Entirely confused and a little uncomfortable—not sure exactly what is happening right now. You look back at Liz and she's staring right at you. Wide eyes, open mouth. It's not quite fear you're seeing in them, not disgust either. A cocktail of emotions playing on her face that you wish you could unpick.
"Want to join?" Rei asks. The question hangs in the air. Her tone is light and playful as if it's the most normal question in the world. She can't possibly mean that. She has to be joking. A jest for entertainment and Liz's amusement.
"Isn't this Wonyoung's...?" Liz leaves her question incomplete, letting Rei finish the thought.
"I already asked her. He's fair game." She did? When was this? Does that mean Rei planned to fuck you all along? The confusion only worsens the more you think. Your brain hurts trying to make sense of this. The absolute weirdness of it. And despite it, or rather, because of it, you find this whole thing so much... hotter.
Liz pushes herself off the door and says, "we did talk about it that one time..." She takes a step forward and then continues, "how we wanted to share a guy. But him? Here? Now?"
Liz takes another step forward and you take a tentative step back, slipping out from inside Rei and standing exposed. She gives an offended little groan of displeasure and then slips her leg down from the sink and turns to face you. Suddenly you're feeling lonely and exposed with the two girls staring at you.
"Yeah. Why not?" Rei asks Liz so casually. So blasé. Like she was suggesting what to eat for dinner and not asking Liz to join in a threesome. "And it's not like he would mind. Look how hard he is." Liz stares at the state of your cock. Twitching in the air. Lubricated with Rei.
Liz drags her eyes back to your face and asks you, "do you want me?"
As if you could ever say no. To those large round eyes. To her delicate mouth. The slender body beneath the cocktail dress. To those hips that sway as she continues to walk until she's standing next to Rei.
Rei reaches behind Liz, holding her by the ass and pushing her the final step toward you. Liz instinctively reaches, taking gentle hold of your wet cock. She's standing so close that her tits just graze against your chest. You look down slightly at the woman who's looking back up at you.
Rei asks you now, "do you want us?"
You stay paused for a moment, glancing at Rei for half a second before returning to Liz's stare. You nod gently then lean in to kiss her. The moment your mouths touch your hands begin roaming, one groping for a breast and the other to her lower back, holding her in close. Her tongue presses into you with the urgency you need and she holds you tight by the back of your neck.
You forget about Rei for a moment, giving everything to Liz. Stifling moans of your excitement into her mouth. Your hands feel over her, exploring her from hips to chest to waist—everywhere—before sliding her zipper down over her back and stopping just short of her ass.
Liz stops to catch her breath and it's the moment Rei waited for. One girl at your mouth and one at your neck, the kiss a wet mass of three people fighting with tongues and lips. A hand, presumably Liz's, strokes you gently and with a rhythm. Another on your lower back and another helping you push away Liz's dress. Rei's teeth pinch your neck and a familiar laugh rings out.
"So fucking hot," she whispers in your ear before she bites at your lobe.
Liz's dress falls free from her body, piling by her feet. You pull back for a moment. A moment to drink this beauty in. To see her stunning figure. Standing before you in heels, breasts jutted, is the image of perfection. Rei moves behind her, unclasping her bra and it joins her dress on the floor, revealing perky breasts that yearn for your touch.
Your mouth attacks her and her hands are clutching at you, gripping your head, neck, arms, anything she can as you suck a nipple into your mouth. Your hands explore over her skin. Trailing every part, learning her curves, the contours. The way they flow and mould and ripple.
"Don't hog the good parts," Rei hisses in your ear, breaking the trance Liz's tits had you caught under. Your hand and hers fight for the right to touch Liz. All while her eyes roll back from the bliss of being touched so hungrily.
Rei runs a delicate hand between Liz's legs and she tenses for a moment, sucking in a gasp. Her mouth contorts. Another gasp as Rei continues to brush over the fabric nestled between her thighs.
"Tell him what you want, Liz."
She stammers, gasping again before replying, "Want to ride. Ride his cock." She has barely taken her hand off it this whole time she was being undressed and now she rubs it a little faster. Squeezing a little tighter.
Things start to move in a bit of a blur, unsure of whose hands are on whom or whose mouth and body are pressed against yours as all three of you shuffle towards one side of the room. Somewhere through it, Rei took the lead and made sure you found yourself sitting on the lid of the toilet. Liz's underwear have long since been discarded and she's found herself perched on your thigh.
Liz wraps her arms around your neck as she straddles your leg. She's wrapping her body around you. Grinding against you. Making desperate sounds. Reaching with her mouth to find yours and planting her kisses.
Rei sits on you too, having helped off whatever remained of your clothes. She grinds too, using your other thigh. Rubbing her wet pussy on your leg, while the fingers of one hand comb and massage over your hair while her other trails her nails lightly over your skin. Her lips are soft against your shoulder. The smell of sex fills your nose. You breathe it in, finding yourself wanting.
Rei is so very dangerous to your senses. The softness of her touches. The sensual, raspy tones of her whisper in your ear. How your cock pulses with every plea.
"Keep your dick ready. We will put it to such good use." The first of many dirty promises and sweet nothing Rei whispers as the minutes draw past. She grows ever more erratic. And in contrast, Liz is controlled and measured, fucking her cunt against your leg with focused intent.
They writhe and roll their hips with the urgency of their heat. Wet, pink, and needy cunts, gliding over your skin. Desperate for friction.
"Oh Liz!" Rei moans.
"Ah! Fuck! Don't—”
Liz moves. Unsure, jolting, wracked and robbed of rhythm. It's in those moments Rei leans in for a kiss. Both girls writhe with pleasure, hands to breasts and mouths joined. It's at once an incredible sight. Incredibly erotic and exotic. The display of sensuous want. Skin aflame. Dew of their heat collected.
"Please fuck him," Rei breathes her demands through ragged and frantic breaths. Rei stands and guides, drawing Liz towards your cock, impatient and urgent, with a vice-like grip on her arm. "He is so good," she says through laboured breaths and wet pants.
With Rei's guidance, your dick finds its place between the folds. Wet and silky. Plush and sticky. The undersides of her soft, jiggling thighs press against you as she climbs to mount. So wonderfully slow the descent down your shaft.
It's with an agonisingly measured motion she takes your cock, inch by inch. She swallows every fraction. An exquisite glide. Feeling the undulating pattern of her depths as they shift and cling. Her lips drawn in a tight, silent circle. Her eyes clench shut as she lets out a long and strained exhale. Her back arches slightly, almost reaching the limits, taking you to the hilt.
"Oh Rei, fuck," she whispers, before opening her eyes and meeting yours. Lustful gazes meet for a long second and she leans forward. She keeps you there, lodged and tight for a moment longer. Holding onto it, and you. "Need a minute," she tells you through her laboured breathing.
The beat of your hearts collide in the tense moments as you wait. She is poised to make the most of the moment. Liz begins so slowly. Tentative. The slightest of rocks, cautious and experimental, to ensure herself and you of her control. With each subtle and calculated motion, the sweet clench of her tight insides squeeze.
Her forehead rests against yours as she looks down, fully in focus with the rise and fall.
"She's so good. Tell her," Rei purrs her words as she leans into her friend. "How nice does she feel?" Rei's kissing at Liz's neck between her words. Nipping at the skin while you can feel every shallow gasp Liz makes. The way she inhales each time with a deeper and harsher breath when Rei nips just so.
You barely manage to find your words, but you tell her. Whispering sweet compliments on how nice her pussy feels around your cock. You don't stop there, appreciating parts of her body as you touch them. Running your hands over her hips has you telling her how wonderful she feels under your fingertips, gripping her ass and holding tight to tell her how perfect she is. Her moans and groans fill your ears with music of lust and desire.
Rei's hands travel the expanse of Liz's body as she keeps nipping at her neck. She takes her nipples between her thumb and finger. Squeezes and twists. "So beautiful. He is so turned on by you." Her words encourage and drive Liz as she rides with greater pace and intensity. As the tempo rises, Rei grows impatient with her own needs. "Liz..." she whispers, "give me your hand."
Keeping one on your knee, Liz surrenders the other to Rei. Rei draws her friend in between her legs, "touch me while you ride, please, Liz."
"I don't know how." Her hips rise and fall, still working herself onto your dick. The words of a girl unsure.
Rei puts Liz's hand on her cunt and presses her fingers to the mound. "Yes, you do, just do it how you like it."
"Here," you say, moving your hand between Rei's legs, you guide Liz's fingers and show her how to stroke her friend, "press your fingers here. Move them in a circle. Small but quick circles."
"Mm, Liz, oh—" Rei moans through her strained attempt at words.
“And I think Rei likes it when—
“Ah! Yes!”
Liz puts so much focus on her friend that she struggles to keep riding, as much as her body craves it. She struggles for a while, riding your cock and rubbing Rei's clit. Soon her focus falters, and her pace decreases, losing rhythm as she struggles between the two.
"More Liz, more," Rei pleads.
You take hold of Liz's hips, your fingers digging deep into the flesh of her ass. You drive up into her and a whine escapes her lips. You take over and she pushes her fingers deeper inside Rei just as she wanted, pulling her closer and burying herself into her cunt. Rei melts into Liz as your cock pounds into her.
Rei puts an arm over your shoulder and holds onto you, clawing into your neck and holding you firm. "Ah. Liz... yes." You can tell it won't take Rei long like this. You've noticed how easy it seems to be to make her cum, so this should be no challenge even for Liz.
Surprisingly, without warning, Liz is the first to crumble. Without ceremony. Just a sudden gasping stammer that rattles in her chest. Every sound she makes is a whining, babbling, and messy blend of lust and carnal release. The two collapse against each other as you fuck Liz through her orgasm.
Rei lets out a frustrated groan as Liz struggles to keep fingering her through her tremors. "My clit. Please," she cries. "Here, Liz, here." Her voice is desperate and urgent, trying to guide Liz's finger back where she needed her. "No, no, don't stop." Rei's voice breaks again, desperate and waning.
Liz is limp, unresponsive, and falling into your arms. Totally consumed. Struggling to fight as her whole body seizes with euphoria. You wrap your hands around her body, shifting positions and sliding out of her, leaving her trembling on the toilet. Her body still wracking and twitching and jerking, whimpering and sobbing in post-orgasm bliss.
Rei is agitated. "Need your cock. Want it. Bad. So bad." She throws herself against your body, hands running all over until one grips your cock, still wet with Liz. Your cock twitches. "Need this cock. Fuck. This is making me so hot."
Never have you seen such hunger and need. Lust so dire and reckless. Rei has an inexhaustible libido—an insatiable appetite for sex. You are barely out of Liz's snatch and yet already Rei's is gushing for you. And who are you to deny such a good pussy another fucking?
You bend Rei over towards the hazy Liz. Rei's arms reach over her shoulders onto the wall and her legs spread apart over Liz's knees. You lean behind, ready to enter. Liz's hands brace her waist.
Rei looks at you over her shoulder with her devilish, sadistic smile. "Take me, stretch my fucking cunt. My pussy needs you." Her vulgar demands sound so good, with erotic venom in her words, and you're in her again.
"Yeah, yes. Finally..." Rei coos, as if you deprived her, waiting so patiently for Liz to finish. She pushes her ass back, swallowing you deeper. You run your hands over her skin; her perfect curves. "Mm... yes, finally! Like the first time."
You pound her with a vigour—merciless and rapid thrusts of your hips that drive her into Liz. For someone so small and seemingly delicate she is full of stamina and power, eager to meet every thrust. Your hips clap against her ass and her tongue falls out. A visage of mindless and unrepentant ecstasy. A cathartic euphoria. As your body collides, Rei is bent lower over the resting Liz.
She leads with her tongue, into Liz's mouth, the two girls sharing sloppy, messy, passionate kiss accompanied by stifled moans and Rei's signature giggle of pleasure.
Rei rises from the kiss to pant a sharp breath, but she quickly descends once more, licking up her neck and then sucking the lobe of her ear. While she's busy feasting on the side of Liz's neck, you lean further forward, both pushing in and down on Rei, but also to get your own fix of the girl beneath.
She's dazed and happy. Arms loosely over Rei, she looks up at you. Smiling. The sparkle still twinkling in her eyes. Blanketing and enshrouded with lust. "Feels good," she says weakly.
"For such a long time I've wondered if Liz tasted as good as her body looks," Rei teases Liz, giggling to herself as she playfully bites her neck.
Liz's cheeks flush an embarrassed shade. She replies through a gasped laugh, "you're always talking, saying stuff, teasing all the time." Liz fights through the nerves to manage to say, "you shouldn't..."
"But have you thought of us actually doing it?" You can feel the wickedness from her, her words are as playful as they are inciting and before Liz can give a reply, Rei is dragging her hand between Liz's legs.
She reacts with a spasm that shoots through her, her muscles tensing as if the faintest of touches sent an electric shock through her. Even the light, innocent touch of Rei's fingers has her rolling and squirming under you both as if she is having her every nerve picked apart. "No. Maybe. Once... Oh, fuck, Rei."
Liz buries into the crook of Rei's neck, as best she can anyway, as Rei still jolts back and forth from the pounding you're giving her. Rei just laughs. "Good answer."
You're still rutting into her from behind, and she is growing shaky, her own ability to support herself failing, struggling to remain upright, pushing down onto Liz. Rei's cumming again. Squeezing tighter around you, fighting harder for every bit of motion between your bodies.
Rei pulls her hand back from Liz to push you out and catch her breath, and she falls fully over Liz, causing her to slouch further in her seat and straddle her.
You pull out from Rei, still without release, and instinctively drop to one knee, pulling Liz's leg up to your waist and moving to slide into her again, even if Rei is kind of in the way.
So Liz lies back flat against the seat of the toilet, a panting Rei mounted over her, and you between her legs—sliding your length into her cunt.
"Why," Rei starts, interrupted by her short gasp. "Did I have to have such hot friends?" You grab Rei's ass and use it as an anchor as you drive into Liz. "I'm so jealous of you getting to fuck us all."
"Shouldn't be," you say between heavy breathing—the effort starting to wear. "This whole thing is a mess. All you girls.”
"You're killing me here," she giggles. "If I had a big, thick cock, I can't think of a better way to use it than that." Rei keeps giggling. Loving this whole thing. She is a ball of boundless energy and as you pound into Liz, she just can't resist touching. She cups Liz's breast in her hand and rolls her nipple between her thumb and finger. "I would love Liz here to cum around my cock."
"You're insane," Liz moans out. Her voice shaking; ruined by the joy you're pumping into her. Her eyes flutter, drifting in and out of bliss.
"I'm insane? You're the one getting pounded by a stranger while your best friend humps your body and plays with your tits." She's absolutely crass with her words and her actions. Durty. Obscene. She continues her verbal assault on a gasping and stunned Liz. "How long have you dreamed about a good, thick cock, fucking you stupid? How many times have you had to finger yourself while watching those amateur porn videos or reading those filthy stories online?"
Liz can barely speak to argue back.
"You girls could always... use a... strap-on." You tell them as your breath gets caught in your chest, you feel it coming. That tingling. A rolling rumble. You're already struggling, feeling the effects of the marathon. But your comment makes them both giggle.
Rei leans down and presses her mouth into Liz's neck. "We could..." Rei is growling now.
Liz is cumming again. Her insides constrict, and her body seizes. The ripples and clenches of her orgasmic vice are too much. You fall over her and press your forehead into Rei's back. Gasping. Panting for air. You're so close it hurts.
So you pull out, reluctantly, freeing your throbbing cock from her hold and standing. A whimpering gasp leaves her lips as her body still shakes.
Rei climbs down from Liz, kneeling in front of you. "A strap-on isn't the same as the real thing." She takes hold of your cock in her delicate touch. So softly, she whispers her words. So gently, they hang in the air with the melodious sound of her voice, sweet like honey and dripping from her lips. "Will you do a dirty girl a favour and paint her pretty face?"
The sight is beyond stunning—an angel on her knees. She rests the tip of your cock against her pursed lips and slowly jerks you. Her glimmering eyes looking up at you in expectant admiration. Her other hand squeezes her breast. She does this all with the utmost confidence that she is going to get exactly what she wants. You nod to her. Yes.
Liz slides from the seat, joining Rei on the floor, on her knees. Rei's hand continue while she shares a smile and a whisper with Liz, words of encouragement that prompt Liz to move in on you. She works her mouth against your balls, planting kisses and stealing licks.
Both girls savour the taste of your cock while they play with it. They continue until their saliva soaks your length. Your shaft glistening and dripping in their lubricant as their tongues dance along your cock.
It doesn't take you much longer until the two girls are cheek-to-cheek and gazing up into your eyes with the soft strokes of their hands. "Cum for us. Cum. Paint our faces, cover us. Cum. Do it." They beg you.
And then, release.
Hot cum pumps from the tip, erupting in thick strands. The first on Rei—a long thick rope onto her forehead, down the bridge of her nose and across her cheek. She remains remarkably poised, relishing the feeling. Then onto Liz, you catch her with a lot too, just like you did Rei and she flinches. Some into her open and ready mouth. Some on her lip and rolling down her chin. She tries to take her mouth to your cock, but Rei leans in the way and wrestles control and instead, another two shots—one splatters across Rei's lips and the next into her mouth.
Rei pulls you into her and sucks, then rolls her tongue around you. Jerking the final drops and draining you empty. When your hips cease to jolt, Rei swallows. Her mouth and face—messy. Glistening. Still smiling as she looks up at you with glee in her eyes.
Liz's slouches back, propped against the toilet. Her hand plays between her legs. Thrusting her fingers with a fast, firm pace. Chasing a climax she can only finish herself. A sight that steals your attention. The glorious scene of Liz masturbating is utterly hypnotic, the music of her moans in harmony, the euphoria consuming and overwhelming and a rarity you savour.
Another drop hangs from Rei's chin. You bring your cock and tilt it—dragging the rope of cum along Rei's lip. Into her mouth. A quiet moan as she cleans you—the feeling of a dull vibration. With a final suck, she frees you and you almost stumble over, collapsing. You catch the counter, barely.
Rei turns back to her friend and pushes in—meeting mouths. Her lips kiss the taste into Liz. Taking it off her lips and drawing it into her mouth. Her tongue snakes around Liz's before the two girls join in an intense and passionate kiss. Your cum traded between the pair—back and forth. Wet and lewd. Sloppy sounds that have you mesmerised.
Liz swallows as best she can before her strained voice breaks the trance. “This is the best. It will never be topped.” Her dainty fingers still playing with her clit as she continues to savour the experience.
"Until next weekend maybe," Rei interjects. "The three of us could make a whole night of it. Though that might ruin all other sex for us forever." Rei rises to stand, glancing herself in the mirror and reaching a finger up, drawing circles over her cheek to collect a fresh trail of your cum, pressing it to the roof of her mouth and rolling it over her tongue.
It's Liz who finds a smile first, her own soft little giggle followed by a splutter and a cough. It gets you all the same, laughing, the absurdity of this whole scenario dawning on you.
"Think you could handle us for a whole night?" Rei asks you as she stands beside you, looking into the mirror as she pulls more trails of cum into her mouth. Liz stays kneeling on the floor, and she suddenly looks so shy again. Sinking into herself, as if the flush of the lust has washed her clean.
You give a quick chuckle, "maybe not... But I would enjoy every second of trying."
"Guess it is time we all get out," Rei suggests. She looks over her shoulder and says, "and, hey Liz. You're welcome."
"Hm?"
"Your card. You fingered me. So you passed the challenge."
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Now fully dressed and looking almost like you did when you first walked in, if just a little scruffier, you leave the girls in the bathroom. You doubt anyone who sees you cares, though. The music too loud, the drink too abundant and the dancing too distracting. So no one notices when you re-join the crowds and pass through the hallways looking for someone—anyone.
You still haven't seen Minju since she disappeared at the card stand, nor Wonyoung or Yujin since they walked off into the crowd. As for Gaeul, the one person who is supposed to stop you from doing stupid things, well you haven't seen her yet at all. Maybe that's why you've fucked three girls already today, Gaeul needs to put you under 24/7 watch.
"Finally found you, bro," a voice calls from your left—right on cue.
You spin, and sure enough, it's Gaeul, standing at the corner of the hallway, arms crossed and leaning against the wall with disappointment drawn over her face. She's wearing some of the highest platformed heels you've ever seen, so she almost looks tall. The dress helps too. It's long and sleek from her shoulders down to her knees. Tight to her skin and shimmering under artificial light. An array of gold sparkles and reflective surfaces, bouncing colour everywhere.
"Gaeul, hey."
"You really shouldn't have brought her, you know that?" You had hoped to have spoke to Gaeul before she saw that Minju is here, but that was never going to happen when you're busy fucking her friends. At least she doesn't know about that—yet.
Her question is rhetorical—you know that—but you shrug and answer anyway, "she insisted."
"Oh, really?" Gaeul snaps and then guides you down the hall. Right now, she doesn't sound like the girl you know. She's agitated and annoyed and you're not actually sure if it's at you or someone else. "Sometimes I wonder what goes through your mind. I don't know if it's stubbornness or stupidity bro, but are you trying to get on their bad side?"
"Is it really that bad?"
"I just don't understand you at the minute. I'm trying to help you but I don't know how when I don't know what you want. Is it Wonyoung? Yujin? This Minju person?"
or Rei? Liz, maybe?
"Gaeul. I don't know."
She stops and turns to you, holding onto your arm. "That's the problem, bro. You know I want the best for you, but if you don't know, then neither do I."
"I can't do this now."
"Fine. Enjoy the party, just do me a favour and don't fuck anyone tonight will you?"
Oops.
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The Art of a Dress
Summary - After commissioning you to make some of his mother's designs come to life, Rhysand faces the reality that artwork is more than what's painted on Feyre's canvas and even fabric can envoke memory.
Warnings - Parenting, children, vague mention of death, angsty-ish, Liz not doing the Venus and Junon dresses justice, platonic reader relationship
A/n - The first of my Christmas fics that don't center around Christmas. I was inspired to write this after talking to @daycourtofficial . It's how I imagine Feysand having a daughter will go.. Her and Feyre would constantly coordinate or match outfits. They'd be that mommy daughter duo.
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Starfall.
Rhysand was beyond ready for Starfall. The cherished holiday had begun to mean so much more than just the traveling of souls across the sky almost 7 years ago.
Specifically because of the little girl holding his hand, her long dark hair bouncing with each step as his son and Feyre walked behind them, warm cups of hot chocolate in hand. Nyx had grown into a handsome young male at 20 years old, turning and winking at his little sister as she held Rhysand's hand.
“Do you think y/n got the dress perfect, daddy?” Deep blue eyes looked up at him as Lenora looked up at him. Her sweet face was etched in concern.
Rhysand only felt his lips twitch up, thinking of his long time friend. You had been trained as a seamstress by his mother, and your designs had quickly become demanded all across the Night Court. Fashion was art to you, it held no boundaries, no limitations. It was self expression, freeing.
For that reason, you were the only one he trusted to create the twin gowns he had found in his mother's sketch book. “Without a doubt, starlight,” he said to her. “It is probably better than we imagined.”
“It's just my big birthday,” she whispered, almost afraid you would disappoint her.
“Every year is your big birthday, Lala” Nyx rolled his eyes before opening the doors to white shop filled with many windows. Each window had a different display. Gowns and decor showing off y/n's skills and mastery of the craft.
You had opened today just for the High Lord and his family. The Inner Circle was already all seated as you locked the doors and then hugged Feyre, “I think we start with you, momma,” you said to her. “I need to talk to Rhysand really quick if you three want to head back,” you motioned towards the velvet sitting area for Nyx and then the dressing room for Feyre.
Lenora had already run to Azriel, picked up in his arms as you looked at Rhysand. “So, we need to have a gentle talk.”
Rhysand gave you a playful shoulder shove, “Price is no concern. I know you probably put in a lot of effort.”
“It's not about price. It's about Lenora. These dresses were originally designed for your mom and sister. Who your daughter looks a lot like.”
Rhysand brushed it off, having mentally prepared, at least he thought, “I'll be okay.”
You only nodded. “Then we should start.” You followed Feyre only laughing as you saw her face. The dresses you had been given to design were works of true artistry and would fall into the history of Night Court iconic moments.
The dress was a deep rich black with a fairly simple top. A straight strapless neckline with black beading that was heavier towards the top and faded to the drop waist. Two solid panels of matching black fabric at the top and on the waist.
The skirt was where the magic began.
The skirt was layered with elongated scallop shapes that felt almost flower petals like. Each one had silver and purple jewels and sequins sewn into the edges and up. Even the train matched the details, not a single spot looking out of place.
You had spared no expense on this dress, which, to Feyre, meant her daughter's matching dress would be just as fantastic.
Feyre was silent except for the occasional emotional huff of air as you pulled up the hidden zipper. “Is it comfortable,” you asked softly.
“Yes. Not even nearly as heavy as I expected.”
You nodded at her statement, “The fabric is from Scythia. It is so buttery soft it's extra gentle on your skin. I won't get into the details on the sequins and jewel work with you. Your dear husband.. spent far too much money getting me the ones he wanted for quality.”
The High Lady nodded, “Can we show them?” You helped her step down before opening the curtain. It was a collective gasp as the first of two dresses made its debut.
Rhysand immediately circled his mate like a hawk, checking the quality of the beading placement, the cuts of each scalloped edge. “Fantastic,” he finally approved. “You look beautiful, Feyre Darling.”
Feyre was all smiles before glancing at Lenora, “I imagine you don't want to wait to see yours?”
“No,” the princess immediately ran into the dressing room, making you laugh as you pulled the curtain and began helping her.
Her dress was similar to Feyre's, only adapted to fit her slender and youthful self. This dress had heavy black beading on the strapless top. This dress had a scalloped edge neckline that seemed to melt into the drop waist. The skirt had an over layer, scallops that matched Feyre's in color and design, only this dress had one layer before falling into full shining black tulle skirts. The back was your favorite part. Those scallops continued in the back, that petal look and texture running just the train of the princess-like gown. You and Rhysand had selected this to be Lenora’s dress for weight reasons, and as you zipped her up, you didn't regret that choice.
You glanced at the little princess in the mirror, “Do you love it?”
“Yes,” her excited scream had the room beyond them laughing.
“Is it comfortable?”
“Yes!” She ran out then, you laughing as she did and barely making it to the curtain.
She had expected joy, smiles, and laughter. She was welcomed with silence, with Azriel immediately having to leave the room, Cassian squeezing his hands together. Amren and Mor touched Feyre and Nyx, indicating for them to follow the two of them out.
Rhysand had prepared, he told himself as his hands shook. He had mentally readied himself to see his daughter in this gown. Yet that preparation failed in comparison to seeing what he was looking at.
Cassian stood, “I'm so sorry,” he left the room, tears beginning to fall.
“Its not you,” you murmured to Lenora as her little lip trembled. “Shh. It's not you. Give daddy a second.”
Rhys closed his eyes before walking over and kneeling down to her. Lenora broke the silence, “Is it ugly?”
“Mother no,” his voice was breaking. “I'm so sorry baby. This Isn't the reaction you deserved you just-” he looked up at you before taking a deep breath to continue. “You look like your auntie.”
“Like Auntie Ness or Auntie Elain," she glared. There was a right answer.
“No. Like my sister. Like Evangeline.”
The almost 7 year old felt her little face falling. She knew her dad had a sister. One who was gone. But she didn't know the reason why. “Is that why you're all sad?”
“They aren't sad,” you whispered before leaving. "Trust me, dove.
Rhysand thanked your intervention silently. It gave him a moment to process and breathe. “You look so beautiful and grown up,” he studied her face. His daughter wasn't the spitting image of him. No, Lenora was his sister. That same fierceness in her eyes. The same emotional need for approval. That same desire. He had not seen it before, but something about this dress highlighted it.
Cassian was the first to return, “I'm sorry,” he said to Lenora. “I needed a second. I hope you can forgive an emotional old male.”
“Do you think I'm pretty,” she brightened up.
“Oh absolutely. Prettiest girl I've ever seen.” Only Rhysand knew the significance of that sentence. Of who it was last said to. “Might have to tell Ness she needs a new Starfall date and keep you all to myself all night.”
Lenora made a little shocked face before cuddling with Rhysand, “But daddy promised me a dance.”
“I'd surrender you once to your dad. Then all Uncle Cass time,” his voice and smirk were playful though it didn't reach those almost sad eyes. Cassian hugged Lenora, taking the healing that came with that contact and sighing softly “Give Uncle Azzy a few more minutes. Y/n is talking to him.”
And a few more minutes is what it took. Azriel entered with a small box in hand. A little tiara you had paid Neve to make to match Lenora’s dress inside. He wordlessly turned his niece to face the mirror before opening the box and placing the amethyst and grey diamond tiara into her long dark curls. His hands then went to her little shoulders resting there. “Do you know how much we all love you,” Azriel asked her.
“More than the stars?”
All three males nodded. “You look so much like her,” Azriel's voice was tight. “And that is a special thing. Your aunt was a light in darkness. Her smile and laughter brought unmatched happiness when your dad, Cassian, and I needed it most.”
“And now you do,” Rhysand told her, finishing Azriel's thought while squeezing his brother's bicep. “You are perfect, my little love.”
Lenora smiled at herself in the mirror, then as Nyx entered in the suit that coordinated with his baby sister. Her brother wasted no time bringing added excitement to the room by carefully picking her up and standing in the mirror. “We are good looking.”
“Very,” Lenora giggled. “You're handsome.”
“You're breath-taking.”
The three older males watched the sight silently. Feyre joined them again and rested her head on Rhysand's bicep. Mor entered again, still wiping tears. Amren only smiled as she came in with you.
Nyx was still talking to Lenora, pointing at things in the mirror to show his little sister details she missed. The older fae were all silent, this moment closing a wound that they'd hoped was long forgotten.
Nyx, the very image of his father. Lenora the very image of her long gone aunt.
Rhysand finally cleared his throat, “Nyx, let your mother stand by Lala. I want to see the dresses side by side.” The princeling nodded and set his sister down, standing with a hand out to help Feyre onto the pedestal.
“Stunning,” Mor said first. “They're fantastic.”
“Artwork,” Amren flatly said. “These gowns are artwork. They will need to immediately be put in your family archives, High Lord.” A murmur of agreement filled the room, your face flushing.
“You did amazing,” Azriel whispered in your ear. “We had a little doubt this time around with how she drew these.”
“Me too,” You admitted. “I definitely did too.”
Lenora looked gorgeous the next night, faelights twinkling off the jewels on her and Feyre's gown. Nyx currently was waltzing with Feyre. The two of them were only outshined by the birthday girl on her very special day. Her and Rhysand were swaying, her father having picked her up to do so. “I love my dress, daddy.”
He hummed, “I love it too. Happy birthday, my starlight.”
“Thank you,” she leaned her head into him. “Its the most special birthday.”
“The most special birthday for my most special girl,” he said. “Always my most special girl.”
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"Is this real?"-Jess Mariano
words: 983
warnings: Jess being a tiny bit of an asshole, language, Jess Mariano x Artist!Reader
summary: You and Jess never got along back in New York, but when your art gets hung up in a gallery, Jess is the first person you want to tell. But, he's no longer in New York
You'd done it, you actually did it. This seemed like something you had only dreamed of, but here it was the proof that you actually had done it.
You were a very passionate artist, working hard on everything you did. Making sure every painting was almost perfect, and it seemed to finally pay off. Your art was being hung up in one of the biggest art galleries. They were doing an installment of a young artists works, and by some miracle yours got picked,
Thinking about it, the only reason this happened was because of Jess. He wasn't the nicest to you exactly. The two of you seemed to have a random rivalry for almost no reason at all. Yet he was the one who always pushed you.
If he thought something was off with your painting, he wasn't afraid to say it, and have you rethink the entire painting. Sometimes you talked about how one day you wanted your art framed in a famous gallery. If he overheard that he would immediately say something like 'not with that splotchy painting' which would annoy you, especially since he wasn't an artist. But now you realized that without his helpful critiques, you probably wouldn't be here right now.
As strange as it sounds, all you wanted to do was run to him and tell him all about how your art was going to be in a gallery. Even though he was a dick about your art, sometimes if you really accomplished something, like winning a prize or being recognized, he would congratulate you and be entirely sincere about it.
The thing was though, that Jess no longer lived in New York. His mom had shipped him down to some random small town to live with his uncle. You didn't know his current number, or even where he was, so it looked like you had to give up hope.
Or, at least you thought you did, till you remembered you knew Liz's number. You called her, asking where Jess was. She seemed suspicious to why some girl was asking about where he was, but once you explained that you were his friend, which is kind of a lie, but also kind of not, she gladly told you that he was in some town called Stars Hollow, living with his uncle Luke, at a diner called Luke's.
You thanked Liz for the information, quickly grabbing your keys and running to your car. The drive from New York to Stars Hollow was only about 2 hours with traffic. You made it down there in what felt like almost no time, it was now almost 4pm when you parked outside of the diner, where you could see Jess from the window.
Grabbing the newspaper that had the picture of your art, and the article on it, you ran inside. A site like this was something new for the people of Stars Hollow, so they were all intrigued when an unfamiliar girl, in a leather jack ran into Luke's diner, shouting, "Jess, jess."
Jess looked up from where he was taking an order behind the counter, immediately recognizing your voice in a second, "Y/N, w-what are you doing he-" he started to say, getting cut off by you.
"Shut up, just read this," you told him, practically shoving the paper into his hands, as you leant over the counter.
He smirked at you demanding him to read the paper, "Alright, alright calm down," he said, starting to read the paper. He read it rather quickly, his eyes picking up on keywords. In moments his mouth broke into a huge grin, he had read how your artwork was being framed in a rather well known gallery.
"No way, is this real?" he asked, in shock at how you finally accomplished your dreams.
You nodded frantically, "Yes, it's already up, but the exhibit opens next week," you told him.
Not being able to contain his excitement for you, he moved around the counter, hugging you. He even spun you around a couple times, proud of you for your accomplishment.
"I can't believe it," he said, smiling down at you after he set you down, "We have to celebrate, how long are you in town for?" he asked.
You shrugged, "I don't know, how long do you want me to stay?" you ask a seemingly innocent question, since you weren't in any rush to leave.
Jess could feel his brain short circuit at that moment. He desperately wanted to say 'forever', but knew that couldn't, "My shift ends at 6, so you can come back around then, and if you want you can find somewhere to crash for the night, then leave in the morning," Jess said, trying not to think of how you might have to leave at some point.
"Perfect," you said, "I'll come back around 6 then, I'll see you later," you told him, walking out of Luke's diner. You were gonna spend the next two hours touring around town and some of the small shops.
Jess didn't realize it until now, but the entire diner had been quiet since the moment you walked in. Everyone was in utter shock that the delinquent Jess Mariano, who was known for not caring for anyone, was just seen with a girl, who he was looking at as if she was the only important thing in this world.
"What are you all staring at," he yelled, making everyone go back to their usual activities, now that regular Jess was back. He turned to Luke who was still staring at him, "What, why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, annoyed at everyone.
"Nothing," Luke said, too tired to deal with this. You didn't know it yet, but soon you would be the talk of the town. The girl who was able to make Jess Mariano, actually care for someone.
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This book I’m reading is so good I’m genuinely mad that I put off reading it
#before any of you get excited thinking i’m about to recommend high class literature it’s an ice planet barbarians book#specifically barbarian’s choice#i was like ‘hmm i mean i Like farli but i’ve been enjoying the formula of human x sa-khui romances’#but i wanted to read something that wouldn’t require too many of my brain cells because honestly i did a lot today. so i picked it up#and oh my godddddddd#SO good. literally so so good. i was ready for mardok to be some boring green alien; like i’d braced myself for him to have weird feet#or something like that. but he’s modern sahk??? which is somehow the absolute BEST thing he could’ve been#i’m squealing and kicking my feet in bed it’s SO good. farli is adorable. mardok is hot. mardok’s crew are dicks#the worldbuilding is chef’s fucking KISS i am living#maybe my standards have eroded after nearly a dozen books of people boning down in caves but i’m obsessed with this#i think i’m going to finish this series honestly. like i blitzed through the novellas for absolutely no reason#would anyone want me to rank them? would literally anyone on planet earth be interested in that? fuck it i might do it anyway#honestly as it stands now; this book is easily my favourite. maddie’s book is second and kira’s is third#tiffany’s probably fourth. then josie’s. and i have a soft spot for the holiday novella#bottom of the list would be stacy’s book and potentially georgie’s and liz’s. maybe asha’s as well unfortunately#harlow and lila were great but not my absolute favourites#personal
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DID YOU KNOW THAT MINECRAFT HAS LOOMS???, aka, THE WEAVING WRITEUP
part two: get that bad boy ON THE LOOM
part 1 part 3
weaving is, at its core, a series of incredibly tedious yet incredibly meditative tasks.
i don’t think i can make this post be a fully comprehensive how-to of those tasks, especially considering it’s been almost a year since i wove on a floor loom, but i will try my best :’)
the first part is tying the yarns on. when taking the warp threads off of the warping board (which i talked about in the last post!) i tie them into bundles of a specific amount of threads, evenly distributed across the full amount. each of those gets tied on individually to the back of the loom, which i forget the name of. these are spread out basically across 2 inches of finished width per bundle, or in my case 24 strings per. ish. since I was working with 200 warp threads.
After tying those on, they get cranked on to the back of the loom and pulled across the back to the front though the harnesses under tension, where it’s now time to thread the loom!
This style of loom works by lifting different combinations of threads by lifting each harness with a pedal. Raising different combinations of threads will create different designs, changing where the horizontal thread or weft is going over and under.
My plan was to create two banners on the same warp, and in order to not have to entirely rethread the loom after the first one, I threaded it in such a way that different patterns were possible. This was, perhaps predictably, tedious. I don’t really know exactly how to explain weaving drafts, but this is the one I was using to thread the loom. The horizontal row at the top corresponds to which of the four harnesses each thread goes through, while the vertical column on the right shows which combinations of pedals need to be pressed at what time to actually create this pattern.
(Weaving draft via Liz on Handweaving.net in 2004)
due to the nature of this draft, it’s also possible to use this threading to create a plain weave—a simple one thread up, one thread down pattern that’s probably your first thought when it comes to weaving. I wanted to create one banner in plain weave and one in the pattern weave above.
Threading was very tedious, but ultimately as long as I was paying attention and keeping meticulous track of where in the 46 thread wide loop I had left off when I had to leave, it wasn’t that bad.
After threading, the threads are individually pulled though the slots or dents on a reed, which serves as both the beater to knock threads into place and as a means to keep them perfectly spaced out while actually weaving.
Then, the threads are tied to another bar at the front of the loom, and you’re ready to weave!
Here’s the two different weave patterns I used for this project!
Each of these I created the V shape at the bottom by just progressively leaving more and more threads out of the weave as I worked my way back and forth. After taking them off the loom, the top and bottom were turned and hemmed on a sewing machine. i tied some of the excess threads on each banner into tassels!
My next post will be sharing some about the embroidery process to create the emblem itself, and my future plans for the pattern woven banner that still doesn’t have any embroidery on it.
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Hey! Love love love your stuff! Which of the guys if any would you think have a breeding kink 🤭?
ooh I love this one. like most kinks, there's a spectrum. in this case, assuming they're in an established relationship...
the whole fantasy birth control thing is super unclear to me so let's just assume they have the methods and materials that we do.
uninterested
Aaric... I'm still figuring him out, but based on one (1) comment he made in iron flame, I'm thinking... ace and/or demi Aaric? 👀 but I also think he's too practical and his head's on too straight to risk it. and there's probably mixed feelings in there about having kids.
Sawyer is another that's too practical. he gives me a slightly-paranoid vibe. even if you're using protection regularly, he's breathing a sigh of relief every time you tell him your cycle is here. (and then he's taking the best care of you of course).
I just don't get that vibe from Liam or Ridoc. Liam is practical but also really sweet and doesn't want to make you uncomfortable at all ever, so he's probably pulling out every time (and then cleaning it up himself.) Ridoc is probably less conscious about it, but I don't see him caring too much about where he finishes.
"just really likes to cum inside you"
you're asking, Liz, how did Dain not make the "head's on too straight" category? listen. this boy is so easily corruptible. he lives on the slippery slope, and once he gets a taste of what's outside the box he's put himself in, it's all over. it just feels so much better with nothing in the way, and you're taking the fertility suppressant, anyway. (how's that gonna work out for him... iykyk)
maybe it's just wishful thinking, but I'm putting Garrick here. it feels nice for both of you, no awkward timing issues, easy enough clean up. he'll never admit that he just really likes it for what it is. he's not sure why, either. maybe it's his possessiveness, wanting to stake his claim to you, or some male ego thing. there's no deeper meaning to it all, no... (and I totally don't have something like this drafted for him...)
"please let me father your children"
Bodhi. he's obsessed with you, and a sweet little baby that's half him and half you would be so cute... but you have to be strong and tell him not now, because you have a revolution to attend to, and also there's a gang of undead dark wizards on the loose. but someday.
Brennan. he's absolutely shameless about it. he's getting to a certain age, and with the ten (?) year age gap between him and Violet, he knows how to take care of a baby. and you'd look so pretty pregnant, and you'd be such a good mother... (I also totally don't have a scene like this written out for him and Duchess... hehe)
#kinktober#fourth wing x reader#liz.txt#answered#brennan sorrengail#liam mairi#garrick tavis#bodhi durran#dain aetos#sawyer henrick#ridoc gamlyn#aaric graycastle
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made some adjustments to my "How many people could’ve died based on the in-game actions they've taken" list, now including some explanations from least to most possible kills. All based on my memory and sometimes looking in the dialogue files.
Starting with the "0 people could've died" tier we have Beffica, Cromdo, Triffany, Shelda, and Wiggle. Their in-game actions realistically wouldn't have lead to the death of anybody
With "1 person could've died" we have Filbo, Floofty, and Clumby. Filbo because he made The Journalist eat a strabby, something they're allergic to and they easily could've died from that. Floofty because they tried cutting their own head off. Clumby because she allowed The Journalist go to Snaktooth, fully expecting them to die there.
"2 people could've died" has Chandlo. You shouldn't try lifting an entire cabin with someone in it above your head.
"3 people could've died" with Wambus. 1. Filbo could've died of a concussion because he made that Bunger ram him into a tree across the map. 2. Threw Cromdo 31 feet as of last Tuesday. 3. Probably would've straight up killed Gramble after Liz n Egg went missing.
"5 people could've died" has Snorpy. While putting a hidden flash bang on someone's body that could be activated by a code word the person doesn't know isn't automatically lethal, as that person was on a raft with 4 other people and could've easily said that code word at any point during that ride on accident, that could disorient everyone and make everyone fall out of that raft and drown n die.
"9 people could've died" with Gramble. Hoarding the singular food source on a island from everyone because you don't want them to them is bad I Think.
"11 people could've died" has Eggabell and The Journalist. Eggabell cause she was the only doctor on the island and when she went missing everyone in town could've caught the worst disease on earth and died, and also the avalanche with Liz (which she didn't cause, but she was the reason why Liz went to try n save her n fell). The Journalist because the Bad Ending exists and they fell head first into a boulder.
And last, but not at all least, we have Elizabert Megafig with 14 to 15 possible deaths! As the Queen of Bugsnax, she could've lost her grip on the island for a moment and cause Everything Bad To Happen At Once. This one is ranged because it depends on whether or not Alegander's on the island at the time (he was shown to go back onto the island in that post credit dialogue scene)
if i got anything wrong here ramble about it in the notes cause again, memory. also this isn't about how "bad" a grump is either btw im just thinking about possibilities lmao
#once again Hashtag Liz Sweep#this is a long ass post oh my goddddd#bug game#you have to pretend that these muppets aren't tanks
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Black Dahlia - 19. Manifestation.
Summary: Signets have started manifesting amongst the first years in the Quadrant, leading to some interesting situations.
Garrick Tavis x OC (Dahlia Aetos)
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For once the training room is empty. Only Bodhi, Liz, Austin and I occupying the space. They’d announced that challenges were starting up again in the coming days, and yet the news seemed to have driven everyone away from the training area.
Honestly I didn’t blame them. It was freezing now that winter was in full swing. Even our flying time had been restricted, which honestly had confused me as I’d thought they’d want us to get as much experience as we could. But clearly they’d deemed us first years not experienced enough yet. There was also the fact signets were manifesting constantly. It felt like every day more cadets had signets they were trying out. I was still yet to get mine though. I couldn’t help but be a little jealous about that. Out of the people I could probably call my friends now, I was the only one left without one.
Bodhi was the first. We’d been at a training session and Xaden was telling off another first year for doing something stupid. We’d watched as shadows had creeped across the floor with his anger, but as soon as Bodhi had touched him they’d disappeared. And as soon as Bodhi had removed his hand they’d come back in full force. After testing it on a few more cadets, it had been deemed he could nullify signets. Definitely handy if you had a rider gone rogue or losing control of their signet.
Liz had been next. She could manipulate water, which I found fitting for her. She was always some calm, peaceful, caring and nurturing. I’d never once seen her even remotely angry. But something told me if she did it would mimic the waves crashing against a cliff. I’d often caught her making shapes and objects out of water. Occasionally forming water animals that would run around us as we walked around the quadrant. Her face always lighting up with excitement whenever she managed to do something new. I had no doubt she would master her signet easily with how much she was practicing.
Austin was next, and just like Liz she had control over an element. But hers was air. She’d wave a hand at Bodhi, trying to wave him off as he was annoying her, but instead she’d sent their books flying across the library table. We’d promptly run off when one of the books we’d borrowed had landed in the nearby fireplace. Clearly no one had found out as nothing had been said at formation in the last few days. Liz had been urging her to go to the scribes and let them know, but every time she’d gone one of the more stern ones had been stationed there and she wasn’t game to deal with that. I didn’t blame her. I’d seen them go off at someone from the infantry quadrant over a small tear in a page.
The others had faith mine would manifest soon with the increase of them appearing. At first it had been slow, only a few here and there. So everytime they said it I nodded and smiled, agreeing it wouldn’t be too far away. And something told me it was close. All day I’d felt…. Different. It was hard to describe. it was as if something had changed within me. But in terms of what I had no idea. And my dragon was no help when I’d asked him about it. Just said it will happen when it happens.
Tonight we’d opted for some hand to hand combat training, something I could tell Austin was nervous about as she stood in front of me. And it was easy to tell it was because of her newly found signet.
“You won’t hurt me.” I reassure her as best I can. “You have better control over it than you think.”
“Please, tell that to the book I destroyed and the state of my room.” She says sarcastically as I chuckle at her.
As well as the book mishap she’d managed to mess up her room multiple times. One time had been when Liz had barged in cause Austin had over slept. She’d startled Austin awake and had sent some of her stuff flying around the room along with Liz’s glasses. Bodhi and I had stood in the doorway dying of laughter while they both looked at each other stunned.
“And all those time you were caught off guard. Just focus on what we’re doing and you’ll be fine.”
She nods at me and drops into a fighting stance to prepare for our training. Bodhi and I had insisted her and Liz mix it up, especially with challenges close at hand. We’d all honestly gotten into a habit of pairing up with the same people since Threshing and I didn’t want any of us to get complacent. One wrong move on the mat could actually end up going badly in challenges. The only people we were safe from were our squad, and we wouldn’t be fighting them.
I can’t help but smile as Austin comes at me first, throwing punches at me with ease. She’d come a long way since we started at the Quadrant. Usually she’d wait for me to make the first move, but here she was jumping in trying to catch me off guard.
Bodhi would always go a bit easier on them, usually letting them land a few hits here and there. But I decided I needed to up the difficulty. Blocking Austin’s punches with ease. I could almost swear I saw her smirk a little, clearly noting I wasn’t going to go easy on her. She puts more force behind her throws, mixing in a few feints to try throw me off. And she does a few times. Landing a blow to my arm or ribs. There wasn’t much force behind them, but it was a start.
After a while I start to increase the difficulty a little more, wanting to see how she would react. I start to slowly distance myself, watching the confusion on her face as I move away. I watch her let her guard down ever so slightly and I take me opening as I charge at her. I hear a faint yell as get closer, grabbing on to her and flipping her onto her back on the mat.
“Bloody hell, where did that come from?” She asks breathlessly as she lays on the mat below me.
“Always expect the unexpected.” I tease back as I hold my hand out to her.
She just rolls her eyes and laughs as she reaches up to grab my hand. And shortly I’m eating my own words as she pulls me down to the mat next to her, both of us falling into a fit of laughter.
“Will you two stop joking around, some of us are trying to actually train.” Bodhi teases from where him and Liz stand trying not to laugh at us.
I go to respond as I push myself up off the ground, but instead of the graceful manoeuvre I’ve tried to execute, I end up flying across the room, slamming into the brick wall. I hear rushed footsteps approaching me as I push myself away from the wall into a crouch, my body protesting at the movement from the impact. I wince as I raise my hand to a particularly sore point on my head, and with the ringing in my ears I’ve got no doubt I’ve given myself concussion. Great.
“I’m so sorry!” Austin shrieks as she kneels next to me with a very blurry Liz. “Are you ok?”
I grunt in pain as I sit on the ground. “I’ve been better.” I admit to her, no point denying I was in pain, but I couldn’t let her know how bad it was.
“I’m so sorry. I don’t even know how I managed that.” Austin rambles as she looks down at her hands.
Bodhi clears his throat causing Austin to snap her attention to him. “I don’t think that was you Austin.”
She furrows her brow at him. “What do you mean? I’m the only one here with an air signet.”
Liz places a hand on my shoulder, and I relax into her touch as I feel a coolness wash over me. She must be using her signet to help ease my pain a little.
“I think it was Dahlia.” His eyes now focused on me as Austin looks at me.
“Great. And I practically give myself concussion by finding out my signet.” I grumble as I wave my hand to the side.
I hear Austin gasp and look over to see the hand I’d waved pointing right at a now very drenched Austin. She looks like someone’s dumped a bucket of water on her. I quickly look back and Liz and see both her hands still on my shoulder and arm. Liz was good with her signet, but she needed to use her hands to control it. Liz must make the same realisation I do as we both look wide eyed back at my hand that’s still pointed at a very confused Austin.
“Holy shit, you can use other people’s signets.” Liz gasps excitedly as she wraps her arms around me in an excited embrace.
I do my best to not wince, but my body and head were still screaming in pain from when I’d flung myself at the wall. She quickly recoils, concern written all over her face as she looks me over.
“As exciting as it is you have your signet, I think we need to get you to the healers.” Bodhi says as he crouches in front of me and holds his hand out to me.
I grasp his hand in mine and the cooling effect Id felt when Liz had placed her hand on my vanishes. Out of the three of them, Bodhi was the safest one for me to touch given his signet only nullified other signets. But as soon as I touched another rider with a signet that would be null and void.
“Yeah a healer sounds good right now.” I admit, smiling as best I can.
Before I can think Bodhi pulls me quickly up off the ground, placing his arm around me to take most of my weight as he leads me towards the door. Not giving me a chance to succumb to the pain I’m in. Which I’m secretly glad. He knows I’d never admit how much pain I’m in, so him taking to lead on getting me out of the and to help was greatly appreciated.
Just as we get to the door, it swings open revealing the familiar forms of Garrick and Xaden decked out in flight gear. It wasn’t uncommon for them to turn up and grab Bodhi from our sessions, especially if they went later.
The conversation they were having dies as they take in me leaning against Bodhi, his arm supporting me as leads us past them, not giving them a chance to ask what was wrong. But something tells me Bodhi gives them a look to not say anything as it was very unlike them to not ask what was up. Especially Xaden who was our Squad Leader.
As we make our way slowly across the Rotunda I can’t help but feel their eyes on me, and as we make it to the joining point of the Riders Quadrant to the rest of Basgiath, I can’t help but look over my shoulder and see singular large silhouette illuminated from the light of the training room watching us.
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