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rayroseu · 27 days

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I know I'm just reaching, but the sequence of Silver waking up in the Rabbit Race feels so much like the occuring ways he's woken up by Lilia 😭😭😭🙏🙏💖💕💞💕

⬆️⬆️⬆️ This is from the Rabbit Fest

⬇️⬇️⬇️ This is the parallel of it in Book 7

also

one thing I noticed, Silver and Knight of Dawn do have similarities with their magic other than their whole white void magic... ITS THAT THEY BOTH REQUIRE A FAE TO DEVOTE THEIR STRENGTH TO 😭😭🙏🙏✨💖💕💖💕

In Japanese, they basically said the same thing😭😭‼️‼️✨✨ especially the 我に力を！！😭😭(in silver's case the way he says his line is just more ""informal"" (俺に力を) than Dawn, he says "ore ni" unlike "ware ni")

Does this mean in Silver's heart,,, Lilia is Silver's guardian fairy??? 😭😭😭💞💞💞

GRAAGHHH I CANT WITH THEM SJSHDJAJD

I know thats like obvious already but "guardian fairies" for Knight of Dawn, was the origin of his power, every time he wields his sword he dedicates his strength to them, so every battle he endures feels like its for the fairies that gives him strength and in turn, he wants to protect them (and remember that Silver's dream is to be a knight capable of protecting Malleus and Lilia (the faes he loves!!!))

IM GONNA SOB... GUYS IT KINDA FEELS LIKE he loves his father so much, he thinks his strength came from his love to Lilia😭😭

So, the thing that makes Silver strong even against his sleepiness or sadness, is true love, JDJSJDJS regardless if its not Lilia, it could be Sebek, it could be the first years...

Its mostly Lilia OFCC but it can also be from friends and in the Rabbit Fest, the first years, who are his friends😭💖💖💖🙏✨ I'm sure Lilia would be proud AJDJWJS

ALSO now this just makes me think that MAYBE Silver's and Dawn's lineage, requires them "to love someone," or "be loved" in order to be strong???

If so, THAT COULD BE A PARALLEL to the fact that the Draconia lineage also needs lots of love in order to be born... so both Silver/Knight of Dawn and Malleus/Meleanor are people who were born and whose strength centers around love— kind of like they cant exist nor grow up without it 😭😭💞🙏✨✨

WE NEED MORE KNIGHT OF DAWN LOREEE I NEED TO CONFIRM THIS KNIGHT'S BACKSTORY PLEASEEEEEEE😭😭💥💥🙏🙏✨✨✨

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elsweetheart · 1 year

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what friends are for.

🎀 i hate this. words can’t describe how much i hate this. my worst work. it sounds rushed and corny and like a 14 year old on wattpad wrote it. but if i don’t post it it’s a waste of my time and efforts, so enjoy.

abby was your best friend.

you honestly didn’t really have anyone else. you went on patrols with her, you hung out with her 24/7, you had cried to her, laughed with her, everything. to be totally transparent, the lines had gotten a little blurred. flirting as a joke was one thing, but sometimes you weren’t quite sure if it was a joke. abby was overprotective, and when she’d touch you, it was hard to ignore the jolt of electricity that transmit through your veins. okay, if she wanted to fuck you and make you hers you’d totally let her. it was the end of the world, right? everyone just wanted companionship. however, you weren’t even too sure if she was into girls like that. you knew she had a thing with owen a long time ago— but she doesn’t really talk about it much, and she doesn’t seem to have had the best experience with him. the way she talked to you and treated you had lead you to believe that maybe she likes pussy. you guys didn’t talk about that kind of thing, all you knew is she’d been with a few people (because she often teased you for only having been with one person, much to your annoyance.)

you needed a distraction. it wasn’t too late, 11PM — and rain was hammering down on your window. you thought you might get an early nights sleep, but that idea was pretty much shot as soon as you started daydreaming. wouldn’t it be nice, to be able to curl up in someone’s warm strong arms on nights like this? to have them touch you all over, stick their hands up your top and feel your nipples get hard beneath their palms. to kiss your neck leaving a cold wet trail in their path. to slip their hand down your panties and rub your clit slowly, no rush, no race for you to cum, just touching sheerly for the purpose of pleasuring you. a hot wet mouth on your cunt, lapping you up, making you arch off the bed, that sounded good to you. infact, you hadn’t even realised your blanket was stuffed between your legs and you were grinding your damp pussy into it until you shook yourself out of it.

this is pathetic, right? you thought to yourself, sitting up. a distraction was what you were after, and you knew abby would be awake. sliding on a pair of thin sleep shorts, ignoring the wetness between your legs, you hurried out into the cold halls until you found yourself at abby’s door, knocking quietly.

“come in.” her commanding voice lead you to turn her door handle immediately. she was squat on the floor next to her gym bag, zipping it up wearing her muscle-tee and black cargos. her eyes softened when she saw you there, illuminated by the light outside like a halo around you. “hey.” she greet with a small smile, turning her attention back to the stiff zip on her bag.

“oh…where’you going?” you couldn’t help but sound a little whiney, hoping you could stay with her and talk until you got sleepy. she stood up slowly, wiping her hands on her thighs, eyes flickering over your form.

“i couldn’t sleep so i was gonna go work out. what’s wrong?” she walked towards you, brow creased in concern.

“oh. i couldn’t sleep and… i wanted to come and see you.” you shrugged. her concerned expression didn’t relent and she stepped even closer, placing her hand briefly on your cheek and then your forehead.

“why do you seem all flushed? you’re not sick, right?” she hummed. you pressed your thighs together, hating the way that even the touch of your incredibly attractive best friend was sending waves of arousal through you. you let out a shaky sigh and gently pulled her hand from your grasp.

“more like frustrated.” you mumbled, walking over to sit on her bed. you wasn’t even sure why you had said it out loud, you were pretty sure you weren’t supposed to— but you couldn’t take it back now. you tensed up, trying to think of a way to change the subject as she watched you, you didn’t want her to ask you what you meant. she closed the door, the room now only lit from the bright moonlight shining through her window— it was a wonder how she got any sleep at all, the moon creating similar amounts of light to a street lamp.

“frustrated how?” she came and perched on the bed beside you, braid tossed over her shoulder when she turned to look at you, eyes glancing to your thin shorts as you played with the hem nervously.

“i—ugh, i don’t really know why i said that.”

“why do you feel frustrated?” she rephrased her question, nudging her strong arm against yours slightly and ignoring your denial of your statement. you bit your lip, thinking for a moment before bringing your hands to your face, giggling into them.

“i think i… do you ever feel like… i just need to get laid, abby. so bad.” you laughed, avoiding eye contact as you downplayed it. you were two best friends talking right? no need to make it weird.

abby was nodding slowly as if she understood and you turned to look at her to see if she was laughing too. she wasn’t. her eyes raised from your thighs to look into your own eyes, serious in nature like she always was.

“and that’s why you’re here right?” she asked casually, like it was nothing. your smile dropped as you stared back at her wide eyed. did she really just suggest that?

“oh! i um, i don’t know i just came here because—well because i couldn’t sleep and i wanted to get my mind off things and—and—" you rambled, stopping to swallow thickly, feeling like you couldn’t breathe from the way she was staring at you. she exuded confidence, and something in her eyes was a little darker today making the burning between your thighs intensify.

“so you don’t want my help?” she asked, eyebrows raised a little as if unimpressed with your whole demure act. you said nothing, eyes drifting down to her mouth as you pictured all the things she could probably do with it. your teeth sunk down into your bottom lip, eyes wide and needy as you nodded. why lie? you wanted her.

“poor thing, go lay back on the bed.” she nodded towards her headboard and you blinked at her.

“i thought you were— i thought you were going to go work out.” you gaped. she scoffed with a chuckle as she stood up to adjust her cargos around her waist.

“fuck that, much rather be here. you know how long i’ve been waiting for this?”

you were in shock. how was she so casual about this? had you totally misunderstood your entire friendship? how long was she going to let this go on? how long was she going to pine after you knowing you needed her?

“you’ve wanted to… touch me?” you clarified. you were aware that you sounded pathetic and shy but it was impossible not to feel that way beside her.

“yeah, just wasn’t sure if you were down. you are down, right? don’t wanna make you do anything.” she froze in her tracks, looking you over.

your gaze centred in on your fingers where they nervously played with one another.

“think about you fucking me all the time.” you tremble. she smirks, bending down to eye level with you.

“lay back on the bed then, pretty girl. like i told you.” there was an edge to her voice, one that said ‘don’t let me catch you not listening to me again.’

you scurried back, piling her pillows on top of eachother so you were elevated and laying against it, knees pressed together. she came and sat before you, placing her hands on her knees and spreading them gently. you shivered, unable to believe how willing your best friend was in this. she stared between your legs, and you realised she was looking at the wet patch from your slick, soaked through the pyjama shorts.

she said nothing, just reached her fingers into your waistband and began tugging them off. you shyly went to close your legs again, but her hands grasping the back of your thighs held them apart, licking her lips.

“pretty, just like i thought you’d be.” she comments, watching the way you clench around nothing. “and you’re fucking soaked too. were you touching yourself before you came to see me?” she exasperated, thumbs sliding either side of your pussy, spreading your lips open as she admired you. you whimpered at the gesture, your legs relaxing and you spread them a little wider before clearing your throat— trying to bat away the fogginess slipping into your mind to converse with her.

“mmph— not— not quite.” you admit and she glances up at you, sliding her thumb oh so casually through your wetness collecting the slick.

“no? what were you doing?” she asks, pushing her thumb through your folds once more — just avoiding your clit each time making it throb, desperate for her touch.

“had—uhm— had my blanket between my legs, was rubbing against it.” you flush all over and she feels it, the heat almost radiating off you. she pouts almost in sympathy, not even bothering to make eye contact with you as she strokes your folds gently.

“cute.” she comments, playing with you just gently enough to tease you and not give you what you need.

“does that make me totally weird?” you sigh out, not sure how much longer you’re going to be able to keep up conversation when she’s toying with you like this as you arch your back off the bed— hinting to her that you wanted more.

“not at all. just need your pussy fucked, no shame in it beautiful.” she comments, low in her throat like she’s talking to herself and finally, finally she pushes her thumb up to rub your clit, massaging it in circles. you whine, relaxing your spine a little more as you grind your hips up slightly to meet her thumb. “that’s it. tell me what else you need.” she demands quietly and your eyes flutter open.

“want a kiss.” you shudder weakly before you can even stop yourself, like you were so desperate to have her all over you that your mouth was on autopilot.

“gladly.”

she leant over you, her torso pushing your thighs up to your chest and attached her mouth to yours without a second thought. she continued rubbing you, hand stuffed between your bodies letting you use her for your pleasure.

fast forward 20 minutes, abby had her hands beneath your ass lifting your hips off the bed all the way to your mouth as she ate you like you were her last meal. in the low light your slick was practically luminous, catching the light from your inner thighs, her mouth and chin, quietly groaning against you as she savoured the taste of you. you came hard again, on your third orgasm of the night and abby slowly set your hips down on the bed, letting you recover.

she rubbed your thighs affectionately with her hands, pressing sloppy kisses around your abused cunt and thighs as you twitched sensitively, panting and wiping your tears shakily.

“m’sorry abby. bein’ so greedy.” you hiccuped in reference to your insatiable needs, abby continuing to pleasure you until she was sure you were satisfied. she leant over you between your open legs, bringing her mouth to yours, kissing you slow and nasty. her tongue massaged the taste of your own cunt into your mouth making you whimper weakly.

“nothing to be sorry for, baby. pretty pussies should always cum. just need a little help, don’t you?”

abby was the best friend a girl could have.

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#ugh like the concept was so good and i fumbled it #next time ‼️#abby anderson smut #abby tlou2 smut #abby anderson prompt #abby anderson hcs

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