With Natsu Dragneel, physical contact was inevitable. The fire wizard craved other people's presence like a magnet - when he fought his fists spoke for this craving, and when he didn't fight he had two people who could satisfy his needs. The first one was Happy of course. They hung around 24/7, either by Natsu carrying him around in his arms, or by Happy sitting on his head or his shoulders. Then Lucy entered the picture - the weird, kind of spoiled girl who sought adventure despite being new to the big wizarding world. When Natsu met her he didn't know if they would click - she was a complete chatterbox, and a clueless one at that, since she talked for almost an hour about how great the Fairy Tail guild was - and she wasn't even aware that she was having lunch with one of their wizards! Well, at least he knew she cared for his guild, so when he accidentally met her on that party boat a few hours later, he knew there was no need to doubt his decision of inviting her to join Fairy Tail. She would fit in just fine with her weirdness.
Natsu found that he enjoyed being around her a lot more than the other people in the guild. He despised hanging out with Gray, Erza gave him chills and Elfman was all brawn, no brain, which was fine except he couldn't joke around with him. He could honestly go on - Loke was annoying and smelled weird, Cana had more alcohol than blood in her body, Levy was boring with her books and righteous ways, and besides, she had Jet and Droy around her all the time, and those guys were wimps. He loved them all more than anything, but he couldn't hang out with them the way he did with Happy, and had done with Lisanna back in the day. Lucy became a breath of fresh air compared to everyone else. She was inexperienced and odd, but she joked around with him in a way that he really had missed. That, and her reactions to his pranks were actually hilarious.
It wouldn't be a big surprise if Lucy had decided to leave Natsu after joining Fairy Tail, to hang out with other people. After all, even Natsu knew he could be a handful to deal with. But in the end she stayed with him. He learned fascinating things about her - how her spirits worked, that she never broke promises (convenient for his first job actually, but an admiring trait to have even without considering his own benefits), that she was smarter than her looks let on and that she had a happy spirit. What he hadn't expected to learn was how much she loved physical contact. Natsu knew he expressed love through meaningful touches, but Lucy had never been the one to initiate any of it – at least not if she was facing him.
The first time she had done it, he almost jumped in surprise. They hadn't known each other for more than a couple of months, but Natsu had managed to find an unparalleled satisfaction under Lucy's covers. He had slipped into her bed, not for the first time, and definitely not for the last, when she hugged him from behind. Her breathing hadn't changed: she hadn't woken up. Still, she must have noticed Natsu's familiar heat, because she approached him like she'd been expecting him. Natsu didn't know how to act. It was like his muscles had been switched out with concrete: he had tensed up and wouldn't move a single millimetre, like the slightest movement would scare her away.
It was only when he realised he'd been holding his breath that he allowed himself to move. A shaky puff out, and then a shakier breath in. But despite Lucy's arms feeling his movement from being wrapped around him, she didn't budge. If anything she'd nuzzled closer, pressing her cheek against his neck, wrapping her legs around his as she molded herself to his stale figure.
He hadn't slept very well that night. He considered it weird after all, that the girl who spent so much time denying all signs of enjoyment connected to physical affection, would be the one to initiate a cuddling session like that. He supposed that was around the same time he really leaned into her nickname: "Weirdo". It was oddly accurate, it turned out.
Time didn't fix this conundrum: in fact, it made it worse. Or, intense, was a better descriptor. Natsu still refused to cease his night time activities in her bed though. It almost became a game, a silent, unconscious sparring match, where they fought over the right to be the big spoon. Natsu usually won at dawn, but as soon as the sun started to rise and Natsu flickered awake for a split second, he found himself held by the blonde. Fondly she'd cuddle closer as Natsu stirred, seemingly not aware at all of her actions.
However, every morning he'd wake up a little bit colder. Lucy would be awake already, humming to herself in the shower or cooking breakfast, or she'd sleep in with her back turned. Natsu suspected she knew how the two of them slept at night – there was no other explanation as to why he never woke up in her embrace.
What he didn't know was how right he was. Lucy was insanely aware of her bad sleeping habits, more than once drenching herself with cold water in the shower to get rid of her blushing. She could do many embarrassing things, but something like this? It felt vulnerable to show that side of her. It alluded to her not-so-pleasant past, which wasn't something she was quite comfortable showing yet. After all, Natsu didn't even know her last name yet: none of the guildmates did, her past was something she'd left behind.
As time went on, truths revealed themselves, and secrets spilled, Lucy realised that she didn't need to feel ashamed of this need for physical contact. Natsu had never seemed to mind after all, repeatedly showing up, night after night, to roll around in the sheets with her. She would never allow herself to show this side to anyone other than him or Happy: not even Erza could know this secret, and she was her best friend. No, what happened at night was between her and her boys. Natsu had never slipped up about their activities either, so she let it stay uncovered as long as it needed to. Lucy clinging on to Natsu like a lifeline, as dreams shook her around, just didn't need to be brought up in a day to day situation.
Natsu didn't know Lucy's view on their sleeping habits. He only knew that time was in his favour when it came to this thing: the longer they'd known each other, and with more frequent sleepovers, Lucy seemed to gain courage in her awake affection as well as her unconscious one. Now she didn't avoid him when Natsu brought his arm around her, nor did she shy away from coming up from behind with a back-hug-sneak-attack. She'd even stand beside him at the bar, mindlessly take his hand and start fidgeting with its rough crevices, removing dirt from under his fingernails and even going as far as rubbing in hand cream, like it was her own hand.
He liked this side of her. It felt like she allowed herself to claim him as hers, as much as he enjoyed claiming her as his. Every time she approached him, he felt validated: like their friendship was just as important to her as it was to him. Naturally he'd feel like that anyways, he knew how much she appreciated him, but it was somehow different when it came to physical contact. Maybe that's the way he understood affection best: getting his feelings reciprocated was truly unparalleled.
Tonight Natsu's feet once again took him to her apartment. Happy was flying a bit in front of him, practically asleep – they hadn't planned to take so long, but before they knew it the sun had set, and Lucy was probably done waiting for them. Their initial plan was to meet up after dinner: normally they'd eat it together, but Lucy had been coerced by Erza to have a "practice dinner" before a special day that she wouldn't give them any details on. It wasn't like details were needed though: Erza being sneaky only ever meant one thing – even Natsu knew that much.
So it was fair to say he was tired when he reached the pink brick building. Gazing up to the second floor, he envied Happy who could just fly up with ease. Still, sleeping with Lucy had never been a question of if he should, but when. He carefully stretched his neck, slapping his cheeks twice, before climbing up. The route was etched into his brain like second nature: he knew exactly which brick to grab or step on, and he knew which ones to avoid if it had been raining. Luckily, Lucy's window was always left cracked open, making it possible for him to slide up the bottom panel and worm himself in.
The landing that had once been clumsy, waking Lucy up by landing straight onto her, was now a lot smoother. Not only did practice make Natsu more agile, but Lucy had also made it a habit to sleep closer to the window, making Natsu land beside her instead of on her. Happy had already curled up to a ball by Lucy's feet. He'd eventually make his way up to sleep closer to his friends' heads, but from years of experience he knew that it would take a while for them to settle down.
As Natsu quickly undressed by the edge of her bed, leaving his day clothes haphazardly on the floor, Lucy stirred under the duvet. Natsu longed to join her in her nest of pillows and soft, clean blankets, but first he reluctantly made his way to the bathroom.
He winced at the loud clicks the bathroom door made when he closed it, not sure if it was his worry of waking Lucy or his own hearing that was most bothered. Either way he hurried to do his business. After flushing and washing his hands in much too cold water, he took a quick second to look in the mirror.
Looking back was a pretty grown up man, looking like he'd forgotten to shave one day too many. Underneath the stubble were scars – some prominent, ones that he'd gotten long before Wendy joined Fairy Tail, and others less obvious, only faint shadows remaining. Not even her magic could make the skin look completely like new again, but he was thankful that it helped as much as it did. Some of these scars were less pleasant memories, like the one on his cheek that he associated with Zeref.
His shoulders had gotten quite big over the years. When he'd first met Lucy, he considered himself scrawny. With time and with experience they'd grown stronger, and he found himself thinking that he resembled Gildarts more and more. He shivered. He really needed to shave in the morning, or he'd end up looking exactly like that old fart. With his shoulders slumped over the sink he ruffled around his hair with some water, rubbing away the tensions of the day from the scalp. It was about time he cut that hair again. A mental note to ask Lucy to bring out Cancer was put in the back of his head.
Quickly he grabbed his toothbrush from the shared toothbrush cup and generously smeared on toothpaste. He was about to brush with his normal force, but stopped himself as he heard Lucy's voice echo in his brain.
"You're gonna give yourself receding gums if you keep that up!"
He let out a sigh before lightening his grip. She really nagged him about the smallest things. It was either how he brushed his teeth, or how he procrastinated doing the dishes, or she'd complain over a rag or two missing the laundry basket when he and Happy tried to get them in from across the living room.
But he didn't dislike those complaints. In fact, he was actually a bit fond of them. It was yet another reminder that Lucy considered Natsu and Happy family members in her home: she worried and complained, but she never threw them out anymore. She had been the one to give Natsu a permanent toothbrush in her bathroom, and she'd been the one who hung up three hand towels instead of one, all under their respective names. She was the one who cooked most of their food, and she gladly made some space in her wardrobe to fit in some clothes for Natsu, so he wouldn't have to wear the same dirty outfit each day.
Reflecting on it made him smile, resulting in spilling out some toothpaste and drool on his chest. He grabbed the towel that hung under his nameplate and dried himself. Yeah, she was probably wise to assign separate hand towels to the three of them: he had to give her credit for that.
Finally finished in the bathroom he hurried over back to where Lucy was laying, curled up, lightly snoring. Had anyone else been making that sound he'd probably want to punch their heads in, but when Lucy did it? Natsu melted in the delightful ambiance.
As soon as he crawled in under the covers, Lucy seemed to stir awake. Mission unsuccessful, but at least he got a chance to talk to her.
"You're late," she mumbled, voice raspy from just waking up.
"We lost track of time. Sorry." Natsu whispered, shamelessly placing his head on her pillow.
"It's okay… Erza held me back too." She rubbed her eyes from sleepy crust before taking a good look at Natsu. "Your hair's getting long."
She brought her hand to his head, combing it from his temples and back. Natsu shivered at the sensation of nails running against his scalp.
"Yeah, I was thinking of having Cancer cut it in the morning."
"You should try growing it out again. You look good with longer hair."
He almost blushed as a smirk entered his lips. She could be uncharacteristically bold at night.
"Look good, huh?"
She lightly flicked his forehead before returning to combing through his hair.
"Don't get cocky."
Natsu felt a snicker bubble up his throat.
"Wait, I'm sorry, I'm seriously considering it here," he defended himself. Lucy softened her grip on his hair.
"Good." Her teasing expression had once again turned soft.
For a couple of minutes they let the silence settle. Natsu grabbed Lucy into his embrace by pulling her in by her waist, allowing Lucy to continue playing with his hair. He felt like he was living in bliss, breathing her air, feeling her light fingertips tuck hair behind his ear with a softness that resembled sunbeams kissing his skin a warm early spring. What the two of them had during the night, in between chaotic missions and stressful adventures, was something completely otherworldly.
"Hey, Natsu."
Her soft whisper breathed life in the tranquil atmosphere.
"Yeah?"
His eyes fluttered open, meeting hers. She seemed to be thinking fondly about something, her pupils big and eyelids molding as her mouth formed a relaxed smile. Just seeing her made the corners of Natsu's mouth pull upwards.
"Can you turn around?"
Suddenly her voice had gone from pleasantly sweet to sickly sweet, as Natsu realised what she was asking of him. He felt his expression go from calm to troubled.
"No…" he tried, whining a little to see if she could possibly be the small spoon tonight.
"Please…" Her big doe eyes sparkled at him. This wasn't fair. How dare she use those gorgeous brown eyes against him. He tried to hold his ground, holding her firmer by the waist so she wouldn't flip him over when he least expected. It wouldn't be the first time, after all.
"I…" He quickly shut his eyes and turned his face away. "No, not today."
"Come on…" She squirmed a little in his grip, trying to come up with something to coerce him. "What if…" her face grew rapidly red. "Well… how about we make a deal."
Natsu perked up again, curious about what she was offering.
"Okay… What's in it for me?" He had turned back to face Lucy, but this time she'd been the one to avoid looking at him. Even in the dark he could see that she was blushing.
"I'll… Give you a kiss," she finally said, carefully looking back at Natsu to see if she could read his reaction. It was… smaller than she'd expected.
Truth was, Natsu wasn't sure if he'd heard her right. Had she really said kiss? Even he was aware of the implications of that: She was asking for permission for them to become something more.
"A kiss? On the lips?" He asked, trying to clarify. It would be terribly embarrassing if he'd misinterpreted her.
"W-well we don't have to if you don't want to! I'll come up with something els-"
"Ten." Natsu interrupted her.
"Ten?"
"Ten kisses. In exchange for being the little spoon," he explained, making an ugly face while describing what he was offering. Lucy frowned.
"It can't be the equivalent of ten kisses," she tried to argue, but Natsu stood firm in his offer.
"I think it's reasonable. I can start by giving you the first, but you gotta give the rest." By now he felt sort of determined, like he had to get those kisses no matter what. She couldn't exactly go back on her word: she was the one that had offered the kiss in the first place.
"W-wait, Natsu!" She squealed a little as he grabbed her face in both of his hands, squishing her cheeks together until she looked like a fish.
"Ya' ready?"
Before he could lean in she shook out of his grip.
"Stop! Fine! I'll do it! Just, give me a moment to brace myself…" Lucy demanded, now changing her position from lying down beside him to sitting up, legs in a criss cross. Natsu mimicked her position to make things easier for her. Though, truth be told: he was getting a little impatient. As soon as she had offered a kiss to compromise his usual sleeping position, he'd started craving those lips against his. They always looked so soft, so supple, like they'd break if they were sucked too hard.
When Lucy finally composed herself, she looked at him with fierce determination in her eyes. She scooted a little closer, making their knees touch. It still didn't feel like they were close enough. A distance that was so easily closed normally, now felt like miles. First she grabbed his arms, firmly. Not quite satisfied with the feeling of that, she tried placing them on his shoulders.
Problem was: no matter where she placed her hands, it didn't feel like Natsu was getting any closer. He was always an arm length away. This frustrated her.
"Could you…" she tried to find the right words, "help me? A little?"
"Yeah, of course, sure, what do you… want me to do?"
Yet again there was a shift in atmosphere. Flailing arms and nervous chuckles made him realise that this was happening. He was going to kiss Lucy. Or more accurately: she was going to kiss him. Part of him wanted to just screw any rules about technicality, grab her and kiss her until twilight. Another part of him knew that nothing would compare to what Lucy was setting him up for right now. He really, really wanted to find out what she had in store: what kind of kisses she'd give, if she preferred leaning to the left or to the right to avoid their noses crashing, and how it would feel to be kissed, instead of the kisser.
"Would you just…" Lucy was still caught up in how they were going to sit and do this. "Maybe we should stand-"
"No."
"Yeah no. If you lean forward a bit? Maybe?"
Natsu toppled his torso forward, closing in the space a bit. It didn't seem like Lucy was satisfied though, even if their noses were close enough to touch.
"No, my back hurts like this." She changed her sitting position a couple of times, moving around so much that Happy was starting to stir awake. Natsu had enough.
"Shh," he whispered, nodding slightly towards the sleeping exceed. His expression was probably hard to read – he didn't quite understand his emotions himself, but it was a confusing mixture of impatience, eagerness, and something deeper that had been tinting the entire evening. Could it be what people called love?
He pulled roughly on her arm until she sat in a straddle over his groin. She better not sit down here, he managed to realise, which luckily for him, she didn't. Instead she blushed from the crown of her head, all the way down to her shoulders. It seemed like reality was starting to hit her too. Except this time, she didn't back down. Her back wasn't hurting, she wouldn't have to do any weird maneuvers to get both her lips to meet his.
She straightened herself up, trying to ignore the burning feeling of Natsu's hands against the dip of her waist, and combed back his hair from right above his ears and back to his neck, mirroring what she'd done earlier this night. As her hands met at the crook of his neck, she carefully braided her fingers together, leaving her thumbs right behind his ears. Getting a good look at him, he'd really grown up to become handsome. The boy she'd met in Hargeon such a long time ago was only a fraction of the man in front of her. His jaw was more chiseled, his eyes had matured, they reflected a certain light of wiseness that they hadn't before. His chapped lips had gotten framed with slight smile lines – she liked to think she was the cause of their early appearance: he always seemed to smile around her after all. His chin had grown a stubbly, dark pink beard, and she almost wanted to giggle at the thought of him growing it out one day. A pink beard: could you imagine?
But the truth was: she was so in love. She still felt like the night was surreal, the dimmed light from the moon being the only lightsource in the room. Just a couple of hours ago they had been joking around like today was any other day, no clue that she'd be sitting here, straddling him, on her merry way to kiss him. And not just once.
Finally she pressed her lips against his. It was a soft, dry, fluttery peck that only left both of them wanting more.
"One," she whispered as she pulled them apart for a split second. She only briefly met Natsu's dark eyes as he looked up at her from under his eyelashes. He was quick to pull them together again, this time harder, with an urgency that he couldn't quite explain. Her lips were so soft, even softer than they'd looked, and as they took half a second to breathe, he found himself wanting to taste them. So he did.
Lucy had just opened her mouth to jokingly say "two" when her teeth clacked against Natsu's. Was that his tongue? The new sensation gave her goosebumps, in a very… good… way. Natsu slowly dragged his tongue against Lucy's bottom lip, taking in everything that she tasted. It was warm, no, hot, and the taste itself was neither sweet, sour or salty, but rather a weird mix of everything and also… Nothing? The most he could identify was the faint taste of the toothpaste they used.
When Natsu's tongue suddenly felt Lucy's against it, it felt like he'd been shot by lightning, the shock creeping along his spine, raising every hair on his head. It was… amazing. A little messy, drool finding its way down both of their chins, but it was hot, sweaty and completely delightful. He felt himself grabbing her pillowy hips, pulling them closer to his own groin, before realising what he was doing and stopped himself in his tracks. Things didn't need to go this fast: today he wanted to revel in the fact that he was kissing the most beautiful woman in the whole world.
Instead he gently lowered Lucy down on her pillow, making it so he could be on top. As a hair got stuck in their mouths, he gently pulled apart, a string of drool embarrassingly acting as proof that they'd just been connected. Her golden hair almost silvery in the faint moonlight, he realised she looked angelic. Her light eyelashes carefully fluttered as she opened her eyes, a small giggle escaping her mouth. It sounded like heaven.
"I'm counting that as number two and three."
"What? Why!?"
He squinted at her. Was she trying to cheat him? To be honest, with her sweet expression, flushed cheeks and glittering doe eyes, he was about to let her.
"It was longer. And with tongue. And your beard scratched my chin."
Natsu groaned.
"I knew I should have shaved…" he muttered under his breath before diving in for round four. Once again it started perfectly innocently, Lucy's hands cupping Natsu's cheeks as their, now warmed up lips molded against each other again. This time Natsu was quicker to ask for VIP-entrance though, running his tongue over her mouth once again in hopes that he'd get the chance to spar with it. When she played a little bit too hard to please, he repositioned himself over her, one leg between hers, letting his body weigh down slightly where their cores met. Seemingly it was a good move, because with a gasp he was allowed entrance.
Lucy thought that he played a little dirty, in more than one way. Did he even know the effects he had on her? That every time he touched her, she came undone? She teasingly sucked on his upper lip to punish him a little, not knowing it only edged him on. With his hands running across her torso, drawing little circles where her skin had gotten exposed, he deepened the kiss even further, their tongues now sparring like there was a prize to win. Lucy kept up with it for five whole minutes before she suddenly pushed them apart, swallowing hard.
"That's four, five, six," she panted, her hands keeping some distance between the two of them. His chiseled chest felt nice… No, focus.
"What?! No way, what did I do this time?"
"You drooled in my mouth!" Lucy had to whisper-shout it, as she remembered that they certainly weren't alone in this bed.
"Ew! Did not!" There was no way he'd done something disgusting like that: kissing was a drool-involved activity! There was no need for her to get her panties in a twist.
"Yeah, you did? Wanna switch places and see how it feels?"
"You're on!"
Swiftly they swapped their positions, Lucy being the one on top this time. She carefully positioned herself right above his groin, not to wake any monsters she couldn't tame, and leaned forward, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Your turn," she taunted, leaning into her seductive side before finally giving him a slight peck on his already open mouth. "Oh, and that's seven."
"Cheater," Natsu muttered before cupping her face and leading her on to their eighth kiss. This time he understood why Lucy had counted as she had: not only was the actual kissing more intense from below (and also containing more saliva, he admitted), but the general power play made it feel unfair. All he could do from his position was grab her hips, butt, waist and upper-middle back to hold her closer, or play with her hair and touch her neck, like she'd done to him before.
Lucy, however, had all the cards on her table, tracing his bare torso, feeling the curves and crooks of his abs, sometimes using her nails to her advantage, sending goosebumps throughout his entire body. He'd reward her with a gentle squeeze wherever his hands were, or he'd deepen the kiss, gently biting her lip or feel the back of her teeth with his tongue.
Rather than learning how taxing it was to be the drool-bucket, it seemed like Natsu was only enjoying this experience. She wanted to teach him a little lesson, so she pulled the two of them apart again, this time to quickly reposition her mouth on his neck, right below his scar. And then she kissed him, and licked him, and she sucked and bit, Natsu's panting by her ear only encouraging her.
Then she slowly rose up, a sly grin on her face.
"The hickey counts as number ten."
"Oh for fuck's sake…" Natsu breathed, too impressed to actually complain.
"Now!" Lucy's eyes sparkled in excitement as she left her straddle. "A deal is a deal: get into position."
Natsu sighed deeply before complying, rolling over to the side so his broad back was facing Lucy.
"I don't get how you enjoy this," he said, feeling Lucy hug herself into her place, body tightly pressed against his, her face landing in the crook of his neck. The place he knew from experience was the best smelling place on Lucy's entire body – oh, how he wanted to switch places with her.
"Same reason you do, silly." She wrapped her arms around him, locking them together by tightly hugging his stomach. Instead of complaining, he accepted his role as the little spoon, grabbing her hands and bringing them up to his face. Ten, small kisses, he gave her, one on each finger.
"I think I can stand it if i get paid in kisses again," he joked, not realising that Lucy would push herself up one last time, land a wet kiss on the corner of his mouth, before laying down again.
"One on the house."
Happy felt his tail twitch in annoyance as he finally heard them settle down. Next time he'd tell them to wait until he'd fallen asleep at least.
Oh wow, this year has flown by! I've started lots of WIPs and somehow only now had the energy to finish them (during exam season and all… Typical). There's still a small surprise upcoming, so you haven't yet seen the last of me this year lol.
I hope you'll allow me to get a bit sentimental here in the notes…
This fic has been on the back burner since… 2023 I think… It's inspired by Mitski and her song First Love/Late Spring, and back then I still didn't know I'd get to see her perform live in Edinburgh. My trip there was my first solo flight, and soon after I went to Greece with just my friend. Then I started uni again! Pedagogy, which has been so much more fun than journalism was for me (it sucked out my creativity, hence why I didn't post much earlier this year). In general this year's been more good than bad, save perhaps when my beloved Mala passed in March, and when we thought my other baby, Findus, had an autoimmune disease. Findus turned out to be fine, that cuddly-bug will probably not leave in a very long time.
Oh but I'm getting off track. This fic is fic nr10 posted this year, and while looking over my history I'm realising that they've all been posted within 6 months… They've also been a lot more mixed genre-wise: I started with And Then They Were Two, an angsty fic written in memory of Mala. It was my first time portraying death: I didn't know then it was just the start. Then I posted a fic where I tried making Natsu and Lucy fight (that was a tough one…), though at least it ended happily, lol. I also finished Nalu Week from 2023! Hike in Heels is one of my favourite fics up to date, I'm really happy with that one, and though I'm slightly less fond of Some of their own, I still enjoyed the fluff.
I also wrote my second more suggestive fic: I really hope my growth from Massage Misunderstanding to A Way Into Your Heart shows (though they're not exactly comparable: one is a crack-fic after all). Unrequited Love was my first truly angsty fic. It was written with no solution in mind, during a time when I was experiencing my own unrequited love. It was very nice being able to use fic-writing as a creative outlet: and I also hope it somehow portrays how much of my own soul is poured into what I write. This is truly my passion.
Lastly I managed to pad my goriest, by far saddest, fic with a couple of fluffy ones: A homage to autumn (Home) and a gift to one of the greatest people I've met this year, Roxy.
I'm so insanely thankful to all of you who motivate me to continue to write! I seriously couldn't have done this without all of you, I'm forever grateful. Writing is the one passion I've held on to since I could hold a pen: I'll always treasure Ao3, and tumblr for being sites I've been able to rely on when it comes to meeting wonderful people, posting and reading fics.
So, for one of the last times in 2024: Thank you for reading my fic3 See you all lots in 2025!