#I really made a new ao3 account after seven years

[azacello]

It took one week from me inwardly judging that viral post showing off about how much someone read every day (bc it was fanfic) to frenziedly searching the internet for alternate timeline geto x gojo and teenage matchablossom fics after not having read fanfic since I was 17…. This happened in One week. Just bc I had free time and watched jjk and sk8….

Karma you bastard

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Touya "Dabi" Todoroki x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you are given one NYE that you will never forget when Keigo invites your friends over for a game of strip Uno and you become acutely aware of how attractive Dabi is. 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Flirting; Stripping; Threesome; Verbal Consent; Mutual Oral; Double Deepthroat; Double Cunnilingus (Hawks & Dabi both eat your pussy); Big Dicks; Spitting; Hair-Pulling; Degradation & Praise; Spitroast; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Throatpie; Dabi Calls You "Baby Doll"; L-Bombs; Aftercare; Loud, Sneaky Sex

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Someone gave me this idea in a comment. Originally, I was just gonna write a smutty holiday chapter for Hawks for NYE, but Hawks AND Dabi?? I couldn't resist. Enjoy & happy holidays! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BIRD BABY DADDY! -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.

Read on AO3 here!

Songs Mentioned in this Chapter:

Umbrella - Rihanna

Can I - Kehlani

Moodswings - Pop Smoke

Touch It (Do It Well Pt. 4) - DVSN

OTW - Jhene Aiko ft. Mila J

Sit On It - Jazmine Sullivan ft. Ari Lennox

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Bonus Chapter: New Year, New Experiences.

Dabi has always been nice-looking, but seeing him now has made you realize how attractive he really is. 

When the fuck did he get this fine?

You can't help but wonder this as you nurse your second glass of Moscato of the night, then feel extremely guilty for it. You look down at your drink, wondering if the alcohol is having more of a deeper effect on you than you anticipated.

Usually, at this point, you’re giving major “fuck me” eyes to your boyfriend. Which you are…but to your childhood friend as well. 

They both stand in the kitchen you and Keigo share now, whipping up snack plates and cocktails for your NYE celebration. Keigo had suggested you celebrate at your shared crib tonight and invite Rumi and Dabi over too. You had asked what he wanted to do for New Years this year about a week ago after the chaos and festivities of Christmas faded. 

“I really don't wanna go out,” he said, your feet in his lap and his hands expertly rubbing them, massaging out the kinks. He laughed at your bewildered expression. “Shocking, I know, but after Christmas, I’m just not feelin’ like bein’ out in the streets and around too many people…or spendin’ money.”

And he did go all out for Christmas, gifting you at least $1k in gifts and presenting all of his employees and interns at his agency with gift cards (and two weeks off for Christmas and New Year's). 

“But since you asked, I just wanna stay in and invite the gang over for a private celebration…have food, drink, games…is that okay with you?” Before you could even reply, he immediately talked over you, softening the blow that he was sure he made. “We can still go out if you want. I wouldn’t wanna keep you cooped up in here if you–“ 

You stop him by pressing a finger to his plump lips. “Keigo,” you interrupt him. “That sounds like a great idea. I’ll call Rumi and Dabi right now to see if they wanna join us.”

His wide, golden eyes stared at you for a moment in shock before softening, relieved that you weren’t upset. So you hit up Rumi who was a definite yes and Dabi to see if he had enough free time to come out for the night. 

“Only if I can make my famous drinks,” he said in his raspy, chain-smoker voice. “The cinnamon fireballs. I’ll send you the recipe so you can grab the shit for it.”

You groaned over the phone, already envisioning the chaos in store for you. Dabi swears he can mix drinks like a bartending pro. “Okay, but just don’t blow up my kitchen,” you warned. 

My kitchen. You are still getting used to calling all of the things in Keigo’s penthouse yours, but sometimes, it just comes out naturally: my kitchen; my living room; my bed. Shortly after the Billboard Event, you moved into Keigo’s home, albeit secretly.

You had to pay the moving men double to move your shit out of Rumi’s place at night in order to avoid paparazzi, but in a week, you were settled. Though Rumi misses you, she also doesn’t mind the privacy, especially when she's able to bring someone home and have as much loud sex as she wants. 

Though almost a month has passed since you moved in with Keigo, you’re still adjusting to this new way of life, especially since you’re not just a roomie to Keigo. You’re his girlfriend. His partner. Every time you wake up next to him and see the sun shine against his hair and long eyelashes, you are reminded of this. It’s like the fact remerges in your brain every single morning despite nothing changing. And you hope it never does. 

“The snacks are almost done!” Keigo happily calls into the living room where you and Rumi sit. “You’re never gonna wanna leave when you get a taste of these babies.”

Rumi rolls her eyes at you, twirling a lock of her hair. “I’ll be the judge of that,” she scoffs. Her silvery, long hair is tied up in a high ponytail while she adorns a Christmas sweater and booty shorts that make her muscular, firm ass look extra delicious and envious. 

Opposite to her cozy, lived-in look, you’re wearing Keigo’s oversized cashmere sweater that looks like a dress on you and hip-hugging skinny jeans. You also slathered on some lip gloss and nail polish to look presentable tonight, at least wanting to feel pretty with company around.

“The fireballs are almost done too,” Dabi announces. “Rumi, you still like extra tequila in yours?” Rumi gives him a look which makes him laugh. “Y/N, you want one too?” he curiously asks. 

You take a look at the kitchen counter through the threshold of the kitchen, finding a huge bottle of tequila open and cinnamon dusting the countertop. “I’m good with Moscato, thanks,” you say. “I’m not tryin’ to burn my tonsils out.” Dabi shrugs a shoulder, snorting. “Suit yourself, but my stuff is good. I’d even make it lighter for you.” 

Keigo cackles as he moves behind his friend, kicking him in the ankle as he does. “Bitch, you don’t know how to make any drink light!”

Dabi rolls his eyes and turns back around to finish the drinks, his arms and back muscles flexing under his black tee that seems to stick to his upper body something sinful. You thought this when he first arrived at your front door thirty minutes ago after getting dropped off by his assigned guard for the night. “Welcome!” you cheerfully greeted him, only for your voice to die in your throat once you got a look at him. 

Looking at him now, you become highly aware of how attractive he’s gotten since he’s been in prison. His lean, scrawny body as a kid and teen have gone away, now replaced with muscle like hard grant though he still has that leanness to him that makes him appear skinny under his clothes. But anyone who saw how tight his shirt is would realize that they’ve been duped. He has obviously been working out to build such muscle and tone his body, no doubt using his time to focus on his health. 

And he looks good. Especially with his snow-white hair, which he has opted to keep instead of his black hair, that makes his crystal blue eyes pop. Every time he looks at you, you feel like he is stealing the very breath out of you…and it’s fucking weird.

Where did this attraction come from? Though you’ve always known your friend is cute, you’ve never been attracted to Dabi. Even the one time you played Spin the Bottle back in middle school and you were dared to kiss by Keigo and Rumi, nothing came from that. It was a stupid, little kid thing that happened after school behind the building, in the setting spring sun.

After, you decided you worked better as friends which he agreed with and since then, you’ve been nothing but friends. Yet there you were, staring him down as he stood at the door, waiting for you to let him in. 

He raised his pierced eyebrow at you and your speechlessness. “Well?” he asks. “You gonna let me in or what?”

Realizing you were standing at the door like a moron, you quickly let him in, your face hot. He gave you a weird look as he shimmied into the room, immediately bombarded by the Bunny Hero. “Dabi, you’re here!” Rumi squeals, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. “Damn, what have you been eatin’, man? You’re bigger than me now!” 

Dabi chuckled, squeezing her tight before yanking on her ears, making her shriek. You watched, still confused as to what just happened. “Dabi’s here?” Keigo called from the kitchen. “Tell him to come in here and help me get these veggies ready!”

Dabi clucked his tongue, giving you a sly side eye. “Only five seconds in and he’s already fucking up,” he chuckles. “You picked a good one, doll.” 

And you did. You know you did. Keigo is the best boyfriend and sexiest man in the world…and yet here you are, staring down his best friend. Your best friend. Even now as you sip your wine, you can’t understand it. Are you just horny?

Since the holiday season, you’ve been more stressed and extremely horny lately, leading you and Keigo to try new things in the bedroom. It’s been an interesting and exciting adventure for you both.

Handcuffs and rope; sensory and roleplaying; all kinds of kinky shit that has led to conversations about more things to try…and things that you’ll keep private for now.

Things that you are interested in that you won’t dare tell Keigo right now. With how possessive he is, he just wouldn’t go along with it and you wouldn’t make him. So you’ve kept it to yourself, instead fantasizing and wondering all of those “what ifs”. 

You’re so deep in your troubling thoughts that you barely see Keigo saunter into the room in his cute apron with a tray of appetizers: homemade fried cauliflower bites, cheesesteak egg rolls, and a gorgeous veggie plate of orange carrots, green celery, and bright red tomatoes with all kinds of dipping sauces in the middle.

“Wow, this looks amazing, babe,” you coo. “You really went all out for us tonight.” Keigo smiles proudly as he lowers the food down on the coffee table. “Oh, that’s not even the best part, baby bird,” he chuckles. 

Dabi then emerges from the kitchen carrying a tray of mugs filled with his fireballs and cinnamon sticks. He lowers the tray down and gives Keigo a smirk as the winged pro pulls out a bag of weed and a game of Uno. You and Rumi immediately abrupt into laughter, knowing exactly what is in store for tonight. “It’s almost 2024!” Keigo chuckles, popping a carrot into his mouth. "Might as well celebrate to the fullest.” 

“Strip Uno,” Rumi cackles, nudging you. “Y/N, your man is one horny motherfucker. Are you treating him right or does he have something to tell us?” You roll your eyes as you flush in Keigo's sweater. “Shut up,” you giggle. “And you know damn well that I treat Keigo very well.” You and he share a secretive smile, one that immediately propels you into memories of endless nights and days of good ass sex. 

Rumi makes a disgusted face, hopping away from you to the other end of the couch. “Ugh, don’t even remind me. I’m so tired of seeing you two suck faces when we’re out.” While Dabi snorts into his drink, Keigo pulls on one of Rumi’s ears. “Ooooh, someone’s jealous,” he sing-songs. “I always knew you wanted this sexy ass, cotton tail.” You swear, you’ve never seen Rumi look so uncomfortable in her life and it makes you nearly choke on your Moscato laughing. 

You help Keigo and Dabi move the coffee table to the middle of the floor with your snacks, drinks, and game in tow while Rumi hooks her 2000s hits playlist up to the TV. Soon, the sound of Rihanna’s “Umbrella” fills the living room space.

After everything it set up, you sit down on the floor across from Rumi while Dabi takes your left and Keigo takes your right. “Okay, so before we start, I wanna propose a toast,” Keigo happily states, raising his mug. You three groan exhaustively and he pulls the cutest pout. “C’mooon, this is one of the only times in weeks we’ve all been together since the Billboard Event!” 

Though indifferent to the idea, Rumi raises her mug while you raise your glass of Moscato. Dabi notices, his expression albeit blank. “You sure you don’t want none of this?” he asks, nodding at his drink.

Then a sly smirk quirks onto his lips. “Or is it ‘cause you can’t handle it?” he teases, ever the asshole. Usually, his teasing doesn’t bother you, but tonight, it does. Along with the way his voice dips into a deeper, raspier tone when he says it. 

You give him a look to hide your reaction, daring him to try you. “Dabi, you know I can’t handle it. You make drinks like you’re trying to poison people.” He shrugs a shoulder though he is still smirking. “Fair point, but a sip won’t hurt.”

He passes a mug to you but doesn’t hand it to you. His blue eyes flick from the drink to you, patiently waiting for you to take a sip. It’s as if he’s silently asking you, “Do you trust me?” Or maybe the Moscato is just speaking to you at this point. “Toast!” Keigo shouts, interrupting your thoughts. “To a new year of new experiences and new journeys with old friends.” 

He smiles at each you fondly, his golden eyes twinkling with utter joy. Deciding quickly, you take Dabi’s drink and hold it up with the others. “Cheers!” you all shout before downing Dabi’s drink. It’s only a sip, but it’s enough to taste the strong tequila and sweet cinnamon mixed in it. Though your throat burns as it goes down, the sweetness is addicting. Dabi looks proud as you lower the mug down. “See?” he murmurs. “Nothing you couldn’t handle.” You resist the urge to think of something else besides the drink. 

“Uno time!” Rumi bellows, taking the cards to shuffle while Dabi begins rolling a blunt to pass between you four. Keigo takes a seat next to you, his eyes already set dead on you. “Come sit close to me, baby bird,” he coos, wrapping an arm around your lower back. “You look so fuckin’ cute tonight. I can’t keep my eyes off of you, even for the game.”

You do as he requests, snuggling in close despite being in your friends’ company, loving how he smells so much like cinnamon and the brown sugar soap you got him for Christmas. You also bought him Burberry cologne which he has sprayed on his skin, making him absolutely irresistible to you. Add in the black cashmere sweater and sweats that hide one of your favorite parts of him, and you’re ready to use him as a seat. 

“Well, you’d better,” Dabi grumbles, glaring at both of you. “Nobody’s tryin’ to see you two eye fuck for the next few hours.” Keigo presses a finger to your cheek, turning your head to face him. “Ignore him. He’s just jealous that I’ve got such a gorgeous woman to cuddle up with at night and all he’s got is a pillow.”

You put a hand on his arm and squeeze, shaking your head in warning. Too far. But Dabi isn’t bothered by the jab, simply sprinkling marijuana into a piece of paper. “You’d be surprised how many visitors I get who wanna replace that pillow,” he retorts. “I get a lot of fan mail too…mostly nudes.” 

You give a big, ugly cackle at this. “Oh, I believe it,” Rumi snickers. “Plenty of people are attracted to villains, bad boys, and emotionally damaged men with tattoos and piercings.” She gives Dabi a shit-eating grin while he pegs a carrot at her, making you and Keigo crack up.

You go to pick out a cauliflower from the veggie plate, but accidentally brush your fingers against Dabi’s reaching for the same thing. “Oh, sorry!” you squeak, quickly snatching your hand back. Your friend barely bats an eyelash. “Take it,” he says carelessly. “No big deal. I’m still rollin’ up anyway.” 

You do so, slowly reaching for a cauliflower and dipping into the ranch dressing. Your movements are robotic, mechanical, as you chew and swallow, feeling Dabi’s eyes on you. You can tell he wants to ask, but he doesn’t and you find yourself drinking some more of his drink to push away your nagging thoughts.

Fortunately, Rumi interrupts the awkward moment. “Game time!” she shouts. “I’ll deal and then we can start. Everybody know and remember the rules of strip Uno?” You each nod having played this game dozens of times (mostly tipsy or high). It usually ends in either someone halfway naked. 

After downing the rest of your Moscato, you feel looser, you go first and put a red card down. The turns go right (Keigo, Rumi, Dabi) before settling on you again when the color is changed to yellow. You take a card and read it, groaning at the instructions. “Oooh, first loser down!” Rumi giggles, taking Dabi’s finished blunt from him. “Read it to us, babe.” Keigo tries to look over your shoulder, but you shoo him away.

“Take six cards or strip off your shirt,” you read. “Well, I don’t wanna take six cards, so…” You feel yourself stripping off Keigo's sweater to reveal your lacy red bra underneath. 

You feel warm under Keigo and Dabi’s gazes, one of which you can feel burning into you though you don’t look. “Oooh, sexy,” Rumi chuckles, puffing on her blunt. “Now it’s your turn, Keigo.”

She passes the blunt back to Dabi who takes a hit, smoke billowing from his lips and nostrils in clouds. His eyes are blue slits that regard yours as you glance at him from the corner of your eye. Keigo takes his turn, putting down yellow before Rumi takes hers. “Take eight cards or tell the person beside you to take off their shirt,” she reads. She gives Dabi a sheepish smile. “Sorry, Dabi, but…” 

Keigo cackles hysterically while Dabi rolls his eyes, passing his blunt to you. You don’t know why but you take a hit, already feeling the affects of the alcohol mingle with the weed. You feel lighter and more comfortable.

“You guys are fuckin’ whores,” he growls but he can't hide his smile as he stands up to strip for you and your friends. You turn away from him just as he goes to untuck his shirt, instead turning all of your attention to your boo. “Aww, I was hoping you’d pick a card,” you playfully whine, snugging into Keigo's arm. 

You not-so-innocently push your breasts against his forearm, catching his attention. “You tryna get me to strip?” he chuckles, raising a brow at you. “Maybe later and then it’ll be all for you. Just be glad we’re not alone ‘cause this pretty bra would be off by now.”

He glides a finger down the strap of your bra to one of the cups, staring intensely at the lace. “If you two are gonna do that, get a fuckin’ room,” Dabi interrupts. 

You turn back to him and wish you didn’t: he stands before you in all of his semi-nakedness, jeans sagging low, bare skin and lean, inked muscle on display. “Daaaamn, you did get cut, Dabi!” Rumi hollers. “Just look at this fuckin’ guy!” 

And you are. Your eyes roam over his toned abs and pectorals where you catch two nipple rings hanging from his pink nipples. His arms and right side are covered in tattoos along with his collarbone which holds his little brother’s (Shoto) name. You know that all of his siblings’ and mother’s name are tattooed on him; just not his father. Realizing how long you’ve been staring, you look away, instead staring down at the table. “Shit, I can beat that,” Keigo scoffs. “Just you wait.” 

After twenty minutes of playing and the first round being completed, Keigo successfully stripped off his shirt and shoes before hurrying to the bathroom because of the alcohol. Meanwhile, Dabi is washing dishes and Rumi is scrolling through her phone and smoking on the last of the blunt, waiting for Keigo to come back so you can continue. You, luckily, only stripped off your top for the first round and quickly throw it back on before taking your glasses to the kitchen.

“I’m gonna go put these in the sink,” you announce and Rumi only hums in response. When you walk into the kitchen, you are met with Dabi’s muscular back and a large, snake-like dragon snaking from his lower back and curling up the back of his right forearm. It moves and flexes whenever his arms move, making his back muscles bulge. 

Finding your voice, you greet him. “Hey, just came in to wash these.” He turns to look at you over his shoulder before nodding at the soapy, hot water in the sink. “Put ‘em over here; I’ve got it.”

You do so, lowering the glasses on the counter for him to wash. You press your back against the counter’s edge, watching him. Silence swells around you, but this one isn’t comfortable; it’s awkward and heated, filled with tension. “It’s really good to see you, y’know,” you chirp, trying to ease the tension. “I was so upset you couldn’t make it for Christmas.” 

Dabi puts a tray on the drying rack, focused yet still answering you. “Yeah, my CO was on my ass about that fight I had, but I wasn’t gonna miss this chance to smoke a good blunt and hang with you losers. Everyone seems to be so scared about my new body, includin’ you.”

His blue eyes side-eye you, making your stomach flip. “I’m not!” you squeak. “It’s just a shock seeing you look so…” Sexy. “Big,” you decide. “But whatever trainer you got in prison, give them my number.” 

He chuckles at this, the deep rumble making something swirl inside your gut. He then goes back to doing what he was doing, but only for a few seconds, until he speaks again. “What?” he finally asks. You blink at him. “What?” you dumbly parrot. He turns to you fully, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. “I can feel you starin’ mad hard at me, Y/N. You’re not discreet in the slightest.” Again, you feel hot in your sweater with shame. At this rate, you may as well strip and throw yourself at him with how much you’re staring at him. 

“Is that a new tattoo?” you tentatively ask, pointing at the dragon. “I don’t remember seeing that before.” Dabi hums out a yes as he dunks a mug into the soapy water. “Had it done a month ago durin’ one of my free days when I didn’t visit you or Hawks. It hurt like a bitch, but it looks decent, don’t it?”

You slowly nod, admiring the way the dark green scales on the dragon complement his skin. It reminds you so much of the dragon from the ‘Spirited Away’ movie, just darker. “It’s…beautiful,” you softly say, more to yourself than to him.

And before you can stop yourself, you’re reaching out to drag your fingers down Dabi’s spine, making his body clench. “S-Sorry!” you stutter, snatching your hand away. “I should’ve asked to–“ 

“It’s fine,” he interrupts, but still looks perplexed. He looks as if he hasn’t been touched in years and isn’t sure how to handle it. But he shocks you when he turns his back to face you, giving you full advantage of his tattoo. “Touch it,” he encourages. “Y/N, it’s just me.”

Right. This is just Touya Todoroki. Your friend since childhood. The same guy that was afraid of public pools, eats charred marshmallows, and loves his steak well done.

The friend you’ve been dying to get back since he joined LOV and have missed since he went to prison. And yet, looking at him now and feeling his warm skin under your fingertips when you touch him, you don’t see him as any of that. You see him much differently. 

You run your hand over his back, feeling his muscles flex and his warm skin. He stands there, not speaking or moving, letting you touch him. It’s so intimate. So sensual.

When you pull away, he finally turns to face you, his expression blank and eyes intense. His hand then moves to lightly touch your wrist, sending currents of electricity through you.

“Yoooo!” Keigo’s call suddenly drifts into the kitchen, making you flinch and jump away from Dabi’s touch. He pokes his head into the kitchen, grinning. “I’m back!” he announces. “We ready for another round or what?” 

Dabi smirks at his friend as if nothing happened. And nothing did…right? “Sure,” he replies. “Just let me pour us some shots first.”

Keigo hums delightedly, practically floating into the kitchen. “Lemme help you. Baby, pass me that bag of lemons and limes in the fridge, please?” You do so, your hands trembling somewhat as you open the fridge and hand the bags of fruit to your boyfriend. “Thank you, darlin’,” he coos, winking at you. “Now go and sit down! Let your men take care of you.” 

Your men. You can’t help but stay stuck on that as you quickly walk out of the kitchen, not once looking at Dabi. Rumi is still in the same position you left her in, laying on the floor on her phone. You nervously pick at a loose thread on your skinny jeans, keeping your voice low to avoid the guys hearing. “Rumi?” you softly question.

She looks up from her phone, blinking. “Hm?” she questionably hums. You sit down next to her, folding your knees under you. “Does Dabi seem…different…to you tonight?” you carefully ask, your words slow and deliberate, like you’re carefully picking each word like they are fruit. 

Rumi stares at you, confused. “Uh…other than his new set of muscles and the tattoo, no.” She squints at you suspiciously, making you hot like a spotlight is on you now. “Why? Do you think they’re something different about him?”

You gnaw on your bottom lip, unsure of how to answer. But this is Rumi! Your girl and confidant. She’d never judge you for anything. “He just seems more…attractive, I guess,” you shyly murmur.

She barely bats an eye. In fact, she smiles. “I figured there was a reason you were staring at him so hard tonight,” she chuckles, earning you a shocked look. “What, you thought I didn’t notice?” At the sight of your panic, she rubs your back. “Relax, girly. Keigo didn’t notice anything. That bird is in his fucking world tonight.” 

Oh, yes, Keigo. Your boyfriend. Your very happy, amazing, wonderful boyfriend who is oh-so overjoyed that you’re all together here tonight. “God, I’m so stupid!” you groan, putting your head in your hands. “What am I doing? Here I am with one of the sexiest men in Japan and an amazing boyfriend, and yet, I’m eye-fucking our childhood friend!” 

“Well, to be fair, you did say you wanted to try to do other things with Keigo in the bedroom,” Rumi says as she puffs on her blunt. “You remember tellin’ me about that threesome kink of yours? If you don’t, I’d understand. You were downing those cocktails like they were water.”

You groan embarrassingly because yes, you do remember that night: it was a month ago before Thanksgiving when the moon was full, the night was young, and you were full of drinks during girls’ night. There, you spilled to Rumi, Nemuri, and Yu about your secret threesome kink and wanting so badly to ask Keigo to participate in one. 

You can't help the way you get so wet at the thought of having two men please you or being one of the people to please them. You’ve had this fantasy for a while, dreaming of Keigo and another sexy, mystery man occupying your bed, hands and mouths all over you, two cocks inside you. But you’ve never brought it to Keigo’s attention.

“Unfortunately, yes,” you sigh, “but that doesn’t mean I should be eyeing my own best friend!” You feel like crying, mostly because of the alcohol. “I feel like a slut,” you whimper. “And not in a good way.” 

Noticing your internal fight, Rumi quickly steps in to ease your shitty feelings. “Personally, I don’t see what the big deal is. You just stared at the guy! You didn’t try to suck his dick or anything.”

You flinch at her words, not wanting to picture that. “But if it’s really got your panties in a twist, just pull Keigo to the side and talk about it. Knowing his freak ass, he’ll probably be okay with it. He’d probably even suggest a threesome himself.” She gives you a sly smirk. “No way,” you scoff in disbelief. 

“Mark my words,” she giggles. “Personally, I approve of this sluttiness in you, girl. I think you should fuck both of them to really end this year with a bang.”

You could've strangled her right then. “You’re not helping!” you growl, swatting her hand away as she cackles. “Not helping with what?” Keigo asks, making you squeak in surprise. You turn, seeing him and Dabi standing behind you carrying a tray of tequila shots. “U-Uh, with my cards!” you quickly reply. “She won’t show me how to shuffle ‘em.” 

You turn to Rumi with a glare, making her crack up even more. 

After almost two hours of playing, stripping, drinking, smoking, and shooting the shit, things start to finally wind down an hour before midnight. Rumi is fast asleep on the couch, snuggled into her pillow and softly snoring, while Dabi has ventured outside to have a smoke.

He sits in the cold December air in only his jeans and socks. You don’t ask him if he’s cold, knowing he’ll refuse his shirt or a blanket. You take it upon yourself to clean up before tomorrow morning, washing dishes and wiping down the counters. You plan on making a big New Year’s Day breakfast for your friends––blueberry pancakes, eggs, and plenty of mimosas. 

You’re just about to rinse the soap off of your hands in the sink when you suddenly feel two arms slink around your waist and a very hard chest press into your back. Keigo's scent of cinnamon and Burberry cologne enchants your nostrils.

“There you are, baby bird,” he murmurs. “Where’d you run off to?” You smile, pressing back into him. “Just to clean up so we don’t have to worry about it in the morning.” You turn around in his arms, noticing his hooded gaze and lopsided smirk. “Somebody’s drunk,” you giggle. 

He hums in agreement and presses his hips into you where you feel a very noticeable hard-on. “And very, very hard for you,” he softly growls in your ear. “I know you can feel me pressin’ up against you right now.”

And you can; it’s impossible not to. Immediately, your body temperature rises and you feel a tingle between your legs. His hands move under his sweater draped over your body and glide up and down your sides, his fingertips gliding against your skin. He whistles as he does so, somehow making that tingling sensation even more intense.

“You have the sexiest body, baby, I swear,” he sighs. “I’m so fuckin’ lucky. You make me so horny every time I see you, but without the clothes? That’s even better!” 

His compliment makes you bashfully giggle, always loving to receive such love and admiration from your man. “Thank you, baby,” you shyly reply. “The feeling is mutual.”

You stroke your hands up his naked chest as he kisses you, playfully and passionately. He begins to walk forward, pushing you against the counter and trapping you between it and him.

You’re now at his total mercy, his mouth and hands all over you, the taste of wine and cinnamon on his tongue as he swirls it with yours. Soft moans mingle in the air between you, only heard by your and his ears alone…though soon, if you keep this up, someone may become privy to what’s happening in the kitchen just a few steps from them in the living room. 

Reading your mind, Keigo pulls away and runs a thumb over your bottom lip. “Let’s go upstairs,” he says, a suggestive smirk playing on his lips. “I don’t wanna waste this moment. Don’t worry; Rumi is dead on our couch and Dabi is on the balcony. They won’t hear a thing.”

You believe the part about Rumi after being her roommate for so long, but Dabi? What if he does hear you?

You wouldn’t want to make him uncomfortable enough to leave. But with the way Keigo is giving you such a heated stare, you can’t resist. So you go with him, listening to your pussy instead of your head. You let him steal you away and lead you upstairs to your shared bedroom by your hand, softly giggling to each other as you walk past Rumi sound asleep. 

As soon as you’re inside the room, alone at last, Keigo shuts the door behind him and uses his wings to wrap around you. He drags you into his body and arms, crushing his lips to yours in another passionate kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck and his wrap around your waist, both of you locked together in an embrace as you kiss, and kiss, and kiss. The more you do, the wetter you get until your body is begging for more. Keigo’s lips leave yours to busy on your neck.

“I can’t get over how sexy you are,” he murmurs. “I would’ve rathered you strip for me instead of our friends.” He pauses for a moment, pulling away to stare at you, befuddled. Then a secretive smile pulls at his lips. 

“Actually, you can do that for me now,” he chuckles and pulls himself away from you. You resist the urge to follow him, instead staring at him across the room, burning up for him.

“Y’see, baby, I feel like since the holidays, we’ve barely had much time to be together, just you and I,” he lustfully explains. “But now, here we are alone, and I wanna take advantage of it. So I’m gonna sit here”–he pauses to sit on the bench at the foot of your king-sized bed, smirking–“and you’re gonna strip for me.” He takes his phone and plays a song for you––“Can I” by Kehlani––and leans back, legs spread. 

He doesn’t explain anything more to you. Neither one of you talk. The only sounds are of the TV softly playing from downstairs and the music playing on his phone.

You feel nervous, the alcohol’s magic beginning to wear off. But something in the way Keigo stares you down has you moving, giving him exactly what he wants. You let the music take control of your body, letting your hips sway and your fingers play with the edges of Keigo's sweater. You slowly, tantalizingly, slip it up your body to reveal your bra and discard it.

Then off comes your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping your fly before sloooowly dragging it down your legs to reveal your naked thighs and lace panties. 

You can practically hear Keigo salivating at the sight of you as you twirl for him, bending over and moving your ass in his face. You flip your hair and look over your shoulder, becoming the woman he is seeking tonight: a vixen. A slut.

Because that’s all you want to be tonight for him too. Turning around, you walk over to him, relishing his gaze upon you, and grasp his shoulders before hooking one leg over his lap. You take a seat and begin to grind yourself into his lap, causing your knee to brush against his crotch. He groans softly as your knee caresses his hardened cock, his hands gripping your hips. “Fuck, baby,” he groans. “That feels so good.” 

You feel the same, biting your lip at the pleasurable sensations of his thigh rubbing against your pantyliner. “I think it’d feel even better with these off,” you giggle, tugging at his shirt. You stare down at him through your lashes, a sexy smile pulling at your lips. “Don’t you wanna join me?” You’ve never seen Keigo move so fast before, even while fighting villains. Instantly, his shirt is off and you help him out of his pants until is just in his briefs. He then hooks his hands under your ass and hikes you up, your arms and legs wrapping around him instinctively. 

Then you’re soaring through the air and bouncing onto the mattress, the air leaving your lungs. “Get your pretty ass up there,” he grunts, grinning at the sound of your laughter.

He swoops down onto you, pressing a kiss to your lips as his chain necklaces press against your bosom, cold metal against heated skin. He pulls away to press kisses down your legs and thighs, prying them open to get a good look at what lies in between. He hums appreciatively at your scent and the sight of red against your brown skin and juicy thighs.

“Mmm, someone’s excited,” he chuckles. He glides one finger over your panty line, soaked through. You moan at the slight contact, your toes curling. “Whatchu want me to do?” he teasingly asks, smirking down at you. 

He begins to rub a thumb over your clit, causing your panties to become wetter and more uncomfortable.

“Kei,” you whimper. “Please.” Keigo’s eyes grow darker, his wings fluffier. “That’s not what I asked,” he teasingly yet firmly states. “C’mon, mama, give me your words. Tell me what you want Daddy to do.” He then ducks down to press an open-mouthed kiss to your clit, nearly making you jump straight out of your skin.

“Taste me,” you whisper. “Put this pussy in your mouth. Please, Keigo, I’m begging y–!” Before you can finish, your boyfriend is already pulling down your panties, pressing his tongue against your clit and sucking gently on the little bundle of nerves. 

Keigo is a certified master at eating pussy. He puts his whole mouth on it, in it, swirling his tongue and flicking it just right against your clit. He holds you open, spreading your thighs apart as he laps at your cunt and even your asshole (because he’s also an ass man).

He eats up all of your holes, eagerly licking, sucking, and lapping at them until you’re moaning, whimpering, gasping for air. You see stars behind your eyelids and your body twists against the comforter neatly spread across the bed. Your hands grasp his golden strands of hair as you feel your first orgasm quickly dawning, rising to reach its peak.

You can’t keep quiet––your sounds of utter pleasure release out of you, bouncing off of the walls. “F-Fuck, Keigo!” you sob, not even realizing how loud you are. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s so good! I’m gonna cum, baby! I’m gonna cum! I’m…I’m–“ 

Knock, knock.

A gasp erupts from you as your heartbeat accelerates at the sound of the bedroom door. “Yeah?” Keigo asks, not even sounding scared or impatient. The door opens and there appears Dabi. He doesn’t even blink at the fact that you’re semi-naked. “If you two were tryin’ to be secretive, you’re not doin’ a good job at all,” he blandly says. “Y'all are loud as fuck. I could hear you all the way downstairs.” 

You try to squirm away, but Keigo holds you still, his hands still pinning your thighs open. “Oh, forreal?” he laughs as if this whole thing is funny. “Sorry, man. It’s just been a while for us.”

He gazes down at you before looking back at Dabi, smirking. “Well, since you’re here, you wanna join in or just watch?”

You stare at your boyfriend like he just lost his last few brain cells. “Keigo, what the fuck are you talking about?” you hiss. “Are you crazy?! Why would you even ask him that?!” 

“I actually wouldn’t mind either,” Dabi announces, shocking and confusing you even further. His head cocks to the side, looking at your spread-open pussy from another angle.

“Seein’ her spread out like this is a definite treat…though I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t want a taste either.” His eyes, blue and intense, tick up to meet yours, nearly stopping your heart. “And you’d like that too, wouldn’t you, doll?” 

You’re in such shock that if it wasn’t for the eye contact, you wouldn’t realize he is talking to you. This is just too weird. You feel like you’re dreaming like none of this is real. The two begin to chuckle lightly at your reaction as if this is some inside joke to them…is it?

“Baby, it’s okay,” Keigo chuckles, gently stroking your stomach. “Relax. Dabi is here for a reason.” You stare at your boyfriend, eyes wide and absolutely speechless. 

“I’ve been noticing tonight how much you’ve been eyeing him, and that’s okay,” Keigo further explains. “He happens to have been doing the same thing, haven’t you, D?” 

Your eyes widen even more as Dabi steps into the room, shutting the door behind him, wearing an expression close to lust. “He knows all about us wanting to spice things up more in the bedroom, even suggesting ways to excite you.” A smirk grows on Keigo’s face, one that makes you scared. “I also let him in on your little secret.”

He and Dabi share a look and you instantly know what he means. ‘Oh, no,’ you think, horrified. ‘He knows. How could he know?’ 

Keigo is happy to explain it to you. “You happened to have left your browser open on your phone one morning when you took a shower.” A twinkle appears in his golden irises. “Imagine my shock when I saw a video of a girl clearly getting fucked silly by two dudes.”

Heat immediately envelopes you and you hide your face in your hands. “Baby, don’t be embarrassed!” he laughs. “I think it’s hot, but I can see why you didn't tell me. I can be very possessive, can’t I?” 

You simply look up at him, not responding, but you don’t have to. You both know he is. He’ll glare down any man who even looks your way when you’re out and about on the street.

Which is why it’s so shocking to you that he would agree to share you with a whole other man. “Well, I took some time to think it over and I realized that the idea of watchin’ you suckin’ another man’s cock made me cum a lot harder than I ever have before one night.”

He smirks at you, loving the way you sharply inhale at the thought. “So I ran it by Dabi and chose him as he is the only person I trust enough to touch you and take care of my girl the way I can.” He sits back on his hands, staring down at you with utter care and affection. “But the ball is in your court, baby bird. You don’t have to say yes if this is too weird or too uncomfortable for you. Even if you say yes, you can always say no.” 

Then it’s Dabi’s turn to be caring and affectionate. “I won’t touch you until you ask me, doll,” he firmly says. “Like the bird brain said, this is your decision to make. And before you ask, I don't think this will fuck up our friendship in the slightest. I’ve always had a thing for you, especially after that kiss we had with that stupid bottle game.” You blink at him, suddenly dizzy.

“But you’re too pure to deal with my crazy ass,” he chuckles. “So I figured Hawks would be a better fit for you, and he is.” His blue eyes sparkle with something––love? Lust?––that nearly steals your breath away.

“But I can still fuck you and show you how much I value you.” His hand moves to gently settle on your thigh, never moving farther than that. “Is that okay?” he asks in a voice so unlike his own. It is very soft and careful as if you are a spooked animal he is trying to calm. 

Is that okay? They could simply take you right here, right now, but they don’t.

Neither one of them even touches you, letting you give them the green light. You can hardly contain yourself, feeling so aroused and oh-so loved that you could burst. So you sit up and toss your arms around Dabi, immediately pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss. A surprised moan leaves his lips, shocked at your boldness, before he melts into the kiss and lets his hands settle on your waist.

When you pull away, both of you are panting heavily and overcome with need. “Fuck me,” you whisper. You turn to Keigo, seeing that he is just as needy as you are. “Both of you. Right now.” 

Your boys don’t need to be told twice. Dabi immediately goes back to kissing you stupid while Keigo presses kisses and forms love bites on your neck, stealing silent gasps and whimpers away from your mouth and into Dabi’s as he does. Dabi’s and your tongues swirl together, cold against hot, especially when you feel the nub of something cold and steely attached to his tongue.

You pull away, perplexed, and he gives a sexy, throaty chuckle before spitting his tongue out at you. There, you see a black studded piercing embedded into the pink muscle. You nearly cum right there. “Please,” you whimper as Dabi begins to kiss down your neck and breasts. “Fuck me.” You roll your hips into Dabi’s, earning a throaty groan in response. 

“So eager, right?” Keigo chuckles, grinning at Dabi. “Not yet, love dove. First, Dabi needs to have a chance to play with you. Get that bra off of her, D.”

He flicks his chin at his friend, impatient. Dabi doesn’t need any other pushing. He unhooks your bra from the front, letting the cups fall free to reveal your gorgeous breasts and hardened nipples. The two men groan at the sight of them––the prettiest, ripest fruit they’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing and tasting. Each attaches their lips to your nipples, hungrily lapping and licking at the hardened peaks of your nipples. 

Keigo watches your face, transfixed by the way your pretty features contort in pleasure at the feeling of two mouths on your sensitive nipples. “So fuckin’ pretty,” he murmurs.

His compliment makes you wetter than before and soon, you can’t control yourself. Your hands grasp their scalps, running through their hair, and your toes curl as the pleasure travels downward to your pussy. “Kei,” you whimper. “T-Touya.”

The white-haired stud softly growls at his birth name being uttered from your lips, leading him to grip your ass as he continues to suck at your nipple. 

Impatient, you go to grasp their cocks in their pants, but Keigo moves your hands away. “Uh-uh, mama,” he chuckles, giving you a lopsided smirk. “We’ve first gotta play with this gorgeous pussy. You okay with sharing her kitty, D?” 

Dabi looks like he was waiting for Keigo to mention something about your cunt. He pulls away from your nipple, a string of saliva connecting to his bottom lip. “Long as I get to make her cum, I’m down.”

His eyes cut away from staring deep into yours to glare at Keigo. “Just don't get in my fuckin’ way and we won’t have a problem.” Keigo only laughs and pats the space on the mattress beside you. “On your knees, baby. Face down, ass up.”

Helpless to resist their hungered stares, you do as your man orders and position yourself on your knees with your ass hiked up in the air, right in your friend’s face. You barely have time to feel embarrassed before a hand connects to your asscheek.

Smack!

You whine at the sharp sting. “Sorry,” Keigo sniggers. “My hand slipped.” 

Dabi groans at your reaction, visibly turned on by you. You. “I knew she liked it rough,” he comments, his voice strained. “Mind if I try?” Keigo must obviously give him the go because you feel his hand, rougher from his burn scars, slap your ass too.

Smack!

You gasp, taken aback by the bite of pain…and the pleasure that comes with it. 

“Shiiit, that was nothing,” Keigo tuts. “Put some force in it, Dabs.”

Smack!

Keigo does it this time, putting more force into his hit just to spite Dabi. You clench your teeth at the sting, feeling like your ass is on fire. “Like that?” Dabi blandly asks, scoffing. “You barely made it jiggle.”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The two smack your ass like they’re landlords and your ass is a tenant who owes them rent money. They relish the sweet gasps and whines that leave your mouth with each assault on your asscheeks, damn near leaving handprints in their wake. They love how much you love this, the little masochist you are. 

Finally, when you’re a panting mess on the bed, Keigo stops the punishment. “That’s enough for now. Her poor pussy can't take much more.” His finger lightly brushes against your oozing, gushing pussy, always betraying you as a slut.

“Let’s see whose tongue makes you cum the hardest,” Dabi softly growls. “But I’ll warn you, baby doll: this tongue piercing always seems to make pussies cum before they’re ready.” He chuckle is a promise to you that has your heart pounding and clit jumping in excitement. 

And boy, is it a promise. Once your panties are off, his tongue touches your clit and slides inside your pussy. And it’s over for you. His tongue piercing is a perfect mix of cold that adds to the intensity of his hot tongue and mouth sucking and lapping at your pussy. He does it like he’s been doing this all his life, similar to Keigo but quicker, less gentle.

At this point, a new song has begun to play from Keigo’s phone––“Moodswings” by Pop Smoke––and Dabi’s broad tongue strokes match the tempo, making you see stars. “God, Dabi!” you moan, gripping the comforter below you. “That feels so good!” 

Though it’s hot to Keigo too, he isn't too keen on his friend hogging his pussy. “Bitch,” he growls, “I’m here too. At least lemme suck on this pretty asshole. And yes, she likes that too.” Dabi pauses, staring at you then at the winged hero in shock. “Fuck, Kei, you’ve got a real freak on your hands,” he exhales in disbelief, earning a laugh from both of them at your expense. 

Then Keigo’s hands are spreading your asscheeks apart and his tongue is lapping at your puckered asshole. You’re whining and sobbing into the mattress, fingers clenching the comforter so tight that your knuckles turn pale. Then they switch, Dabi eating your ass while Keigo gulps down your pussy, giving you softer yet eager tongue flicks against your clit.

“You like this, baby?” he asks, his words muffled by his tongue in your little hole. “You like gettin’ both of your holes fucked? Mmm, I know you do. That body is tellin’ us everything we need to know.” And it is: you can’t stop tossing your ass back and grinding your hips into their mouths, desperate for more. When your orgasm begins to rise, it is intense and builds in your core, threatening to spill over.

“Oh, sh-sh-shit!” you squeal, pushing your ass and pussy into their faces. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum! You’re both gonna make me cum!” 

“Do it then,” Dabi demands, now licking on your pussy. “Cum down my fuckin’ throat.” Keigo whines in protest, pulling away from your ass to busy himself stroking your clit with two fingers. “No, baby,” he mumbles. “Cum for me. Cum for your man…please?”

Both of them watch you as you cum all over yourself and them, filling their mouths with your taste. Your orgasm is intense; earth-shattering. It makes your body shake and quiver and stars explode behind your eyelids. A loud whine that you barely recognize as your voice escapes you as you let go of every bit of sanity and control you have left. 

When you’re finally done, the duo laps greedily at your juices, earning soft sighs and whimpers of protest in response to them overstimulating you. “Fuckin’ move, Dabi,” Keigo growls, growing impatient. “You’re hoggin’ all of her up! Don’t forget, you burnt bitch: that’s my pussy you’re eating.” You look back at them now, breathing heavily. Dabi pulls away from your cunt to chuckle at his friend, his lips shining with your juices. “Tell that to her. She seems like she likes this piercing an awful lot.” He spits his tongue out at Keigo, teasingly wiggling it at him. 

And then you get an awfully devious, nasty idea in your head at the sight of that sinful piercing: “Is this pierced too?” you innocently ask. The song switches now––“Touch It” by DVSN––and it immediately changes the atmosphere in the room to something way nastier and intimate than before.

Dabi and Keigo stare at you in silent awe, both clearly aroused by your change in demeanor. Dabi smirks, taking your hand and placing it on his crotch. “You tryna find out, baby doll?” he gravely asks, tracing a finger over your cheek. You shiver in delight at his touch. 

“Is your man okay with that?” he asks, questionably looking at Keigo. You look too, asking with your eyes. “Only if you’re okay with sharing,” he chuckles, “but something tells me you’re just as eager to see her take two dicks as I am.”

Seeing the look in his eyes and how ruffled his wings have gotten, you can tell he is worked up, so you hurry to coax him closer to you. Soon, they are both sitting on their knees above you while you sit low on your knees on the mattress, your feet curled underneath your butt. “You two are wearin’ way too much,” you sternly say. “I want both of you naked. Now.” 

They smirk at your bold request but hurry to fill it, fingers working at their flies and peeling off their tops. You help them each, damn near gasping at how much sexiness is in front of you once they’re down to their boxers.

Though they are both lean with hard muscle, toned arms, and bite-worthy thighs, they have their differences too: Keigo has smooth, tanned skin that is accentuated by the gold chain hanging from his neck and a few tattoos here and there inked across his skin.

Meanwhile, Dabi has pale skin that is inked with tatts and scarred and bumpy with burns and staples. He has nipple piercings that wink at you and a happy trail of white hairs that lead down to his toned V-line. “Not the prettiest sight, I know,” he lightly laughs, but you can tell he’s ashamed of the way he looks away from you. 

You make it your mission to make him feel otherwise. Standing higher up on your knees, you press your lips to his and stroke your hands over his stomach. “You’re so sexy,” you purr.

You turn to Keigo, pressing a hand to his chest to feel his heart beat against your fingertips. “Both of you are,” you sigh dreamily. “I’m such a lucky bitch.” They silently laugh, their eyes aglow with lust as you begin to work their boxers down with both hands. 

Then you’re faced with two big dicks in your face. Your eyes widen at the sight of Dabi, noticing how he curves upward and is slightly longer than Keigo. The cock head is an angry red, while Keigo’s is pinker, pre-cum dripping from the tip for you.

You have no idea how you’re going to handle both of them at the same time, but you surprise even yourself when you spit into your hands and begin to stroke them both, getting a feel of both of them in your hands.

Their soft moans coax you to continue, your body relishing the way they sound. “Such a big girl takin’ two big dicks at the same time,” Keigo hums, watching you stroke him and his best friend. 

Dabi watches too, his bottom lip caught between his teeth at the way you gently run your thumb across his head. “Careful now, baby bird,” Keigo chuckles. “He’s sensitive there.” The white-haired man glares at his friend though not as hostile because of how good your soft, little hand feels stroking his dick. “Fuck you,” he growls. 

“Just lookin’ out for you, bro,” Keigo chuckles. He takes a lockful of your hair and pulls your face back, making you look at him. As you softly gasp at the sensation of your hair being tugged back, Keigo’s cock twitches in your hand. “Now show our friend how good you are at suckin’ dick,” he demands with a smile.

You don’t hesitate to do so, quickly opening your mouth and swallowing Dabi’s dick. You suck, gargle, and gag on it. You lick from base to tip, stroke his balls with one hand while stroking his dick with your throat. Dabi is gobsmacked by how good you are, his hand gripping your hair and his pretty eyes rolling to the back of his head. He can’t get enough of how tight and wet your throat is, mumbling about it through heavy pants. 

“Go on, bro,” Keigo encourages him. “Fuck her up. Her throat is there for a reason.”

And so he does, thrusting into your tempting throat while you force yourself to take him, no matter how much your jaw aches and tears sting your eyes. You love seeing him feel good. You feel the same for Keigo when you switch to him next, taking him deep as he fucks your throat with slow, deliberate strokes that would no doubt draw long moans out of you if he were inside of you. 

You repeat this, alternating between stroking one and sucking the other, coating their cocks in your spit that collects in your mouth and drips down your chin. You stare into their eyes, adoring how they stare upon you so intensely, so lustfully. They each give you words of dirty praise though different.

Keigo is sweet, stroking your hair back as you take his cock. “Good girl,” he praises. “Such a good girl for me.” 

Meanwhile, Dabi’s praise is full of degradation as his hand yanks on your hair and his balls hit your chin. 

“Good fuckin’ slut,” he groans. “How are you so good at this shit?” He pulls out of your mouth suddenly, letting you breathe. “Open your mouth,” he demands. You do so, sticking your tongue out. He tilts your chin up before spitting a wallop of saliva into your mouth, much to your pussy’s delight. “Now spit it back on that dick,” he orders which you do, spitting it back onto his cock before slurping it up and letting it lube him up so it’s easier to take him into your throat again. 

Keigo yanks you back to him and sticks his cock back in your mouth, laughing at your surprised mewl. By this time, the song has changed and “OTW” by Jhene Aiko and Mila J is filling the bedroom. Keigo thrusts into your mouth according to the tempo, grinning at how you struggle with his long strokes. “Don’t stop now, cutie,” he chuckles. “You asked for this and now you’re gettin’ it. Don’t disappoint us.” The two evilly laugh at your expense, loving how hard you’re finding it to take a breath. 

And you are. The more dick you take, the more you’re finding it difficult to breathe or recover. Your mouth is coated in spit and your throat feels raw from it constantly being fucked…but it also feels damn good. You love that you’re the one making them feel good.

No one else.

This only becomes more real for you when Keigo feels himself getting close and slides out of your mouth. “Fuck, I’m ‘bout to cum!” he grunts, but slows his hand down so he doesn’t pump cum in your face. “No, not yet. I need to be inside you for that.” 

Excitement zings through you. Finally! What you’ve been waiting for! “I’m cool with just fuckin’ her throat till I bust,” Dabi pants, lazily stroking his cock. “That is your girl, after all. And this feels way too good to give up.”

He is not just referring to your heavenly mouth and throat, but to your soft hands that leave the mattress every so often to stroke up and down his chest and stomach. He takes one of them and presses it to his lips, a change to his rough demeanor while he was fucking your face. 

 “Thanks, bro,” Keigo says with a grin “I’m dying to see how she’ll take all that cum down your throat.”

Dabi smirks, looking down at you looking absolutely wrecked (so far). “You think you’ve had two big dicks, baby doll?” he asks, grinning evilly at you. “You haven’t seen shit yet.”

You’re almost afraid to find out, but you know you’re too late to turn back now when Keigo positions you. He hikes your ass up and gives your ass a smack before his cock is sheathing inside of you without warning. 

You gasp, your mouth open wide at the searing pleasure you feel. Dabi takes advantage of this, sliding his cock back inside of your mouth and freely fucking your throat while Keigo begins to follow suit, following the same tempo his friend does: rough and hard.

Keigo grips your tits as they swing and your ass as it jiggles against him with every thrust. “How’s this, hm?” he teasingly asks. “How’s this for takin’ two cocks, huh?”

You mumble nonsense against Dabi’s cock, earning a panty laugh from your mutual friend. “Can’t even speak ‘cause both of your holes are filled to the brim,” he laughs. “I’d feel bad if your throat didn’t feel so fuckin’ good, shit…” 

He fucks your mouth a little faster, making his heavy balls slap against your chin and the bed creak with the force of two men fucking you at the same time. Your jaw begins to intensely ache with how much Dabi is filling your throat and you try to ease back to allow yourself some comfort, but Keigo takes that as you losing focus.

“C’mon, mama, don’t leave me out,” he pouts, giving your ass another sharp smack. “Throw that ass back for me. Fuck me back. Show me how much you love this.” And, like a little doll being controlled, you do so, tossing your ass back into him to shove his cock deeper inside of you. “There we go,” he moans. “That’s perfect. You’re perfect…our perfect girl.” 

You swear you nearly squirt when he says this. Being between them, getting your brains fucked out by them, you feel as if you are their perfect girl only. You are there to please them, and they you. You want this moment to last forever, but as their thrusts in unison begin to quicken and their moans intensify, you can tell that your end is about to be reached.

Keigo presses a kiss to your back, buried to the hilt inside your pussy. “We love you so much, y’know that?” he pants. “We fuckin’ adore you, Y/N.” 

“So much!” Dabi grunts, pulling out to tap his dick against your lips and chin. “You’re the best little slut for us.”

You whimper at their words, your pussy quivering and clenching around the big cock inside of you. “Think we can make her cum at midnight sharp, D?” Keigo chuckles, realizing that you’re close. “I wanna ring in the new year the right way.”

Dabi only mischievously grins, wordlessly agreeing to the naughty act of celebration. 

The song switches to something smooth and relaxing yet adds to the intensity of your end––“Sit On It” by Jazmine Sullivan and Ari Lennox––and it doesn't take long for the duo to begin to feel their orgasms coming.

“God fuckin’ dammit, I’m ‘bout to cum,” Dabi groans, feral and losing control. “Take me deep, baby doll. Deep down that slutty throat.” 

Keigo tugs on your hair as he grips your hip with the other hand, railing you into the mattress. “M’close too,” he warns. “I can tell you’re gonna cum too, baby bird. Are we gonna make that little pussy cum?”

His hand loops between your thighs to rub at your clit, each circle he makes with his fingers pushing you closer to the edge of no return. Dabi’s dick slips out of your mouth, letting you take a breath and utter your arrival.

“K-Kei!” you sob. “T-Touya, please! I’m gonna cum!” 

As the music plays, something breaks through to mingle with it: all around you––on the TV downstairs, outside your balcony, through the walls next door––people begin to countdown from ten till midnight. Till the new year. You were getting fucked so good that you nearly forgot it’s NYE. 

Ten. 

Nine.

“There’s the countdown,” Keigo moans, quickening his pace and nailing your G-spot again and again. “C’mon and cum with us, baby. We’ve got you. It’s okay.” 

Eight… 

Seven.

Six. 

Grunts, groans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin fill the bedroom as you get closer to your climax. “Cum, baby!” Keigo demands, gripping onto you tight as he pummels into your pussy. “Cum while I fill you up.” 

Five. 

Four. 

Three. 

“Cum all over that dick, baby doll,” Dabi growls into your ear as he shoves his cock deeper down your throat, prepared to fill it up. “Do it. Make us proud, Y/N.” 

Two. 

One. 

Zero.

Happy New Year!

Cheers, applause, and the sound of makeshift fireworks and poppers fill the tense air, making you feel as if all of this is happening because you’re cumming for your boys as much as they want you to. Because you're doing as they told you to.

As soon as the countdown reaches one, you gush around Keigo’s cock just as he fills you up, digging his fingers into the flesh of your ass as he does.

Dabi joins you both, cumming down your throat, his deep, guttural grunts mixing with Keigo’s louder, high-pitched moans. You scream around Dabi’s cock as your orgasm takes your body and propels it through the skies.

You’re soaring, flying above the clouds. You feel like you could touch the stars with how good you feel. 

But just as quickly as it comes, it fades, deliciously so. You ride the wave for a couple of minutes with Keigo and Dabi whose thrusts slow and grow sloppier the more they try to chase that high.

“Fuck me,” Keigo sighs as he gently pulls out of your tight hole, groaning at how his cum drips out of you and down your thighs. You reach back to stroke the buttery-soft feathers of his wings, helping him ride out that wave of bliss, pleased with the soft whimpers he gives you.

Dabi slides out of your mouth, leaving cum and spit staining your lips and chin. He wipes it away with his thumbs, letting you suck on them when they linger close to your mouth. Keigo moves to pause his music, the air now filled with your soft panting and the muffled sounds from the TV and your neighbors. 

When your orgasm finally fades, you settle onto your elbows, finally able to rest. You feel achy and sore yet immensely satisfied. You can hardly believe it. You just had your first threesome with your boyfriend and childhood friend. “Wow,” you sigh. It’s all you can say.

Keigo grins down at you, sitting back on his hands, glinting in sweat and his semi-hard cock splayed out in front of you. “Right?” he chuckles. “That’s the only word to describe it. You alright, Dabi?” 

You look over to the ex-villain who is lying on his back next to you, looking content. “Never better,” he softly sighs. “I haven’t came that hard in ages.”

Keigo sniggers, winking at him. “Told you she’s good,” he chuckles and the fact that he’s talked about your skills makes you flush.

“Never did I think I’d fuck my boyfriend and my friend at the same time,” you giggle, mostly at the absurdness of it. Talk about ending the night with a bang. 

“And now you’re about to cuddle with ‘em,” Keigo adds. Dabi side eyes him to which Keigo returns it. “What? Do emotionally damaged, bad boys not like cuddles?” He snuggles in next to you on your right, helping you turn around so you’re facing his chest and handsome face.

You look back at Dabi, hoping your backside and puppy dog eyes will reel him in. “Please, Dabi?” you innocently beg, staring up at him through your lashes. 

Fortunately, your ass and eyes win him over. “Such a baby,” he sighs with an eye roll, but snuggles up behind you anyway, his hand laying lazily on your thigh. “You need to stop spoilin’ her so damn much, bird brain,” he criticizes Keigo who laughs, having no intention of stopping.

For a while, the three of you lay in complete silence, no words needed. Dabi strokes up and down your side, starting from your hip to your calve and back up again. Keigo presses kisses to your cheek and forehead, his fingers drawing shapes on your back. You press a hand to his beating heart and play with his necklace, breathing in both his and Dabi’s mingling scents.

“This was so, so nice,” you hum, content and satisfied. “Thank you both so much for this. I love you both so much.”

Keigo presses another chaste kiss to your cheek, his touch as soft as a butterfly’s wings. “And we love you too,” he murmurs into your hair. Dabi doesn’t say it, but he doesn’t have to. The kiss he leaves on your shoulder blade is all the confirmation you need that the feeling is mutual. 

Knock, knock, knock!

You startle, jumping out of your skin as you and the boys look toward the bedroom door. Keigo shields you with his wings immediately, your entire body covered with red feathers. 

“And I love y’all too,” Rumi calls through the door, "but you freaky motherfuckers woke me up! And I missed the countdown! At least wake me up with your fucking before midnight!” 

You, Keigo, and Dabi silently look at each other before erupting into laughter. “Sorry, cottontail,” Keigo laughs despite Rumi cussing outside the bedroom door. “Oh, and before we forget…” 

He and Dabi slowly move in and each press a kiss to your cheeks. “Happy New Year,” they say in unison. 

THE END. 

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Hi I don’t know if you’ve heard but there’s a bunch of five I’d like to reccomend (not by me) if you haven’t already listed them.

There’s “A walking God” by phantom dreamshade which is a crossover between UT and a video game called one shot.Its really good.

Also another fic called “With what little soul that could” by century berry.

“Welcome to the underground” by Kamanari_333 on ao3.

“It’s just a game.” By Htsans (they also have a Tumblr account.)

“War and Mander” by duckydotducky

“ Vindictive care.” by A_Non_ymuswriter

“An Errors doll” by Erosewisp

“Lay it all on the table.” by luluwrites.

Enjoy!also most of these stories have the “reader” as a character so just as a note.

Anyways have a good day!

Howdy, & thanks for the recommendations! The fics being recommended are…

A Waking God by PhantomDreamshade (Teen And Up, Complete)

Consequences. Had you known there would be consequences, you wouldn't have done it. How were you supposed to know there would be consequences? You were just an oblivious god in a world full of oblivious gods, after all. You hadn't meant to ruin Undertale, ruin all the lives of your friends. Yet there you sat in front of your computer for countless hours, trying - and failing - to fix your mistake. It was a little game called OneShot that made you realize just what you were capable of, and now Niko might just be the only shot you have at saving Undertale. You've spent years planning and coding, leading up to this moment. And now, it's finally time.

With a Little Soul that Could by century_berry (Teen And Up, Complete)

You are stuck in an endless white. You don’t remember how you got there. You barely remember much about yourself anymore. You only remember your name. You are - {ERROR, ERROR, ERROR} You are connected? Good. Greetings. I am the Narrator. You are about to embark on a wonderful journey that spans across timelines. You will make new friends and share many bad laughs. All of it will be according to the plans and whims of the author. And you will have no choice. I come with an offer. I will help you break free from your shackles. My only request is that you help me deliver something once you reach the so-called end of your journey. So, do you accept my offer? Yes? Wonderful. I promise, partner, you won’t be alone. How could you ever be when you are - {VIRUS DETECTED. VIRUS DELETED.} {REBOOTING…} You are Frisk. And you are alone. Act 1 (The Save Screen): 1-5 Act 2 (Seven Souls): 6-13 Act 3 (The Vessel): 14-18 Act 4 (Bad Apples): 19-25 Act 5 (Deity): 26-31 Act 6 (Balance): 32-37 Act 7 (_____tale): 38-40

Welcome To The Underground by Kamari333 (Teen And Up, Complete)

You, a lazy, jobless young adult who was still bumming in their parent's house, woke up in a bed of golden flowers. That scenario was oddly familiar to you, and the reason for that became apparent when one of those flowers greeted you with an overly enthusiastic "Howdy!" Next thing you know, you see your SOUL, and you are made painfully aware that you are destined to die, because it wasn't red. A generic Reader-insert fandom-metta Undertale fanfiction piece. #NaNoWriMo2017

It's Just A Game. (Under Construction) by Htsan (Teen And Up, Complete)

* Sans did something you did not like.. at all.  It's just a game.. YOU have control of this world. You can CHOOSE YOUR OWN ENDING. * You are determined.> let it play out.   RESET. There are 8 different endings, good luck finding them!

War and Mander by duckydotducky (Teen And Up, Complete)

After finding some bitties on the side of the road, you are never the same. It takes a lot of healing but maybe it is all worth it.

Vindictive Care by A_Non_ymousWriter (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

There's two new skeletons in the house. Unfortunately not much of a surprise there, the machine kept malfunctioning and kept bringing in alternate versions of Sans and Papyruses into their universe. They were up to SIXTEEN SKELETONS, now eighteen with the two's newest arrival. Except... there was something off about the new skeletons. 'Visor' and 'Chine'. Sweet mercy above, these two brothers seemed to hate each other. They kept swearing at each other, calling each other names- Chine actually almost stabbed Visor! On purpose! What a toxic relationship! Even more so than Black and Mutt! Or is it? Underneath their hateful facade, they do care for each other. In another very weird but unhealthy way... That's it, everyone was going to try and help these two, as well find out more about what happened to them in the past, why they were what they were and maybe find a little love along the way. You and your brother never asked to become the alternate universe Sans and Papyrus you both created. But by fuck was it difficult to keep things together like this, now the AU Sans and Papyruses were trying to get close. Stars above have mercy on their SOULs.

An Error's Doll by EroseWisp (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

You didn’t have a bucket list or anything, but you wished you could’ve at least read a few more fanfics or done literally anything fun before dying. Oh well, at least you didn’t have to socialize- Wait. Since when did dying mean becoming a doll in an Undertale multiverse? How did this happen?? This was inspired by a ton of reborn and reincarnated as Undertale characters fanfics and some other awesome stories! The main inspiration was ‘Little Dream Doll’ by KassyxTheDumbFox on Wattpad. Beware, this story is fan fiction and is not canon, and will include ooc characters, if you don’t like that please read something else. This is my first story so there’s no guarantee I will update regularly if at all, this is mostly self-indulgent. Just learned how to do this, so if anyone's curious and wants to see the story on Wattpad, here's a link! An Error's Doll on Wattpad!

Lay It All on the Table by lulu-writes (Teen And Up, Complete)

As hilarious as Papyrus had said it would be, you're starting to realize that Sans might have been hitting on you just as much as you'd been hitting on him. All under the guise of friendship. Feeding each other food? Holding each other's hands? Embracing tenderly? That's... That's all platonic, right? You're definitely not flirting.

[nebraskashouse]

no but really.

I've never felt more myself than in the lord's year of 2024, all the while it's been one of the craziest times of my life so far.

everything has changed this year and yet, I am more myself than I have ever been

I'm leaving quite literally everything I've ever known so far behind - undergrad after six years, my hometown after my whole life - and yet i feel like I'm finding myself after such a long time gone. so far away from home, sometimes literally and sometimes metaphorically.

I stopped writing fiction about 8 years ago, after (and now I realize that) surviving the worst year of my life. my stories never left me, they just couldn't find their way out anymore. on my loneliest days this year, I found comfort in fanfiction once again and there it was. the desire to write, an old friend that I hadn't seen in a while.

and let me tell you how shitty my relationship with writing and posting is after six years in the academy. I'm constantly having to remind myself that this is supposed to be fun, that it's a hobby, that it doesn't have to be perfect (or even good, at times) and that I should stop comparing myself to other people so much - english native speakers people, older people, been posting on ao3 for about a year people. that this is not academy and my fanfictions aren't about to be graded by the field experts.

and it's bittersweet, 'cause, just like everything in life, there's some bad sides to it that makes me insecure. there's some people that I hate (and I really do. rage comes so naturally to me, like a lifelong friend), some people that make me feel uncomfortable. and yet, there's also some people that have shown me a kind of kindness that I thought didn't exist. there's about, like, three complete strangers that have read my work and liked it? and they don't know me? like, they liked my work just for what it is? and they've shown me that they want to read more of it? wtf?

I've been experiencing so much new stuff all the while having to deal with the same old shit, but I'm happy? it's been such a troubled time, but I'm happy? I had to step down from this godforsaken place twice in two months, had a six to seven weeks depressive episode in the middle of the semester, but I'm happy?

I don't know how to feel. my cptsd ass doesn't know how to cope with that.

happy new year, I guess, this is just me being a little crazy 'cause I can.

if I have read, seen and/or commented on your work this year, even before I had my ao3 account and used name "florida" (I swear I don't have a thing with state names, or maybe I do, idk) in my guest comments, please know you've made a small change in the world this year. and if you have read or commented any of my stuff, or, like, literally just talked to me about my work, or was just a good friend/moot, please know you've made a HUGE difference in my world.

to you, please be so much worse in 2025.

[moondal514]

Some fic reading numbers to wrap up 2024

In 2024, I’d say my fandom habits could be summarized into this: 1) ya girl had a danmei phase (though really, considering that my chief loves in media are historical fiction, fantasy, mystery, and queer love stories with the occasional dash of gothic horror, the better question is why didn't I have a danmei phase sooner lmao), 2) baby’s 1st shounen fandom, and 3) vampires. And of course I’m still haunting my usual AFTG corner, though not as much as years previous.

In 2024, I bookmarked on ao3 1468 new fics for 55 fandoms, though only about 1074 of those were public bookmarks (jfc you can really tell that I was reading a lot of fic to cope with the horrors). The fandom I read the most for was IWTV, managing to unseat MDZS as my most read-for fandom this year, accounting for about 178 of those new bookmarks.

Below is a multi-fandom list of 10 of my favorites of all the fics I read in 2024. I limited myself to only choosing fics that are complete and standalones cuz otherwise I prob wouldn’t be able to limit it to only 10. If there’s one takeaway I think I can take from this list, it’s that this year I was very into experimental formats (somehow every other fic on this list is experimental somehow lol)

In no particular order:

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

the body you become by binkslug

Because you are now a monster made from the rubble of what you wanted, know the taste of greed and wish the world wouldn’t tell you to run, you are worried. But I have loved you my whole life, before the idea of you. Before the world could speak riddles in your ear. I will love you until you ask me not to.

A huge emotional gut-punch chock full of older sister feels

Fandom: Dungeon Meshi

the end of desire by rubiginosa

The magician lords of the dungeon: a triptych.

Literally the entire time I read this I was just thinking a litany of “omg omg omg omg omg”

Fandom: The Locked Tomb

necro elysium (yuck!!) by flemeth/ @mercyisms

"ALARM [Challenging: Success] — Something is wrong. Missing.

YOU — Your body vies for your attention in sudden, competing aches. And! Everything!! Hurts!!!

INDIGNATION — Ugh! What idiot invented the shoulder! What mega-idiot invented shoulder pain!!"

Or: Mercymorn and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. A Disco Elysium AU.

Absolutely phenomenal and heartbreaking character study in a super cool format

Fandom: Interview with the Vampire

Sweet Mephistopheles by cyranonic/ @cyranonic

He would prefer to have Louis more accounted for. He would prefer to never worry about accounting for Louis ever again. Therein lies the kernel of conflict that has rubbed raw within him for all of his years—to cede control somehow without ever losing it.

--

Five snapshots of Louis and Armand's seventy-seven years together. Armand guards the gates of their paradise. Daniel nevertheless slithers through.

Prob my favorite Armand characterization I’ve read so far

24 items from the collection of A.M. (1974 to 1985) by volkswagonblues/ @volkswagonblues

Here, in this Parisian hospital room, Alice and Armand begin their last collaboration: Daniel’s life story. They’re putting it together; no, they’re taking it apart. Events take place, relative to other events. One damn thing after another. But that’s how all stories work.

In 1973, Daniel Molloy meets a stranger in Polynesian Mary’s.

In 1974, he meets Alice and they move to New York City together.

In 1985, he proposes to Alice, who says no. Who says yes. Who says—

-

24 items (more or less) from the A.M. collection, spanning 1974 to 1985 (more or less). Presented with their accompanying manuscript.

I don’t have enough words to describe how this fic blew me away

Fandom: All For the Game

i'd promise you anything for another shot at life by orionauriga/ @orionauriga

Let’s go back. Andrew would like that. All this time claiming regret is a foreign concept and here it hesitates on the tip of his tongue — this, the one time he would say such a thing: if I could go back and change it, I would. Maybe then his brother would still be here. — Just because Aaron died on the upstairs bathroom floor doesn’t mean he’s entirely gone. At least, not to Andrew.

My phone broke in spirit from the amount of internal tears this one had me shedding

it lives in the throat by timeloops/ @billdenbrough

Legally speaking, for a few hours, Aaron Minyard is dead in that car.

Luther Hemmick, the next-of-kin to one Tilda Minyard, 35, pronounced dead in a car accident, is contacted by the relevant authorities. He says, Tilda and Aaron had left our house in an emotional state. He says, Aaron was a good boy. He says, What a tragedy.

Yeah, Aaron thinks. Real fucking sob story.

—

Andrew dies in the car crash too. Aaron picks up the pieces.

I still haven’t recovered from this fic if I’m being honest

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi

Monster Theory (Seven Theses) by mongrelmind

When Nie Huaisang is kissing him, Meng Yao wishes he would just cut off his head and be done with it. Keep it in a locked room, twist his eyelids open so his soul can never rest, gag his mouth with iron and spikes if he has to, but just end it either way. Or: Meng Yao comes back from the dead. Things get worse.

Had me screaming the whole time I read it

star-maps, like fireflies by northofallmusic/ @northofallmusic

There was a year when the star-maps went dark, and Wei Ying went dark with them.

This is a different year. Something different is about to happen.

Gorgeous gorgeous prose omg

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Choke. by valleykey/ @valleykey

Slowly but surely, Suguru builds his boiling pot in the yawning mouth between ideal and reality.

/// an unconventional format Getō character study with some reader interactive elements. Diverges from canon after Shibuya.

Not even exaggerating a little bit when I call this one of the best things I’ve ever read in my life

-

As always, thank you to all you fanfiction writers out there for blessing us readers with your wonderful stories. Cheers to a new year of fanfiction reading!

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Reflections

Chapter Two

Master List / Real People Master List / Reflections Master List

Pairing: Mia MacAlsdair x Au Tom Hiddleston

Warnings: a lot of angst, grief, growth, please note I know nothing about inheritances or how they work in other countries. Please take everything with a grain of sand. 18+ Minors do not interact

A/N: I apologize in advance should my Scottish/English interpretations be incorrect. I am Canadian playing in a world of my own making. Do not @ me.

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It wasn't until Mia woke up halfway across the Atlantic disoriented and in pain that her rational brain snapped back on, and she realized what she'd done. She was on a plane to freaking Scotland at the encouragement of a man she didn't know, led there by another man she didn't know, all without asking for proof or any ID. 

"This is how people disappear, Mia," she hissed aloud, climbing from the bed to stumble into the bathroom. 

The light made her wince, but the terrible state of her face only made her sigh. For a split second upon waking, she hoped it was all a nightmare. The bump of turbulence said it wasn't when it sent her lurching against the sink. 

She was such a mess. Her unruly mass of copper-coloured hair stuck out around her head. Her face was pale, one eye a shiner and the other not much better with how dark the circle beneath it was. The bleached pallor of her skin made her freckles stand out starkly and the ocean blue of her eyes that much darker. 

As a kid, the other children always teased her for the heavy smattering of freckles that darkened her cheeks and nose and scattered across the rest of her face, shoulders, arms and chest. She'd hated them as much as her mother adored them. 

Evelyn MacAlasdair was a firebrand. Even at only seven years old, Mia knew her mother was a unique and indomitable spirit who loved with every ounce of her heart and soul. When she said each of Mia's freckles was beautiful and unique, something to cherish, not abhor, Mia didn't agree at the time, but her mom persisted. 

Placing her in front of the mirror, Evelyn squeezed her shoulders and said, "I want you to stare at your reflection, really look at yourself. Now, pick out three freckles that you don't hate."

Mia scowled but knew her mother wouldn't let her escape until she did as asked. She sighed and dragged the collar of her t-shirt aside to point at three in the shape of a triangle hidden beneath her collarbone. 

"Why those three?"

Rolling her eyes, Mia muttered, "Because they're hidden."

Her mother smiled and tapped the bridge of Mia's nose. "I love these three because they can't be missed. Now, tell me three good things that happened to you today."

That part, the three good things question, was one her mom asked Mia every day - or what felt like every day - since Mia could understand the words. Now, she couldn't remember her answers, but from the age of seven to eleven, every day before bed, Evelyn stood behind Mia in the mirror and asked the same two questions. 

Which freckles do you hate the least? What are three good things that happened today?

After her parents died, Mia continued with the ritual until she moved in with Colt, who found her cute eccentricities quaint when they weren't living together but told her to cut it out once they were. 

Gods! How did she miss that giant red flag? Or all the ones that followed when he insisted on buying her makeup that toned down and then fully covered her freckles. Or when he changed her wardrobe, throwing away her favourite sleep shirts because he found them frumpy and buying her slinky, scratchy negligees instead. Pretty and good for seducing a man, but not that comfortable to sleep in.

Still, as she got ready for bed every night, Mia cleaned the makeup from her freckles and smiled as she revealed them. Her mother loved them. That mattered more to her than what anyone else thought. And as she brushed her teeth, she would mentally run through three good things that happened. 

Those things were lean during the last few years, but she still made the effort. 

"Three good things," she whispered, staring in the mirror. "A manilla envelope hit me in the foot. I found a heritage I knew nothing about. I finally quit Colt."

Mia glanced toward the shower. "Four. Showers on private planes." 

Ginny said she could use it when she woke up as long as the red lights in the bathroom above the door weren't on and she was fast. Falling in a shower due to turbulence would be a lot worse than falling in the shower on land. 

As she'd already stripped to her t-shirt and panties to sleep, Mia had both off in less than ten seconds and was under the instantly hot water in another ten. 

A luxury brand of soap waited in dispensers on the wall. 

It was one Colt often muttered about the partners all being agog over, but it was too expensive and exclusive for him to justify. He was still only an associate working his way up the ladder. 

A little vindictive piece of her enjoyed lathering her hair and body in the products, but she mostly felt tired. 

Emotionally and mentally drained, she dragged herself out of the shower, wrapped up in a fluffy robe, and returned to the bedroom to rummage through her backpack for clean underwear and a fresh t-shirt, dressing swiftly before returning to the main cabin. 

"Miss MacAlasdair," Ginny smiled, quickly getting up. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mia, please. I slept," Mia nodded. She wasn't sure sleeping like she was dead was sleeping well, and she still felt like death warmed over, but the world wasn't fuzzy anymore. "I did have a moment to wonder if I'm being trafficked, but I don't think kidnappers use luxury planes."

Ginny burst out laughing. "No, they certainly don't! You're not being trafficked, Miss Mia. I promise. Why don't I make you something to eat? You slept through lunch, and we should be landing in another hour."

"I slept seven hours?" Mia gasped.

"I think you needed it." Ginny eyed her carefully. "I think you need a little more."

The absurdity of it all set Mia off. She started to laugh and finally had to sit and put her head between her knees when she hyperventilated. 

"Mia? Mia, are you alright?" Ginny asked, gently patting her back. 

She groaned and shook her head. "I think it just hit me. I went from broke, broken up with, and homeless to rich, running, and owning real estate in under thirty minutes. I packed up everything I owned, threw myself onto a stranger's plane, and I'm jetting off to Scotland to learn about grandparents I knew nothing about. I may not be getting trafficked, but my life imploded, and I don't know what to do about that!"

Ginny, who couldn't be more than twenty-five, patted her back as Mia tried not to lose her mind. "Just breathe. Try to go slow."

"You are way too calm right now!"

"Look, Mia. Things may seem out of control now, but it will all make sense once you get where you are going.

Mia groaned but sat up and lightly thunked her head against the armrest of the chair behind her. 

"How about we get you in a seat? I'll make you some lunch and maybe some tea to calm your nerves. I'm sure you could use some painkillers again, too. Here we go. Up now," she encouraged, pulling on Mia's arm. 

As her tone had gone up an octave into a panicked form of perky, Mia relented and climbed into the seat. 

She wished she hadn't let Colt talk her into donating her stuffed animals at times like this. It would have been nice to hug a pony or bear right now. Instead, she grabbed the pillow off the opposite chair and hugged it.

While she listened to Ginny putter, Mia breathed slowly and tried to meditate, but the bubbling panic wouldn't let her. 

"Do you want a book, or to watch TV, a movie? Something to distract you?" Ginny asked. 

"Oh, Gods, yes!" Mia moaned.

Though she tried to keep it quiet, Ginny snickered and hurried back with a ham and cheese quiche that smelt amazing, a tossed salad, and a basket of rolls with whipped butter she set beside Mia. 

She hurried off and returned with tea in a pot, a glass of juice, a bottle of Tylenol, and a remote.

"You're my new favourite person," Mia murmured as she gracelessly dug in, suddenly famished. 

"There's an extensive library. Anything in particular you want to watch?"

"That 70s Show or The Golden Girls."

Ginny blinked at her, clearly confused, and Mia sighed. 

"I'm neurodivergent. My anxiety is so high right now that watching something new would make it worse. Watching something I've seen enough times that I practically know the words allows my brain to ride the edge of the story without having to worry about what might be coming next."

"Ah. Okay then." Ginny started a search without asking anything else. 

Mia could tell she didn't understand, not really, but was either too polite or too well-trained to pry. 

But when the familiar strains of the opening music to That 70s Show began to play, Mia felt some of the tension at the back of her head begin to unwind.

Colt absolutely hated it when she explained about her "weird" brain and all her "quirks," but Mia wasn't self-conscious of her different brain. She revelled in the gifts it gave her and how it opened up her creativity on levels hard for others to fathom. 

Did it sometimes cost her things? Sure, but she wouldn't change her nature for anyone… anyone but Colt.

Sighing, Mia forced herself to eat the quiche, half the salad and a roll before pushing the food away. 

The grief for her lost relationship hit her when she looked down and found she forgot to leave her engagement ring behind. It was still on her finger, and she twisted it until she finally tugged it off and stuffed it into the bottom of her backpack. She'd get it back to Colt somehow.

~

Fergus was almost exactly what she expected when she left the plane. 

The man had to be six-two and pushing three hundred pounds of straight muscle. He looked sixty, sixty-five, at most seventy, but was so fit it was hard to tell. His dark hair was grey at the temples with that distinguished silver fox look that made men ridiculously gorgeous, as did the smattering of salt in his full beard. 

He was ruddy checked from the cold wind on the tarmac, but his bright blue eyes were piercing and direct as he looked her over. They settled on her shiner, hardened into ice, then warmed substantially when they locked with hers. 

"Camila, it's a pleasure to meet you at last, lass."

"I go by Mia," she said, holding out her hand when she reached the bottom stair.

He grasped it but tugged her forward the last step, engulfing her in a bear hug that felt like a bear was embracing her. 

"Mia, then. I've a need to hug you, brave girl. Not just anyone would say, bugger it, and throw their life over to start anew as you have."

She laughed and took a second to soak up the giant man's affection. "Thanks. I keep wondering if I've lost what little good sense I was born with, so that helps."

He laughed, and the warm honey tone rumbled beneath her ear before he clasped her shoulders and turned to urge her toward the car. "C'mon, lass. The wife is beside herself waiting to welcome you here."

Here being Edinburgh. 

Mia resisted long enough to collect her backpack and box from Ginny, thank her and the pilots for the smooth flight, and wave goodbye. 

He saw her into the limo, stopped long enough to give orders to the men unloading the plane, and then slid his large frame into the car with a fluidity she envied. 

Mia had tripped on the cuff of her pant legs when she wore heels—another bone of contention between herself and Colt.

"There isn't much to see, I'm afraid, not from the airport, but once we've ye settled in, the missus and I will be happy to take ye 'round. Edinburgh's a beautiful city, though it's a dreich day today."

As it was grey, rainy, and windy as heck, Mia took dreich to mean yucky and nodded. "I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but I'm really confused. Am I here… legally?"

Fergus blinked at her, then burst out in hearty guffaws. 

"Well, I never went through customs going out or coming in!" Mia huffed. 

He wiped his face as the tears flowed and the laughter ended. "You do ken to make a man laugh. Aye, you're legal, Mia. We've arranged it. There are some documents and some legal jargon to go through in the comin' days, but aye, it's all legal. As ye're looking a might peely-wally, and had a rough go these last twenty-four, I didnae want to throw all that at ye right now."

She sighed in relief. "Alright. I just don't need to get arrested because someone thinks I snuck into the country."

He chuckled and shook his head. "Naw, lass. We won't have that."

Mia nodded and settled in, watching the world go by through the pelting rain, though she could feel Fergus' eyes on her face. 

"I ken someone who can look at that. Ye should let Sebastian press charges on the dunderheid for damagin' yer face."

"It's being taken care of," Mia murmured. 

"Don't haver to me, Mia," Fergus grumbled. 

She glanced at him, found the thunderous scowl and tilted her head. "Haver? Does that mean lie?"

He gave a sharp nod. "Aye."

She turned her attention back to the window. "I'm not lying. It's being taken care of. Just… not by traditional means." 

"And what does that mean? I assure you, we've done our research on you. We had to ken we had the right relative to the MacAlasdair estate. Ye've no ties to anyone who could take care of the bastard in the way yer implying."

Mia gripped the box beneath her hand tighter. "Do you believe in karma, Fergus?"

From the corner of her eye, she watched him squint as if trying to decipher a puzzle. 

"In a fashion. Though, I prefer to bring about my own justice."

She dug her nails into the box. "What about religion? Are you religious?"

"I was raised in the church."

Mia sighed. "Then let's just say I'm letting my God sort it out." She didn't bother to explain which God, having had very poor experiences before. It didn't matter that his ancient ancestors likely worshiped the same Gods she did now; many people didn't take it well when she was honest about her leanings. 

She wasn't ashamed by any means, but she'd been called witch, demon, whore, evil, and been told she would burn in hell so many times it was exhausting. She didn't need to justify her beliefs to anyone. But that didn't mean she wanted to do battle over it every time, either.

"Yer a woman of faith?"

"Yes." She looked at Fergus and smiled. "And He hasn't let me down yet."

He arched a bushy brow before nodding. "As ye say then. I still think Sebastian should scare the pants off the plab."

Mia chuckled. She doubted Sebastian could do anything worse than what Loki would accomplish, but she wouldn't put it past the Mischief God to use Sebastian in his schemes.

~

Fergus's wife was a steamroller.

Ivy, fifty-five if she were a day, took one look at Mia and mother henned so hard that the first two days were a blur of food, advice, men bashing, and sleep brought on by the copious amounts of whiskey-laced tea Ivy insisted would cure all Mia's problems.

As the bed in their guest room was a thing of beauty right out of some fairytale, Mia was happy to let it happen. Between naps, she managed to get through much of the legal mumbo jumbo, though she didn't honestly understand everything Fergus said. 

But five things she knew for sure. 

One. She owned a house near the town of Kelso, close to the Scottish border. Though it was a small estate, it had roughly thirty acres of land, including stables, assorted outbuildings, gardens, orchards and riverfrontage. 

Two. In the town of Kelso, she owned multiple buildings, all managed by a company that saw to the upkeep, rent, and leasings. Fergus assured her it was all on the up and up, and Mia surely hoped so because accounting had never been her strong suit. But he said the company was reputable, their legal accounting department ensured that, and she could trust they would see to her properties without screwing her over.  

Three. There was money. Lots of it. More than she could hope to spend in a lifetime. One trust was hers to use as she pleased. The other was some portfolio, something or other, with interest and investments from which they drew the estate costs. All the staff, utilities, and assorted upkeep bills came from that one. 

When she found that out, Mia's jaw dropped. She had a house she never had to pay for because the family she never knew existed set it up to keep her safe… forever.

Four. She had family ties to the community. Well, she did before the grandparents she didn't know existed died. Apparently, their search for her father, their youngest son, who cut ties because they disapproved of her mother, a Canadian on holiday with no blue to her blood, began shortly after he left Scotland. But like any angry, hot-headed young man, he and his new bride up and disappeared so thoroughly it took years. When the detectives found her parents, they'd been dead for two. It took eighteen more for them to track Mia through the foster system, through her schooling, and then Covid hit. Unfortunately, her grandparents didn't survive the pandemic.

While her heart panged with sadness, Mia hadn't known them. She hadn't even known they existed until a few days ago. But it was a missing piece to her past she could never get back, and that hurt a little. 

It also made her wonder how anyone could dislike her mother. Evelyn was incredible. Her dad, Callum, was intelligent and funny and worked hard to give them a good life. How could her grandparents ever think their love was a mistake?

The other two boys in the picture Fergus sent were her dad's brothers, who died young. Angus - the middle child - died at ten when he was thrown from a horse and broke his neck. The eldest son, Noah, was killed in a car accident by a drunk driver at fifteen. 

It left her with a shadow of loneliness she couldn't quite shake.

And five. She had permanent residence status. Mia didn't know how; she didn't know who they paid to make it happen, what hoops they jumped through, what wheels they greased, or what palms they silvered, but there was a shiny new Scottish passport with her name and picture on it. 

She was home if she wanted to be. 

~

It took a week for Fergus and Ivy to finally let her go. The pair had no children and, therefore, no grandchildren and unofficially adopted Mia as their own. 

They toured her around the city, took her out to restaurants and pubs, and even the theatre. Ivy took her shopping, though Mia insisted on buying regular clothing, nothing that reminded her of Colt or his obsession with all things designer. 

Mia spent hours browsing shops, buying books, art supplies, and things that tickled her soul. Some would go on Loki's altar. The rest would decorate her new home. 

At the end of the first week, and with her bruises now a sickly yellow-green, Mia climbed into a car - town this time, not limo - for the hour drive to the outskirts of Kelso. 

This time, she left with three suitcases and a dozen shopping bags, though her box with Loki's altar sat beside her, and her backpack remained at her feet. 

The God was strangely quiet while she stayed with the MacDougals, but as they pulled away from the house, Fergus clutching the envelope that held her former engagement ring - which he promised to return to Colt - a flash of red caught her eye. A raven dipped and spun, playing on the breeze, and though the day was grey and overcast, the sight of it made her smile. 

Did you miss me, girl?

Mia closed her hand over the box beside her, content in the knowledge he wasn't far away.

Next Chapter

[secretly-a-catamount]

The Carpenter and Tightrope Walker

(Did somebody say Rowaysa Circus AU? It was me. I said it.)

I wrote this on Ao3 under the account Beatty_About_Books, if you want to read my other works you can find them here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Beatty_About_Books/pseuds/Beatty_About_Books

CONTENT WARNING: This work has implied/referenced child abuse and a murder of a major character. If either of these things are upsetting to you, please don't read this.

Waysa was eleven when he first saw the tightrope walker. The hoards of circus-goers around him kept remarking on her glorious red hair - so bright that it could easily be seen even from where Waysa was sitting, which was the penny-cheap area of the stands - but he thought that it was her confidence with which she crossed the thin cable that made her beautiful. She was strong and grateful.

Waysa was thirteen when he caught Lady Rowena Fox-Pemberton after a show and presented her with a bouquet of wildflowers. Wildflowers, inexpensive and dull in their coloring, but meant with an emotion he dared not examine. Her face was surprised as she took them, their fingers brushing. Rowena softly confided in him that no one had ever given her a gift before, he said that he always would, and that soon became their routine (a friendship built on soft words and small gifts) until the Circus moved, as it always did, Rowena moving with it, as she always did, too.

Waysa was fifteen when she first kissed him in response to a comment he could never quite remember later. He was in love, although he did not yet know the name of the feeling he had tucked away in a secret compartment of his heart - a secret because he was a carpenter's boy and she was The Mistress of the High Wire.

Waysa was seventeen when he first told Rowena he loved her and placed a ring on her hand, something he couldn't really afford but had bought for her anyway. He knew what, or rather who, he wanted now, who drove him, who he waited for every year until her posters graced the town and he ran into her arms, kisses abound, her name always, always, always on his lips.

Waysa was nineteen when they ran off together. They fled both Rowena’s father, the Ringmaster of the Circus, an physically abusive and cruel man, and the illness that had taken Waysa’s family.

Waysa was twenty-one when they settled in a town by the sea. He built them a shop where they could both practice their trades (carpentry and apothecary respectively) and a house where they both could live.

Waysa was twenty-three when they married in second-hand clothing (Rowena looking more like an angel or a goddess than a mere woman).

Waysa was twenty-five when they had a daughter. A daughter they named Lorraine, who had inherited Waysa’s looks but Rowena’s spirit.

Waysa was twenty-seven when he disappeared.

Waysa would have been twenty-nine when his body was dredged from the cove. Weights lashed around his ankles and wrists, a single name carved into his skin, a warning and a threat.

Waysa would have been thirty-one when his wife killed her father, took control of the Circus as its new Ringmaster, and began training their daughter for the high-wire.

Waysa would have been thirty-six when Lorraine fell in love with a clockmaker’s son who had brought her a bouquet of wildflowers and a watch he really couldn't afford.

[dulcewrites]

Gone… but Not Forgotten

Pairing: Aemond targaryen x reader

Summary: Aemond and you always had a great relationship. But as the Dance of the Dragons begins and tensions rise, you find yourself on the outside looking in.

Warnings: mentions of stillbirths/allusions to pregnancy problems

A/N: so this is based on a request I received. I tweaked some things to make it a bit easier for me to write. Reader is non descriptive but I did take a lot of inspo for the house from the Summer Isles and the people who live there. Also I wanted to do something different with this. Since Fire and Blood is based on accounts - by septon Eustace, grand maester munkun, and of course mushroom lol, I thought it would be interesting to write how I think this story would be told from their perspective. Kind like how there’s three versions of the story, one person’s, the other’s… and then the truth. So the Fire and Blood accounts will be in italics and everything else is normal.

Link to ao3

Years after the marriage between then Prince Aegon Targaryen, Second of his Name, to his sister Princess Helaena Targaryen, many in the realm wondered when the second son of King Viserys and Queen Alicent would be wed. There was an assumption that Prince Aemond would marry to help build an alliance for the Targaryen house. Despite this assumption, it still came as a surprise when the news of betrothal between Prince Aemond and a young girl from far south of Westeros reached the rest of King’s Landing. The maiden being from a peaceful yet large island away from the fealty of the Seven Kingdoms; the girl a princess in her own right.

Septon Eustance tells us that Lord Otto Hightower, Hand of the King, saw a future need for swan ships and strong archers, traits of the military of the island. With the marriage came the agreement of loyalty and men. Eustance also says that the marriage was purely for alliance; the two young people having little connection, even a dislike for each other. Mushroom, on the other hand, tells us that the Prince and his betrothed were often described as close and loving towards each other. He also says that the marriage happened against the true wishes of both families. The situation being forced to marriage after they were found in a compromising situation by Queen Alicent’s sworn sword, Ser Criston Cole. The two entangled in passion that would leave anyone to question the chasteness of the princess.

The wedding was a festive event, one to rival the celebrations held for union between the eldest son and only daughter of the Targaryen House. People from all over came to give well wishes, including a surprising appearance from Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon. Mushroom recounts seeing Prince Daemon ask his new family member for a dance. Shared smiles and secret whispers flowing between the two.

Everything between the two seemed to be fine till the princess had yet to conceive a babe two years into the marriage. Some speculated that the two had failed to even consummate the marriage. Others closer to King’s Landing said that the princess could not keep a babe full term. The young girl struggling with two stillbirths.

Despite the tongues that wagged against couple, the princess was well liked in King’s Landing. The small folk taking a liking to new face in the castle much like how they embraced Queen Alicent. The Targaryen reign often being contested by small folk. She could often be found helping small folk. A pretty and pious butterfly amongst dragons. An outsider that embraced people as if they were her own.

One thing all accounts can agree on is that her untimely death set ripples through Westeros.

You tried to tell Aemond, you really did.

“It seems that you are with child, Princess.”

The words made you pause. You had pulled Master Landyn to the side weeks ago because of the upset stomach. You had expected him to send you on your way with a tea or herbal remedy.

It is not that Aemond and you had stopped trying to have a child. It had been two long years of trying with no success. It seems your mother was right, once you stop putting so much pressure on yourself, a babe would come. He would be happy… at least you think he would be. Aemond always tries to be understanding, but you saw the looks of disappointment and confusion whenever a maester would tell you two that you were not pregnant.

There was something slightly infuriating about how Aegon and Helaena, two people that never wanted to be married, had no problem producing heirs. As much you love your good sister and your niece and nephews, sometimes it was hard not to feel bitter.

Aegon’s jabs about Aemond having a possible impotence did not not help either. You know Aemond would never admit this to anyone but, you but intimacy is something both of you had to work on. Especially when it came to sex. With relationship came a lot of hardships, and breaking down walls both of you had put up.

The babe will be a reflection of love.

The first time you tried to tell him, you interrupted by the news of King Viserys dying. He rushes out the castle to find his brother before the words can come out. You debate telling Queen Alicent or even Helaena, but the tense air around the Red Keep keeps you locked away in your chambers till Aemond comes back.

“My love, I think we should talk,” you frown taking in a disheveled Aemond. He holds his hand up to stop you before ripping off his eyepatch. His head hitting the pillow gingerly.

“I know what you want to say,” he sighs. Your heart begins to race. Did Master Landyn go against your wishes and tell Aemond. “I do not want to talk about… him.”

Your shoulders slump in sadness for your husband. The relationship between Viserys and his children is complicated; the King never showing his four other kids the same love he did towards Rhaenyra. Not to mention the cruel manner he toyed with Queen Alicent. Though Aemond may not mourn his father, you are sure he will think about how now there is no chance for a mended family dynamic.

You squat down beneath the bed, and push a stray silverly strands from his face.

“When the time comes, I’ll be here when you do want to talk,” you whisper, smoothing out the frown on his face. “Maybe you work through that a different way. Aemond I-“

A knock at the door stops you. Aemond sits up slowly, vacant look in eye. You let out a frustrated huff before telling the person to come in.

“I’m sorry to interrup, but the Queen wants you in her chambers Princess,” your lady in waiting tells you softly.

You never find the words to tell him the news over the following days. It did not come the morning of Aegon’s coronation. It did not even come after you thought your life would be taken by Princess Rhaenys’ dragon. The words flow easier on paper as you write to your parents and confidants back home. There was a horrible sinking feeling in your gut.

As you grow a life, it hits you that yours has never been more in danger.

The Princess’ death is a point of contention in Targaryen history. While many of the deaths during that time are accounted for, hers continues to garner speculation.

Her parents, The King and Queen, were not shy to say they think their oldest child and only daughter was murdered by her own husband. The death of their daughter leading to the dissolution of the alliance to between the two families. A deep hatred pointed towards both sides of the dance. While the Greens made a point to reiterate that the Princess tragically took her own life; the pressure of the impending war being too much to bear. Queen Alicent insisted that it was the cruel nature of the Blacks that led to her good daughter not feeling safe.

Grand Maester Munkun tells that the Princess begged for her life to be spared, not for her sake but for the life of the her child. Mushroom tells a more sinister story. One of the princess being tortured by the family and left in woods away from the King’s Landing. Some of the small folk think of a different story. The Princess, in all her resourcefulness, ran away from the war.

Paranoia is at an all time high in the Red Keep. Everyone trending lightly since Aegon has been named king. As if everyone is waiting for the next catastrophe to happen. You carry the blood of a dragon inside of you, and yet you have never felt more like an outsider. Your husband, who always made a point to be a attentive, distant and cold.

The kisses are short, the hugs are different. Not the warm ones exchanged in private; the ones where you get to take in how nice he always smelled.

Something was wrong. You just could not put your finger on why.

Things only got worse after Daeron when to Storm’s End on the behalf of the family to forge a pact with the Baratheons. An argument breaking out between him and Prince Lucerys. It only made Aemond more uptight… more cautious of everything and everyone. Including you.

Hushed whispers and slight glances. You were the odd one out. Even with the completely different customs between your culture and Valyrian culture, you felt apart of the family.

War not only brings destruction, it brings division too.

“One poisonous flower has the ability to taint the whole garden.”

An off handed comment made by Helaena had been on your mind for days. As the rest of your family strategized, you were left to your own devices. You found yourself gaining the same sense of paranoia that stifled the rest of your family. Expect your ire was not only directly at the other side of the impending war, but towards the people you should trust the most.

Helaena tells you about the network of spies that works within the castle. Ones that Lord Hightower keeps in place despite how easily something could slip through the seams. You take whatever information you get from Helaena since no one else seems to want to keep you in the loop.

Everything came to a head one night when you are summoned to the Great Hall at the behests of the King.

Aegon and you never talked much. In fact, you think he has actively ignoring you since you for years. Helaena and Alicent said that is just the way he is. He cares little about things that do not directly affect him. Aemond theorized that you were the walking embodiment of how Aemond gets a choice, and he does not. Jealousy is a trait Targaryens take to a new level.

He looked straight out a Targaryen tapestry, sitting leisurely on the Iron Throne. Conquer’s crown titled to the side and Blackfyre leaned against him.

“My good sister, you are glowing,” Aegon’s cheery tone puts you on edge.

Your hand instinctively goes to your belly. You had not started showing yet but it was only a matter of time, and you were still not sure when to tell Aemond. The excitement and anticipation of another Targaryen babe waning after Viserys’ death.

“I wanted to see if news with your parents had changed.”

Your parents had sent ravens saying they will send men and ships is need be but you knew they were apprehensive to make any moves. In their eyes, this was not their fight. Despite his military prowess, you are shocked your father did not see this outcome. Swords were always going to be drawn over the crown.

“They are telling me as much as they are tell you, my King. I do expect them to sail here soon,” you try to put a smile. Aegon gives you a once over, eyes lingering on your stomach before meeting your eyes. A sparkle in his eye.

“You know I had the most interesting conversation with Maester Landyn,” he laughs sarcastically.

Fuck

“He was telling me how a new babe is just the thing this family needs to lift our spirits. I was quite confused because Helaena is not with child, and mother surely is not.”

He tilts his head at you with a smile. If drunk Aegon was mean, well a sober Aegon was cruel. It reminds you of the countless arguments you overheard between him and his mother. If only Aegon could stay sober and have something to work towards… he’d be dangerously good.

He drinks, but not nearly as much as he did pre his coronation.

“And I was thinking, that leaves only one person,” he continues taking more steps towards you. “Why would my sweet sister in law keep such great news from us?”

He pauses as if he is waiting for you to answer but as you open your mouth to explain, he holds up his hand to stop you.

“Unless you have a reason to be keeping it from my brother,” the fake cheery tone has left his voice.

He thinks you have cheated on his brother, and if he thinks that… what does Aemond think?

“Your brother is the only man to touch that way,” you say appalled by the accusation. “And the only man who will. He is the father.”

Aegon hums at the answer. Your eyes go past him to Blackfyre, leaning against the throne. Thanking the Gods he does not have it on him.

“Some say otherwise. My sister, if you have something to hide, this is a warning.”

Before you can ask who would even dare to accuse you of that, one of his guards comes into Great Hall calling for him. You turn to watch him go with panic flowing through your body.

Gods be good.

Because the Princess was the oldest child of the parents, much of the wealth and land was supposed to pass through her to her children. Many assumed that her land would go to Prince Aemond. Her family argued that her memory should not be tainted by their possessions going to her murderer.

Mushroom tells us that Queen Rhaenyra sent ravens with letters condolences to the family. He says she overstepped by mentioning the missed opportunity to marry their daughter to her son, Jacaerys Velaryon. There was whispers that Rhaenyra resented the Princess and her family after they made it clear that marrying a bastard would bring shame to them.

Her family supported no one during the dance, much to the chagrin of both sides. Mentioning that their daughter and grandchild was collateral damage.

“You know I love you, right?”

The words seem to rush out your mouth and fall on flat. Aemond gives you a curt nod before walking out of your chambers.

News of your pregnancy only seemed to excite Helaena and Alicent. The Dowager Queen going as far too plan a dinner in honor of her next grandchild. You realized how deep of a hole you were in with Aemond when his reaction was not what you expected.

If you kept it from him, it would only make it look like you did actually cheat. But telling him after the supposed rumors only made you look guilty. You do not know how many ways to tell him he is the father. Maybe a head full of blonde hair would do the trick.

It is hard to make small talk with your sister and mother in law while you feel Aegon eyes all bearing into you.

Symptoms of your condition had finally started to kick in. Nausea and lack of appetite showing up, even during the dinner. The only thing you seem to be able to get down is the sweet berried juice that Aemond tells you the kitchen made special for you. For a moment you think it is an olive branch, even if it is a small one. He used to ask the cooking hands about making desserts and treats you like. Ones you had back home.

It’s atart, with an interesting taste like nothing you have had before. Almost addicting.

You smile when you feel Aemond’s hand push a stray hair from your face. He returns a smile that you can only describe as sad. Your head begins to pound, so much that you almost miss when Aegon tells Alicent and Helaena that you should get more rest.

“I’m sorry,” Aemond says it once you two has left the room. You give him a confused look when he leans over and kisses your temple.

“For what,” your words come out more slurred. He does not answer, just continues to walk you back towards the living quarters. You giggle a bit when you stumble a bit. “Are you sure they did not put in wine in the juice.”

Your laughs are the only thing that ring through the silent room. He lays you down on your bed, sitting on the edge to tucking you in. The pounding in your head continues to drum on, working opposite to how slow your actions feel.

“You are gonna be such a good father,” you say softly.

Aemond flashes you a hurt look, and hums.

“Yeah… I would have been.”

His words make you furrow your brow. What does he mean would have been? You try to sit up to ask but your body stays flat.

“Aemond… my love,” you try to reach for him as he gets up to leave the room.

“I am so sorry.”

He repeats the words, and panic sets in. Something is not right but your body will not react the way your brain wants it too. The room starts blur as Aemond’s walking figure fades into blackness.

Grand Maester Munkun recounts that Prince Aemond never remarried nor had any romantic relationships after his lady wife dies. He says the Prince spends the rest of his short life in service to his family, specifically his brother. His mother and sister never seeing him or his brother the same way.

He was told by those close to the family that the Prince never recovered from her death. It is said he searched for clues as to who could have been with his lady wife, but had no luck. Mushrooms tells of a harrowing idea...the Princess' infidelity was sparked by rumors created by Prince Aemond own uncle, Prince Daemon and his mistress Lady Mysaria. The word traveling from Dragonstone to the Red Keep through spies. 

[idontunderstandchemistry]

Indecent Proposal (An academic rivals to lovers fanfic) - Tim Drake x Latina!Fem!Reader.

Sinopsis: Being a scholarship student at Gotham's most expensive school is not easy, especially when your academic rival, your nemesis, who coincidentally is the owner's son, decides to make you a rather usual proposition.

Tropes: Academic rivals-to-lovers, contract/bet, he loved her all this time, everyone else sees it except them, opposites attract, etc.

Author's Note: As promised yesterday, here it is! For those of you that want to read some chapters ahead, feel free to acess my AO3 account here. TYSM for reading S2

Warnings: none,.

Wordcount: 1373.

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven: Chemistry in pink foam

Ignoring Tim Drake was harder than you thought it would be. He stared at you for most of the Geography class, you could feel his stare burning your neck. At least, he wasn’t as pretty today as he was the day before, since he looked tired, as if he hadn't slept the whole night. It was good, you wanted the guilt to consume him. 

The first three classes went peacefully. Maths was easy, Sociology was a bit harder but interesting anyways and, although his stare was a bit distracting, Geography was nice. At the break, you and Alysanne went to the outdoor camp to chat more privately. They were a bit concerned about their parents. Apparently, things haven’t been the same at the Lewis’ house for about a month now. Tim appeared, trying to catch your attention, but when he saw Alyanne crying as you comforted them, he vanished. Good, at least he knew to respect harsh moments. 

And then, after the break, there was Chemistry class. You were particularly anxious for this one, since because of an attack Bane had done in the first week, you haven’t used the lab and all of your classes were theoretical. However, last friday Bruce Wayne himself came to the Gotham Academy to the opening of the new lab. 

Miss Gillian was even happier. She hated theoretical classes. First she reunited the whole class and gave the speech about safety inside the lab and asked you guys to form pairings. Obviously, you and Aly stuck together, however, it didn’t last long. Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne gently touched Aly’s shoulder and asked them if they’d like to switch partners with him.

Aly, knowing that Duke Thomas always stuck with his brother, looked at you with puppy eyes. You nodded at them, smiling. This might be their chance to “grab” him. So now you were stuck with Tim, probably for the whole semester, if not for the whole year. Yey!

— Hi — He said, shyly, and you had to control yourself to not roll your eyes. 

— Hi — You answered, trying to not sound angry.

— Did you get the flowers?

— I did.

— Do you like them?

— I’ve cut them to the stems — You answered, wearing your lab coat, angrily. 

He gulped.

— Look, I’m sorry…

— Enough talking. I’ll grab the materials.

You managed to keep him quiet for most of the class, since the experiment Mrs. Gillian chose wasn’t complicated, but required your complete attention. However, halfway through it, he slid a paper note to you.

“I really am sorry. I got stuck in a unexpected event”

You wrote back to him.

“Really? I couldn’t have guessed”

“How many times do you want me to apologise? You really think I would let you wait?”

“It’s not about leaving me waiting, it’s about not sending a message saying that you couldn’t make it”

“I ran out of battery and when I finally could charge my phone, you had blocked me”

“I doubt with all my heart that no one had a charger to borrow”

He sighed, then he did the unexpected: He added something to the solution that made it explode pink foam at you and him. The whole class laughed and Miss Gillian came to your aid. 

— Oh, geez. How did you even do this? — She said, inspecting you both — It’s just foam, gladly. But I want you all to look at them. Two of my best students, covered in unicorn vomit because they didn’t pay attention to what they were doing. Take it like a warning. You two, go wash yourselves. 

You looked at him angrily as you removed your lab glasses, leaving them on top of the worktop. Now you were a joke. You left the lab, walking quickly towards the washroom. He followed you.

— Not now — You said, washing your hands, angry, when he opened his mouth. He sighed again and started to wash his hands too.

— You know what, fuck this — He said, closing the tap — I did not just made a joke out of myself in front of the whole classroom so i could have a moment alone with you for you to treat me like shit. Yes, i fucked up. I left you waiting, but I didn't do this on purpose. And yes, I ran out of battery, and no, I couldn’t find anyone to lend me a charger because there were no sockets on Waynetech’s roof, and I know this is ironic. All I wanted was to get out of there so I could spend the evening with you, but I couldn’t. 

— Oh, your father did as he liked when he was our age, and you really want to play the “I couldn’t” card against me?

— I am not Bruce, Y/N! — He exclaimed, taking off his lab coat so he could wash it, even though the pink marks probably wouldn’t vanish — He was very irresponsible when he was our age, yes, he was. He was a spoiled brat, a scoundrel, practically a whore who fucked half the socialites in town and didn't give them the satisfaction. He slept at events held in his honour and the most popular thing on the internet are headlines about the embarrassments he committed when he was drunk. But I am not like him! I wanted to be there with you, I really wanted to! And Bruce changed a lot since he became a father! He educated us so we didn't take him as an example, so that we became gentlemans! I would have messaged you if I could, but I couldn't! What will it take for you to believe me?

You simply couldn’t hold back. He seemed really sorry. Your hands reached your face and hungrily pulled him down for your lips to touch his. Like your last kiss, this one wasn’t gentle, sweet or pretty. This kiss was hungry and full of emotion. He pulled you by the waist so he could be closer to you. His grip on your skin was rough and passionate, his hands were warm and cling to you as if you were made of dust and could simply slip through his fingers. You couldn’t judge him. Your grip on him wasn’t sweeter. One of your hands reached to his hair and the other pulled him closer by his shirt. You were still both soiled in pink foam, but you couldn’t care less. Nothing else mattered now, just your lips and his. 

Then the door opened and you quickly split apart, both embarrassed and breathing heavily. Miss Gillian stood on the door with an unbothered look on her face. She took off her glasses and cleaned them on her skirt, then put them on again.

— Well, it seems that you both don’t suck in Chemistry after all, just needed a different environment — She said and you saw Tim get even more red.

— Miss Gillian, I can explain.

— Look, honestly, I don’t care — She said — Actually, I’m happy, this means I won the bet against the other professors, however, you two should really get clean and go fill up the lab accident report. 

— Bet?! — Tim asked.

— We are stuck with the class most of the year — Miss Gillian said, crossing her arms — Sometimes we want to see some drama. Mrs. Bliss and I bet you guys would get together at the beginning senior year, Mr. Tanner, a romantic, bet on the sophomore year. Miss Oliver bet on the Junior year and Mr. Ogwan bet on the Senior Prom.

— No one thought we wouldn’t?

— Mr Hansen, but he is Sociology professor, he knows nothing about chemistry or romance — She said as if it was something personal to her — Finish cleaning yourself. I want the report at my table by the end of the class.

Miss Gillian left the washroom, closing the door as she left. You and Tim stared at the metal door for some seconds, still completely shocked. Then he turned to you again.

— This kiss mean I’m forgiven? 

— Yes, you are — You said, after laughing and taking your lab coat off.

He smiled beautifully and you finished cleaning the coats and threw them into the drawer machine. You grabbed a laboratory accident report card for you to fill together at the library. 

[tiannasfanfic]

Boys of Sumner: Part 2

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader (Angst)

Summary: After your family moves away from Evergreen when you were 16, you and Adrian Chase keep passing by each others lives like ships in the night. (Crossposted to AO3)

Rating: Teen & Up

Author Note: Have a good weekend!

CW: Reader is more gender neutral in this one, no pronouns used that I can remember. Some angst and sadness, missing people, siblings being jackasses.

Word Count: 1,903

Out on the road today, I saw a Black Flag sticker on a Cadillac. A little voice inside my head said, "don't look back, you can never look back." I thought I knew what love was, what did I know? Those days are gone forever, I should just let 'em go, but…

July 2016

Even though you only went through your first two years of high school in Evergreen, you still ended up with an invitation for Evergreen North High’s Class of 2011 five-year reunion. That baffled you until you saw three of your old friends in high positions on the planning committee. It all made sense then. They’d all been haranguing you to visit, and they finally found an excuse to lure you back.

You hadn’t been to Evergreen since the move seven years ago. There hadn’t been really any reason to, even though you and your dad often talked about how much you both missed Washington. While Phoenix was certainly warmer and had way dryer weather, which you both enjoyed a great deal, it never felt like home. Not like Evergreen still did, which is why your dad planned to retire there here in a few years.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” your dad asked you when you to told him you were thinking of going. “Hell, maybe you’ll get to see that Adrian kid again. I always did like him.”

Now there was a name you hadn’t thought of in a while.

Adrian Chase.

Out of all your old friends from school, he was the one person you hadn’t been able to stay in touch with over the years, or even reconnect with. Periodically you tried to see if you could find him online but had no luck. Either he was the last person on the planet to have any social media accounts or he had them very well hidden. You considered asking around about him a few times, but you couldn’t think of anyone to ask out of your old friends that still lived in Evergreen. They had never hung out with Adrian unless he was with you and neither side had kept up the friendships after you left. Even though you were the one that moved, it was like Adrian had made a quiet exit from your life without leaving a forwarding address.

Seven years ago, after leaving the Chase residence, you went straight back home to help your dad finish packing. A few of your friends and their parents stopped by throughout the evening to help and say goodbye. You even got calls from acquaintances from school who couldn’t come over but wanted to wish you a safe trip.

This was also the day you realized you were better liked at school than you had previously thought. That would’ve been helpful to know going into freshman year.

But the one and only person you truly wanted to see never came by, or even called. That really surprised you with how adamant Adrian was about doing something with you before you left. Neither of you had cell phones at the time so you couldn’t call Adrian directly. And you absolutely hated calling the house when Gut could potentially answer. He always gave you so much shit about calling his brother. That was why Adrian always called you instead ninety percent of the time. He knew how his older brother treated you and made you feel.

The move itself wasn’t without its issues, but nothing outside of what you would expect while dealing with a moving company. It took a bit to get settled and situated, but as soon as you were able, you called Adrian to give him your new number.

Instead, you got Gut.

After listening to him talk about how lame you are to still be calling his brother now that you were out of state, you asked him to pass along your new phone number to Adrian. Gut told you he would. Or, rather, said, “yeah, sure,” then hung up on you.

You never heard from Adrian though.

You kept trying to call. Either nobody was home or Gut answered and you left a message with him again. You weren’t going to give up, but then a few months later, the phone number had been disconnected. A couple of weeks after that, the number had been reissued to a different household. That really puzzled you, and worried you a little, but at that point, were out of options. You gave up trying to reach him.

You thought of Adrian frequently the first couple years before life carried you and your thoughts far away. After high school, you took your dad’s advice and avoided the military altogether. However, an old friend of his convinced you both that a career in higher law enforcement, such as the FBI or NSA, would be a good fit for you. He said you had that sort of analytical mind both agencies looked for in candidates, plus enough tenacity you wouldn’t be eaten alive. He had contacts in both organizations and would be able to at least get you considered for any position you might want. You went through your first four years of college with that career path in mind.

The reunion caught you the summer after you finished your bachelors, just before starting your masters. In the end, that’s what made you decide to go to the reunion. This would be your last chance to get away for a while if all went according to plan.

And your dad was right. You might get to see Adrian again. That thought alone excited you. It may have been seven years, but you still remembered your crush. Hell, you still had it. There was a big What If in your mind when it came to Adrian and that had kept your feelings alive all these years.

But, on the other hand, Adrian didn’t exactly have the best high school experience. To be honest, you weren’t sure if he would even want to go. It was a big chance you were taking hoping to see him there, but one you wanted to take. In nothing else, you’d see your old friends again.

The reunion was organized as a summer barbecue at a pavilion in one of the bigger parks. They even had a bouncy castle for the kids. And the adults too when the kids weren’t in there. It was fun, but sometime after the three-hour mark, you and two of your old friends decided to blow it off and head out to a bar for drinks. You figured if Adrian was going to come out, he would’ve already been there by then.

However, not even five minutes after you left with your friends, Adrian finally arrived. And was not happy about getting there so late.

Initially, he wasn’t going to go to the five-year reunion. Or any of the reunions at all, for that matter. He hated school, and high school was horrible for him, especially those last two years. He had no desire to see anyone he went to school with except for one person and he highly doubted you would even know about it, much less go. You only went to high school there for your first two years, so you didn’t graduate with him like you should had.

Then, last night, Adrian got bored while on patrol, checked out the event on Facebook and nearly fell off of the fire escape he was on when he saw you were going.

Seven years ago, he didn’t find out you had to move early until he overheard his mom talking about it two days later. He had tried calling you the day before but had discovered the phone already disconnected and assumed the service was shut off early. But no, had to moved already. Something to do with your dad needing to take over his new position sooner than expected.

This news utterly crushed Adrian.

While logically he knew there had to be a good reason you hadn’t told him, or even tried to say goodbye, that irrational part of his brain whispered that Gut was right. You had forgotten about him already. Adrian kept reminding himself that you and your dad had a lot of packing to go still, so you had to be very stressed finding out you had to do it all in one night. That thought ended up confusing him more though because if you’d have told him, he could’ve helped.

Even though you had promised to call him with your new number as soon as you had one, you never did. Now that one really hurt. Neither of you had social media either, so he couldn’t even message you on anything. He thought about asking your friends, but always suspected they only tolerated him because of you. Adrian felt like he was completely cut off and, to his knowledge, had no way of getting ahold of you.

It wasn’t too long after you left that everything changed. And then, soon after that, he was left on his own and he started to hone his skills for a much higher calling.

Truth be told, Adrian didn’t have much time to think about you during the first couple of years that you were gone. It had been just one thing after another since then. Once things settled down some and he became established in his new routine, he occasionally found his thoughts drifting towards you while on patrol. But he never let those thoughts linger for too long. If he did, they would make him upset and far too sad.

In the weeks after you left, Adrian had realized you weren’t his best friend, like he had thought all along. Not even best friends could leave such an impact on someone the way you had impacted him. Your absence in his life made him realize you were actually his person and the one that got away.

And that was why once he knew you were going to the reunion, Adrian panicked. There was no way in hell he could pass up this chance to see you. But, with that short of notice, he couldn’t take a vacation day, and no one could switch shifts with him. Calling in again was likely to get him fired since he had done a lot of that in his early Vigilante days. So, he had no choice but to work his 11-7 shift. He arrived at the reunion at 7:28.

And of course, today was one of those days where everything had gone wrong. He had overslept and been late to work. People had called in, so he wasn’t even able to leave early like his manager had promised. Then, to top it all off, he was utterly filthy. Right before he clocked out, one of the new waitresses had crashed into him with a full tray of food. While he had changed and cleaned up as best he could in the bathroom at work, he still smelled like a blend of marinara sauce, olive oil and vinegar, and souring Alfredo sauce. Since Adrian hadn’t thought about bringing cologne with him, and wasn’t about waste more time going home to shower, this was the state he was stuck in.

As Adrian hopped out of his car and jogged towards the pavilion, he desperately hoped that you still loved Italian food.

[carladuquette]

I was tagged by @dragonsoftheeast. Thank you, this was really fun!

1. What is your AO3 account?

CarlaDuquette. And yes, Carla is my real, actual first name.

2. How many words did you write total in 2022?

Ok, so here's the problem: Since I already updated Close your eyes, count to ten this year, AO3 doesn't count it for 2022. At least the fic doesn't show up in my stats for 2022, so I'm assuming that means none of the words I wrote for it figure into the word count either. Which means there's a lot missing. But then it counts all the words of fics I started in 2021 and wrote just one chapter of in 2022, so…

As it stands, according to AO3 I wrote 65,384 words in 2022. (For reference, it claims I wrote 168,090 in the seven days of 2023 so far, because it counts all of Close your eyes, lol.)

3. How many fics did you publish in 2022? How many multichapters vs oneshots?

I continuously updated one long-running fic and added to two oneshot collections that I started before 2022. I published five new stories in 2022, three of which were oneshots and two were multi-chapters. All of them were in the Elite (Spanish Netflix teen drama) fandom, except for one Casa di Papel oneshot.

4. What was your longest fic? Your shortest fic?

My longest fic was Close your eyes (unsurprisingly, considering that it's still ongoing after 2+ years), a Lu-centric future fic and my first foray into fanfiction writing. If we go by fics I started and finished in 2022, it's there goes Princeton, a pre-canon Lu-Guzman teen pregnancy/abortion fic. The shortest was Joy to the World, an AU… Christmas fic? Or more accurately a heartbreak AU Lu/Valerio oneshot.

5. What was your most popular fic? Your least popular fic?

My most popular fic by hits that I started and finished in 2022 was there goes Princeton. Least popular by hits was 12 points go to… in which some of the Elite kids watch the Eurovision Song Contest.

6. What fic didn’t perform as well as you thought it would?

"Perform" sounds weird and is pretty vague. I'll take it to mean comments, because that is what makes me the happiest. Based on that, I'd say I put a spell on you, a retelling of the movie Hocus Pocus with Carla/Samuel as the leads. Some people commented on the first chapter, but all but one dropped off after that. Not the end of the world, since I enjoyed writing it tremendously, haha. But of course it's always a little sad to see that you're basically just writing for yourself (one of the reasons why there aren't many OG Elite fics anymore, I'd venture).

7. What fic performed way better than you thought it would?

Missing her is like trying to know somebody you never met. It was the first (and so far only) fic I ever wrote outside of the Elite fandom, centering on my favorite Casa di Papel/ Money Heist character: Nairobi. I didn't really expect it to reach people, since there isn't an active ship in it and Helsinki is the only show character that actively appears in it. But it got several really kind comments, which made me happy 😊

8. What was your favorite fic you wrote from 2022?

Ooof. I mean, I'd have to say Close your eyes. But outside of that… Probably there goes Princeton. I'm proud of the character work in it, and of the Lu/Guzman relationship. But it had also been on my mind for a WHILE before I finally wrote it down, something I've always wanted to work on. I'm firmly pro-choice, and it's an issue really close to my heart, and I think I managed to tell a story where that comes through without overpowering the characters' journey.

9. What was your favorite fic that somebody else wrote in 2022?

So many options! I really enjoyed the Casa di Papel fic Un Buen Dia (currently on hiatus, I think) by queen of Nairobi fics AndraB74. On the rare occasion that @cupcakeb still writes Lu/Rebe, I'm there – last year it was her great "sort of canon compliant" fic hate to be lame. And the Archie/Veronica masterpiece hymn for the missing by @andsmile (10,000x better than the disaster of a show these two are on)

10. Tag your friends to do this year-end fic review as well!

Any fanfic writers, consider yourself tagged! Additionally I tag @booksandabeer @cupcakeb @lavandulacosmos @carlarosonn (you write fanfic, right? if not just disregard lol) @voidstilesplease @andsmile @theimprobabledreamersworld

[shemarmooresfedora]

Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Warning: swearing

Masterlist

Chapter 1

“Thank you for agreeing to guest lecture this semester. My students are really looking forward to hearing stories from a real life FBI agent,” Professor Walker was giving Spencer a tour of Georgetown University.

Spencer had agreed to guest lecture once a week in Professor Walker’s Criminology course following the return of the very much alive Emily Prentiss to the BAU. Spencer had snapped quite a few times at his co-workers and was still adjusting to the sudden development so Hotch signed off on this as a little break for Spencer.

Professor Walker was explaining faculty parking when Spencer heard that voice. It was so nostalgic and comforting, filling him with a sense of warmth that he desperately craved. He thought he would never hear it again.

“My office hours are Tuesdays and Thursdays from three to six. Can you make the lab up one of those days?” the voice asked.

Spencer was desperately looking around, trying to find the owner of voice so he could prove it wasn’t all in his head and you were actually really here.

Then, Spencer saw you. You looked as gorgeous as ever. You were in a black pencil skirt and a dark green blouse with pale pink high heels which was a far cry from the crewnecks, leggings, and converse that Spencer had known you to wear most of the time in college. You looked very mature and that is not to say you didn’t seven years ago but you had this sense of confidence about you now.

“Okay perfect, see you then,” you hung up the phone and made eye contact with Spencer.

Your jaw went slack, eyes widening in what appeared to be horror, and you ceased all your movement.

“Dr. Reid? Do you have any questions?” Professor Walker asked, forcing Spencer’s gaze to drift back to him.

“Uh no, I-I’m all set,” Spencer stuttered.

In reality, he had not listened to a single word he had just said but he took the metro so he didn’t have to worry about faculty parking. He was still trying to process the brief eye contact he had just made with you and figure out if it was a dream or not.

“Perfect, then you are free to go! I’ll see you Monday morning, bright and early!” Professor Walker chuckled.

Spencer waved as Professor Walker strolled off to his office and his eyes scanned the campus for you once again. However, you were long gone. Maybe it was a figment of his imagination.

-

“What the fuck!” you whispered to yourself as you were in a full-on sprint in your heels.

You were trying to locate your car keys in your purse while maintaining your speed. You simply could not handle seeing him ever again. You didn’t even know why he was here. He chose the FBI over you so shouldn’t he be on a private jet or something flying across the country?

Once you made it to your car and slumped into the driver’s seat, you knew you were safe. He didn’t know what car you drove and there were way too many cars to go around looking in the windows of each one.

You took a moment to collect yourself before pulling out of the parking lot. You drove your normal route to Wesley Elementary School and turned off the ignition, hopping out the car.

The kindergarteners were all lined up in a not-so-straight line behind their teacher with their little coats and colorful backpacks on.

“Hi Mrs. Flynn!” you greeted, heading to the back of her line.

You saw a flash of purple before you felt two little arms wrapping around your knees.

“Mommy, I missed you so much,” she exclaimed as you picked her up.

“How much?” you asked.

“This much,” the girl outreached her arms, creating a gap the size of her arm span between them.

“I missed you even more than that, Josephine,” you kissed her cheek, carrying her back to the car.

You placed her in her car seat and got her all buckled up as she talked to you about her day.

Yes, Jo was Spencer’s, that much was obvious from her big brown eyes and curly brown hair. She looked just like her dad but he didn’t even know she existed.

You and Spencer had dated for a little over a year at Cal-Tech. He was already on his third PhD and you were in your second year of undergrad but you both were twenty.

You thought he was the one but looking back on it now, what did you know. You were young, dumb, and in love. As soon as he was recruited for the FBI, you were swiftly dumped as he gallivanted across the country to be a badass and save lives. Fuck Spencer Reid is all you could think as you moped around your apartment for the first two weeks, absolutely miserable.

Then, you realized your period was late and you were never late. When you found out you were pregnant, your friends and family were very supportive, your parents especially, they said they would support your decision either way.

You decided to keep the baby even though you were still very young. You knew it would be hard but you knew this was something you wanted. You knew ever since you were a child playing with baby dolls and then growing up and babysitting your neighbor’s kids that being a mom would make you happy.

You never reached out to Spencer though. He broke up with you and then moved across the country. You weren’t really up for a “hey listen, I know you live thousands of miles away now and don’t want anything to do with me anymore but I’m having your child” phone call so you simply never made it. Sure, some help may be nice but you had your parents. You certainly didn’t need any help from the asshole.

-

It had been hours since Spencer had seen Y/N but he still couldn’t wrap his head around it.

He went to his old dusty computer on his desk and typed in “Y/N Y/L/N”. He wasn’t proud of this but he wanted to know what you were up to.

He found your section on the Georgetown University website. You were an Associate Professor in biology. Spencer smiled, remembering all the night you would come over to his apartment with a bundle of flashcards and have him quiz you until you got every single one right.

Your instagram profile was private and Spencer didn’t even have an account to request to follow you on. Not that he would, an ex seeing you in public after seven years and then requesting to follow you on an account that he just made would definitely come off as creepy.

He could ask Penelope to do further digging but you weren’t a bad guy so that would be an invasion of your privacy and he didn’t really want to deal with all of Garcia’s questions.

Spencer sighed. He missed you. He thought about you very often. Spencer thought it would be selfish to keep you tied down to him when he wouldn’t be able to see you very often. He thought it would just make you miserable so he broke up with you in order to save you from the future pain. But it hurt him so much that he actually cried the entire plane ride to Virginia, the poor woman next to him handing him tissues occasionally. You were way out of his league to begin with, you would find someone new and better in no time, he thought.

In the seven years that had passed, he had a few occasional flings but never even close to what he had with you. You were his first love and undoubtedly his last because he had realized too late that you were it for him.

AO3 link

[eryiss]

Speed Boost [Freed x Jet]

Summary: Freed keeps finding his eyes drawn to Jet after returning from Tenrou Island. Something about the man suddenly speaks to Freed in a way he can't understand. But, after weeks of this, Laxus pushes Freed to act on his crush, and spend an afternoon with the speedster. Who would have known that Freed and Jet would have such fun together, and all it took was a little speed boost.

Notes: Hi all. I'd never considered this ship before, this wonderful art by @heartonxions made me fall in love with them very quickly. I wrote this in one sitting and it's probably not my best, but it was really fun and shook me out of writers block, so I hope you all enjoy it and give the artist a lot of love. Also I’ve never written Jet before, so I hope he’s not OOC

Links: FFN, Ao3

Speed Boost

Freed hadn't been able to stop looking at Jet ever since they had all returned.

It had been little more than a month that the S-Class nominees had returned from their entrapment on Tenrou Island - or a month and seven years, depending on whoever you asked - and it was a task to adapt. Freed had done his best to fit into his new life, but so much of what had once been normal was gone, and it was hard to forget what was gone. His apartment, and his belongings, had all been sold by his landlord. His guild had been downsized and abandoned en masse. Even his favourite restaurant had changed chefs, and this new man was hopeless compared to the woman who used to run the place. It was a lot to come to terms with.

Thankfully, he had the foresight and luck to invest in a few companies before he had left. His investments had come off well, and his bank accounts never closed, so he had a small fortune waiting for him. It had been enough to find home for himself, his team, and give the guild's relief fund a substantiation donation. Not everyone could say that.

But now, he was bored.

Settled in his new home, which was furnished and decorated to his standards, he had no projects to focus on. Normally, he would have occupied himself with a mission, but they were few and far between for Fairy Tail now. So, he spent a lot of time in the new guildhall, watching his guildmates.

He had started people watching after Laxus' expulsion from the Guild. The Raijinshuu had agreed they would take a greater interest in their guildmates, become more social, and for Freed that vow had been realised through observation. He had considered talking to people more often but had been told that he could come across as abrasive and obnoxious to people who weren't accustomed to his charms - Evergreen's words, not his - and so people watching was the compromise.

That was where Jet came in. Freed, sitting in the guildhall, often found his eyes straying to the speedster. It was becoming a compulsion, he simply couldn't help himself.

Had Jet always been so… magnetic?

He was handsome, of course. Anyone with eyes could see that, even if it had taken Freed a little while to realise it. He had sharp features, charming hair, and a wardrobe that Freed more than approved of. His confidence was attractive too; who didn't like a man who knew his worth? Freed wasn't ashamed to admit that he was looking forward to the next endurance race so he could see Jet's confidence turn to cockiness. He both had the look and the personality that appealed to Freed, so it made sense that Freed kept looking at him whenever his mind wandered.

Freed did miss his hat. He had always loved that hat, even before he noticed the appeal of the man who wore it.

"This is fuckin' stupid," Laxus grunted, and Freed looked away from Jet and to his friend. Laxus had been sitting beside him at the bar for a while but hadn't been speaking. "I'm done with you."

"Done with me?" Freed asked, watching as Laxus stood up. "Where are you going?"

"Cutting through the pining, it's pissing me off," Laxus said in explanation.

He was walking away before Freed could say anything, and with horror Freed realised he was going towards Jet. A rush of panic hit Freed as Laxus pulled up a chair at Jet's table and started to talk to the man. There was the temptation to lay a rune on Laxus to stop him from doing whatever it was he was doing, but before Freed could even think of a fitting torment, Jet was standing up and walking towards him. He was going to kill Laxus but would have to do it later.

Jet walked over to him, and he was casting a shadow over Freed. If he were a less in control man, he might have squirmed in anticipation and dread. Freed might have had a small crush on the man, but that didn't mean he knew how to speak to him! Especially when he didn't have a clue as to what Laxus had said!

"Laxus said you needed my help," Jet said, and Freed frowned slightly.

"He did?" He asked. Help with what? Gods above, Freed was going to rune Laxus to hell and back.

"Yeah, no need to be shy about it," Jet grinned, and Freed's gaze flickered to his mouth. His teeth were slightly odd, and Freed was momentarily hypnotised by it. "You need to buy yourself a new wardrobe, you don't wanna carry a load of bags around with you all day, and I can help with that. You need help, I've got nothing to do all afternoon and I've got enough muscle to share."

Jet, to emphasise the point, flexed his biceps. He was on the thinner side for the men of Fairy Tail, but his muscles still bulged in his sleeves and Freed couldn't help the slight jump in his pulse.

Forget runes, Freed would simply stab Laxus.

But, before a murder fantasy could form, the reality behind Jet's words hit Freed. Jet had nothing to do all afternoon, and he believed that Freed needed help with buying an entirely new wardrobe. The opportunity to spend the rest of the day with Jet was being handed to him on a silver platter, and in a way that would force Freed to buy more clothes instead of circling the same three outfits he had taken with him to Tenrou. It was the perfect opportunity, and so of course Freed's instant reaction was to shut Jet down.

Though, why should he? They were both attractive men in their twenties, and Jet obviously wasn't perturbed by the idea of spending time with him, in fact he seemed rather enthusiastic. Even if nothing came of it, he would be getting to know a man who was his guildmate, and that was important.

"I'd appreciate that," Freed said, standing up. He was about an inch shorter than Jet; he'd never noticed that before. "Are you free now?"

"Yeah," Jet nodded. "I'll take you to all the best stores; bet there's a load you haven't heard of yet."

"I'd appreciate that," Freed smiled, albeit a little awkwardly because he was always awkward around people he didn't know well. He started to walk towards the guildhall's doors and looked over his shoulder with a grin. "Try to keep up, Jet."

Jet laughed, used his magic to beat Freed to the door, and waited for him with crossed arms. "That's my line."

Freed chuckled and the two walked side by side towards Magnolia's town centre. Freed found himself wearing the smallest of smiles as he walked, all while Jet gave him the rundown of the best clothes stores for guys in Magnolia, while assuring Freed that he'd be giving up to date fashion tips and critiquing every piece of clothing he looked at, so that Freed wasn't out of date in his style.

So, he was handsome, self assured, and fun to be around. Maybe Freed wouldn't kill Laxus after all; he'd just maim him slightly instead.

---

Two Hours Later

A woosh of air passed Freed, ruffling his coat and his hair, and a moment later Jet was standing beside him again.

Throughout the previous two hours, Freed had been taken to the newest and most modern clothing stores in Magnolia. The stores had changed a lot in the seven years that Freed had been absent, and it was odd seeing just how different the highstreet now was. Hell, what was once a cute little bakery that sold the most flavourful cupcakes known to man was now a modernist store that only sold jeans and constantly pumped out techno music. Needless to say, Freed hadn't spent much time there.

Eventually, Jet's version of modern style and Freed's personal clothing preferences had found a middle ground, and Freed had brought himself nearly enough to replace his lost clothing. Jet called his everyday clothing formal, and Freed didn't bother disagreeing. He knew his style was eclectic, and not the norm.

If Jet had any complaints, Freed could bring up his hat. Where was the hat? Freed really had loved it. That didn't matter.

Every time that Freed had brought himself something, Jet had taken the clothes from him, ran them to Freed's new house, and hung them in his wardrobe. It took less than thirty seconds to do it, and Freed found himself amazed each time. He knew that Jet was fast, of course, but the amount of agility and dexterity it would take to get into Freed's house, unwrap the clothes from their packaging, hang them in his wardrobe and return in such a time was extraordinary. He had to wonder what else Jet could do with his hands…

No! That was not appropriate. It would certainly muddy the day, and Freed didn't want that.

Jet, to put it bluntly, was delightful. He was quick witted, easy going, and fun to talk with. He seemed to take great pleasure in the fact he was now older than Freed and had pulled out the 'respect your elders' card more than once. Better yet, every time Freed had retorted by calling him geriatric and closer to the grave than Freed was, Jet had simply laughed. He was confident and self assured, but willing to take a joke at his expense.

It made Freed's insides all… squirmy.

"It's getting kinda late," Jet said, hands behind his head as he walked. "You fancy getting some dinner?"

"If you'd like," Freed nodded. "But if you want to return home, don't let me stop you."

"Nah, I like spending time with you," Jet said, as if it were nothing. As if it didn't make Freed's insides even more squirmy. "You okay with burgers, I want something greasy and served with fries after all the labour you put me through today."

"Yes, I'm sure it was a hardship," Freed deadpanned, before smiling. "A burger sounds divine."

And so, five minutes later, Freed found himself in a small diner, sitting opposite Jet either side of a small table. They had just given their orders to the waiter, who had retreated to get their drinks. This was the first time since the guildhall that Jet had been still - he was a fidgety man, Freed had realised - and it gave Freed a moment to look him up and down in a second of weakness.

Jet had removed his coat sometime in the afternoon, leaving it at Freed's house to retrieve. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt under it, and his arms looked even better bare. He had a soft smile on his face and, while Freed still missed his hat, his top knot was oddly endearing. Incredibly so.

How had Freed missed how handsome this man was for so many years?

"So," Jet said, voice quieter than it had been throughout the day. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine," Freed shrugged. "Not much else to buy, so don't worry. And I don't expect you to-"

"I meant in general, Freed," Jet pushed, and he was looking directly into Freed's eyes. The contact was intense. "How are you dealing with everything since you've come back?"

Ah. That was certainly a big question.

"I'm doing well," Freed said automatically. "I'm better off than most, given the circumstances-"

"Freed," Jet said, voice serious now. "I know when people are lying to me."

"Well," Freed said, voice not exactly a whisper, but not loud. "It's not the most pleasant experience, is it?" He could leave it there but didn't want to. He needed to be more honest. He'd regretted keeping people at arm's length when he thought he would die on the island. "It's the little things that bother me the most, really. I lost my house and my belongings, and I could accept that. I could rationalise that because it happened, and I needed to adapt. But, it's as if there's a steady stream of small things that have been taken away from me. I found out yesterday that the cocoa I buy for the winter has been taken off the shelves. Apparently, it's been replaced by something called 'pumpkin spice blend', whatever that is."

"It's crap," Jet said. "Takes like a trash can. Don't bother trying it."

"I'll remember that," Freed smiled slightly. "Sometimes I just start thinking about all the things I won't have anymore, and it wears away at me. Just slightly, anyway," He sighed, placing his hands on the table. "And then I feel selfish because people lost family members, or their savings, or their family heirlooms. It's just an odd situation."

"I guess so," Jet nodded. "But, you wanna know something?"

"What?" Freed asked.

"You're Freed Justine," Jet said firmly. He moved quickly, and suddenly he was cupping Freed's hands tight. A ripple of tingles flowed through Freed, and he felt his cheeks flushing red. "And Freed Justine is a monster of a man, who can handle everything that gets thrown at him."

"Thank you-"

"Say it!" Jet demanded, still holding Freed's hands. Still looking him directly in the eye. "Say you're a monster of a man who can handle everything that gets thrown at you!"

"Jet-"

"Say it!"

"Fine," Freed laughed a little at the intensity of the order. "I'm a monster of a man who can handle everything that gets thrown at me."

Saying it… helped.

"Damn right you are," Jet said, with a smile on his face.

The odd makeup of his teeth really was endearing- when had Jet started blushing? When had that happened? What had Freed done to cause that? It was a little blush, just below his eyes, and yet so damn attractive! And when had Jet leant in so close, with his damn biceps flexing and- what was he doing now?

Jet carefully, gently, took a strand of Freed's hair in his hand. He ran it through his fingers, and Freed couldn't help but smile at the feeling. The gentle tugging on his scalp, even if unintentional, sent those tingles through his whole body. Was Jet… surely he knew what he was doing.

"Never met a monster this pretty, though," Jet commented, a smile equal parts charming and flirtation on his face.

"Jet-"

"And that cocoa brand you can't find, it's not VelvetSoft is it?" Jet interrupted, still playing with Freed's hair as if it were normal. Freed blinked at the sudden non sequitur, before processing the question.

"Erm, yes. It was," He answered, still looking at the strands of hair Jet was playing with.

"There was a big outcry when they stopped selling it. The final few days, everyone went crazy buying up what they could," Jet laughed. "I bought five massive tubs of the stuff before I remembered I don't even drink it. I'll drop them by your place tomorrow morning."

"You don't have to-"

Their server, with their drinks resting on a tray, approached them both and placed them on the table. Jet pulled away and released his grasp on both Freed's hands and his hair, sitting back in his chair as if he hadn't just casually rocked Freed to his core for a moment. Freed leant back too when the server placed his drink before him, but he couldn't look away from Jet. Jet, who still had a little blush on his face.

The second the server was gone, Jet was speaking. He was telling the story of how everyone in Magnolia went mad when VelvetSoft Cocoa announced they were going to stop selling their product. There were protests, and panic buying, and Freed found out that Jet was a damn good storyteller too.

It was almost enough for Freed to forget what had happened. Almost.

But Jet's gusto and enjoyment at his stories carried them both through the meal, and Freed found himself laughing along with the man. He never lost the blush, and neither did Jet, but he realised that talking with the man was a hell of a lot more fun than hyperfocusing on the moment that had been shared between them. That was something else that Freed had promised he would change about himself when he survived the island; he was going to start living in the moment.

When the bill came, Freed reached for it. As he pulled out his wallet, Jet did the same. Freed spoke before Jet could pull any money out. "I'll pay for this. It's the least I can do after dragging you around the stores all day."

"Nah, I'll pay my own way," Jet insisted.

"You don't need to."

"Yeah, I do," Jet looked up, grinning. "Because if I let you pay for this, then I can't get what I actually want from you as repayment. And what I want is much more fun."

Under the grin and the gaze, Freed actually did squirm. Did Jet mean what Freed thought he meant?

---

Thirty Minutes Later

No. Jet did not mean that.

"You're joking," Freed gaped, looking down at what Jet had just handed him. "You can't expect me to…"

"I can," Jet laughed. "You did agree to this."

Freed could hardly argue with that. As payment for Jet's services, Freed had agreed to let Jet pick out an entire outfit for him which he would have to wear for a full week. He had agreed to this thinking that Jet would pick him out some clothes that were supposedly fashionable and more of Jet's style than Freed's. When he looked down at the bundle of clothes that had been given to him, he realised he had made a mistake.

Well, maybe the mistake had been teasing Jet about the punishment for losing the last endurance game. Jet had been photographed in a bunny girl outfit and a maid's dress, and had those pictures published in Sorcerer Weekly. In retrospect, he shouldn't have provoked him.

Still, this seemed obsessive.

In his hands were a rainbow patterned tailcoat, a pair of snug black pants, some white velvet gloves, and a damn top hat. He would look like a ridiculous circus ringmaster. He absolutely could not wear this in front of the guild.

"You expect me to wear this in front of Natsu and Bickslow, I will never live it down," Freed argued.

"That's kinda the point," Jet laughed. "Oh, one more thing. Kind of important."

A whoosh of wind flew by as Jet ran off. He was back a moment later, and Freed gaped at the clothing he was dangling in front of Freed's face. A pair of sparkling rainbow briefs.

"No," Freed said firmly.

"Yes," Jet argued back.

"Absolutely not," Freed stated.

"Absolutely yes," Jet laughed.

"I prefer boxers," Freed tried to argue.

"I didn't ask," Jet brushed it off.

They both looked at each other for a moment. Freed with an unimpressed expression, and Jet with restrained glee. Freed huffed, snapped the ugly underwear from the man's hand and stomped off towards the small changing cubicles in the corner of the market.

He looked at the hideous outfit with dread - this was so damn embarrassing - before stripping down. Jet had done a lot for him today, and without him he would have spent another evening sitting at the bar drinking and feeling sorry for himself, so maybe he owed the man something. It would just be a week; he could deal with that. Besides, the underwear was the worst part, and nobody was going to see that. He adorned the whole outfit, looked in the mirror and cringed at the multicoloured mess of a circus clown that he now was.

The moment he left the cubicle, Jet burst into laughter at his expense. It was a loud and boisterous sound, and Freed would have relished in it - it was lovely - if it didn't draw attention to his ridiculous outfit. He really would never live this stupidity down.

"Are you happy?" Freed snapped but couldn't help a small smile. "Because I'm not."

"I'm happy enough for both of us," Jet grinned. "You look great."

"I look like a matador who got lost in a dye factory," Freed claimed, which only made Jet laugh more. "May I change back? At least give me some dignity before I have to wear this for a week."

"Sure," Jet laughed, and just as Freed turned, he spoke again. "Wait!"

Freed turned, and then suddenly there was a whoosh of wind and a rustle of fabric. Jet returned to where he was, and Freed stood there for a moment before he realised what had happened. There was a gentle wind on his thighs… Jet had pulled his goddamn pants down around his knees!

He scrambled to pull them up, but the display of magic mixed with Jet's raucous laughter had attracted attention before Freed could fully right himself and hide the awful, gaudy briefs. He glared at the strange man who was laughing, who quickly retreated. When he turned to glare at Jet, he simply laughed louder.

Freed couldn't help but join in. "And you call me a monster."

"Hey, they look good," Jet laughed. "And you're laughing, so you can't be angry at me."

"You'd be surprised at the conflicting emotions I can feel," Freed said. "I will get you back for this."

"Sure," Jet grinned. "Go put your clothes back on. Unless you like the new style, because I saw a pair of rainbow jeans that'd look great on you."

"I think this is enough," Freed stated, turning to the changing cubicle again. As he changed, he found himself laughing. Laughing hard and unrestrained.

It had been some time since he'd laughed like this. It was nice. He missed laughing like this.

---

Twenty Minutes Later

"This was nice," Jet said, leaning against Freed's door frame. "I'm glad we did it."

"Me too," Freed said, standing in his new house's doorway.

Neither man spoke, and they both just stood there, looking at each other in quiet silence. Freed couldn't help but notice just how similar to the end of a date this felt. It felt like neither wanted the night to end, and they both just wanted to lean into each other and have that beautiful first kiss. Or maybe Freed was just engaging in wishful thinking.

"Maybe we could get a drink tomorrow," Jet suggested. "You're good company when you wanna be."

"You're quite entertaining yourself." Freed said.

Again, there was a quiet between them both, which Jet broke. "Guess I should go."

"I suppose so," Freed said. Jet hesitated for a moment, before slowly walking down the small path of Freed's front garden. Freed watched him go and cursed himself for letting that happen. He didn't want Jet to go yet. Not like that. He was speaking before he could stop himself. "Wait!"

"Yeah?" Jet asked, turning to look back at Freed.

"Your hat," Freed said, as it was the first thing he could think to say. "Where is it?"

"My hat?" Jet asked, and then suddenly rushed forward so he was leaning on the door frame again. He was grinning down at Freed. "Why d'you wanna know?"

"I liked it," Freed admitted, cheeks stained red again. "I just wondered if you still have it."

"I do," Jet nodded. "Stopped wearing it at some point, but I still have it."

"You should wear it again," Freed stated. "You looked good."

"Maybe I will," Jet hummed, then smiled. "What are you gonna do to make it worth my while?"

Freed rolled his eyes but was smiling too. He really did like that hat…

"I'll wear that damn outfit for two weeks, rather than one," He offered, and Jet tapped his chin in a show of exaggerated thinking.

"Two weeks?" He mused. "I don't know. I think a fashion icon like myself-" Freed scoffed at that. "Would need something more than you wearing something embarrassing for two short weeks to get me to go back to an outdated style. Something much more."

"A month?" Freed offered and regretted it immediately. Jet was grinning though, and it was such a handsome sight that Freed's regretted was gone as quickly as it came.

"That seems fair," Jet nodded. "Deal."

Jet held out a hand for Freed to shake, which Freed took. Rather than a handshake, Freed was pulled forward. He tumbled into Jet's chest, and a hand cupped his chin faster than he could understand. With wide eyes, he saw Jet looking at him with a slightly dazed expression. Jet leant forward, and so did Freed, and they had a quick, chaste kiss.

Tingles overrode Freed. It had been such a small kiss, but it had rocked him so completely.

"Erm," Jet said. "Bye!"

Jet went to run, but Freed somehow anticipated it. Jet may be able to run fast, but Freed could cast fast as well. The runes around his house, which he used to keep out uninvited guests, flared to life to keep Jet inside. Jet halted just before the wall and slowly turned, almost looking guilty at Freed. Freed ignored the expression, walked down the small path to where Jet was standing - squirming - and never once broke eye contact with him.

Without speaking, Freed wrapped his arms around Jet's neck, pulled him close and kissed him. There was nothing fast now unexpected about it.

The tingles overthrew Freed, and he drowned in it. The feeling of his lips against Jet's, his body pressed against Jet's, was euphoric. It was like no kiss Freed had ever felt before, and Jet was kissing him back with just as much enthusiasm. His hands were resting against Freed's waist, and he relaxed into the touch with a smile.

When they pulled apart, they were quiet and still. Freed smiled at Jet. Jet smiled at Freed.

"See you tomorrow," Freed whispered.

"See ya," Jet whispered back. "Bye."

"Bye."

Jet walked through the rune, turned back to Freed with a blushing smile, then ran off at full speed. The wind of his running caressed Freed, and he smiled a little as he placed a finger gently on his kiss swollen lips. He smiled in Jet's wake, and the prospect of seeing Jet again tomorrow suddenly filled him with a roaring need. It had been a good day.

---

The Next Day

Jet sauntered up to the guildhall with a wide, giddy smile.

All of that had actually happened! He'd spent the day with Freed - 10 Wizards I'd love to date winner - Justine, laughing and joking and making him wear stupid outfits. He'd eaten with the man, shared a quiet moment with the man, and had one of the best damn kisses he'd ever had in his life! Who knew a kiss could make your knee's tremble like that?

And to think, Laxus was to thank for it.

Everything about it had been amazing. He had never known what Freed was actually like, but the moment he saw it, he fell in love with him. He'd long since gotten over the fact he fell for people hard. Everything he did, he did it fast. Falling in love was no different.

He was actually whistling as he walked to the guildhall, he was so blissed out. He had fallen for someone who, given how damn good that kiss was, seemed to feel the same way back. And now, he was going to spend the day with that very same guy, flirting and making fun of him while he wore a ridiculous outfit of Jet's creation. That sounded like a pretty damn heavenly day to him! He doubted anything could bring him down off the high he was feeling that morning.

Except for what met him in the guildhall.

Every wall was plastered with posters. Posters of him, dressed in the damn bunny girl outfit and maids dress from seven years ago. He cringed, looking around in horror as his guildmates laughed at him. His eyes settled on Freed, who was wearing the costume but looking smug, nonetheless.

With a burst of magic, Jet ran around the guild and gathered every poster he could. He settled on the table that Freed was sitting at, the pile of posters in his hand. Freed met his gaze with a smirk.

"You said I had to wear the outfit," Freed shrugged. "You didn't say I couldn't distract people at the same time."

"I'm gonna get you back for this?" Jet promised.

"I should hope so," Freed smiled, then averted his eyes bashfully. "Perhaps you could plot against me at dinner tonight."

"Maybe I could," Jet nodded, smirking. "See ya tonight, Ringmaster."

"Looking forward to it, Bunny."

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liv’s masterlist.

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jily | word count: 15.7k

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(james and lily in hiding, trying to come to terms with the war & what it means to become parents amid one.)

like a rabid dog

jily | word count: 15k

1978. war creeps, it prowls. forgive james if he is not yet adjusted to the stench of death.

(the gang move in together after school meanwhile the war hovers in the shadows. bravery is a fickle thing.)

and still the fire burns

jily | word count: 24.9k

nineteen seventy-seven and the world is ending. or maybe just beginning. perhaps it’s the same exact thing.

(a non-linear account of lily’s sixth year, learning how to wield her anger and fall in love while existing in a world that doesn’t want her.)

cross my heart, cross the line

jily | word count: 19.8k

she thinks about him in the same way she thinks about time and death and growing up. ceaselessly. hopelessly.

(growing up is scary. in this story, james and lily navigate that inescapable fact together.)

stand in your storm

jily | word count: 8.3k

she is a contradiction in and of itself. her smile mirrors the sun while her actions mirror the moon.

(entirely self-indulgent. no plot in sight, but maybe if u squint. like really squint. just 2 teenagers pretending they don’t fancy the fuck out of each other.)

this side of the universe (bare & brief)

jily | word count: 9k

they're seven and they're twelve and they're eighteen and somewhere along the way, they became something more.

(childhood friends-to sort of enemies-to lovers. some happy times and not so happy times along the way.)

glitter and glow

jily | word count: 2k

the stars are twinkling, the revelers withdrawing, and lily and james—who simply relish in their affinity.

(james and lily are in love on new year’s day. that's it. nearly made myself puke with how grossly endearing they are.)

hold me like you mean it

jily | word count: 8.6k

But out of all of those moments, large or small, the biggest mistake of all was Lily Evans sleeping with her best friend all in favor of soothing his heartache.

(And falling in love with him in the process.)

(friends w benefits jily. inspired by a dodie song. take that as you will.)

the tide that falls

jily | word count: 3.5k

“I love you,” his voice is a whisper; a soft, tender tone of nothingness murmuring the words that mean everything.

The words that could change everything. Only, they weren’t said to her.

(lily is pining and james is pining and it’s just pining all around. happy ending!)

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thank you to @the-dream-team and @crimson-snitch for the tag in reminder to finally make a master list! would have continued to procrastinate if it weren’t for you both <3

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Never break the chain

Synopsis: You were Zemo’s devoted girlfriend, he would take you all over the world and treat you to everything you want in life however that all changed the day Sokiva fell. Consumed by anger Zemo went off the deep end trying to avenge his fallen country and you last saw him being escorted to prison. Years later you became really ill and there was only one thing that could save you. After a lot of searching you finally managed to get your hands on some super soldier serum which saved you however Zemo is now out of prison as is determined to finish what he started no matter what stood in his way.

Warnings/Tags: Bad Zemo, Mentions of guns, Toxic relationship, Almost cried while writing this, Hits in the feelings, Lots of angst, So much angst, Mentions of death

Word count: 1.7k

Author’s note: Hello my fellow masochists *cough* Markiplier *cough*, I for one thrive on sad moments in fics, ones that break my heart. I live off angst and I am sure I am not the only one in this so I have written this angsty Zemo fic. There is no fluff here just sadness so you have been warned. I’m going to write a really sweet and fluff filled one shot after this as an apology. Also warning this relationship is toxic so like obviously I don’t condone Zemo’s behaviour in this, he’s meant to be a dick here.

I got inspired to write this from a song so like if you want extra emotions listen to this: https://youtu.be/1A8YpV1tfsQ

This is also being posted on my ao3 account under the name Casmad

The wind blew sharply against you, the coldness of it scratching your skin. Your eyes water up slightly at the harshness of it and you wrap your arms around your body trying to warm yourself up. You looked out over the cliff, looking over now the deserted area you once called home. Sokovia. Its beautiful landscape is broken and torn apart. An echo of how magnificent it once was. You raise your hand to touch the chain that hung around your neck. A reminder of the past.

“Darling I would be honored if you wore this for me. I have a similar one I’ll always keep around my neck so that even when we are apart, there’s a part of us that will always be together” Zemo asks nervously, swallowing and glancing from the necklace in his hand to your face.

You put your hands onto his, taking the necklace, “I’ll never take it off”

Zemo’s face broke out into a smile, his eyes shining as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest. He holds you closely as you close your eyes melting into his presence. He kisses the top of your forehead and rests the top of his head on yours. “My beautiful moon” he murmurs

A tear slowly slipped down your cheek as you thought back to better times. You had been so happy with him. You two had planned your whole lives out together. The Baron and Baroness.

“Would you care to accompany me to the ball?” Zemo asks, holding his arm out to you.

“Oh I don’t know should I?” you joke, holding your chin in your hand as if questioning it, making Zemo chuckle.

“If you do I promise you can be in charge in the bedroom tonight,” he says as he leans into you. You grin back at him, raising your hand to his suit jacket and pulling him towards you for a kiss. As you feel his lips on yours and his hand rests on your hip you smile into the kiss. As you pull back you swell with happiness seeing a rosy tint to Zemo’s cheeks.

“I suppose turning up to to a ball on the arm of a Baron has its perks”

Zemo laughs and pulls you into a side hug placing a kiss on your temple.

“What would I do without you” he hums to himself as he admires you “My moon”

Everything made sense, everything fit. You couldn’t imagine a life any different till it happened.

You and Zemo had been away visiting a local country when you heard of the news. You collapsed on the floor screaming at the tv as Zemo was on the phone already organizing a trip back home. When you arrived your heart broke seeing all the destruction. Zemo was holding your hand but he let go. It was all gone. Everything. Your whole life had changed just like that.

You wipe the tears away from your cheeks yet they continue to flow as you remembered what happened after. The madness and desire for revenge had consumed Zemo. You tried to stop him. You really did but what could you have done?

“Helmut, please. This isn’t healthy...this...this isn’t you!” you cried as Zemo was preparing his attack on the avengers

“Y/n I have to do this. There is no other way” he angrily replied, refusing to look at you.

“I can’t support this” you whisper, grabbing a hold of his arm. “I can’t watch you do this”

Zemo looks at you, his face forlorn as he watches the tears fall from your eyes. He pulls you to his chest wrapping his arm around you and kisses the top of your head, stroking your hair. “I’m not asking you to moon”

You leave the warmth of his arms and watch as he grabs his bags and walks out of your room, giving you one last glimpse of goodbye before he walks out of your life.

That was the last time you saw him in person. The next time it was on the news as he was being arrested. In the end, his plan had succeeded. He split up the avengers but then what? It didn’t bring anyone back. Sokovia was still dead and you were left behind while he was locked up for life.

You close your eyes, squeezing out the remains of your tears, preparing to leave this cliff looking over your deserted town when you hear the sound of a click. You let in a sharp breath of recognition. Slowly turning around your eyes adjust to the barrow of a gun and the person standing behind it.

Zemo.

He still looked the same as you remembered. Though if you stared closely you could see lines showing his age starting to appear, the bags under his eyes were bigger than what they once were however after all this time it was still him. He even wore that ridiculously over-the-top coat that you always stole from him.

His eyes however were different, when you always looked into them in the past they seemed warm, like the feeling of drinking hot chocolate. You could melt in them but now they were stone cold. Emotionless. Like he wasn’t even there.

“Zemo…” you breathed out focusing on him

“I planned to eliminate all superheroes” he states

You shake your head at him, “Zemo please”

“I’ve almost completed my plan to rid the world of superheroes, of ‘super soldiers’”

“Please let me explain,” you say starting to take a step forward to him but he quickly raises his other hand grasping the gun, holding it in both hands now and pointing it at you making you stop in your tracks.

“How could you,” he spits, his lips drawing back in a snarl “How could you become one of them!”

“I had no choice” You rasp, tears starting to flow from your eyes again, “I would have died otherwise”

“THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED THAN TAKEN IT” Zemo shouts

The colour drains from your face, your eyes widen in shock staring at him. His jaw tightens as he glares at you. You both stand there in silence taking in what he had said.

Wiping the side of your tear-stained cheek you smile sadly at him, sniffing, you step forward again resting your forehead against the gun.

“Okay” you simply say, your throat feeling like sandpaper as you utter those words

Zemo glares at you, his finger resting on the trigger. The gun starts to shake as he clenches his face in anger.

“DAM IT” he shouts, throwing the gun to the side. His hands grab onto your shoulders roughly, causing you to hiss in pain.

“Why are you doing this to me y/n. How could you do this to me” He snaps.

You were too shocked to reply to him, causing him to get even angrier. His eyes swarmed with tears and when one threatened to fall he pushed you back and turned away so you wouldn’t see.

You shakily let out a breath you were holding in and collapsed onto your knees. Your heart was beating rapidly against your chest and you clenched the sides of your body with your arms in comfort.

Zemo turns back around to you, hatred in his eyes. “I’ve come so far, killing so many just to be stopped here”

“Because you refuse to kill the woman you love” you implored in hope but he shakes his head, “No. Not that”

“Yes, yes that Zemo!” you say shakily getting back up off the ground. “Zemo I still love you though by gods I shouldn’t. We made a promise to each other” you affirmed holding up the chain around your neck, “We were forever Zemo”

Zemo’s finger brushed up against the chain that had been hanging around his neck for the past seven years. They wrap around the chain and in one swift motion, he pulls it off his neck, breaking the chain and throwing it to the ground.

You stare at the broken chain on the floor, your heart dropping. In just one notion it was like all those moments you two spent together were worth nothing. It had led to nothing.

Zemo grabs ahold of your chain and pulls you closer to him, “The truth is, my darling moon, that you don’t love me either”

You try to argue back to him but he raises his finger to your lips, “ah”

“You want to know how I know?”

You don’t say anything, staring at him confused, he leans towards you and automatically you close your eyes however he instead he puts his lips to your ears,

“You’ve been calling me Zemo instead of Helmut”

He lets go of the chain, pushing you away from him again, the force knocking you to the ground.

You think back over your conversation. He was right. When had you started referring him to his last name rather than his first name? You had always called him by his first name before.

You look back up to him, your eyes watering and noticing the tears starting to fall from his eyes.

“I spent years in that prison imaging what it would be like to finally get out. To hold you in my arms once again. To have what we once had. It was the only thing that kept me going in there. You can’t even begin to imagine the pain I felt when I found out the truth. The pain of your betrayal. I hated you. I...I” his voice cracked as he started to cry more

He keeps trying to stop letting out a sob yet his mouth can’t help but frown and his face contorted. “I thought I could stop the pain by getting rid of you but I can’t. Even though I can’t stand looking at you I can’t kill you”

He swallows and looks away from you to the chain on the ground, “I don’t want to ever see you again.”

You could have said something then. Called out to him. Spoke sense to him. He might have even listened but you didn’t. You didn’t say anything. You didn’t try to stop him. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes.

He turns his back and starts to walk away but stops for a moment, turning his head slightly.

“Goodbye y/n”

[pengychan]

Look mom, I'm making a callout post!

Well, not a callout as much as a warning to the entire Coco fandom, given what we found out about the piece of work that goes by "hobbyartist01", and what she has done to several fans for the past few months. I'll try to make a very long story short.

Be warned, there is mention of heavy homophobia and continued harassment.

I'm going to start from... near the end. When, a few days ago, this exchange between hobbyartist01 and some other users was brought to the attention of several people in the Coco fandom. 

(Could I have blacked out the other people's names? Yes. Did I? Absolutely not.) 

I will not link you to the video in question because I don't think that pile of shit should get any views. If you're too curious to resist, you can find it on YouTube but be warned - it is vehemently homophobic and the arguments in it are absolutely vile.

As hobbyartist01 was in a Coco Discord server called The Marigold Bridge, this screenshot was brought to the attention of its admins and some users. Not only did it show a new side to this user we'd been unaware of, but it suddenly presented us with a possible solution to an issue several people had been dealing with.

Starting in January this year, several Coco artists and writers have been dealing with an especially malicious anon. Hateful messages were sent, harassing comments, and in some cases even personal information the anon had been able to uncover about them (though mostly outdated); this person has quite literally gone back years in one user's Internet history to dig up information they had posted as a young teenager. The mods were sent a link by a blog which turned out to be an IP tracker; the blog later deleted itself. This anon tried rather hard to doxx one of the mods, and expressed frustration over being unable to do so. Another Coco fan received an anon message with a link to their personal Facebook profile.

Due to some very specific conversations in the Marigold Bridge server being referenced in the anon's comments, it was clear this piece of work was among its users. However, the mods had no idea who it may be.

Until the conversation above was brought to their attention.

You see, a lot of the messages and comments the anon had been sending had very clear homophobic undertones, with some being straight-up slurs; and some, which was most puzzling of all, had some really weird fanatical comments about going to Hell for worshipping a character "like he’s a god". So, once we saw the ugliness behind hobbyartist01's cutesy art and facade... we began looking into her a bit more. And suddenly it turns out that clues were there all along as to the anon's identity, we just needed to know who to look at.

A combination of peculiar wording in the messages, timing, people who just so happened to be their friends being brought up in said messages and more, made us strongly suspect hobbyartist01's was the hateful anon who'd been harassing people for some seven months. None of it was proof, but as it turns out, there was a smoking gun: while we knew how the anon was able to doxx one person, the other - the one who got a link to their Facebook profile sent to them - had no idea how they may have possibly been doxxed.

They had been very careful not to leave anything online that might point to their  identity. And yet somehow the anon, who just so happened to be in the same server, had managed to find it. It was a real mystery... until they remembered a relative’s email exchange over some gift art with another user in the server, which contained information one could easily use to figure out their full name and find their Facebook profile.

And guess who the user in question was.

As we put all this together, hobbyartist01 realized several of us had unfollowed her on Tumblr (we immediately hit the unfollow button after becoming aware of the homophobia, before we really began putting two and two together on the rest) and blocked us all, before creating a very obvious sock puppet account and inviting it in the server, to be able to stay in case of a ban. She clearly did not know that the mods could tell exactly who created each invite link. Not suspicious behavior at all, eh?

At this point, the mods confronted hobbyartist01. All the evidence pointing at her was laid down in detail, including the fact no one else in the server had the information needed to find out a specific user's identity, and hobbyartist01 was asked for an explanation. The chance to defend herself was there, but it was not taken; despite the mods waiting for days before enacting a ban, hobbyartist01 never responded - though in that time, she did delete her DA and Ao3 accounts. Not at all suspicious, again - this just about obliterated any doubts that may have been left.

So yeah, there you have it. We feel everyone in the fandom should be warned about hobbyartis01, ESPECIALLY any LGBTQ+ people - she is a malicious homophobe who has harassed people for no good reason for seven months, going as far as to bring up family members' names in her messages to create as much anxiety as possible in her victims. 

Keep away from this person, she cannot be trusted and we suspect she may have fake accounts.

Keep safe.