One time when I was a kid a group of girls and I had to treat another student for hypothermia by ourselves because she had so many invisible health issues that the adults we asked for help didn't believe us. The student in question was actively hallucinating. When I finally ran for help the people I grabbed were slow as shit to respond, casually joking about how "dramatic" the person in question was.
The kid was picked up by an ambulance 30 minutes later.
Now as an adult working in security I get SO MANY folks- upper-middle aged mostly- coming to me to 'rat out' people they think are faking it.
I was once sent into a bathroom because a client demanded that the "fucker won't get out, so go drag them out"- I was NEVER going to do that, so I did a wellness check instead. You know who it was? A person recently released from the hospital after a car accident. They had a hole in their skull and major hearing loss. They couldn't answer the owner because they couldn't HEAR the owner.
Another time about a homeless man who got around town by kicking the ground from his wheelchair. "You know he doesn't actually need that thing, his legs work fine, it's just for pity points"- Oh, so he's not paralyzed, his wheelchair is performative? Funny story Dale, I actually know that guy, he was backed over by a truck and has chronic pain from his shattered pelvis. But sure, let's make him stand up and walk everywhere so nobody feels too bad for him and tries to help him or something.
"She doesn't need that scooter, I've seen her get out of it."
"Look how fat he is, because he just rides around and refuses to get up."
"She doesn't really need that cane- she comes here without it all the time"
Sincerely, truly, from the bottom of my heart- as someone who isn't physically disabled but hears this shit all the time- fuck off
So happy with how this came out. I rarely post here but I'm super proud of it.
To make a very long story short, this here is a saintess who's been scorned one too many times, and decides that Punishment is in order. It's time to use her divine authority for vengeance.
You waited until the others filed out of the room, grabbed Xylo by the strap across his chest, and hauled him through the storage door.
His back hit the wall when you kicked the door shut and kissed him.
His hands instantly clamped on your hips as his mouth opened against yours, teeth dragging your lower lip before his tongue followed.
You grabbed the fur lining of his collar with both fists and pulled him as close as physically possible to you.
One of his hands slid up your back while the other dug into your hip. You pushed harder into him and his head knocked against the wall. He just tilted his jaw and went deeper, messier, breathing hard through his nose.
"Door's thin," he muttered against your mouth.
"Don't care."
"Didn't say I cared. Said it was thin." He kissed you harder.
You were a mess. Spit-slick and gasping, his armor dug into your chest while you combed your hands in his hair and pulled. He groaned against you as his hips rolled forward off the wall into yours.
You bit his lip and the sound he made was barely human.
His earrings caught the light when his head tipped. His hair fell across his eyes but he didn't push it back because both of his hands were too busy dragging you closer.
His fingers found the hem of your shirt and pressed against your bare skin.
"Xylo."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
His eyes snapped to yours, furious in a way that had nothing to do with anger. His skin was flushed down his throat, his own mouth swollen and slick. He grabbed your jaw and kissed you so deep you stopped breathing, his back bracing hard against the wall, his arm banding around your waist.
Footsteps in the corridor. Once. Twice. His mouth never left yours. His grip never loosened. You grabbed his armor straps again and pulled and he groaned into you and gave you everything he had.
You broke apart gasping. He stared at you. His thumb traced your jaw, unsteady.
"Get back here," he said, sounding more wrecked than he intended.
You did, ignoring the door that rattled behind the two of you. Neither of you cared from the second this started, and you weren't going to start caring now.
Dotta Luzulas
The second the patrol rounded the corner you grabbed Dotta's wrist and yanked him behind the nearest door.
He yelped, tripped, and you caught him by the jacket, slammed the door shut, and kissed him.
His eyes went huge. Then they closed and he grabbed your arms and kissed you back clumsy and frantic, nose bumping yours.
He tasted like the candied fruit he stole off a merchant cart that morning. He was eager and uncoordinated, making small choked sounds every time you changed the angle, his pink hair crushed against your forehead.
You walked him into the wall. He went willingly, hauling you with him by fistfuls of fabric.
"W-Wait--" He broke the kiss, panting. "Is the door locked?"
"Nope."
"Shouldn't we--"
You kissed him again and he forgot the question as his hand tangled in your hair, the other grabbing your waist.
The kiss this time slower, deeper, with a focus that hadn't existed ten seconds ago. He licked into your mouth and you made a noise and felt him grin against your lips. You bit his bottom lip and the grin collapsed into a whimper.
His hips shifted against yours and he gasped, startled by himself.
"I'm supposed to be on rotation--" he managed. "Xylo's going to kill me."
"Xylo doesn't need to know."
"Xylo always knows. If not now, then later."
"Dotta."
"Yeah?"
"Stop talking about Xylo while I'm kissing you."
His ears went scarlet. "Right. Valid point."
He pulled you in by the collar and kissed you again, open-mouthed. You cupped his face and tilted his head and he whined against your tongue, his back arching off the wall into you. His hands slid down to your waist and gripped hard to keep himself steady.
You broke apart and his eyes were glazed. His mouth was red and wet. His stolen coin had fallen out of his pocket at some point and was on the floor between your feet.
"I should get that," he whispered.
"Leave it."
"I can't leave a coin, what if someone else tries to ste--"
You kissed the corner of his mouth. Then his jaw. Then his mouth again, slow. He shuddered and subtly shifted the coin under a barrel with his foot.
"O-Okay it can stay there."
Norgalle Senridge
You caught his eye during one of his hallway addresses about the proper decorum, and you tilted your head toward the side rooms. He hurriedly wrapped up his speech and none of the knights there believed for a second it was natural when they saw the two of you rush into a room.
The door barely closed before he started.
"You summoned your king most unexpect--"
You grabbed his cape and kissed him and his sentence evaporated in his throat. His eyes widened for half a beat before his broad hands landed on your hips, firm and assured, and he kissed you back thorough and unhurriedly.
You tried to push into him but he didn't budge. He pulled you flush against his chest instead, one hand flat between your shoulder blades, and opened his mouth against yours.
His mustache brushed your upper lip and his tongue slid against yours while he kissed you like this was a ceremony of some sort.
You grabbed the front of his military coat and finally managed to yank him closer. He made a low sound in his throat and his composure cracked, just slightly. His fingers dug into your back. He kissed you harder, wetter, his breathing picking up.
"Been thinking about this all day," you said against his mouth.
"As is your right. A king's beloved should never have to suppress such urges."
He walked you backward into the door and caged you there, his arms braced on either side of your head. He kissed you again, his tongue doing something that made your brain go white as he growled against your teeth and pressed you further into the wood.
You bit his lower lip and his hips jerked forward and he exhaled sharp through his nose and pulled back just enough to look at you.
His face was flushed and he was breathing hard.
"More?" he asked as the composure in his gaze began to crack.
"More." you confirmed as he cupped your face with both hands to tilt your head and kiss you so deep your knees gave out.
He made a sound against your mouth that was barely dignified and you grinned into the kiss, but he felt it and pulled back.
"Do you mock your king?"
"Never." You pulled him back in. "I just like making him lose his sense of self."
"Impossible." He kissed you again, messy and undone, though the word had never been less convincing in his entire delusional life.
Venetim Leopool
You caught him ducking out of a briefing, grabbed his arm, steered him through the nearest doorway, and shut the door. His back hit the wall and he blinked.
"What--oh." He processed. "Oh. Here? Now? With Xylo approximately forty steps--"
You kissed him and his hands flew up and landed on your arms, then your shoulders, then the sides of your face, cycling over your frame without committing.
Then his mouth softened against yours and he kissed you back with practiced ease, one hand finally settling on the back of your neck, the other curling into your shirt. The desperate sound he made between breaths nearly took your legs out from under you.
You pressed him harder into the wall. He went easily, his thin frame flattening against the stone. You bit his lower lip and whatever composure he been maintaining left the room.
"You're going to get us caught," he hissed.
Then he grabbed your collar and kissed you so hard your vision went fuzzy.
His hands were everywhere, greedy and restless, pulling at your clothes, dragging down your back, gripping your hips. Nothing at all like the meek commander everyone else got to deal with.
"You don't seem worried," you managed.
"I am extremely worried." He kissed your jaw, then the corner of your mouth, before coming back to your lips frantic and breathless. "I am also not stopping. These two facts can coexist."
"Venetim."
"Yes dear?"
"Stop talking."
He kissed you again and you grabbed his braid and tugged his head back and he moaned, eyes flying open. His throat was exposed and his chest was heaving. He stared at you from under his lashes and his expression was completely stripped.
"Do that again," he said, barely masking his begging tone.
You wrapped his braid around your fist and pulled harder as you kissed his throat. He shuddered against the wall and his hands locked on your waist and held.
"If we get caught," he breathed, "I am blaming you entirely."
Jayce Partiract
He had been in a foul mood all afternoon because some knight from the Fifth Order had looked at Neely wrong. You listened to twenty minutes of ranting about the disrespect shown to dragonkind and decided direct intervention was required.
You grabbed his scarf and pulled him into the empty storage room.
"What the hell are you--"
You pushed him again the door, slamming it shut, and kissed him. He made a sharp noise against your mouth, his hands flying to your waist on reflex. For about two seconds he stood there rigid, his eyes open as his brain tried to catch up.
Once it did, he flipped the two of you around so that you were against the door before kissing you back hard, all teeth and temper as his fingers pulled up the fabric at your hips.
You bit his bottom lip and he hissed and pressed closer, one hand bracing on the door behind you, the other sliding up your side possessive and impatient.
"You could've just said something," he muttered against your mouth.
"You were busy defending Neely's honour."
"Don't bring up Neely right now."
"You bring her up every five sec--"
He kissed you again to shut you up and it worked. His tongue slid past your lips and his hand gripped the back of your neck and he pulled you in with a force that didn't match his size at all.
His scarf was bunched between your bodies and his goggles had gotten knocked sideways on his head and he couldn't have cared less about any of it. Especially not when you grabbed him by the belt and hauled him closer.
"For the record," he panted, pulling back enough that you could see his blown pupils and his bitten-red mouth, "I'm still mad about the Neely thing."
"For the record, I don't care." you replied before yanking him back into another kiss.
Tsav
You didn't even have to trick him into the room. You just opened the door and said "come here" and Tsav walked in grinning with that gap-toothed smile already going, already talking.
"Oh, are we doing something secret? I love secret things. One time in the order they made us practice moving through rooms without making any noise and I was actually terrible at it because I kept--"
You shut the door and pushed him against it and kissed him. He laughed into your mouth and then his hands landed on you, palms warm against your back, pulling you in without a shred of hesitation.
Tsav kissed you back messily but enthusiastically with absolutely no technique to speak of. He just went for it, mouth open and grinning even while his lips were on yours, his fingers drumming restlessly against your spine.
You pulled back half an inch. "You're still smiling?"
"Yeah, cause this is great. Why wouldn't I be smiling?--You just grabbed me and kissed me. That's the best thing that's happened today. Possibly this week. Possibly since I got out of solitary, which--"
You kissed him again and he hummed happily against you, tilting his head as he started to move with more intent. His mouth slowed down as his hand slid up to cup the side of your face. His thumb traced your cheekbone and for a brief, startling moment, Tsav was completely quiet.
Then you nipped his bottom lip and the quiet was over.
"Okay I loved that."
"Which part?"
"All of it. From start to finish."
"Tsav."
"What?"
"Shut up and kiss me, we're not done yet."
"See, people keep telling me to shut up but I physically can't, it's like a medical--"
You grabbed a fistful of his jacket and kissed him hard enough to actually stop his words this time. His back hit the door and he melted into it as his hands pulling you flush against him. When you finally broke apart his eyes were half-lidded and dazed, his mouth was red and his hair was a wrecked.
He was quiet for three full seconds.
"... Tsav sweetie? Are you alright?"
He pulled you back in for another kiss without a word.
Rhyno
He was waiting for you when you opened the door, already inside the room, standing in the middle of it with that easy smile of his, his gloved hands folded behind his back.
You hadn't told him to meet you here yet.
"How did you know I--"
"I had a feeling." His blonde hair fell across his forehead and his eyes tracked you as you shut the door. "You've been looking at me all day, waiting to pounce."
"I have not--"
"Oh but you have. During the briefing. During combat. During the celebration dinner..." He counted each one off with visible delight. "I noticed."
You crossed the room and grabbed the front of his black uniform and kissed him. He received it with perfect composure and an unsettling amount of pleasure.
His hands settled on your hips and he pulled you against him slow and controlled, his mouth curving into a smile against yours before he opened up and kissed you properly.
You bit his lip and his fingers flexed hard on your hips. His eyes opened. Still smiling.
"Someone's fiesty today," he muttered lowly.
You slammed your lips on his again and he made let out pleased sigh as he walked you backward, your shoulders meeting the wall. His frame blocked out the rest of the room while he kissed you deeper, one gloved hand cradling the back of your head, the other pressing flat against the wall beside you.
"Mm, you might just be the best part of this whole operation..." he murmured against your mouth. "All of you. Everything... I mean that."
Something hungry yet adoring flickered behind his eyes when he said that before kissing you again, gentle and devouring all at once.
He broke the kiss sooner than he'd like to give you a chance to catch your breath, tightening his arms around you to hide the devious curl of his lips.
"My favorite comrade~" he cooed against your ear.
a/n. This one is jus purely self-indulgent tbh Hope you enjoyed!
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