hybrids of angels and animals

YES!!!!! THAT IS IN FACT ME!! thank youuuu, i'm so glad that it's end up being something that you enjoy <3 the subject matter is. i certainly don't blame anyone who would see the tags and run for the hills lol, entirely understandable. but it's really meant a lot to hear that people have found it to be handled well. it's a story that is dearly important to me in a number of ways and it means the absolute world to hear things like this about it :')

aroace river is real and true and beautiful to me. i love writing him that way, and this fic was an opportunity to directly explore that in a way that is usually difficult with aro/aroace characters. ough.

chapter six of a multichapter fic, heavy content warning for rape/sexual assault/abuse, gen (no ships but some incidental canon-typical roy/keeley)

Jamie gets a new agent after coming back to Richmond and it goes downhill from there, as he inadvertently walks right into the office of an experienced serial predator.

“Do you think Tanner will be happy?” There’s a split-second pause. “Your agent?” Jamie nods. The weird, trembly feeling hasn’t quite gone yet. “Yeah. He put a lot of work into this, into setting it up, and getting me ready, and… and me.”  “Yeah.” Keeley’s voice is soft. Her hand reappears, squeezing his wrist, light and warm.  It’s gone after a few moments, and Jamie manages to keep himself from grabbing it, threading their fingers together and clinging. You’re not supposed to do that sort of thing with friends. You’re not even supposed to want to. “I’m sure he’s going to love them,” she says. “Your coaches see how hard you’re working, your teammates see it, I see it. I’m sure that your agent… that Tanner sees it, too.” “I hope you’re right.” “Of course I am.” Keeley rocks her chair to the side, jostling his. “I’m always right.” When she puts it like that, it’s hard to disagree.