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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (86/?)

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“Good to be home,” Dredge groans and flops into her deck chair. “I kinda miss it when we ain't here.”

“You're the only one,” Twist mutters, and Birdy, at her elbow, laughs.

“You're just mad ‘cause you get the squeaky chair,” Dredge calls back. “You're a poor sport, is what you are!” Twist flips her off before disappearing into the house proper. Dredge laughs.

Lucinda settles into one of the chairs, Siri into another, Drummer into a third, Birdy into a fourth. The others trail after Twist, and there's the sound of bags hitting the floor, good natured grumbling, jostling for position.

“Watch, Runner, Burn, you’re on watch for the night,” Lucinda calls.

“Got it, boss,” Runner calls back.

“No sleeping on the job this time.”

“That happened once,” Runner whines, leans out the window to frown at Lucinda. “A girl’s gotta get her beauty sleep.”

“Just try not to let them steal our chairs this time.”

“I’ll do my best!” Runner agrees, and salutes.