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sweaterkittensahoy · 6 months ago

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JackHarding all for me for Horny on Main Friday; of course there's smut!

One morning when Jack's out in the pre-dawn running his usual six miles, Harding's suddenly next to him, keeping up easily even though Jack's got a longer stride.

"Sir?" Jack says.

"Nah," Harding replies. "Not when we're jogging. Harding's fine."

"Are we going to do this often?"

"You mind some chit chat while you exercise? I like a little chit chat."

"Nothing about the missions," Jack says. "And no fucking singing."

Harding chuckles. "Egan?"

"Egan."

"Got a voice like a rusted trumpet."

It's Jack's turn to chuckle. "He knows it."

Harding groans. "That makes it worse. You can't sing that unabashedly and not care that you're bad."

"He lives a charmed life," Jack replies.

Harding hums in agreement, and they make it a quarter mile in silence. "Why the Air Army?" he asks.

"I like planes," Jack says. "Have since I was a kid. It sounded like a dream come true. You?"

"Most exciting thing you could do when I signed up. A lot to learn. A lot to know."

"Certainly that," Jack agrees.

They make it another quarter mile. Jack slows to stretch. "Halfway point," he says.

"I usually do seven," Harding says, and Jack likes how he says it. It's a fact, not a brag or a challenge.

"Do you box?" Jack asks as he leans down to touch his toes.

"Here and there." Harding replies. "I keep up with the sport more than I play in it." He puts his arms out to both sides and rotates them a few times. "Red says you were Golden Gloves your last year at college. That true?"

"You don't trust your intelligence officer?" Jack asks, unable to stop the joke.

Harding grins. "Sure. But he's not a boxer. He may have misheard."

"Well, he didn't," Jack says. He takes a moment for a full body stretch, then glances at Harding. "Ready, Si–" He just manages to stop himself from finishing the honorific.

"Well, you tried," Harding replies, looking amused. "And, yes, let's go."

Jack starts again, and Harding again keeps pace. Harding asks about Jack's family (parents alive; grandparents alive; two brothers, two sisters, he's the baby). Jack asks about Harding's career (he's been just about everywhere; flown just about everything; hates the politics in the upper brass too much to try for a higher title). They briefly compare favorite boxers, then favorite thing to do in London (Jack likes the bookstores; Harding prefers a heavy meal and a beer at the pubs). By the time they hit the end of Jack's run, Jack feels like this is something he could easily do whenever Harding wants to show up.

"Glad to hear it," Harding says when Jack says so. Jack's slowing to a walk, and Harding's still keeping pace. He pauses briefly when Jack squats to stretch his hamstrings. "See you tomorrow morning, then."

"Sure thing," Jack says instead of 'Yes, Sir.' He figures they're still technically exercising. "And feel free to call me Jack."

Harding grins. "If you're going to be that informal, make it Chick."

"We'll see," Jack says. He grins when Harding rolls his eyes and picks up the pace again.

It becomes routine very easily. Jack and Chick, side-by-side for six miles, and then six and a quarter, and then six and a half.

"The last half-mile all at once?" Chick asks the morning Jack tells him he'll finish with him. "You sure about that?"

"Oh, fuck you," Jack replies, and he likes the way it makes Chick laugh. "I won't apologize for making sure I don't pull something."

"No, I shouldn't joke. You're right. I'm honestly surprised my knees have held together this long after all the football I played."

"You okay?" Jack asks, all faux-concern. "Need to slow down and do some careful knee bends to check them?"

"Okay, okay, fuck you, too," Chick says.

They finish at seven miles. Jack can feel the extra half-mile trying to pull him into tired, but he stretches hard to try and clear his head.

"Get your gear," Chick says as he sets his feet wide and does a few cross-toe touches. "Come over to my hut. I've got my own shower."

"I'm okay with the barracks shower," Jack says. "I'm the only one in there this early."

Chick straightens and gives Jack a look that nearly knocks him back. It's frankly wanting and hot. Like Jack's the most handsome man Chick's ever seen. "We'll be the only ones in mine this early, too."

"Um," Jack says. "I don't–" He stretches his arms to do something. "Have you been flirting with me the entire time?"

Chick stares at him. "What? No. I've been working up to offering to split my shower."

Jack can't help but stare back. "Oh," he says. "I thought this was…jogging?" He feels the blush the moment he finishes the question. "Oh, fuck, ignore that."

Chick laughs like he did earlier, bright and easy. "No, don't think I will," he says. "But I find it charming, if that helps."

Jack shakes his head at himself. "I'll meet you at your hut," he says, making sure to give Chick a quick, hot once over. He's sweat through his PT shirt, dark chest hair showing through the cotton. There's sweat on his hairline, too, and when Jack meets his gaze, it's sharp and interested. "Give me five minutes."

"I'll get the water started," Chick replies. "Don't worry about a towel," he says as he walks by Jack. "We can share."

Jack shivers at the confidence in his voice. He has to fight not to turn and watch Chick walk away. He has absolutely been watching him jog off when he'd kept going on his run when Jack had tagged out at the various points. It's a good view, his thick thighs and meaty ass well-suited to their PT shorts. Jack wonders if Chick watches him, too. He'll have to ask.

He goes to his hut and gets a clean uniform, sliding it into a small rucksack so no one wonders why he's crossing to the Colonel's hut with new clothes. It's not far to Chick's hut, several yards behind his own to give a sense of privacy as afforded by his rank. The door is ajar, and Jack takes the invite, stepping inside and shutting it behind him. When he turns around, Chick's standing a few feet away, stripped down to just his PT shorts.

Jack drops the rucksack and walks straight to him, gets both hands on Chick's hairy stomach, then holds himself still. "Is this a one-off?" he asks.

Chick slides a hand under Jack's shirt, dragging his palm up Jack's back. "Only if it's bad, and I don't think it will be."

"What do you want?" Jack asks.

"To fuck your brains out," Chick says. "Fuck that smart mouth quiet. See the part of your thighs I can't see in these shorts, nice as they look on you."

Jack grins and slips two fingers behind Chick's waistband. He snaps it, and Chick chuckles, then gets his other hand under Jack's shirt and shoves it up until it's over his head and off.

"Fuck," Chick mutters, hand heavy and hot on Jack's pec. The other one cups Jack's ass, pressing them together at the groin. Chick's hard, and Jack's most of the way there. "You look as good I guessed, maybe better," he says.

"Same to you," Jack replies. He licks his lips when Chick meets his gaze again. He dips his head down in invitation and groans when Chick tilts his chin up and grabs the back of his head, kissing him firmly. His mustache drags against Jack's upper lip, and Jack presses into it, opens his mouth a little and hums in appreciation when Chick opens his in response. Their tongues slide together, and Jack swears he's never had a kiss this good. It's confident. Chick sucks his lower lip, and Jack's knees go weak. He grabs Chick's waist hard and manages to get his hands into Chick's shorts, pulling away from the kiss to yank them down Chick's legs.

He's wearing white briefs, and his dick is a heavy outline on the fabric. Jack drags his palm against it, and Chick grabs his wrist before he can do more.

"Come on, the shower's waiting," Chick says.

Jack uses his other hand to grab Chick's briefs and tug them down. Chick lets go of his wrist so he can use both hands. When his dick springs free, Jack ducks in quick, sucking the head.

"Shit," Chick grunts. He grabs Jack's chin, holding him in place as he takes a step back. His dick bobs free of Jack's mouth, and then Chick holds out a hand to help him to his feet. "Get naked," Chick says.

Jack shucks his shorts and briefs, toes off his shoes and pulls off his socks. Chick looks him over as he tugs Jack's hand and leads him to an alcove behind the bed. He backs Jack into the running shower, and Jack sighs as the tepid water hits his skin.

Chick's presses his open mouth to Jack's neck, then his shoulder. He licks a stripe along Jack's bicep, then presses Jack against the back wall as he lowers himself to his knees. He jerks Jack off loosely for a few strokes, then looks up at him. "Anything you don't like?"

Jack struggles for breath. Chick on his knees, water cascading down his face, shoulders broad and hand dragging slowly on his cock. "Not from you," he says.

"Smooth talker," Chick says, then he opens his mouth and takes Jack's cock in his mouth. He sucks once, softly, and presses his free hand wide against Jack's stomach.

Jack has to close his eyes and breathe slowly so he doesn't go off instantly. Chick's working his tongue over Jack's cock slit and still jerking him slowly. Jack drops a hand to fondle his balls, and Chick pushes is away, taking more of Jack's cock in his mouth as he lets go with his hand so he can roll Jack's balls himself.

Jack gasps, hands gripping Chick's shoulders. He thinks of the weeks of jogging together, talking and getting to know each other, of the looks he snuck because Chick is handsome in a way that makes Jack want.

And now he's getting.

He grunts and taps Chick's shoulders to warn him. He pulls off and looks up at Jack, dropping his hand from Jack's stomach to jerk him off while still playing with his balls.

Jack comes so hard his whole body jerks. He thumps his head on the shower wall but doesn't feel it. All he can feel is Chick's hand on his dick, and Chick's shoulders under his hands.

"Goddamn," Chick says as he stands up. He rinses Jack's come off his hand, then gathers Jack against him, fitting his dick into the spot where Jack's thigh meets his groin. "Mind if I–"

"Whatever you fucking want," Jack manages. He grabs Chick above the elbows, holds him tight as Chick rubs off on him. He kisses Chick's collarbone, then drops his head to suck his nipple.

"Oh!" Chick shouts, shivering. "Shit. No one's done that in awhile."

Jack sucks Chick's other nipple, grinning when Chick shivers again. He lifts his head so he can see Chick's eyes. His pupils are blown wide, but he's staring with absolute focus at Jack. Jack licks the corner of his mouth and watches Chick track the movement. "Want me to keep it up?" he asks.

Chick grunts and nods, pushing Jack against the wall as he ruts harder. Jack's happy to go pliant and slip down just a little, plant his feet on either side of the drain and nibble on Chick's nipples back and forth until Chick's fingers dig into his sides and there's hot spunk on Jack's stomach.

Jack manages to push himself upright so Chick has some of the spray to rinse himself off. He rubs his own hand on the spot where Chick has just come, working in circles until it doesn't feel sticky anymore.

Chick reaches past Jack and shows him a bar of soap. "I'll get your back," he says. "Hell, I'll do your front, too, if you want."

Jack considers that. He thinks about the last several weeks. "Be honest," he says, pushing his hair off his forehead. "Did you start jogging with me just to get your dick sucked?"

"No," Chick says. He holds up the soap with a pointed look, and Jack turns around, lets Chick pull him into position so his back is out of the direct spray. The soap is coarse on his back. The same Army-issue bar they all use. "I like to know who I'm working with," he says. "I would have found some way to connect with you sooner, but I wanted to give you space for the Air Exec shit."

"Appreciate that," Jack says. "I think I've finally accepted that I'm sticking with it."

"That's enough talk about that for now," Chick says as he drags the bar down Jack's spine and over his ass. "The point is, I saw you jogged, and that felt like a way to start talking just between us without a desk or a map between us."

Jack sighs when Chick wraps his arm around his front and soaps his chest while basically hugging him. "God, that's nice," he sighs.

"You've got friends," Chick says, voice soft in Jack's ear. "But it didn't seem like you had a sweetheart."

"I don't," Jack replies. "Or, I didn't," he says, reaching back to grab Chick's flank.

Chick's laugh rumbles through him. He slides his other arm around Jack and pulls him flush, drags the soap over his pubic hair and across the tops of his thighs. "Oh, I'll be your sweetheart if you want. Take you to dinner. Spin you on the dancefloor. Keep your drink filled and your hand tucked into my elbow."

Jack laughs, feeling giddy and light. "You're joking."

"Not one fucking bit." Chick rubs a hand over Jack's chest, getting rid of the soap. He turns him around, and his face is serious and sincere. "No one takes care of you, Jack. You know that? The boys try, but you don't let them."

"I'm Air Exec," Jack says. "I'm supposed to take care of them."

Chick snorts. "Sure, but I get the feeling you don't let people take care of you in general."

Jack shrugs and takes the soap from Chick's hand. He rolls it between his palms and works up a thick lather, then places the soap back on its little rack. He rubs his hands up and down Chick's chest, then down to his belly and around to his ass. "I'm the baby of the family. Always had more people watching out for me than I wanted. I've always kept my own counsel."

"You want to let me keep a little of it for awhile?" Chick asks. "I'd like to."

Jack steps to one side so there's more water to rinse Chick with. "Why me?" he asks.

"I'm a leg man," Chick says, grin sharp. He laughs when Jack splashes him with water, then grabs him at the waist, pulling him close again. "You're smart. You're competent. You make me laugh. And you look fucking good in those shorts."

Jack laughs and lets Chick pull him out of the shower. He watches Chick retrieve a towel and holds out a hand, but Chick tosses the towel over his head and roughly dries his hair for him before dragging the towel down his front and drying his chest and shoulders. He dries Jack's back as well, then wraps the towel at his hips and tucks it in so it doesn't fall off.

"Thought you said we were sharing," Jack says when Chick pulls out a second towel.

"Yeah, that was a line," Chick says as he dries his arms. "Sounded good enough to get you here, though."

"Oh, I was already coming over," Jack assures him. "You keep up with the hands-on shower, and I might not leave for awhile."

Chick grins and steps forward, presses their chests together and holds Jack's jaw softly in his palm. "Joke all you want, but I'd be fine with that."

"You move fast when you move," Jack says. "I like it."

Chick steals a kiss. "I'm a man of action," he says.

"All sorts of action," Jack replies, and he grins at the way Chick groans at the joke. He kisses Chick's cheek and steps away to go find his rucksack. They both need to be at headquarters sooner rather than later, but Jack feels certain if he invites himself over tonight, Chick won't say no. He won't be able to stay the night, not if someone needs to find him, but they'll jog together again tomorrow morning, and Jack figures the shower invite is wide open.

When he finds his rucksack and turns around, Chick's watching him with the same frank assessment as earlier, and yeah, Jack is certain that shower invite in a perpetual sort of thing.

#jackharding #jack kidd #chick harding #get together #this is rom com level situation to get them fucking #they deserve it #masters of the air #smut

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umbralsound-xiv · 19 days ago

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Innocent Mistakes.

Hunched into a ball, the rain pelts down onto the coat of a curled up Seeker, one leg outstretched as he rested his head on the knee of the other. A staff settled on the rock nearby, ears wilted as he barely moved save for uneasy shudders as he bit back sobs. Not even seeking shelter from the torrent of rain, he seems far too defeated to contend it.

[Q'kura] It never gets any better, does it? Even when i try to find some kind of... Peace, something always ruins it. The rain, my knee, or that bastard that broke it in the first place. Everything feels like a punishment, but then... After everything... Don't i deserve it?

With the dangers associated visiting the eastern parts of Thanalan, Neoma had made sure to gear up for any potential threats, even if she hoped she could avoid any confrontations. She made sure to stay clear of the area where Grym's compound was located, keeping close to the road that lead back to the Shroud. Thankfully what she was looking for was not difficult to find as the desert marigold flowers were so vibrant against the sand. While bending down to pluck some, she noticed the shape of someone sitting by the water. It caused her to be somewhat wary, but at the same time curious. She decided to carefully approach, getting concerned that perhaps the person was wounded. "Hello? Are you alright?"

Q'kura Tia pulls his head up with a gasp, blinking back tears, which he quickly raises his arm to wipe away from beneath his glasses; Though his sleeve is just as sodden from the rain as the rest of him. "H-hello? Yes. Yes, i'm fine, i'm…" He squints, trying to make out the woman who called to him. His face is red. He doesn't look fine, ears pinned flat against his head.

The way the man was acting along with the unsteady way he was speaking only made Neoma further concerned. She started to carefully make her way down the cliffs that had gotten quite slippery because of the rain. "Don't be alarmed, I'm coming down. I'm a healer, I just want to make sure you're okay."

[Q'kura] ---What? I... I didn't expect company out here, on a sun with miserable weather like this. What... Is she planning to do?

Q'kura Tia blinks as the woman approaches, shuffling back a few ilms to take his staff in hand. "N-no! I'm fine, i'm just… It's just…" His lower lip trembles, but he swallows back the expression. "A… Healer?"

Neoma Eltanin continued to carefully slide down the cliff, giving him a soft smile to try and further ease him. "Yes, I am. I was collecting desert marigolds when I saw you, and got worried." Finally she reached the rock he was sitting on and she carefully got down on her knees next to him. "You're completely soaked… Have you been sitting here a long time?"

Q'kura Tia: "I---I…" Q'kura wrinkles his nose beneath his glasses, nudging them upwards as his eyes well again. "I came to read, to get away for a little and it… It just started raining--- And i can't walk fast because of my -stupid- knee, and the cold makes it worse, and i'm just… I can't fix it…" The more Q'kura babbles, the more it's evident he's only just hanging in from breaking down completely. "I came to read, and then the blasted rain came and soaked my book, and now i can't even do -that-!"

Neoma Eltanin gave the man a worried look, clearly he was distressed. "Hey, hey…" she softly tried to soothe him and scooted a little closer. "I'll help you, okay? Is your knee wounded? I could have a look at it."

Q'kura Tia: "Unless you're a better healer than me, i… I don't think there's anything you can do. It… Was damaged badly." He lightly lifts the cane. "…I tried. This isn't just for decoration. Or walking…" He huffs, quietly.

[Q'kura] It's nice of her, it really is, but it's not often i meet a healer who can surpass my talents, least of all out here in the wilderness. Still... What harm could trying do? ...At least she's kind. I don't think she's up to anything suspicious...

Neoma Eltanin glanced at the cane, then the leg that seemed to be the one with the injured knee. "… I take it you have already examined it. Is it an old injury?"

Q'kura Tia: "…Less than a moon, but… Yes. Suppose i should be lucky i can still walk…" Q'kura utters bitterly, though he frowns. "It still hurts, yet no amount of aether seems to soothe it. Like a constant, niggling ache…"

Neoma Eltanin studied his expression before her gaze fell to his leg again. "… May I have a look? Perhaps if I knew the extents of your injury I could do something to help… Is it alright if I feel it just with my hand?"

Q'kura Tia clutches the staff a little tighter. "…Why do you want to help me?" He asks, more than a little guarded. "I don't have anything to give you."

Neoma Eltanin: "You don't have to give me anything," Neoma said with a warm smile. "I'm not a healer because I want to gain. I want to give. And right now, you look like you are in more need than me… So may I help you?"

Q'kura Tia gives a small, almost defeated sigh from his nose, looking away. "Just… Be careful. It really does hurt. I… Repaired what i could…" He swallows, anxiously. "…What was left."

Neoma Eltanin nodded. "I'll be careful. I'm going to feel around your knee with my hand, it probably will cause pain and discomfort. I'll try make it quick." She then reached out her hand and gently placed it upon his knee, getting a feel of the injury through the cloth by moving her hand up and down and carefully squeezing now and then. "… Missing bone fragments…" she mumbled, mostly to herself.

Q'kura Tia hisses in pain, wincing, but he doesn't pull away nor ask her to stop. Still, although she's able to feel the extent of the injury, she's also likely to feel the extent of the repair, too; Clearly talented, though unable to repair that which no longer existed. "…It was broken bad enough that bone left skin. I had to concentrate on stopping the bleeding, first…"

Neoma Eltanin: "Gods… I understand why you have been unable to repair it." She lifted her hand and rested it back in her own lap. "It is an extremely severe injury, but I can tell you did what you could to fix it. It would probably require surgery to lessen the pain and improve your walk quite a bit…" She lifted her hand to pinch her chin as she considered her own words. "… Ah, forgive me, I have yet to introduce myself. My name is Neoma Eltanin. What should I call you?"

Q'kura Tia: "Just call me Q'kura." He answers, brow furrowing. "Well, it's not exactly like i can simply cut open my knee and start poking about in there with a scalpel! Or, well, i could, but…" A grimace takes his expression, wincing at even the thought of it.

Neoma Eltanin: "Ah- no no, not here..!" she stressed. "Do you… have someplace to go? Somewhere you know you can get help? I could get you there if you like."

[Q'kura] No one would help me, there. I'd be a waste of resources, even with my position. I can walk. That's all that matters to them. And no one would risk pissing off Vairg even further by mending my injury...

Q'kura Tia: "Oh yes, because performing surgery in damp clothes in the middle of the desert is a -wonderful- idea…" He trails, rolling his eyes. Though, a small pang of guilt rises in the back of his throat. "I… Sorry. I've just had… It's been a really, really bad sun…" He dips his head in apology, shaking his head. "…Hah, no. No… No one that wants to help me, there. I… I'll be fine. I walked here, didn't i?" He adds, in a touch of optimism that falls a little flat.

The comment only made Neoma more worried, evident by the way she was looking at him with compassionate eyes. "I see…" She got quiet for a moment, glancing again at his knee as she pondered her thoughts. "… Then, would you like to come with me? I have access to an infirmary I work in. I understand that you probably do not trust me as we just met… But right now you look like you are in need of someone, Q'kura. We have exchanged names, at the very least."

Q'kura Tia: "With… You?" Q'kura asks, a little unsure, and almost bewildered. "Are you -certain-? You have a whole infirmary? What, all to yourself? I… I couldn't--- I mean…" At the comment of him needing someone, his ears lower, admission writ plain on his face. "It.. It… Would be nice to have somewhere quiet, f-for a change…"

[Q'kura] It sounds like a joke. Like a trap. When is anything ever this good, for me? ...Though, i can't imagine it could get much worse. Sure. Why not?

Neoma Eltanin smiled reassuringly at him and nodded. "I am part of a staff of healers, but I tend to be one of the more frequent users of the infirmary for patients. It is located within the Shroud, near Gridania. Have you ever been to Gridania?" She looked over her shoulder at the wet cliffs leading to the ground above them. "We can get there by walking along the path through the Shrouds, but it might be too hard on your leg… Are you familiar with teleportation magicks? I could get us there quick."

Q'kura Tia: "…I can teleport, yes. And i've frequented Gridania before. What kind of healer would i be without some passing familiarity with the Conjurer's guild? ---Though i'm more talented with arcanima, it's… Hard, to try to walk and focus on a grimoire. At least with a staff, i can defend myself if i have to…"

Neoma Eltanin: "Ah, of course," Neoma said with a soft laugh. "Well then, it should be easy. Take my hand, I'll get us to where we need to go." She held out her hand for him to take, waiting patiently for him to feel ready.

Q'kura Tia: "…Okay." Q'kura replies, taking her hand, and his staff in the other, ready to brace himself when he inevitably appeared on the other end.

Neoma Eltanin smiled at him when he took her hand before closing her eyes, conjuring a teleportation spell that soon saw them swooped up into the stream of aether until they arrived in front of the Merciful Bough.

[Q'kura] There's something to be said for Shroud air. It's always so much more refreshing that the dusty dry hear of Thanalan. It feels less... Hostile.

Q'kura Tia firmly finds his feet as he reappears through the aether, Neoma's hand in one, and his staff firmly stuck into the floor with the other. "…This is… Quite the house. You say you're all healers…?"

Neoma Eltanin: "Ah no, there are many different positions here. Fighters, healers, retainers, and so on. I've been here for quite some time and it is like home to me now. You'll be safe here, don't worry. Come." She tugged his hand a little to urge him to follow, letting him decide when he felt comfortable enough to let go.

Q'kura Tia follows along comfortably enough, though he has a pronounced limp, staff aiding in keeping him aloft. "…Quite the eclectic group of people. I wager you've seen quite some injuries in your time here, hm?"

Neoma Eltanin opened the door to let herself and Q'kura in, greeting Naino who stood by the door as usual. "Quite some, yes. Both while employed here and when I was a traveling adventurer. The infirmary is this way, not much further now."

Q'kura Tia widens his eyes in awe at the surroundings, slowing a little as he walked through the lobby. To the fish tank, and the insignia beneath the waterfall, he has to blink back the adjustment in his eyes for how bright it is. "It… All looks very official. What do your people do, here…?"

[Q'kura] It's so... Nice. Clean and comfortable. ...Things like this only make me regret my decisions, more.

Neoma Eltanin stopped in her steps to allow Q'kura to adjust to the environment. She smiled gently at him as she observed his reaction. "We're mercenaries, taking on jobs for hire that requires capable people within different fields of expertise. It looks like this was not what you were expecting to see?"

Q'kura Tia: "Well… No, actually. It's… Different, than what i'm used to. I wouldn't expect a hall of mercenaries to be so clean, but suppose looks can be deceiving."

Neoma Eltanin laughs, a light and warm laugh that fits her smile. "If we do not keep it clean Naino will reprimand us all." She smiled to Naino over his shoulder, waving a little to apologize for the joke. "Do you feel ready to continue to the infirmary?"

Q'kura Tia: "Yes, of course. I'm curious to your facilities, if this is just the lobby…"

Neoma Eltanin lead the way through the wooden corridors until they reached the infirmary, opening the door for them both to enter. "And this is the infirmary, where I work most often." She turned around to see how Q'kura was doing, quietly watching him and letting him take in the new environment.

Q'kura Tia: "It's so… Cosy." He looks around, taking a few steps to familiarize himself. "…And clean. And well organised, and… So… Quiet." He turns his head over his shoulder, giving a faint hint of a smile. "That's a good thing, by the way."

[Q'kura] Anything is better than the din of Eanwin yelling at everyone over stupid, trivial things. I'm surprised we don't have more treatments for hearing loss.

Neoma Eltanin smiled, genuinely pleased to hear his satisfaction. "I'm glad you like it. Let's get you out of that wet coat, now. We have spare clothes to use if you want to change."

Q'kura Tia unbuckles and unbuttons his coat, sliding his arms out of the sleeves with a sigh. "…No, this… This is fine. Far better for being a little drier, hah…" He already looks a little more relaxed, though hair sticks to his cheeks from the earlier downpour. "…This is… This is very kind of you. Neoma, was it?" He finally offers her a more genuine smile. "…Thank you."

Neoma Eltanin takes the coat and smiles at him before hanging it to dry. "No need to thank me, Q'kura. I'm happy that you trusted me enough to follow me here. I was genuinely worried seeing you sitting there in the rain all by yourself…" She gestured to the empty beds. "We don't have any patients here at the moment, so please choose whichever bed looks most comfortable. I'll prepare you some soothing potions to help you relax and for the pain to dull."

Q'kura Tia: "You have already done so much for me, you don't need to---" He winces a little as the cold still bit into his knee from his sodden clothes, but they'd dry out with time. He limps to the nearest bed, to at least take the weight from his feet. "It's nice to have the company of a fellow healer. Are there many of you, here?"

[Q'kura] Healers. Actual healers, who know their job and respect others of their standing. Maybe... Maybe i could... ...No. You made your choice. You can't leave.

Q'kura wincing was enough of a sign for Neoma to get to work preparing the potions. "There's a few of us, not as many as would be needed to keep up with the injuries sustained on missions… But everyone here is very good at what they do. My colleagues are some of the most talented healers I have ever seen." She walked over to Q'kura with two bottles of potions, handing them to him. "I'm always happy to meet other healers. Are you an adventurer or are you employed somewhere as well?"

Q'kura Tia: "Hah, there's never enough of us, true enough. Forever in short supply… And high demand." He brightens at the potions, taking both and opening the cork on one and downing the contents with little complaint. "I'm employed, yes. I work in the trade industry. Adventuring sounds exciting but… A little dangerous?"

Neoma Eltanin took the empty vials, glad Q'kura didn't object to drinking them like so many of her other patients were wont to do. "It is dangerous… and exciting." She smiled. "I quite like traveling and helping where it is needed, I still do from time to time. Trading industry, you say? I can imagine you must be quite busy." Neoma glanced at his leg for a moment. "I'll let you settle in a bit before we take a look at your leg. Are you hungry? I could get you something from the kitchen."

Q'kura Tia: "Yes, yes. Quite busy. Tiresome, too, but--- Adventuring sounds much more fun than the dreary bells that fill my suns." He looks around the room in some small appraisal, exhaling slowly as he found some semblance of peace - Head whipped almost too quickly in Neoma's direction at the mention of food. "---I…" Even he can't protest, head sinking a little in his shoulders. "…Yes please."

[Q'kura] How could i have refused...? I was hungry, and who knows what time i might be getting back to the compound...?

Neoma Eltanin laughed softly and nodded. "Alright, I'll get you something filling. Try to rest in the meantime and warm up, okay? I can assure you the blankets are very soft." Giving him a final kind smile she soon headed out of the infirmary towards the kitchen, hoping that Auro'usk had made something that would be a suitable meal for Q'kura.

Neoma Eltanin smiles at you.

S'vexrha Tchuma quietly pushes the door open, peering around the corner of the door with a small squint before slipping inside. Her gaze trails to the medical supplies before she heads in that direction, glimpsing someone in the corner of her eye as she moves, briefly glancing over to register who before she continues, her words leaving her automatically. "Hi Q'kura." Her steps lead her up to one of the cabinets, before her mind completely registers who she just saw, and she slowly turns to stare in Q'kura's direction.

Q'kura Tia twitches an ear at the sound of the door. He'd expected Neoma to return, and thought to offer a smile in gratitude; She'd been kind of him, of course, and the offer of food was something he wouldn't soon turn away. Though, as another familiar Seeker wanders in, Q'kura's eyes widen, leaning back in almost abject horror. He doesn't say anything, just a strangled squeak leaves his throat. If he were a more mobile man, he'd have surely tried to run. "….V… -Vex-?"

[Q'kura] Wh... What? Vex? Why is she... Oh... No. No no no...

S'vexrha Tchuma 's lips thin into a line, eyes fluttering in a rapid blinking motion a couple of times. "…What the fuck are you doing here?"

Q'kura Tia: "I--- U-uh… I'm…" Q'kura stammers. He makes some attempt to stand, heart beginning to race, panic on his features as he departs the bed. "I'm--- I was just---" He clears his throat, eyes narrowing an ilm. "What are -you- doing here, hm?!"

[Q'kura] I--- I have to go! I have to leave! Wherever Vex is, Sayuri and Bexy aren't usually far behind, and if they see me--- If they--- What is Vex doing here?!

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. I -live- here." Vex pouts, her own eyes narrowing as she takes a few steps closer to Q'kura, eyes darting along him. "..Why are you wet?"

Q'kura Tia: "You---" That little thread of knowledge sees him step back, away from her, somewhat fearful as his ears folk back. "No… No no." Stepping back towards the bed in an effort to retrieve his staff, he stumbles. sending him backwards into the floor with a thud. "---You can't--- I--- I have to go---!"

[Q'kura] She LIVES here?! Oh Gods, what have i gotten myself into? I only meant to come here, to accept this woman's kindness, not to--- not to find them! They're going to think it was on purpose, that i'm trying to track them down, but it's not! It's a mistake!

You cringe with pain before S'vexrha Tchuma.

S'vexrha Tchuma's ears pin back as Q'kura falls, her steps quickly bringing her up to him - arm stretched out to offer a hand. ".. Fuck, easy.-- Uh.. n-.. no. I.. can't let you, you realise that, yeah..?"

It was right then that Neoma entered the infirmary, carrying a tray with a plate of food and a drink. She blinked surprised as she had not expected to see Vex in the infirmary today. "Oh, Vex! It's good to see you. Is everything well?" Her eyes shifted over to Q'kura, still the same friendly look on her face as always though she did look a bit confused. "Are you alright, Q'kura? Goodness, did you fall out of the bed?" She went to set the tray by the bed where he could easily reach it.

Q'kura Tia hisses and buckles with pain, clutching his wounded knee as he's almost doubled over with pain. The offered hand he doesn't take, but not out of any want to not be helped. Already far, far past breaking point, it's simply the icing on the cake with the words that leave Vex. "Vex, -please-! I… I have to! She'll kill me! You know she will!" Tears already fill his gaze, lip trembling as Neoma pulls into view. "I--I--- I have to go! I'm sorry, but--- I can't stay!" He babbles out, trying to reach for the bed, though he'd not the strength to pull himself up.

[Q'kura] She knows Vex, she knows the others... Vex... She's not lying, and i'm in incredible danger if they find me here--- She has to let me go! They'll kill me if she doesn't!

S'vexrha Tchuma's ear turns upon hearing Neoma's voice, peering over her shoulder to blink at her. "… Hi--.." Her eyes dart back to Q'kura, head shaking slightly. ".. She won't. You still got your part to fulfil, yeah?" Her ears flatten at the sight of Q'kura's tears, and despite her previous words, she still aims to help; moving to hook her arms underneath his in an attempt to help lift him up to at least get onto the bed. "--Can't go. I'm sorry."

The apparent distress in Q'kura's voice immediately got Neoma on high alert, quickly moving around Vex to get on her knees by his side and try to calm him, perplexed by the fear in his expression. "Q'kura, what is the matter? What happened?" She looked between him and Vex, trying to understand what was going on. "Do you two know each other..?"

Q'kura Tia: "S-she's---! We used to---!" Half sentences given in favour of a proper explanation, he winces in pain as he's lifted to sit again on the bed by Vex. Teary eyed and ears pinned to the back of his head, he sounds like he's about to hyperventilate. "---I can't-- I can't----!" He half sobs, terror lacing his tone, hands hiding his face in grief.

[Q'kura] I'm going to die. They're going to kill me here. Someone's going to tell them, and they're going to come and kill me. Nothing ever goes right for me! All i wanted was... Was something nice...

S'vexrha Tchuma's lips thin into a line, gaze trailing over to Neoma, brows furrowing at her question. Peering back to Q'kura, she realises his hair covers the mark she knows is present, a deep breath being exhaled through his nose. ".. Yeah. He's.. one of Grym's."

Neoma Eltanin turned to stare in shock at Vex when she confirmed his identity. So focused had Neoma been to help him that she had not noticed the mark. "…" Her eyes fell upon Q'kura again, watching with worried eyes as she could see he was near a panic attack. Pursing her lips, she decided to try and comfort him still. She got on the bed by his side and gently put an arm around his shoulders. "Q'kura, breathe… Inhale, and… Exhale… And again…" She spoke softly to try and soothe him.

At that, Q'kura simply bursts into tears. It's not a quiet, mournful sort of weeping, but the full bodied, distraught shudder that was barely controllable. He leans into the arm around his shoulder, sobbing into his hands. Only after he's had a good long moment of crying, does he heed her advice, slowing his breathing.

S'vexrha Tchuma raises a hand to the back of her neck, awkwardly rubbing at it as she shifts her weight from one leg to the other.

Neoma Eltanin kept demonstrating for Q'kura how he should breathe, taking slow and deep breaths as she continued rubbing his shoulder for comfort. As she studied his face a little closer she could indeed see the same red mark that branded Vex's cheek… The red mark she had been told to look out for. But right now what she saw first of all was a terrified man crying for help. "Q'kura… I think I understand where you are from. But that doesn't matter right now. You are my patient, first of all."

Q'kura Tia: "Y-you… You know? You know where i'm from, and… And what i was… A-am… A part of…?" He blinks, teary eyed behind his glasses. "A-and you s-still… W-want to…" It sets him off crying all over again, though he recovers much more quickly, this time. Ears pinned back, he looks to Vex, swallowing a lump in his throat. "Vex, -please-. Y-you have to let me go, i… I swear i won't tell anyone… I… I didn't know. I didn't know…"

S'vexrha Tchuma arches a brow at Neoma's words, lips thinning a little further before her gaze trails back to Q'kura. ".. Q'kura, you blabber your head off when you get stressed, whether or not you want to.. Right person stress you out back at the Compound? Sayuri's fucked."

Neoma Eltanin: "No one is going to hurt you, Q'kura. I give you my word on that. I know them, I will talk to them." The arm remained around Q'kura to help him relax as she turned to Vex. "I'm… sorry that I seem to have been causing a bit of a mess. I understand you must feel quite shocked, Vex…"

Q'kura Tia: "Neoma… Neoma promise me. Promise me you won't let them hurt me…" He looks to her, big sad eyes blinking back tears. He doesn't move from her embrace, though turns his attention to Vex. "…S-so you're saying i can't leave…?" Another pause, before horror takes his expression again. "---No! Please don't let them put me back in there! I--- I don't want to go in the dark again! Vex!" His voice trembled, hands clutching the mattress. "I--- I'm scared of the dark… I… I c-can't do that…"

Q'kura Tia: "N-not again. -Please…-."

[Q'kura] N-not in the cell, please not in there! It was so dark, and i could barely move... I thought i was never going to leave, that i was going to die in there, and now... Now they want me to go back?! No! Please, Neoma. Please don't let them hurt me, please...

S'vexrha Tchuma: "… I wouldn't be so quick on that promise." She glances over to Neoma. ".. Q'kura here is.. -kinda- the reason for Eir and Sayuri's captivity.. And something I've learned about Sayuri.. she holds grudges." She shoves her hands into her pockets, idly rocking back and forth on her heels. "… You still got your part to do. That's.. probably the one thing that'll keep her from killing you.. Probably. As for what Bexy will do.. I.. can't tell."

Neoma Eltanin had a very determined look on her face as she responded to Vex. "I am not saying I am absolving Q'kura of whatever crimes he may have committed. But right now, he is my patient, and under my care. I won't see any harm being done upon him." Her gaze lingered a bit on Vex before she turned to Q'kura. "I said that you have my word, Q'kura. You still do. I promise that no one here will hurt you."

Q'kura Tia: "I -know-!" Q'kura half yells at Vex. "I fucked up, and i know… I know that i did something… Horrible…" His skin prickles even at the idea of those two icy Miqo'te being in the same room as him. "I… I'm trying, Vex. I… I -want- to, but i… I don't know how…" He glances to Neoma, tension seeming to ease a little. "Do… Do you know them…?"

S'vexrha Tchuma: "--Patient?" Vex raises her brow at Neoma, only to peer back at Q'kura. "-- Hey, don't yell at -me-. I don't want to murder you." Her ears pin back a touch.

Neoma Eltanin: "I know them. You mean Bexy and Sayuri, right? I am good friends with them, I can talk to them." To Vex's question, she nodded. "He has a knee injury that is pretty bad… I was hoping I could do something about it here."

Q'kura Tia: "…Sorry." His ears fold back a little, the word a little quieter, intended for Vex. The reassurance that at least two people here don't want him dead seems to settle him, somewhat. "…I… I hope they'll listen to you. Just… Please. Don't… Don't put me in that room again…" He whispers. The mention of his knee makes him fall silent for a moment, hand reaching subconsciously to his staff for comfort.

S'vexrha Tchuma's ears droop, a glimpse of concern falling over her features as she peers down towards Q'kura's knee. ".. What happened?" Her gaze lifts, lips curling into a faint smile. ".. Hey, you can't help the others locked in there.. I'm sure it'll be fine.."

Neoma Eltanin: "You can stay here in the infirmary, don't worry." The genuine fear Q'kura displayed hinted at severe trauma, causing Neoma to frown in concern. She knew how ruthless Bexy could be to those not on her good side. As Vex asked about the knee, she remained silent, wanting to hear the answer as well.

Q'kura Tia: "…Vairg. Vairg happened." Q'kura almost whispers; as though the man himself was lingering close enough to hear. "I… I was told to look for a small group of ours who'd gone missing, not so long ago. We… We found them, alright. Your handiwork, i believe." He inclines his head, peering over his glasses. "…And Bexy's. Cahvi'ra's wounds were so bad, not even -i- was able to save him. Vairg told me to look, and i… I didn't want to be the bearer of bad news, so i told someone else to do it-- And… He came for me. He… He punished me for not telling him, myself. He…" Those tears well anew, averting his gaze as his ears flattened to his head. "…He broke my leg. Not… Like he usually does. He… Crushed it. Th-there wasn't anything left to put back together, but… I… I tried…"

[Q'kura] I've healed enough of that bastard's broken bones on other people that i aught to know what they look like. But no, he made a... Special effort, with me, to ensure i'd never be able to fix it even with my considerable talents...

S'vexrha Tchuma offers a small frown at the name, the sigh that follows is certainly not a surprised one. ".. Yeah, well. Cahvi'ra shouldn't have planted an arrow in Sayuri. Kinda pissed Bexy off." She huffs. ".. Did hear him mention Saran, which.. is a name I haven't heard in a while." She pauses as Q'kura keeps speaking, ears flattening a little further. ".. Fuck. I-.. I'm sorry.. Gods, that bastard fucking sucks.."

Neoma Eltanin recognized the name 'Vairg'. She had seen it mentioned in the records regarding the compound. Worried eyes studied Q'kura's face, then his knee. "This… 'Vairg' is quite dangerous, right Vex? I recognize the name."

Q'kura Tia: "He's… He's only getting worse, Vex. Ever since they made him left hand… He's killed people. -Our- people!" Q'kura pats his chest, clutching the fabric. Brows furrowed, he looks to Neoma, then. "…Whatever you've heard of him, it's… It's worse."

S'vexrha Tchuma glanced to Neoma, offering a nod to confirm her question before peering back to Q'kura. ".. Has he-.." Her voice trails, seeming a touch uncertain with how to word her question, shuffling on the spot as she pins back her ears. ".. Has he hurt any of the distrusted..?"

Neoma Eltanin remained quiet for now, listening to what Vex and Q'kura had to tell. Any information about the threats of the compound was valuable.

Q'kura Tia: "…He… No. They know to stay out of his way, which is more than i can say for some of the others. But… No. They… Haven't been hurt by -him-, at least…" Q'kura's gaze flees away, swallowing a small lump in his throat.

S'vexrha Tchuma's eyes narrow, the smallest flicker of a flame curls along her jaw. ".. But someone has been hurt, judging by your answer.."

Neoma Eltanin looked at Vex with concern, noticing the anxious flame. "… You had friends in the compound, right Vex?"

Q'kura Tia lowers his ears somehow further at Neoma's words, allowing a long, uncomfortable silence to hang. "…Matoyan." Q'kura manages, glancing up to Vex. "…He… He was blamed for your escape. They think he did it. He's--- He's okay. I…" He swallows the pang of anxiety, once again. "…I made sure."

[Q'kura] He's never been unkind to me, but we've not exactly been on good terms, either. I'm one of the trusted, after all, and he's practically the opposite. I think the only reason he tolerates me is because i'm nice to D'khoreh. He's a sweet little idiot who's too nice for his own good. It's hard not to be nice to D'khoreh. Unless you're Vairg, or one of the other parade of assholes i work for...

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. Didn't call or treat 'em like it, but.." She grimaces faintly, and offered a small nod. Q'kura's words make Vex's ears fall flat atop her head, hands balling up into fists as little embers spark around them. "… Matoyan had nothing to do with it.."

Neoma Eltanin looked at Vex's fists in silence. "… Q'kura…" She lifted her gaze to look at him. "You.. will probably have to remain here in the infirmary until we have sorted things out, but… I take it that afterwards you will be going back to the compound? To… where you are stationed."

Q'kura Tia: "He didn't cave, but… There was never any proof. But---" Q'kura's eyes narrow over his glasses. "…If not him, then who? One of the others? It would make sense, for him to take the blame for it, knowing him…" Trailing, he looks to Neoma, giving a small, though uneasy nod. "I… Have to. They will hunt me down if i don't return, and… Trust me even less than they probably do. If i'm here too long, i won't be able to get back in…"

S'vexrha Tchuma holds a long silence, the only word that leaves her being to reveal something likely unthinkable to anyone within the compound's ranks. "…. Ketenblaet."

Neoma Eltanin nodded, opening her mouth to say something but soon shut it again as Vex mentioned a name. She looked between them, remaining silent to again listen for information that could be valuable.

Q'kura Tia: "…What…?" Q'kura breathes. His expression is incredulous, but it's clear that he has no reason to disbelieve her. "---Ket is--- He's…" Scrunching his nose, he shakes his head. "Why…?"

[Q'kura] What the fuck...? No. There's no way it was him. What motive does he have? Why? He's not one of the hands only because he doesn't want to be, but he's Grym's best friend!

S'vexrha Tchuma: "… All he told me was that he was sick of shit." Vex rolled a shoulder into a shrug. ".. Also, when Sayuri and Eir were escaping, and Ketenblaet said he hadn't seen 'em over the pearl? Outright lie. He was watching us."

Neoma Eltanin kept listening, only speaking when the silence told her she would not disturb. "Then there are more trying to get people out…" She pinched her chin in thought. "… This is an opportunity. Maybe he could help."

The realisation seems to settle heavily on his shoulders, judging by the way his face had still retained the furrowed look. Glancing to Neoma, he seems to shrink away at the idea. "---There's no proof he's trying to get people out, but… I can't just walk up to him and ask! What if you're wrong? What if it was just you and Sayuri?" He asks Vex, ears lowering. "…We all know the chaos caused by the both of you, i had to see to plenty of the aftermath myself! What if… He just wanted the two of you gone…?"

".. I don't know. Ain't exactly a secret that Ket and Grym has known eachother since they were kids, so.. Him betraying Grym is a weird fucking thought, but he did." There's a small pause, Vex's gaze darts between Neoma and Q'kura. ".. I'd say have someone else ask for you, but… You said you had no luck talking to the distrusted yet, yeah?"

Neoma too kept looking between Q'kura and Vex. "I… take it he is not approachable? Is there someone else there that you know wants to get out of there that could talk to him? The more on the inside that can get involved with this, the better the odds of organizing escapes."

"Approachable? He's -Grym's best friend-! You don't becomes friends with someone like that by being a nice person. I can't talk to him!" Q'kura huffs, though gives a small frown, shaking his head. "…I… No. I've tried. A little. I… Don't even know where to start, Vex. Who's to say if i said something, they wouldn't turn me in? They don't trust me. They don't like me, either…"

"Not.. the most approachable, no.." Vex grimaces, then arches a brow at Q'kura. "Turn you in? You're mistaking 'em for folks who are there by choice. If anything, they might think you're trying to get 'em into shit. And.. you can't exactly blame 'em for distrusting you.." She folds her arms before her chest, furrowing her brow in thought. ".. D'khoreh is most likely to trust you, but because he's a sweet little idiot by nature.. his word won't hold much sway.." She mumbles, speaking her thought process aloud.

Neoma kept pinching her chin in thought. While all this information was indeed valuable, there was little she could offer in terms of suggestions due to her lack of knowledge of the inside works of the compound. She sighed, letting her hand fall to her lap along with the arm that had been wrapped around Q'kura's shoulders. "Either way… With Q'kura here and.. not as a prisoner…" She paused to glance a little worried at Q'kura before she continued. "Maybe it would be more feasible to come up with a plan, together. You both know what it is like to be there. Rank determines your privileges, right?"

"D'khoreh is… The one i had considered. But we both know he'll run right to his sister as soon as he's able! What if she says something? Does something? Thinks i'm going to hurt him? I know they don't trust me and i… I can't blame them. But where am i supposed to start…?" The stress begins to lace his tone again, as though some reminder of his predicament seemed to settle more strongly in his thoughts. "…It does, yes. Being a Trusted and a healer gives me considerable access to things that others otherwise wouldn't have. But you… Can't keep me here forever." He swallows the anxious lump in his throat once again. "…You'll let me stay in this room, until i can… Go, though…?"

[Q'kura] The thought of staying in the infirmary is a lot nicer than in that dark cell. At least here it's... Familiar, in it's practise. Maybe they'll let me help! At least the people are nice...? ...Oh, Q'kura, what have you gotten yourself into now? Bexy and Sayuri will find out soon, and then what? Neoma, i hope you know what you're doing...

"Hey, as much as I am down to just sit and talk this through.. I don't really know what our icy friends think." Vex grimaces yet again, brows furrowing. ".. Yeah, D'nhehli would be on your ass real fucking quick." She idly taps her foot in thought. " .. What about Matoyan..? If.. he's reachable.."

To Q'kura's question, Neoma nodded. "Yes, of course. You're not imprisoned, Q'kura. You're here because I brought you here." To Vex's words, Neoma's lips thinned at the truth they held. "… At least Mist should be made aware of this. We… need a plan for what to do now that we are in this seat."

"…I could try. But he won't trust me…" Q'kura glances away, looking somewhat mournfully to Neoma. "You promise they won't hurt me…?" He asks, more than a little anxious. "…Who's Mist?"

".. I mean. I -am- going to tell Bexy.." Vex stated, at least she's honest. She peers at Q'kura, pausing for a moment. "… If Matoyan can still leave the Compound, I could talk to him.."

"I promise, Q'kura. I'm not going to lie, knowing them they will most likely be angry to hear that you know where this place is. It is a threat, after all. But the blame is on me, not you. I won't let them hurt you, I'll stay by your side." She lifted a hand to rest on his shoulder for a moment as extra comfort. "Mist is responsible for the Merciful Bough, everyone employed here and the details regarding missions. She is one of our leaders." The hand dropped back in her lap and she turned to look at Vex. "Vex, I take it you are going to contact Bexy right away?"

"He… He'll talk to you. I can tell him--- When i go back. They -will- let me go back, yes…?" Neoma's comfort seems to settle him, though he still held tightly to the staff on the bed. His ears fold at the impending thought of icy Miqo'te, but he doesn't make an outward comment, instead nodding quietly to Neoma's description, and committing things to memory.

Vex shoots a stare of some amount of disbelief at Neoma, lips thinning into a line at the information the Raen happily gives. "… Feeling like I should've done so earlier, now." She raises a hand towards her ear, but waits for a little moment, in case either Neoma or Q'kura has something to say before the call is made.

Neoma glanced at Q'kura for a second before turning to Vex, nodding that she could go ahead and make the call.

Q'kura practically sinks in his seat, eyes honed in on the floor. Panic begins to bubble up in the pit of his throat again, but he swallows it away with a waver, making some muted attempt to stay calm.

Vex exhales a small sigh through her nose before committing to press her finger down against the linkpearl nestled in her ear. "… Uhh.. Bexy? I… need you to come to the infirmary.." She pauses. "… Preferably ten minutes ago."

Neoma watches Vex as she makes the call, glancing a little concerned at Q'kura. She exhaled through her nose, turning her head to watch the door and waiting for it to slam open. She'd be ready to physically get in-between if she had to.

The pearl rings at the other end, and it's only a few short moments before she deigns to answer. "…Vex?" She pauses, before the words sink in. "---What happened? Is everyone alright?" Already, the sound of boots on wood, and the sound of a door closed behind her in haste.

[Bexy] ...Did something happen? Someone's hurt? If they need me, it means it wasn't just a simple injury... That there's something to it. ...I'm on my way.

Still, Q'kura keeps his quiet. Every breath threatens to hitch in his throat, hunched into his shoulders as he glances anxiously between Vex, Neoma, and the door that the others would surely soon arrive through…

Vex's lips thin into a line, casting a glance towards Q'kura before she answers. ".. Q'kura's here."

When Vex confirmed the reason for calling Bexy to the infirmary, Neoma lifted a hand to again place on Q'kura's shoulder. "You'll be okay, Q'kura. She won't hurt you."

[Q'kura] ...What if Neoma's wrong? What if they'll simply decide i'm too big a risk and kill me anyway?

"What?" Bexy's voice is equal parts disbelief and fear, quickly smoothed over by some icy sense of calm. "---I'm on my way." A pause, then, before she asks. "…Have you told Sayuri?"

"…How.. How do you know?" Q'kura asks Neoma, clearly worried. "…How well do you know her…? Do… Do you know what she's capable of…?"

"… Nope." Vex utters the word with a pop. ".. Just you."

"I know Bexy. I know very well what she is capable of. But she is also one of my dearest friends. She would never want me to get hurt, and I won't let her hurt you." She managed a soft smile towards Q'kura before her attention returned to the door, understanding that Bexy was on her way.

"…Then i'm bringing her too. She deserves to know. I'll be there soon." Bexy's pearl cuts off to Vex, before she shuffles in a small pouch for another. Activating it, the first thing heard through is a sigh. "…Sayuri? Apologies for disturbing you, but it… It's important."

[Bexy] Sayuri deserves to know. She's going to be so angry, and she has every right to be. Why is Q'kura at the company house? How the hells did he find us? Is he trying to get himself killed? I thought he was supposed to be smart!

"…I… I don't know much about her. She kept it that way on purpose, i think. When she… When she…" Q'kura breathes, but every exhale seems to shudder, as though the chill she'd brought was already here. "I… I know she's protective of her friends. I… I think if anyone in the compound knows anything about her, it's… It's that. That, and she's relentless…"

".. Alright." That one piece of information, Vex keeps to herself, her hand lowering back down as she glanced towards Neoma and Q'kura. ".. I mean. You did fuck with the woman she considers her sister.-- And by that I mean the Compound as a whole, not.. you, specifically."

A brief silence lingers before Sayuri seemingly manages to reach her linkpearl. "Bexy..? What's going on..?"

Neoma could only agree with what Vex said and nodded. "To those she loves, Bexy is kind and endearing… And fiercely protective." Her gaze fell to look at her hands in her lap. "… Grym made himself a formidable enemy by targeting the Merciful Bough. I am well aware that Bexy is responsible for many deaths among your ranks."

Bexy pulls her painted lips into a line. "…Q'kura's in our infirmary. In the company house." The quiet that hangs is an anxious one, but she continues. "I don't know how he found us, or why he's there. But i'm going, and i intend to find out."

Q'kura's ears may as well be stuck to the back of his head, chest tight, hand gripped on the staff so tightly as he slowly began to freeze up. "---But i did, Vex. With Eir, and with everything i did, and… And…" He stares fearfully, between the two of them. "---Grym only wanted X'---" He shakes his head, brow knit. "---Sayuri. He only wanted her back, not the company-- I don't think he even knows they exist, except for maybe Bexy… I… Try to stay out of his way…"

Vex slowly raised a hand up to settle a finger across her lips in a silent 'hush' motion as Q'kura very nearly speaks Sayuri's birthname, even if he managed to halt and correct himself beforehand. ".. And it's gonna stay that way. Right, Q'kura? Grym can't know. -Can't-."

There's a long, almost uncomfortable silence on Sayuri's end as she processes what she has been told, the hint of a snarl taking to the next words that leave her. "..I'm on my way."

Neoma's gaze was still lowered, frowning just a bit in concern. "… If Grym found out about this place it would lead to more people getting harmed. Or worse." She sighed, lifting her head to glance at the door. "Maybe I should contact Mist soon as well. She would want to know about the current situation, as there is a link to the Merciful Bough now. Even if unintentional."

"I'll see you there." Bexy replies on her pearl, before slipping through the aether. She'd be there, before long.

"--I won't tell him anything, i promise! I swear! I… I didn't even know you were here, this was just… It… It was an accident. I didn't mean to come here, didn't mean to find you…" Q'kura stammers, staring at the door again.

[Q'kura] I don't want to tell Gyrm anything. I'll just pretend i never came here, i... I don't want them to kill me... I... I just want someone to trust me...!

".. I believe you. I just hope they will, too." Vex furrows her brows, glancing towards the door before peering back at Q'kura.

"None of this is your fault, Q'kura. If someone is to bear the blame, it is me. I brought you here, and I still do not regret bringing you here." She paused, studying Q'kura's expression. "… You really needed someone, didn't you? Not just for your leg."

"I-i…" Q'kura's voice breaks at Neoma's words, immediately crumbling into a sob. All he can do is nod as an answer to her question, diverting his gaze to the floor as he wept.

[Q'kura] I just... I just wanted someone to treat me like a person, just for a little! To be listened to, not discarded or written in the footnotes of history as someone who didn't matter, i just... I want someone to just... ... Just someone to... Care. Even just for a little bit...

Though only a few more moments pass, until the dreaded footfalls sound. A purposeful, heeled march across the floor brings Bexy to the door of the infirmary, pushing her way in with some urgency, and holding the door open behind her for someone to follow. Nodding to Vex as a greeting, she smiles faintly to Neoma, before her eyes narrow in on Q'kura…

Vex's ears droop at both Neoma's words and Q'kura's reaction to them. A small sigh heaves from her nose, clearly feeling sympathetic towards him. An ear turns at the sound of the door opening, prompting her to turn to face Bexy as she enters, lips thinned into a line.

Sayuri is not far behind her, with her features drawn into a scowl, and ice lacing her fingertips. Her eyes swiftly seek out Q'kura, narrowing as her steps sped up a little further, clearly intending to get closer to him - and quickly.

Neoma meets Bexy's eyes and gets up, ready to speak to her before she had mind to scare Q'kura even further. However her eyes widened in surprise seeing Sayuri approaching. "Sayuri..? Ah- wait!" She quickly gets in front of Q'kura, one hand held in front of herself as a signal to try and halt Sayuri before she tried hurting him. "Don't hurt him, it is not his fault he is here!"

Q'kura's ears are pinned flat, staring to Bexy as she entered. That fear only turns into horror as Sayuri slips out from behind Bexy, claws brandished - His eyes wide as a cry of terror leaves him, now a sobbing mess behind Neoma as he began to beg. "IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I---I DIDN'T MEAN TO--- I DIDN'T---!" He clutches onto Neoma's shoulders so tightly that she can feel him shaking, eyes squeezed shut and head dipped away to hide.

[Q'kura] NO, NO! I KNEW BEXY WAS GOING TO COME HERE, BUT SHE--- SAYURI! I SWEAR I DIDN'T KNOW! I DIDN'T KNOW!

Bexy had no intention of moving any closer; looking remarkably calm, if not a little worried. As Sayuri moves towards Q'kura, she reaches for a forearm, hoping to hold her back, or at least make her think. "---Not until we know why he's here." She states, aiming to catch Sayuri's eyes.

[Bexy] ...I want to know why he's here, first. No use killing him if there's something we can learn, first. But he's terrified. He either knows damn well he's made a mistake by coming here, or there's something else at play.

Even Vex places herself between, serving as another annoyance to get through should Sayuri decide she's feeling particularly murderous this sun. "-- Easy. We still need him, remember? The folks inside?" She presses, trying to remind her.

Sayuri is brought to a halt as Bexy grasps her forearm, a hostile snarl passing her lips. "It's bad enough that he's even here in the first place!" Her mismatched glare moves from Q'kura, to Neoma, further to Vex, and then settles on Bexy.

Neoma did not move from where she stood, determined to keep herself between Q'kura and the others. "I'm the reason he's here. If you want someone to be angry at, it is me." There was no hesitation as she spoke, looking at both Sayuri and Bexy without avoiding their eyes. "I met him in Thanalan. He needed help, so I brought him here to treat him."

[Bexy] What the fuck, Neoma!? After everything i did to keep him from here, everything i did to... To protect all of you, and you just... ....Agh! I swear, your kind heart is going to get you and others killed, one sun!

"You -brought him here-?" Bexy adds, eyes widening as they darted to Neoma. "--Why? Needed help? You couldn't have just done it in the field?" She looks to the cowering Q'kura, and even she can't stop her aether from bringing a chill to the room; though compared to the likely severity of Sayuri's, it's hardly able to be felt. "--After all i did to keep him from us? Did you know, Neoma?" Her tone is scolding, but she makes no move to draw closer, instead trying to pull Sayuri back, meeting her gaze with some quiet levelheadedness.

Q'kura holds his quiet, and doesn't open his eyes. He decides the smart thing to do is hold his breath and stay hidden, sobs pushing their way out of his lips every so often.

Vex remains silent, staying right where she is.

Sayuri's eyes dart to Neoma, then - offering a look of disbelief and betrayal. The ice on her fingertips expand further along her hands and begin to crawl up her forearms, her chill definitely increasing in severity. "..Are you -trying- to have me found?" While Sayuri certainly knows the true answer, it seems her mind has removed the ability for her to reach a rational conclusion as her emotions are running high, and were before she had even entered the room.

Neoma let out a quiet breath. It was clear just how upset Bexy and Sayuri were, but she did her best to remain calm and collected. "I did not know he was one of Grym's men. I did not notice the mark on his face because of the rain, and I was careless. I'm sorry." She glanced a little over her shoulder at Q'kura who was still trembling behind her. "He did not know who I was and willingly followed after I convinced him he needed his leg examined. It is severely damaged and has not healed properly."

Bexy takes a breath in kind, allowing her to slowly measure the situation. "…You found him. You didn't know who he was, didn't see the mark. You brought him back here… He's hurt?" Bexy narrows her gaze a little at Q'kura, then. "You're a healer. Why take her aid, when you're capable enough on your own?" She asks, and does not let go of Sayuri's arm for a moment.

"I--- I tried! I tried, and i… I can't…" Q'kura is almost hysterical from fear, and won't so much as look Bexy or Sayuri in the eyes. "---I--- I never meant to--- I-it was an accident! I swear, i won't tell anyone! I won't!" Some small pang of desperation sees him glance up, tear stricken, to Sayuri, "---I don't want them to take you back! You have to believe me! You have to! Vex--- Vex, you know i'm telling the truth! Please!"

[Bexy] The thing is, i believe him. I do. I've watched him enough to know his tells, and though i can't deny his intelligence, he's not reserved enough to hide his emotions from me. He's terrified we're going to kill him. I don't think he meant to end up here, but... Gods damn it, putting an arrow through his head would be so much easier, if it wouldn't condemn so many of the people still inside to death.

"… Vairg broke his leg." Vex speaks up, and glances to Neoma. "-- His knee, right?" She then peers to Q'kura as he speaks her name, ears flattening a touch. ".. I believe him. Like.. The way he reacted when he saw me, it was clear he had no fucking clue we were here."

Vairg's name being uttered certainly does not make Sayuri any calmer, the mere mentioning of it causing her ice to sprawl up to her biceps, fangs gritting in a snarl. Despite the murderous glare she returns to Q'kura, her anger seems to have been just a touch redirected.

Neoma nodded to Vex before her attention returned to Sayuri and Bexy, anxious to make sure Sayuri especially did not get her hands on Q'kura. "… When he realized where he was, he got terrified. He does not mean us any harm, and only came here because I brought him with me." She paused to sigh. "… I'm sorry, Bexy. Sayuri. I understand the severity. But he does not deserve to be hurt because of this."

Bexy gives a steady nod to Vex, but her brow knits to Neoma as she spoke. "I never mentioned laying a finger on him. If anything, that makes it a lot more difficult for him to achieve what we want. But i believe you. At least you, Neoma, and Vex. Q'kura didn't mean to find us, here." She releases Sayuri's arm, trusting her enough to at least not lunge for him again. Though, her expression doesn't soften so much, giving a sharp sigh, stress clearly working it's way into the knit of her brow. "---Neoma. Do you… Realise, the danger you've put us in…?"

"I… I didn't know… I didn't know…" Q'kura sobs, withdrawing onto the bed. "I… I j-just--- She she was nice to me. J-just for a little, i wanted to… W-wanted to…" Tears pour down his cheeks, finally looking upwards. "F-for once, i… I didn't mean to cause problems…"

Vex quietly watches Sayuri as Bexy lets go of her, seemingly intending to remain vigilant, just in case.

Sayuri surprisingly enough stays at Bexy's side, even when she's released. Her gaze peels off of Q'kura to instead lock on Neoma. ".. I will remember you're sorry when he opens his fucking mouth and I end up in a cell, again." She snarled. "Why not just tell me that Grym deserves to live too?"

[Q'kura] They aren't going to let me go, are they? They're going to kill me... Oh Gods, they're going to kill me!

This time Neoma's gaze fell, lifting her hand to rub her other arm as guilt gripped its hold of her. "… I know. I know apologizing isn't solving anything." She pursed her lips, remaining quiet for a short moment before looking at Sayuri. "And I understand if you hate me because of this, Sayuri. But I cannot undo what has been done." Her eyes lingered on Sayuri before she turned to look at Q'kura. "… Judging by what I can see however, he too has become a victim of the cruelty of that place. Was it not so that we would help those who are trapped there?"

"We won't let him take you. Not again." Bexy's words are half snapped, though not directed quite at anyone, more in response to Sayuri. "---He lives if he manages to free the Distrusted. We kill him now, they have less of a chance of getting out." Her icy gaze moves to Q'kura again, giving a sigh that sounded more pitiful, and somewhat resentful. "I never wanted you to find this place. You couldn't give them knowledge you didn't have, Q'kura. I know how prone you are to babbling under pressure…" Her tail swats, wavering. "…I learned that myself."

"I w-won't… I won't tell them, i…" His voice fades, trembling as he hid behind Neoma. His thoughts wandered along the same path as Bexy's; it wasn't difficult to figure out what she was thinking. "I didn't mean to… I didn't… But i…" He sobs, hanging his head. "Y-you're… Not going to let me go. A-are you…?" Gripping the bed, he shudders with grief. "J-just… M-make it quick…?"

".. They've avoided him, but we got an idea for how to make 'em talk with him." Vex voices. ".. Yeah, he babbles, but as long as there's no suspicion about him, it should be fine. They got no reason to stress him out enough to get to that topic."

Sayuri in turn offers no words, simply stood with her hands balled into fists and teeth locked in a tight grit.

The anger in Sayuri's eyes felt like daggers in Neoma's heart. She struggled meeting her glare and carefully swallowed before she dared to speak. "It will be more dangerous to not let Q'kura return. They might grow suspicious if he is gone for too long." Eyes shifted to Bexy as she continued talking. "Mist should be made aware. I can contact her right away."

Bexy flicks her gaze from Q'kura to Vex, then to Neoma, remaining quiet for a long moment. "…Suppose you're right. Both of you. Though helping him wasn't part of the bargain, i know you want to get those on the inside free. As for Mist…" It's almost a grimace given, as Bexy sighs. "If you must. It's not exactly a private matter now, considering."

Q'kura shifts his attention from Bexy to Sayuri, then. Tear-stained spectacles perched on his nose, and he seemed to be… Waiting, for something, though dare not make a mention of what.

".. It wasn't, but with the distrusted avoiding him, unlikely to trust him or trusting him and having your sister refusing that trust…" How very specific, Vex. "… I'd rather help him reach 'em, to make sure something can be started. Besides.." A small frown settles on Vex's features, ears flattening. "..Someone I care about, a lot, was accused of getting me out. He's been hurt."

Sayuri's gaze drifts away, lingering somewhere that isn't on any person - the anger and hurt in her eyes not subsiding one bit.

Neoma glanced to Sayuri before she nodded to Bexy, lifting her hand to press on the linkpearl hanging from her horn. "… Mist, are you available? Could you come to the infirmary? No one is badly wounded, but… it is rather urgent. We have a… situation at hand."

[Mist] ...Well, this isn't exactly the afternoon i had in mind. What now?

"A… Situation?" The response is almost immediate-quick from Mist's end, followed by a long, laboured sigh. "Right. One moment." No sooner does the pearl cut short, does the sound of a distant door in the hallway close…

"…I'm not opposed to it. But my opinion and feelings aren't the only ones that matter." Though she'd responded to Vex, her gaze had narrowed, settling on Neoma with such scathing words. Though the look doesn't linger, glancing to Sayuri with concern.

Q'kura manages to speak, though his words waver in fear. "…I want to help. N-not just… For me. I know how it feels. I know what i did, what i've done, and i… I just want to help. I promise…"

Vex offers a small nod in response to Bexy's words, gaze trailing to Sayuri.

Sayuri kept quiet a little longer, only for her mismatched glare to find its way back to Q'kura. "You know how it feels?" She half-scoffs, half-snarls. "What you have had was a bloody kindness in comparison."

The directed words from Bexy's lips did not go unnoticed to Neoma, and she did not meet Bexy's eyes. The hand that had been lifted to press on the linkpearl fell back to her side, while her other hand was busy tugging anxiously at the fabric of her sleeve. "… Mist is on her way."

It didn't take long for her to arrive, pushing her way into the infirmary, tucking her glasses into the top pocket of her shirt. She glances between Bexy and Sayuri, rounding them to eventually find Vex and Neoma, and behind them, peering around… A face she'd never seen before. She lofts a brow, and heaves a sigh. "Explain."

[Mist] Oh, for fucks sake. I know that mark. In the company house? Really? ...I knew something like this would happen eventually.

"He's one of them, Mist." Bexy replies, as even toned as she's able. "…Our situation is compromised. They know where we are. Whether you want it to be or not, this is a company matter, now." Though it was something she'd asked her for, this clearly wasn't the terms she'd wanted it on.

Q'kura keeps his quiet, now looking upwards towards Mist. He's still hiding behind Neoma, unsure of the new arrival to the room…

Vex peers towards Mist, lips thinning a touch before she offers a gesture Q'kura's way. ".. This is Q'kura. He is, uh.. A high ranked healer from the Compound.."

Sayuri glances at Mist as she enters, only to look away from everyone once more, staring at some far-off corner in the infirmary instead. The scowl remains, along with the shimmering mixture of anger and betrayal in her eyes.

One of Neoma's hands lifts to hold her other lower arm, looking troubled. "Hi, Mist. Sorry for calling you here so sudden." She sighed, pausing to glance at Q'kura for a second before she continued. "I brought him here to look at an injury in his knee. I… I'm sorry. I did not realize he was one of Grym's men." She anxiously glanced at the others present in the room before her focus returned to Mist, tensing the grip of her arm just a bit. "The fault lies entirely with me, not with him. He had no knowledge of who I was or where I was taking him."

"---A high ranked healer from the compound, and the man responsible for kidnapping Eir, and in turn, Sayuri. The man i hunted down and imprisoned in my home for several moons." Bexy clarifies, not wanting for anything to be missed.

[Q'kura] Please... Please don't remind me...

Mist looks flatly to Bexy, then to the others in the room, settling on Neoma. "Our cover is compromised. You understand if he leaves and tells them, they could storm our home and kill the lot of us, yes? Camp outside. Take whoever they please?" It's delivered almost matter-of-factly, but without any real anger. "…If they were stupid, anyway. They might win, but not without heavy losses. The Twin Adders wouldn't simply sit by and watch, and they aren't in his pocket like the Flames. Neoma, what you did was… Well intentioned, but incredibly foolish. You have to know this, yes?"

As Bexy reveals the more scathing information, Q'kura shrinks away, terrified of looking into Sayuri's icy, murderous glare that was no doubt going to be seen in his nightmares again. "I'm sorry, i'm sorry…" He utters like a mantra, starting to rock anxiously on the edge of the bed.

Vex gives a small nod as Bexy clarifies further, then opts to keep her silence, glancing over to Sayuri.

Not a single word leaves Sayuri, who has seemingly decided to withdraw emotionally. The expression she had held fizzles into a certain blank canvas and she merely stares to the side. The ice yet clings to her, and gives no suggestion that it may fade anytime soon.

"… I know. I'm sorry." Neoma dipped her head slightly. "Had I known he was a member of Grym's, I would not have taken him here. But… I did take him here, and I cannot change that." Glancing at Q'kura over her shoulder, Neoma lifted her gaze to face Mist. "But as it looks now, he is also under severe threat at the compound. The knee injury was caused by Vairg, who from what I have heard is one of Grym's most dangerous men."

"So i've been informed." Mist responds, looking over the Q'kura, and heaving a sigh, rubbing her temples. "…Right. This is… This could be better, but we can use this. If you're willing to co-operate with us." She regards Q'kura directly, then. "…Now Vex is free, we don't know much of anything that goes on in those walls. How much information do you think you can pull from there and bring to us?" She asks, before her expression darkens a little. "---You're smart, so i've been told. You even think of betraying us and i won't hesitate to let Sayuri do to you exactly what she wants to. Are we clear?"

[Mist] I really hate using people as threats, but i meant it. I'm not fond of killing people unless i really, really have to, but even i'm not so naive to think that's not an occasional necessity. Besides. It's nice to threaten someone with someone other than Bexy, for a change.

"I… I can try!" Q'kura nods, emphatically. "---I swear, i won't go back on my word, i promise--- I… I promise. Mist, yes? You tell me what you want to know, and… I'll bring everything i can!"

Bexy gives a similarly long sigh out of her nose, and instead moves to stand by Sayuri. She reaches over, to gently touch her arm, in attempt to offer some support.

[Bexy] Twelve, she's pissed. I can feel it in the air, and i can't blame her one bit. I'm sorry, Sayuri. But i'll keep my promise. They won't take you again. And if they somehow manage, i'll tear them to pieces to bring you back.

Vex passes a glance to Neoma, lips thinning a touch. "… I mean. Vairg almost killed Eir. And what, he's Grym's new left hand, right?" Her gaze trails to Q'kura, brows furrowing. "… Two fingers less than he was, but he still fucking sucks."

Sayuri only briefly peers in Mist's direction at her words, trailing it over to Bexy instead as she touches her arm. She keeps her quiet, ears glued down flatly atop her skull.

Neoma looked over to Bexy and Sayuri for a moment before looking at Q'kura, keeping silent at first before speaking. "Q'kura, do you… want to get out of the compound? If you could leave your position and everything else behind… Would you?"

"---O-of course i would. I would have already, had i not known i'd be hunted, which…" He steadies himself a little, coming to the conclusion he was most likely going to live to see the end of the sun. "…I wager i have a sun or two, before they start getting suspicious. I… Don't want them to look for me, but i… I swear, i'll find out anything you want to know. Vex, i'll… I'll try to talk to Matoyan. He's allowed out, but… Not for long. I…" He fights back tears, to some degree of success, looking to Bexy and Sayuri. "…I know you don't forgive me. But… Please. Please let me help."

[Q'kura] I... I just... I just want to be better... Please. Please let me try...

Bexy simply glances to Sayuri. This isn't for her to speak on, seeming at least put at ease by Mist's course of action.

"…Then until you leave, you're to be confined to this room. Fed and watered upon request. Neoma, you brought him, he's your burden until he leaves." Mist states, matter-of-factly. "But i will be here to speak with you further when i've compiled a list of things i want to know."

".. Well, you do kinda work directly under one of the shittier fuckers present, I wouldn't wanna stay either." Vex huffs. ".. Sun or two, maybe a little longer if they settle for pearl calls as check-ins, unless that changed since I left." Her attention settles a little more fully on Q'kura. ".. If you can't talk to him, figure out where he'll be and tell me, yeah? I'll find him."

Sayuri doesn't offer a single sound or look in Q'kura's direction, simply keeping her silence.

To Mist's orders, Neoma nods. "Of course, I brought him here as a patient first of all. I'll look after him." She turned to look at Vex, a hint of concern in her expression. "… Matoyan is a friend of yours, right? Maybe we can get him away from there, too."

"Eanwin is awful…" Q'kura mutters, ears lowered. "…They will, but i wager they'll get more suspicious with me, considering… My last… Disappearance." He tries to at least not glance to Bexy when speaking those words. "…I… Can. Does that mean i… Can… Return here with the information or…" He hesitates, a little. "…Will you… Find me, instead?"

"…You come here, and you'll come here alone. I'll ask the Karahli to watch wider bits of the Shroud, and some of us will be on rotation keeping watch in the Lavender Beds proper." A disparaged sigh is given from Mist, as she paces the room a little. "…This is such a mess. Neoma. This won't happen again. Yes?"

Vex looks over to Neoma, ears flattening a touch before she sinks her head into a small nod. ".. Matoyan fought to keep me out of trouble. Didn't work much, but.. He always looked out for me, ever since he first learned of my arrival. He, uh… won't leave. Not before the others."

Neoma studied Vex a bit, concern still evident in her eyes, before her attention is swiftly brought back to Mist. She dips her head, rubbing her wrist as she pressed her lips together and nodded. "Understood."

"Good." Mist replies firmly, turning away to heave a sigh. "Has anyone got anything more to add? Anything else they'd like to bring up about this whole…" She gestures vaguely at Q'kura. "…Situation…?"

Bexy remains silent, and shakes her head. Brow knit, she looks to the floor.

Q'kura simply shakes his head. "…I will tell you everything you want to know…" He murmurs, ears flattening on his head.

Vex shakes her head, nothing to add.

Sayuri seems intent to hold her silence.

Neoma looked at everyone present in the room. The air felt tense, no one looking the other in the eye and keeping silent. It was unsettling, to say the least. A heavy weight nestled itself in her chest and she quietly sighed, before turning to Mist with a shake of her head. "… No, I think all the information has been shared."

"Right. Wonderful. Back to… Whatever you were doing before this mess happened. Neoma, he's under your watch, pearl me if i'm needed. I'll be back soon enough to speak with you." The emphasized word was directed at Q'kura, as she moved to the door, opening it to usher everyone out.

[Mist] I have a lot i need to ask him, and a lot i want to talk about. I won't admit it outright, but i really hope that he actually wants to redeem himself. Gods know my bleeding heart has got me in trouble enough.

Bexy casts her glance around the room. First to Q'kura, a little narrowed, then to Vex with a nod. Her eyes settle on Neoma's a little too long, as though she might say something… But she simply departs, ensuring Sayuri would follow after her.

Q'kura just sits in the quiet, watching as the procession of faces leaves, slumped as the weight seemed to hang heavy on his shoulders.

Vex slowly reached for Q'kura, aiming a gentle pat atop his shoulder before she heads for the door.

Sayuri's eyes finally moved from the location they had been locked upon, giving Neoma a final look of hurt before she turns on her heels and makes a swift exit from the room.

Neoma remained where she stood, watching as the others left and keeping quiet until the others were out of the infirmary. She sighed and turned to Q'kura, studying him up and down with concerned eyes. They looked a bit more tired now after the chaotic gathering. "How are you feeling, Q'kura?"

Mist departs soon after the rest, closing the door behind her, leaving only Q'kura and Neoma within.

"I…" Tears welled in his eyes again, bringing a sleeve up to wipe them. Even Vex's comfort was unexpected, though welcomed. "…I'm sorry. I… I… Didn't mean to get you into trouble…" He blinks the tears back, composing himself and reaching for the tray. "But i will be fine, thanks to you. I just need a little something to eat, and… To rest." Guilt settles in his gaze, peering up to Neoma. "…You probably should, too…"

[Q'kura] I knew they'd always be angry at me, but... Neoma's their friend, and now they're upset at her, too. And while usually i wouldn't care, because why should i? I feel terrible.

Neoma smiled softly, shaking her head. "This is not your fault, Q'kura. You don't have to apologize. I'll be fine, I just want you to recover." She glanced at the food on the tray. "… It must have gotten cold by now. Do you want me to get you another portion?"

"No, no, it's fine. You've already done more than enough…" He trails, picking up his utensils and digging into his meal. Only quiet seemed to follow, then. He'd much to think about.

She watched him for just a bit before deciding to leave him alone for now. "Alright, I'll let you have some peace and quiet. I'll remain here in the infirmary though, don't worry." She turned to distract herself with preparing potions, anything really to keep her mind occupied as the uncomfortable feeling of guilt still had its grip of her heart.

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Sibling moments in the Bad Batch that live rent free in my head

S1E3 "Replacements"

Omega as youngest smallest sibling and getting the floor to sleep on

The shove backwards to have a sibling meeting about a sibling

Wrecker's second youngest energy

"Yeah add it to the list" as Echo casually noms on his ration bar

Tech COMPLETELY ignoring Echo as he rattles off about the ship's state LITERALLY RIGHT NEXT TO HIM

"Repairs would go faster if I had some help" combined with pointed head tilt and glare. A+ passive sibling sass Echo

"I thought you said they were defective?" Echo loves to call out Tech

"Getting thrown out of hyperdrive. I'd say that's pretty critical Tech." "It's not affecting life support. We are fine." "Are you kidding me?" Siblings 101: maintain sass levels at all times even when crashing towards a planet

Hunter's glare at Tech

Hunter's glance at Echo for support

Wrecker and Hunter both making sure Omega's strapped in

"We're gonna die we're gonna die we're gonna....be fine! We're gonna be fine"

THEIR CRESTFALLEN LOOKS WHEN OMEGA TAKES OUT CROSSHAIR'S KIT 😭😭😭

Allow me to go feral over over analyze this scene because it's one of the best examples of siblings confused and betrayed but still sad

Tech's sigh and frown deepening, eyes never leaving the kit

Hunter's deeeeep sigh and the way his shoulders sag

Hunter's glance away and eyebrow furrow when he says "Crosshair"

Echo's careful observation of Tech and Hunter

Echo's sad glance down when Hunter finishes explaining

Omega's big sad eyes 😭😭

Literally none of them take their eyes off of his kit

"I'll say it. I kinda miss 'im" and Tech immediately glances back down at the kit

Hunter's eyes softening and the brief nod he gives

"He shot you, remember?" "Ha! I sure do! That hurt!" Wrecker may be confused and hurt by Crosshair but he is still so proud and impressed by his sibling I cannot with him

The hope in Wrecker's voice and the hopeful glances they all share talking about the inhibitor chip

Hunter going full big brother mode focusing on the task at hand

Love the rollercoaster of going from soft, confused siblings to Tarkin experimenting on my fave. I want to throw a rock at his head

"Careful, those capacitors hold a massive charge" at the literal experimented genius. Echo is the sibling who needs to explain everything

"I'm a little busy at the moment"

Echo and Hunter both have the same tone and drawl when they say "Tech" in an exasperated way and that's hilarious

"That would've been good to know beforehand, Tech" Echo is so done with and also loves Tech so much

FUCK THAT LAST ONE REALLY HURTS NOW

"I'm part of this squad too now, right?" followed by Echo's shoulder shrug at Hunter like "I don't fucking know what else do we do with her?" was literally my siblings every time they had to babysit me

Hunter's "what's the worst that could happen?" shrug at Tech

Now for the scene that whenever someone says "Hunter doesn't care about Crosshair he never shows any emotion towards him" I will shove their face in the screen and make them watch until their little brains comprehend it

Little Omega copying everything Hunter does down to the same knee bend and finger sifting of the dirt

Omega asking a question every 10 seconds while Hunter is trying to complete a mission

"Can I learn to track like you?" BABES 😭

Hunter's glance back at "Crosshair" and the deep sigh he follows it with

His eyes widening and then turning down with sadness and some anger

Hunter's shoulder sagging sigh at "He can't help it"

"I'm angry at myself. We don't leave our own behind" someone sedate me

Hunter's determined nod after Omega says they'll find a way to get Crosshair back

Cut to the toothpick committing war crimes. IT'S FINE it's fine, he's just going through some things *anxiously sweats in Crosshair fan*

"I tracked the dragon, like you did" Omega is so precious dear god

"Is that my blaster?!" A+ older brother slightly concerned and slightly proud

Crosshair standing to glance around their barracks (keep in mind, last time we saw him enter them, he just shoved his way in, not giving anything a second glance, and in this shot we follow his gaze go across Tech and Hunter's bunks that still have their markings on them)

THE GLANCE DOWN AND PAUSE AT THE MISSIONS BOARD SERIOUSLY SOMEBODY SEDATE ME

Obviously all of these are solo and not actually interaction with the Batch, but Crosshair's slow walk to his bunk to be followed by a deep sigh and obvious look of contemplation/thinking on his face is 10000% him thinking about his brothers you cannot tell me anything differently because you are wrong they set it up for exactly that and the lone shot of him on his bunk, shoulders slumped and clearly defeated wrecks me

"Yeah took you long enough" Wrecker your brothers literally just fixed an entire ship

Hunter's fond and proud look at Wrecker as he unveils the room to Omega 😭😭

Just, like, Hunter that whole scene

Echo's tap on Wrecker's shoulder and his and Tech's approving glances at him

#tay rewatches the bad batch #the bad batch #star wars #hunter #echo #tech #wrecker #crosshair #omega #divider by djarrex

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mad4turtles · 2 years ago

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hello hello! first things first, i’d like to say i love all of your fics !! your way of writing fluff is so sweet !!

i also come with a fic req (no pressure, of course) !! i’d love to see a body swap fic in your style !! but only if that’s something you’d like to write. either way, i hope you take care of yourself before anything else and have a great day !!

Ooookay, I had both a field day AND a headache from this, because it's SUCH a good prompt that I'm tempted to make a part 2, but I don't know enough about a specific disorder that's a common headcanon in the fandom to do it confidently, so, for now, this will stay as a one-shot. I hope you like it, though!

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Leo swears someone out there is out to get them. It's the only explanation he can think of as he stares at himself in the bathroom mirror.

Donnie's deadpan face stares back at him.

They'd all woken up like this. Different rooms, different bodies and different faces staring back at them on every reflective surface. Leo won't deny that he'd screamed the loudest, lamenting the loss of his beautiful face. Donnie, stuck in Leo's body (of course, why not?), had immediately blamed Leo for reasons the (former)slider cannot fathom. Probably because it's easier than blaming himself, again, with no grounds to speak of.

It had been hilarious watching Raph try to be the big brother in Mikey's little body. It was less fun to watch Mikey nearly cry after breaking everything he touched with unchecked strength and a body three sizes bigger.

(Makes Leo wonder just how much Raph has been holding back on them. He thinks of the Kraang and quickly decides it doesn't matter.)

What matters is Leo getting back into his own body before Donnie decides to punch himself in the face.

Draxum had laughed for thirty minutes when they called but eventually promised to have something of an explanation and a cure by the end of the day. Splinter and April weren't much better. Casey Jr, bless him, was torn between genuine concern and exhaustion—“How many 'shenanigans' can you get up to in less than three stories?!” “Stop breaking the freakin' wall!”—which, fair enough.

Cassandra had looked at them once and demanded that 'Orange Raph' fight her. “I want to test my might against the future Mystic Warrior! With Raphael's nature, it is sure to be a battle of the ages!”

Spoiler alert: it was not. Leo thinks they're still tangled up in Mikey's chains in the rafters. He wonders if April's gotten them down yet.

In the meantime, Leo decides to... explore? Is that the right word? It sounds gross, considering the circumstances, but that's essentially what he's doing. He's lived with Donnie all their lives, and this is the closest he's ever been (or ever really wanted to be) to his twin. Plus, he's a different species of turtle now. It's so freaking wild, and he can't help himself. He's curious.

He pokes and prods in ways his touch-sensitive brother will never usually allow on a good day—he touches his face (so square, but dude, what a wicked jawline!), his arms (Donnie's always been a little broader than Leo, stronger than he lets on), pulls at his fingers (there are burns and scars on the pads from welding and training, a tooth-mark from when Leo bit him when they were three and a few more from before Don had curbed the habit with other stims), his legs (Donnie what the hell have you done to your knees? Did the Avatar take away your bending?!) and lastly—

His hand hovers over the rim of Donnie's shell.

The soft shell has often been a no-go zone. Except for emergencies (and Leo, because it's a scientific fact that sliders ride soft-shells like a skateboard, and Donnie makes the best pillow). But otherwise, touching the shell unprompted would earn them a hiss at best, and a bite at worst. Leo's body has scars to prove it.

But since the invasion, Donnie has been... particular about his shell. Since being ripped out of the Technodrome after being subjected to actual sensory hell (Leo will never forgive himself for putting his twin through that, whether he knew or not). He barely lets anyone near it now, not even Leo, unless he whines hard enough for a cuddle. Even then, that's only after the nightmares.

He'd promised not to mess around, fun as it would be. With Raph, he might've done—a smashing spree in some condemned building sounded goddamn cathartic—and with Mikey, he'd probably dip his toe in the overflowing pool of mystic energy in his baby brother's core, maybe learn a thing or two.

But Donnie is different. And for the first time ever, he truly, truly, understands.

He leaves the shell alone and leaves the bathroom. He'll mess with his eyebrows instead.

~0o0~

“Nardo, I require assistance!”

Oh, thank god, something to do. Leo rolls off the beanbag, stretching until bones crack, yawing wide. Donnie had said not to mess around, but he said nothing against naps, and god did Donnie need one. “'s still so friggin' weird hearing my voice talkin' with your dead-ass tone, Dee,” he calls sleepily, lumbering towards the lab. Three hours was too long and yet not enough.

“It is about as jarring as hearing my voice using dumb slang and quoting Vines and seeing my own body wearing your skirts,” Donnie calls back, with Leo's voice, and yep, it's still freaking weird. About as weird as entering the lab to see him surrounded by tech, fingers flying and hands reaching with confidence as though he were born with it.

Watching his body handle Donnie's machines so efficiently makes Leo's skin itch. Or maybe that's Donnie's body having a natural, visceral reaction to seeing anyone touch his shit. Which is fair, really. Leo got pissed seeing Donnie in his clothes in the mirror, ready to complain about the battle shell stretching his favourite sweater, only to remember. This whole thing sucks.

“So,” Leo drags the word out, plodding over to where Le—Donnie is sitting in the organized chaos of what looks to be another battle shell. “Whatcha need, Don-tron? Dearest twin? Brother whom I love very much and would be nothing without his incredible one-liners, his charm and wit, his beautiful—”

“Just because you're saying things with my voice doesn't make any of those statements true,” Donnie mutters, sliding the goggles off his face and climbing unsteadily to his feet. Must be disorienting since Leo is not only half a foot shorter than Don but carries a slightly heavier shell. He turns to Leo, hands fluttering at his sides—

“Shit, what did I do?” Leo yelps, hopping back a step.

“What? Nothing, nothing's wrong, why're you—?”

“Your—my—you got the flutters, my guy. Sending me a lot of mixed signals, and my—your body is telling me to react by biting, and I cannot stress enough how much I don't want that.”

“Wha—oh.” Donnie clenches his hands into fists. “I'm—I'm not angry with you, Leo, it's just—this whole situation is frustrating. I can't find an answer, Draxum hasn't shown up yet, I'm not in my own freaking body, and you—your body is so different, like, your head is clearer than mine and yet just as cluttered and messy, and I can touch and smell and eat things that I couldn't before because you're not as sensitive to it, but I also can't stand up straight without tripping over my own feet because of the differences in height and weight, and I'm constantly reaching for my battle shell only it's not there because I technically don't need it for the first time in my life and now I'm doing that—thing that you do where you ramble yourself into circles when you're upset because I'm working myself up because this is different I don't like different and oh look at that my hands are flapping am I about to take off? I do not know? I need—god, Leo, I need—”

Leo watches his eyes well up with tears, hands flapping as Donnie tries to articulate his needs. Needs he doesn't normally have in his own body because of his aversions. Donnie doesn't need touch all the time. Leo does, almost constantly, as much as Mikey does. The lack of it can drive him up the goddamn wall, which is why he always bugs his brothers, or Dad, or whoever's closest that wouldn't mind being used as a climbing frame or a pillow for a few minutes.

God, this must be hell on Donnie. Much like trying to put make-up on or wrap himself up in his favourite blanket had been actual torture for Leo.

(Just like the thought of hugging makes Leo's—Donnie's skin crawl uncomfortably. Leo kind of wants to cry, too.)

But he swallows it down like he does every other bad thing and spreads his arms. Donnie looks up with Leo's teary eyes and stares. Leo smiles. “C'mon, big brother,” he says. He means it, but he also just wanted to hear Donnie say it.

Donnie twists his face into something half grateful and irritated and throws himself at Leo, squeezing tight enough to hurt even with Donnie's battle shell. Leo feels a shudder run through him—no no no no no get off get off get off nope nope nope do not TOUCH me—and forces his arms to wrap around Donnie's shoulders, squeezing back.

Donnie sighs, breath hitching. “Oh my god,” he says, “I have never, in my life, needed this much physical contact. Oh my god. I think I actually get you, Nardo. And Mikey, too, I guess. All this because I needed a hug. Jeezy heckin' creezy, how do you live like this?”

Leo swallows hard. “Same way you live like everything burns when you don't want anyone touching you,” he says. There's a lump in his throat, suddenly, when it hits him. “... yet you do it anyway.”

Donnie nuzzles Leo's shoulder, seeking warmth and attention the way Leo has always done—needed to—and sending more sparks through Leo's—Donnie's—system. “... well, yeah,” he says. “I knew how bad it could get for you, but... I guess I never got how bad it could feel. And besides, you guys are usually great telling when I'm open for a cuddle or when I will literally kill you on sight if you touch me, so... wait, are you—?”

“I am on freaking fire, Donnie—”

“Oh my freaking god, let go then, you idiot, that is my body's way of telling me I'm about to have a meltdown—!”

“But you need—need a hug—”

“Then I'll go to Raph or Mikey—whichever isn't still hanging from the ceiling, just let go! You are literally seconds from crashing, come on, I'll give you my special stuff from my special closet. Christ on a bike, Leon, you're as stressed as I am, a nap won't fix it, and an unwanted hug certainly won't—”

“Don, 's too loud—!”

“Shit, shit, sorry—here, put on my headphones and take the fluffy duck. This looks like it's gonna be a bad one, so get your—my ass in the closet. Get my whole ass in there, yep, good boy, get all nice and cosy, wow you ramble a lot when you're stressed out—”

“Hisssss—“

“Holy shit that's actually scary from a different perspective, I'll shut up now. You know the drill; I'll come to check on you after an hour. I'll grab the others for a turtle pile afterwards, I'm usually in the mood for that after a bad one, but—yeah, I'll go now, love you, don't bite or hit yourself, I'm gonna go glomp Mikey in Raph's body for a spine-breaking hug.”

Donnie shuts the closet door, and the darkness, surrounded by all of Donnie's 'special sensory things', is an instant relief.

Screw the T.V. tropes, Leo thinks as he breathes through fat tears and hiccuping sobs, rocking back and forth and squeezing the fluffy duck plush to quell the urge to hit himself. Body swaps suck.

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Reblogs are appreciated :3

Feel free to send me more prompts! <3

#rottmnt fic #rottmnt #disaster twins #request #tw sensory overload #tw meltdown #tcest dni #i swear to god this fic is NOT for you #this was so interesting to do and makes me wonder what i would feel like as someone with adhd tendencies #to suddenly find myself in a neurotypical body???#that would be wild holy crap #but in the twins case oooooof

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borntodie-94 · 1 year ago

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DONT BE A TEASE

Stiles stilinski xreader

Part 1

"What in the actual fuck, stilinski ." You scolded

"Shit, sorry y/n," Stiles semi closed the door that led into your room, wail still standing outside the door and looking away he said "Scott wanted me to make sure you were ok. I mean are you ok, that cut looks like it's pretty deep. Do you need help." Stiles asked almost concerned

"Why are you hiding behind the door? It's nothing you haven't seen before." You said seductively

" Yeah I know, but your brother is down stairs, and I don't think he'd like the fact that I fuck his sister." Stiles whispered so no lingering ears could hear what he said

" OH no, you don't want him to know that you fuck his little sister. Oh please I know for a fact that last time you came over to 'hangout with Scott' it was really so you could get me alone and fuck me till I couldn't walk, am I wrong. Lets think the last time you came over you Knew no one else was home but me. Am I wrong Stiles or am I right?" You asked innocently, wail walking to your bedroom door in nothing but you baby pink lacy bra and panties to match. You fling the door open to pull the boy that looks like he hasn't sleeped in nearly two weeks into your room. As Stiles stumbles into your room, you quickly shut the door and lock it, not wanting any unwanted guests to barge in.

Stiles in shock stands looking at you in awe, he grows harder thinking of all the things he wants to do to you. Stiles chuckled " princess, you can't wait till Scott goes to sleep? Or do you just want to be punished for your earlier actions that led to that cut, hmm."He knew that when he called you princess your knees got weak, and that you'd bend to his will. But he also knew that you wouldn't give in that easily. Stiles eyes were now filled with lust, you knew what was about to come but you wanted to see how far you could push him until he had to take control.

" I have know idea what you're talking about Stiles, my earlier actions, oh you mean jumping into battle when both you and Scott were getting your asses handed to you. You mean those actions?" You sassed

" Yes y/n those actions," Stiles said as he started walking towards you. Your back hit the wall. Stiles put both his hands beside your hips as to trap you. Your breathing hitched. "Hmm can't mouth off now can you darling." Stiles says his voice raspy. His right hand moves to your hip and starts lightly tracing figure eights over you panties. "Stiles if you're going to fuck me get it over with." You whimper out"

Stiles kisses you. He makes his way to your neck slowly leaving wet kisses down you neck, he bites your sweet spot causing a moan to escape you lips. Stiles smirks against you skin, he slowly kisses his way up to your jaw line, and stops so he can whisper in you ear"No I think I'll leave you like this, a whimpering mess." Stiles starts walking towards your bedroom door, he unlocks it as he's Turing the door knob you shout

" WHAT THE FUCK STILES! You can't just do that them walk away." You explain

Stiles let's go of the handle, turns around and ever so slightly tilts his head to the side. Smiling eyes still full of lust he laughs " well of course I can doll, gotta leave something to the imagination," Stiles still looking at you, winks and he turns back around hand once again on the door knob. " You might want to patch up that cut before you come down, doll." He leaves the room.

Surprised you stand in your room still have naked hanging onto his words. "That bitch." You said to yourself

Hi I'm also on wattpad and I'm making this into a series @KayleeMatson3

#stiles smut #smut #teen wolf #romance

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leam1983 · 2 years ago

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This is the best feeling ever.

You're stressed, you're maybe five minutes away from your actual break time and you know all you have to do is hang on for just a little while longer - and a familiar weight starts resting on your knees.

You look down and your dog is looking up at you, doing its best to squeeze its frame in the hollow space underneath your desk.

I melt, whenever my dog does this. This means "I could sense your concern even if I can't understand it. I can't do anything about whatever it is that's going on - but I'm here anyway. I've got you. Unconditionally."

There's days where I bend down, pick up my dog's face in both my hands, and look into his eyes. He's gone blind two years ago, but he still plays it by ear and uses sound to simulate eye contact. I bend down and come close to resting my forehead on the top of his skull. All the while, his tail is sweeping the space under my desk completely free of dust, as aggressively as he's wagging it.

There's days where I couldn't make it if it weren't for him.

[johnny bravo voice] puppy dog

#on man's best friend

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missravenhead · 7 months ago

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Here Comes Naina Nelson

Chapter- Prologue

The bench outside the school premises is getting cold. The jacaranda tree is staring down at it like a gardian angel. The streat underneath it is filled with fallen leaves. The air is filled with the smell of a coffee shop at the bend. It makes coffees of so many different flavours and so strong that the smell decides that it would be great to just leave the shop and explore the outside world a little bit. But you see . . . that is not why I am upset. Perched on the cold bench while my entire body shivered at the ruthless bite of the wind through the thin fabric of the pink leggings with bright yellow flowers on it, I'm crying. It is because my Mom decided to pick this day of all to be late to pick me up from school. It is because I think I am going to die of bleeding and no one will be a witness of that.

Do you have any idea how infuriating it is to see the nature around you be so unbothered at your crisis? Like the cat who got the cream.

I wish it at least started while the teachers were around. Not a single soul can be seen inside the school. No one is here to comfort my young heart while it realises that the fairy-godmother it has been made to believe exists, is not coming to save her. I curled my toes inside the pink dress shoes.

"What's wrong, baby girl?" An older male voice called. I looked around for the source of it and saw a big boy around Kush's age with the wildest blond hair and a concerned face walking towards me. As he came closer, the little details became visible. His freckled cheeks were an adorable red and the god-like beautiful face was covered in sweat. A gym bag carelessly hung to his left soldier indicating he must be in some high school sports.

I don't think I'll ever see the face of high school if I die today.

Now, even though I'm only eleven years old, I don't publicly cry. Totally. I look ugly if I do. Even when they hurt me, I stay quiet and sometimes, foolishly enough, try to fight back.

BUT THE THOUGHT OF DYING IS A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT SCENARIO. I don't want to die. What if God decides that I've been a bad kid and sends me to hell? I don't want to be cooked alive in boiling oil and be served for lunch to the demons.

"Hey Brownies, look at me." The voice yanked me out of hell. Well not literally.

Okay. That was dramatic. Why is he calling me brownies anyway?

He knelt in front of me on one knee. I stared at his sharp yet boyish jaw from under my eyelashes, already recalling how no one wants to be my friend because I still have chubby cheeks like potatoes. I hate my cheeks.

"Do you have many friends?" I don't know why that was the first thing that came out of my mouth but I enquired with an accusation in my voice.

"Umm . . . I have some . . . I guess. Why?"

See. He just proved my point.

"I'm going to die." I broke down again remembering why we were here. His devastating brown eyes looked at me with so much concern in them.

"Hey! Hey! Tell me what's wrong. You're not dying. Just tell me what happened. Do you want me to call your parents?"

"She can't pick her phone when she's on duty." I've drained so much that I'm pretty sure I look like a red tuber right now.

"Are you in any sort of pain? Why do you think you're dying? Please don't cry. Brownies are sweet, they make people smile, not cry." He wiped off my tears gently with the pad of his thumbs. See. I knew I looked ugly.

"It's hurting here," I pointed to my abdomen, "and I'm bleeding." I went back to sobbing.

The pinch of his third brackett brows visibly relaxed and sighed loudly. Then slowly under his breath he chuckled.

How dare he! Is he that unbothered of a young soul of this country being sick and dying? How can he be so heartless?

I frowned and my lips automatically turned into a pout.

"Has your Mom ever told you about the menstrual cycle?"

I tried to scan through my brain. Maybe she did. But it's not like I always pay her attention. Oh wait. There was this one time . . .

"Maybe . . . ? What's that?"

"It's actually a pretty normal thing. You don't have to worry too much about it AND you're not dying.

"Girls and women around ten to forty five years of age bleed for a few days through the vagina, you know, the female genital part, every month. This is because your body has already started to mature and build you into a woman. It's not a bad thing."

"Then why does my stomach hurt so much?"

"That's because your ovaries are ovulating. It's a complicated science. You'll learn about it soon. Here, lemme tie my hoodie around your waist." Somehow, his words calmed me. Like it almost demands to believe whatever he says. He pulled me to my feet and tied the long sleeves of his hoodie around me, to make sure my stained little bum was covered. "Wait here. I'll be right back." And he jogged off to the café.

I stood there with a soft smile tugging at my tear-stained, raccoon-eyed, ghost face. It feels so good to have someone treat me like a friend and talk kindly to me. I looked at the way where he just headed to.

Oh dear Santa, I promise I'll be good this year. I promise to share my toys with my little brother and be nice to him. I'll be obedient to Mom. Can I please get a friend like that beautiful blonde guy? Pretty please. With whatever you like on top?

"I'm so sorry honey. I couldn't get off work sooner. Hey! What happened? Oh my God! What's wrong? Have you been crying?"

I jumped and looked at my mother's worried face pacing towards me rapidly.

What was the word the tall guy used? 'Menstruation'. Right?

"A guy told me, it's menstruation."

"Oh-"

Someone cleared their throat behind us and both our heads snapped at him.

"Umm . . . Hello Ma'am. I assume you're her mother?"

"Yes. Is that your shirt, son?" She pointed at my lower part.

"Yes Ma'am."

"Thank you so much for taking care of her. I couldn't get out of the hospital on time. It's my fault. I really appreciate you being here."

"No problem. It's my duty, Ma'am. And this is a tiny treat for this brand new lady we got here." He smiled broadly. I have been eyeing the little paper bag with the café's logo on it, shamelessly might I add, ever since he returned.

"Thank you." I accepted with a polite smile. "I'm Naina, by the way."

"Nice to meet you Naina."

I later found out he had bought me some freshly baked brownies.

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ddejavvu · 2 years ago

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Hi! I just can't get out of my head, the thought of stroking the patches of skin that peeks through the rips in Eddie's jeans and kissing them whenever I have to pick something up and so on ... can you please write something like that? Sorry if you think it's weird, hehe!

i want to kiss all of eddie's funky little nooks and crannies come here boy let me smooch your elbow pit

"Damn," Eddie hisses, tongue stuck between his lips in concentration as he paints, "Babe, can you come help me?"

There's paint on his nose, a product of smudging it onto his hand and then rubbing his nose. It's bright yellow, and makes him look a little silly, but you don't tell him. instead you smile and nod, rushing off of your side of the couch to assist him.

"'Dropped the toothpick," He supports the figurine he's painting in one hand, the other still holding the paintbrush that he's been using. It's stained with black paint and he doesn't want to wash it out yet, so you're his only hope for getting his toothpick back. He uses it to dot on designs, and there's still some paint on one end, but you're sure it won't stain the floor.

"Sure," You drop to your knees, fingers pinching the wooden stick in your hands. You take your time down there, admiring his work that he's hunched over the coffee table for, your nose nearly butting into the wet paint on the side of the character's torso.

"Get-!" Eddie splutters, yanking the mini away from you and laughing incredulously, "Don't smudge him with your nose, babe."

"Sorry," You grin sheepishly, pressing a soft kiss to the skin exposed by the rips in his jeans, right at the curve of his knee, "Just wanted to see."

By the time you settle on the couch he's perfected his amused, yet slightly concerned stare. His eyes are narrowed at you and his lips quirk up into a smile that hasn't quite broken free yet. You cock your head to the side as he watches you, "What?"

"Did you just kiss my knee?"

"it's cute," You nod, staring fondly at the patch of peachy skin, marred by black threads, "Look at it! It's peeking out."

He bends his leg, the fabric of his jeans flexing slightly and shifting on his skin. He hums thoughtfully, "I guess."

"It's not weird." You insist, a defensive quality to your voice, "I just think that all of you deserves a kiss."

You think you've won him over with your adoring statement, but he lets out a soft giggle, "It is weird. You're a kneekisser."

"I'm just a kisser! I don't focus on your knees," You huff, your cheeks heating up flusteredly, "Stop making fun of me."

"Kneekisser, kneekisser!' He chants with a fond grin, turning back to his painting, "I'm gonna tell everyone my baby's a kneekisser."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson one-shot #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson hc #eddie munson hcs #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson dialogue #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader fanfiction

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starlightsearches · 2 years ago

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Just saw your post for kinky prompts 👀 what do we think about hate-fucking Eddie 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Payback

Kinky Prompts

My friend, we think veeeeerrrry favorably about being hate-fucked by Eddie! Thank you for sending this in 💖 Requests are open; comments, likes and reblogs make me soooooooooooooooo happy!

Eddie Munson x Virgin! Femme! Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, PIV sex, protected sex, spanking, virginity kink (kind of), corruption kink (kind of), fingering (f), orgasm delay (f), clothed sex, crying during sex, a little tender for hate-fucking whoops but i contain multitudes, mentions of canon-typical violence, language, season 4 volume 1 spoilers!

"You know you don't have to babysit me, right?"

Eddie pops around the corner from one of the bedrooms, awake from his third nap of the day and scratching at his skin under the collar of his hellfire shirt. The movement puts the top of a tattoo on display, but you can't identify it from this angle, not without catching the black collar in your finger and pulling it down a few more inches.

You tear your eyes from him, glancing at the windows out of habit, letting out a sharp breath through your nose. The curtains are still closed—just like the last time you checked—but his shadow could still be visible to someone passing by.

"It was Nancy's idea. Will you sit the fuck down?"

Eddie rolls his big dumb eyes, plopping down on the floor beside you. He keeps his long legs bent, pale knees poking from the rips in his jeans.

"Well at least you're not cranky about being stuck with me, princess. Because that would make my exile totally unbearable."

You meet his eyes, catch his mocking smile, and shift an inch to the side.

"First off, don't call me princess. Second, you smell like shit. When's the last time you showered?"

He huffs, pretending to think, chin cupped in his hand. "Probably around the last time you slept. If those bags under your eyes get any bigger they're gonna need their own zip code."

You just flash him your middle finger, resting your head against the cupboard and trying to ignore the throbbing pain in your eyes. It's not like you've been trying to stay awake, but stress could do that to you. Every time you closed your eyes, your brain went into overdrive—imagining the yawning horror you'd feel finding your friends' bodies with their arms bent at odd angles and their eyes gouged out.

Eddie nudges you with his knee just as a shiver travels through you, denim he wears brushing against your bare thigh, repeating the movement over and over again until you look at him. He ignores the glare you give him.

"Seriously though, how long have you been awake? 'Cause I'm pretty sure I can manage not to burn the house down for a couple of hours without your constant supervision."

"Right," you scoff, "and when Jason and his friends show up to beat your ass, you can annoy them to death."

"Sounds like a plan to me."

The sun's just starting to set beyond the windows—his cue to stand without you yelling at him again—and he does, navigating the darkening kitchen with ease and grabbing a cereal box from the counter. "Out of curiosity, how are you planning on protecting me? Besides batting your eyelashes and bending over in that little skirt?"

"Something along those lines, yeah."

Eddie still doesn't know about the baseball bat you borrowed from Steve, hidden under the couch. As far as you're concerned, he doesn't need to.

"Good to know they'll all be rock hard when they kill me. Wouldn't have it any other way."

You make a face—maybe just to hide the way your eyes go wide at the idea of anybody being rock hard. "You're disgusting."

"So I've been told," he says, spraying a mouthful of honey comb, "by you, actually."

You just stare at him blankly, watching him chew as you replay the last few days. A lot had happened since you'd saw him threaten Steve with that busted bottle, and you'd called plenty of names during that time, but disgusting wasn't one of them. "No I haven't!"

He's not looking at you, admiring the silver glint of his rings, fingers splayed.

"You're friends did though," he says, quiet enough that you have to stand just to hear him, "and I don't remember you going out of your way to shut them up."

Oh. He's not talking about your friends—Steve and Dustin and the others. He's talking about your friends, the ones from before—the little clique of girls you ate lunch with every day for four years without really knowing each other at all.

"Whatever," you shrug, trying to brush off the accusation, sorting through the food Dustin had picked out to keep your hands busy, "that was high school."

He's unimpressed with your defense. "Okay, well you were a bitch in high school."

It hasn't even been a year since your graduation, but the person you were then isn't someone you'd recognize anymore. Hearing him say that about you makes your stomach sink—remembering all the times you had been a bitch to Eddie and people like him. You'd never be able to take those moments back, no matter how often you and your new friends saved the world.

You do your best to hide the hurt, reaching for a handful of M&Ms. If defense wouldn't work, you'd have to go offensive.

"If we're gonna bring up high school, you fucking started it."

Eddie leans in close under the guise of snatching some of the chocolate from your hand, warm fingers dancing over the skin of your palm.

"How'd I do that?" he asks with mock sincerity. Your heart races watching the movement of his dark pink lips.

"You know . . . you were always kicking my chair in Mrs. Click's class, and sticking chewed gum in my notebook when I turned to talk with Jared or Ashley, and- and whatever."

You can't look at him and talk at the same time. Not when he's got a few strands of hair caught up in his ridiculously long eyelashes, luring you into the warm center of his gaze, trying to trap you there.

He brushes some of the hair out of his eyes, sliding a little closer, chest pressed up against your shoulder. His skin is warm enough you can feel it through his shirt. His voice gets throatier when he whispers.

"How else was I guy like me supposed to get your attention?"

The M&Ms are turning to mush in your palm, crunching a little when your fist tightens involuntarily. You drop the chocolatey glob on the table, sliding away from him and facing the sink, hoping he couldn't feel the heat in your cheeks.

"You've made funnier jokes, Munson."

He just keeps talking, even with your back turned to him, spewing out shit that makes your whole body tense.

"Not a joke, babe. I've always had a thing for pretty girls with sticks up their asses. Figured somebody needed to fuck that attitude out of you."

You've got a death grip on the towel beside the sink, dripping little puddles all over the counter.

"I don't have anything up my ass," you mutter under your breath, as if a weak attempt like that would stop him when he's just getting started.

"—and I figured I could do the job, since those dickheads always drooling around you looked too stupid to fuck their way out of a paper bag—"

You just scrunch your nose, talking to yourself, "like I would know anything about that."

You're sure he won't notice your mumbled response, not when he's having such a good time talking to himself. And you're busy—in your own way—thinking about how many of those same dickheads had left you drunk in party bathrooms or alone in the woods on moonless nights when you'd shoved their hands away from your hemline one too many times.

"What?"

Eddie heard you, somehow—the one time you didn't want him to. Shaking the thoughts from your head, you do your best to change the subject. "Nothing. We really should talk about something else—"

"Wait, are you—?"—Eddie's sidled right beside you at the counter, leaning forward on both arms, smiling so fucking wide your hand itches to slap the smug look from his face— "Holy shit, are you a virgin?"

Fuck.

"I said I didn't want to talk about it!"

You throw the towel at him, but it just smacks against his chest with a disappointing thud, doing nothing to tone down your anger or the stinging embarrassment. "God, don't you ever shut up?"

He's totally immune to your little tantrum, taking one of your hands in his own, bringing it close to him, playing with your fingers.

He's got big hands. They practically swallow your own with no effort, the boar's head ring smiling up at you. You don't want to think about what they'd feel like touching you elsewhere, his huge, hot palms cupping your ass, spreading you apart with his ring-heavy fingers.

"Aw, baby," he coos, "if you wanted me to be your first, you could've just asked."

"Don't be delusional, Munson," you say, yanking your hand from his grip. It tingles a little where he's touched you, nerves deadened when they're not feeling him.

It's not like you cared that much about who was your first; it was always more about how. All those other losers had been fine with a quick fuck in the back of a car and you weren't about that. It's not like you expected candles and rose petals and shit—just a guy who'd at least try to get you off.

With the way he's looking at you now, Eddie's seeming more and more like the perfect candidate.

"Yeah, delusional, okay," Eddie's tone is sarcastic as he rolls his eyes, coming in close, seeing right through you like a piece of glass. His hair is brushing against your cheeks, hot breath on your neck, and your whole body responds, thighs pressing together, a thick swallow in your throat. He smells like cigarettes, with the faintest faded whiff cologne underneath the sharp sting of sweat. The more you have of it, the more you want.

There's something sinful reflected in his eyes when you look at him; it takes a second for you to recognize it's your own expression.

"Five bucks says you're wet for me right now."

He's surprised the sarcasm right out of you, reading you like that—leaving your voice weak and breathless, without your usual bite. "In your dreams, maybe."

"Oh yeah, all the time,—" the tips of his fingers brush against the outside of your thigh, "—but that's not what we're talking about here."

His palm is like a brand, pressed just above your knee, thick thumb stroking across your bare skin.

"Stop that," you whisper. Your throat burns with the smell of him.

He just cocks a brow. "You want me to?"

No. You won't say it—swallowing the word down and staring at him in silence—but you can't say yes, even if you don't mean it. He's the kind of guy who would actually stop if you did.

And you can't have him stop.

His hand curls into a fist against your skin until you lose contact with the cool metal of his rings. Eddie's expression is almost stern.

"I'm gonna need to hear you say it, princess."

The nickname doesn't bother you this time, stoking the heat at your core enough to loosen your tongue, just in case he might say it again. "No. I don't want you to stop."

The smile he gives you is worth your pride a hundred times over.

"Good girl."

Eddie's hand moves painfully slow, tips of his fingers brushing over goosebumps like he's trying to read braille, doe eyes staring down at you, gaze flickering towards your lips. It could be ironic that the one time you were desperate for a guy to rush through this part, the guy in question is determined to take his time.

It could be ironic, if it wasn't so fucking infuriating.

"Eddie," you say—way too desperate—but he just smiles at the shift of your hips as you take the last inch between his fingers and the soaked fabric of your panties by force.

Fuck, he feels good between your thighs—even just this part of him. He strokes his fingers back and forth, pinching a little at your covered pussy, laughing at the gasping sound you make when one of his rings catches against your clit.

You don't even care that it was this easy for him. You couldn't give less of a fuck.

He's got dimples in his cheeks from the grin he wears. "I'm flattered, sweetheart. This all for me?"

He's still stroking you, a smooth back and forth with his long, beautiful fingers. It's hard to form words anymore.

"Sh- shut up."

"About this?" His hips are harsh against yours, "uh-uh, never. I'm never gonna shut up about this wet. fucking. pussy."

He's breathing hard, gripping roughly at your cunt, punctuating each word with a brush against your clit, the tip of one finger past your lips and stroking along your entrance. Even through the cotton it makes you squirm, the feel of the soft, wet fabric almost too much for your sensitive cunt.

Your clumsy hands meet at his belt buckle, just resting there, arms jellied by the way he's touching you.

"Eddie."

He's got his ear pressed up against your cheek, a few of his flyaways sticking to the sweat on your temples. It's good he's so close or he might not be able to hear you at all.

"Yeah?" His chest heaves, arm muscles tight where they press against your stomach. When you lean back enough to meet his eyes, he's got his tongue caught between his teeth.

"I don't—fuck—I don't have five dollars."

"What?"

He actually stops his assault on your pussy for just a moment, and you breathe a soft laugh. It's nice to know you're not the only one who can be caught of guard.

"The bet. I owe you five—"

The thrust of his hips cuts off the end of your sentence, alarm bells ringing in your head. He hadn't been carrying anything in his pockets, as far as you knew—no switchblade or flashlight or a fucking cucumber by the feel of it. Which could only mean one thing.

Eddie Munson is rock fucking hard. For you.

His hand still cups your pussy as the other takes you by the neck, palm easily spanning your entire jaw and there's no chance you'd even think about fighting him when he guides you closer to his lips.

"I think we can work something out."

Eddie's kisses are intoxicating—hot and wet and strong, putting a burn in your throat from the power behind it—body aching at the way he bends you, his jaw pressed tight against yours, guiding your body with every shift of his head. He's got his tongue past your open lips, tasting like cigarettes and sugary breakfast cereal and stale sleep and it's still got you weak at the knees.

Kissing Eddie is everything.

He's making little moaning noises against your lips, the pressure behind his hips denting your back against the counter, digging into you enough there might be print of his dick on your thigh when he pulls away. His hand has gone still as he's caught up in this kiss, and grinding down against his fingers isn't enough anymore for the gnawing heat in your cunt.

You pull back, turning your head a little to the side when he chases after your lips.

"Fuck me, Eddie."

Even in the fading light, you can see how dark Eddie's eyes have become—already deep irises swallowed by black pupils.

"Really?"

His adam's apple bobs with a harsh swallow, like he didn't even think it would get to this point. You don't have time to worry about the statistical likelihood of a situation where you'd be begging Eddie Munson to fuck you—not with the way your pussy is throbbing.

"God, Eddie. Yes."

The muscles in his throat tense, thin blue veins distended, and if he's nervous taking control, he doesn't show it. You, on the other hand, are shaking like a fucking leaf.

"Bend over," he tells you, and you comply without comment—just grateful you don't have to make any of these decisions yourself—stretching out long, arms at an angle against the wall and chest flat against the table top.

There's the heat of his body against your thighs as Eddie steps closer, hips looming behind you, just out of reach. The fabric of your skirt is shifted out of the way, bunched up around your waist, and then Eddie's broad palm cups your ass, thumb achingly close to your core again, whispered touch moving closer, closer, the flat of his thumb pressed against your dripping hole. His other hand reaches for the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down roughly over your hips with the scrape of his rings until they fall to your ankles, leaving you totally bare.

And then you feel the harsh smack of his hand against the swell of your cheek, hips forced into the counter and a low moan on your lips.

You're still reeling when you turn back to look at him.

"Jesus Christ, Eddie!"

"Sorry, baby, but I had to," he laughs, untouched by your anger as always, looking a little endeared by the glare you send over your shoulder.

"You could warn me first," you grumble. Then maybe you could have done something about the mortifying sound you'd just made.

His fingers rub gently at the mark he must have left against your ass cheek, soothing the ache as he presses his chest against your back. "Where's the fun in that?"

He grins—face framed by wild hair, big eyes shining—and it mollifies you, but only slightly.

"Are you gonna fuck me or not?"

"Patience, baby," —he leans off you, reaching into his back pocket for a little silver-foiled packet—"safety first."

A fucking condom. You roll your eyes. "How long have you had that on you?"

"Since you told me you were staying. Rick keeps a bunch lying around—figured it couldn't hurt to be prepared."

So he's been thinking about fucking you for the past two days. You're not sure if that makes you more desperate or more annoyed.

You lay your head back down, rolling your eyes even though he can't see them at this angle. "You're an ass, Eddie Munson."

Not that you care, not with the sound of his zipper and the clink of his belt—which definitely make you hornier—the crinkle of the condom wrapper and the way you hear him spit a piece of the shiny foil onto the floor after opening it with his teeth.

With your cheek pressed to the table, you can't see what he's doing, shifting your hips side to side as you as you wait to feel him touch you again. It starts with a hand at your hip, pulling you against him, the white-hot pit in your stomach fueled by the feeling of his cock pressed between your ass cheeks, teasing you with a few soft strokes.

"You sure you want this?"

His other hand wraps around your waist, splitting your folds with his fingers, just barely petting across your clit. You can feel your pussy dripping for him.

"God, yes. Pl—"

He cuts you off, the end of the word lost in an ungodly moan as he presses the thick head of his cock past your messy entrance, and the stretch is already unreal—a searing sting that has your eyes rolling back in your head and your nails biting into your palms.

"Christ, baby, you're fucking tight," he says, with a hint of awe in his voice, sliding forward another inch, drunk on your little whimpered sounds.

You can't keep quiet as Eddie thrusts forward again, and again, and again, going until you're sure it would be impossible for him to have any dick left, cunt pulsing around him like its in cardiac arrest.

And then he gives you another inch.

"Fuck," —it's the only word you know anymore, the only thing you can think past the tremors running up and down your entire body, every brain cell you've got focused on the stunning pain stretching out your cunt, so full it's like you can feel the tip of him nudging at your lungs. "Fuck."

Eddie's not saying a word—a first for him—but you can tell he's thinking the same thing you are, can feel the letters F-U-C-K printed against your hip bones on the tips of his fingers. His breathing is loud and messy, shifting his hips just slightly until there's the soft slap of his balls against the backs of your thighs.

"Gotta, Jesus,"—two of Eddie's fingers press down against your clit, and you whine, wiggling a little at the feeling until his other hand tightens against your hips, "gotta loosen you up a little, baby. I'm 'bout to fuckin' bust."

He sandwiches you against the counter as he shifts forward to improve the angle of his fingers, circling your clit steadily. Your legs part, a little wider, hoping to make room for more of the feeling he's giving you.

"That's a good girl," Eddie groans.

You hadn't even noticed the way you'd been rocking your hips back against him, too absorbed by the feeling of his dick nudging at some shining point inside you, setting off fireworks behind your eyes with each brush.

He thrusts into you in earnest, and it's like you can hear the pop of your mind's pyrotechnics, the bass thudding in your chest, coming out of your mouth as long, throaty moans.

And Eddie must like those noises you're making, because it's got him pounding at you faster—slamming his whole dick into you hard enough to make the cupboards shake.

"Gonna ruin this fucking virgin pussy," he says, but you're not sure if you're meant to hear, or if it's a promise he's making to himself, "gonna ruin you for the next asshole who comes along."

"Fuck Eddie, I want you to . . . don't- don't want anybody else."

Jesus, where did that come from? Half an hour ago you were teetering on the edge of throttling him and now you're promising him a life-time unlimited supply of pussy.

If he replies, you can't hear him over your high-pitched whine as he pinches at your clit, strumming at you with his guitar-calloused finger tips.

"Gonna cum," you warn him, lashes fluttering at the way the heat is building in your gut and your pussy and your chest, building higher and higher, ready to take you.

Until he pulls back, totally still with his hands at your hips.

"Edddiiiieeeeeeeeeee."

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. The feeling's gone, and no amount of whining is going to get it back, the opening of your cunt trembling and dripping and empty.

He shushes you, one hand at your neck, ring biting at your throat and the chain at his wrist brushing against your chin as he pulls you close. Fat tears blur your vision until he's one big, brown smudge of hair and pink skin.

"Can't make it too easy for you, honey," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your puffy lips. You blink the tears from your eyes.

"That was mean."

His chest shakes with laughter, and some of your spend smears across your cheek as he brushes a strand of hair back behind ear. "Let's consider it payback, princess. You wanna cum this time?"

I wanted to cum the last time, you think, but don't say it. He's fucked the antagonism right out of you. "Yes, please."

He kisses you, and the angle is awkward with you propped up on your hands, his tongue halfway down your throat as his other hand guides the head of his cock back to your throbbing entrance. He slides inside with ease.

It feels better with him this close, his thrusts shorter and slower but hitting you just right, hips slapping against yours, belt and chains jangling in time with the wet squelch of your cunt. It feels better when you can taste him, running the tip of your tongue along the edge of his teeth.

"You close again, baby?" he asks between sharp breaths. You nod, feeling hot, feeling used, thighs coated with your sticky wet cum, and body trembling in his grasp.

"Eddie," his name is like a cry on your lips, everything else stolen. You can't get the other words out, can't tell him that you feel it looming and it's heavier than the last time and it's strong enough to scare you, can't tell him that you don't know what's going to happen or who you'll be on the other side. "Eddie."

He's unphased, laughing, face mashed up against your cheek. "Tell me about it."

It takes you, fucking swallows you up and spits you out. Your whole body is pulsing, a ten on the Richter scale emanating from your pussy. Total devastation.

He thrusts into a few more times, fucking you through it, short bursts that make you whimper until the quaking stops and he groans, sliding from your cunt.

"God fucking damn," Eddie says, rattling around the kitchen, and you don't have a single brain cell left to wonder what he's doing, "how was that for your first time?"

It's a good question. You shift experimentally, aching in places you didn't know existed and numb everywhere else.

He's back at your side with a wet dish towel in hand. Eddie pets it gently between your legs, cleaning up everything sticky from your skin and your hair. You just hope Rick won't mind finding a towel covered in pussy juice in his house whenever he gets out of prison.

There's a soft look in Eddie's eyes as he cleans you up, tongue caught between his teeth, and it has you gnawing on your lips—a melty feeling in your chest no orgasm could cause.

"So . . . what happens now?"

You're not sure what you're hoping for—if you want him to kiss you, or tell you he'll fuck you whenever, no strings attached, or promise he'd never bring up the way you screamed for him ever again.

Actually, you know you don't want the last one. Beyond that, you're willing to take what you can get.

"Now," Eddie says, cupping your face in his hands, "you finally get some fucking sleep."

Maybe he's being stupid on purpose, saving your question for another time when you've got a little more mental prowess available and he's not being hunted for sport. Eddie leads you to Rick's bedroom, one hand at your waist, and your exhaustion hits you in a wave. You hadn't even realized how hard you'd been working to keep your eyes open.

The rest of you might be on the edge of sleep, but your suspicion is wide awake. "Did you only fuck me to tire me out?"

Eddie chuckles, crawling onto the big mattress and guiding you up with him, his body softer beneath yours in the darkness.

"Not only," he whispers, arms tight around your waist, "but I think it worked out alright."

You're breathing steadier already, having him here. There's no need to listen for him alive outside the door when you've got his heart beat beneath you. You'd never realized how much you worried about him whenever he was out of your sight.

"Eddie?"

He's lit a cigarette—you can see the red orange tip of it glow brighter in the darkness when he takes a drag.

"What, baby?"

"I'm sorry I was a bitch to you in high school."

His chest rises and falls with steady breaths. "Don't worry about it."

And then it's quiet again, your eyelids falling closed and staying that way. Eddie keeps a hand on you—sometimes stroking gently over your arm, or nestled tight at your waist. You would have thought that kind of movement would keep you awake, but you can feel your body grow heavier against him, muscles relaxing under his touch.

"Hey, Eddie?" You don't even bother to open your eyes this time.

"What is it now?"

"Can we do that again," you ask, sentence broken up by a soft yawn, "you know, when I wake up?"

"Sure thing, baby," Eddie promises, "whenever you want."

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