#asexual fic

[gideongrace]

Hello! So this is literally like six years old but... Here is the Asexual Stories zine. It's an asexual harringrove fanzine that was originally made by me, @ihni and @nag_dabbit (who I think must have deleted their account?) and @neon-dragon (who I also think deleted their account?).

I originally never shared it much because someone whose fic was in it literally had a screaming fit at me about how immoral it was to make a zine without getting everyone's consent first and rather than question this, I just never shared it.

But I'm sharing it now.

Because this zine was made as a gift to me by a friend. And gifts should be shared!

It's available here on my gumroad page. It is, of course, completely free and it will available as long as gumroad exists.

Alternatively, if you'd, for any reason, prefer a google drive link, just message me and let me know. One can be sent to you!

(Also, if you've got any stranger things digital zines you would like to share with me I would be eternally grateful. I never got a chance to get like, any of them and now they've all disappeared.)

[highest-violet]

i've finally posted the first chapter in my asexual dramione fic!

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It was an invisible otherness she carried in her.

There was something missing in how Hermione was built.

Sex never fulfilled Hermione - emotionally or physically. Sure, a cuddle after was nice but when all was said and done, she would’ve rather spent her time doing something else. Like reading a book or taking a walk or feeding flobberworms. It just wasn’t interesting or engaging.

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Or Hermione is ace and learns to accept herself and stop settling for less in life.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66257197/chapters/170811454

[catsushinyakajima]

I love you more than fried chicken by AsterikaMay

Boosting this fic cuz it didn't do as well! It means a lot to me cuz its an ace fic so I want to push it out again to reach its target audience. I find that there's not many ace klance fics so hopefully tumblr is kind to me and puts this on the dashboard of ace klance enjoyers!

[nhl-stories]

Think I Could Love You – Zach Aston-Reese

Requested: Yes ∆ No

Author's Note: I recently got into a relationship for the first time since I fully came out as asexual, so this is semi-biographical. Hoping to bring a little more representation in the world, especially representation I wish I had seen when I was younger. If people are feeling this in any type of way I think it's something I'd be excited to revisit. Also this gif is the epitome of heart eyes 😍

Word Count: 1.7k​

It was our third date and I was terrified. Of the implications and expectations. The ominous idea that we’d be having sex, something that was largely invented by 90s TV shows, clung to the back of my mind.

Yes, I was well aware that it was an arbitrary rule, but nonetheless it put a panic through my body. I felt so physically ill by my anxiety I thought about canceling, though logically I realized that would merely postpone the third date and my panic would continue ad infinitum until he just said we shouldn’t date.

With all the build up in my mind, the fear grew cold and sickly inside me. And yet, nothing happened.

He was a gentlemen who walked me home and gave me a pretty chaste kiss goodnight.

Initially it was relief, but now the prospect just loomed and the fear made its home, forming a constant, dark pit in my stomach.

I tried my best to ignore the growing hole. While I didn’t let it take over I can’t imagine I was great at hiding it entirely. But Zach never let on otherwise, which for better or worse made me feel at least comfortable.

Comfortable enough to go back to his apartment for a drink. Comfortable enough to stop myself from getting in my own way. Comfortable enough to let him slip his tongue in my mouth.

Despite all my hang ups, scratch that, hang ups implies my feelings are invalid, inhibitions was probably a better choice of words. So despite my inhibitions, making out was one of my favorite activities.

There was something so beautifully carnal and intimate and simple about it. The closeness, the feeling of someone’s tongue in your mouth. And fuck, Zach had a perfect velvety tongue that almost made me forget what I had been worrying about.

But then there were hands. Hands move from hair and heads and necks; they move lower, to chests and waists and hips and… and maybe for someone else that’s part of the thrill. For me it feels like the headlights of a semi truck veering full speed towards me.

I freeze.

My grip on his hair goes limp and my lips stop moving. There’s no way to save face at this point; maybe I should be brave enough to not want to try.

“You okay?” Zach pulls away, his brows knit together.

“I– I,” the words get stuck in my throat, and I glance down at his hands that feel like a vice grip on my hips.

“Oh sorry I,” he moves his hands and I feel the oxygen reaching my lungs again, “just assumed that…”

“I understand, it’s just I’m,” I let out a heavy sigh, I’m a coward.

“Are you a virgin?”

I cover my face, it’s mostly in frustration at my inability to just spit it out but obviously comes across as embarrassment.

“It’s okay if you are,” he’s trying to be nice but it comes off patronizing in my exasperation, “We can take it slow or I can–“

“No I’m not a virgin, I’m asexual.”

“Oh?” it’s a statement and a question and somehow not one of the reactions I prepared for, making this feel even stranger and harder to navigate.

“It’s new– well not new I’ve been this way my whole life, it’s just I recently came out fully and you’re the first person I’ve really dated since so this is all new territory for me, at least talking about it.”

“Do you want a glass of water?” I don’t know how to react to his non-reaction. “You just seem a little flustered.”

“Uh- um- yeah sure. Water sounds nice.”

He gets up and I think for a second I should bolt. Start fresh with the next person. Then a cold wet nose presses against my shin and I look down to see his dog, Carl. I give him a scratch behind the ears and in response he hops up on the couch for closer cuddles.

Now I feel trapped by the 10 pound dog on my lap.

“He’s a pretty good emotional support dog,” I give half a laugh as he hands me the glass, I down most of it in one gulp.

“Is this why you’ve been acting so weird?”

“Was it that noticeable?”

Now I’m mortified, “I thought I was doing a good job of hiding it.”

“You’re normally a very naturally cool person, so I think you were trying so hard to act cool it seemed a little force,” my face is so aflame it almost hurts, “I didn’t want to embarrass you by pointing it out.”

“It was just we were on our third date and I was so nervous cause that’s the sex date–“

“It is?” He chuckles and I’m so embarrassed I want melt away.

“Well for a lot of people and then you didn’t make a move and maybe I should have just been fearless and said something but instead I’ve just been nervously waiting for it to happen so we can have this totally not awkward conversation.”

His smile is so sympathetic and understanding my stomach does a flip.

“I personally think the sex date happens whenever it feels natural, which could be the first date or what I thought would happen tonight after our 5th date or,”

“8th date,” I correct him and his brows furrow together as he tries to remember these three missing dates.

“I’m counting when you came back to my place after we went to the bar after game, and when we ran into each other while you were walking Carl, and when I had you come with me to pick up that Craigslist couch.”

“You count that as a date?”

“Well you prevented me from maybe getting murdered,” I smirk, “so pretty good date.”

Our natural banter reminds me why I’m even willing to feel this open and exposed. But the tension slowly starts to sink back in like a thick fog. I don’t see a clear path forward, unsure of where to go from here.

“So,” Zach he braves the topic first, “I’m stupid and don’t know anything about asexuality.”

“I totally understand, people don’t really talk about it a lot, which is why it took me 28 years to understand that about myself and I’m still learning.”

“But you’ve had sex before?”

Now I’m in familiar territory, the first question my friends would ask when I came out. I feel a weird burst of asexual confidence burst through me.

“Yeah, probably more felt like I had to more than I wanted to and it made me hate myself a bit,”

I can’t believe I just said that and realize the confidence made me overcompensate, I stop myself from saying anything else that might scare him more.

“But that’s a conversation for my therapist.”

I take another drink of water and immediately hate allowing the space for more silence.

“I’m not fully sure where I land on the spectrum, I’m still trying to figure that all out and I could tell you I feel demisexual sometimes or aegosexual or just like graysexual.”

I can feel tears forming in my eyes, it’s cathartic saying these things out loud. I’m still terrified and confused but mostly I’m free.

“And I have all these terms and definitions I can throw out there and act like I didn’t have to Google all this understand myself, but really I have no fucking clue and I’m not even sure I want to label myself more.”

“I do know I’m romantically attracted to you and I really like going on dates with you and I love how you make me laugh. And I can tell you sometimes I do get turned on by things and other times I think I just like the idea of sex more than the practice. So I can’t promise I’ll ever get there sexually with you, but I’d still like to see where this goes.”

Zach’s face is blank as he pets Carl, who’s moved closer to comfort his dad, though I think he is also very conflicted about which person on the couch needs dog love more.

I can’t tell if he just doesn’t understand or is processing what this even could mean for himself or in general. I don’t blame him, but the silence is overwhelming.

I take the chance to wipe the tears that are spilling from the corner of my eyes.

He grabs one of my hands and takes a deep breath, “Ok.”

“Okay…?” now I’m the confused one.

“I can’t imagine how hard it was to have that bottled inside of you for so long or how much courage it took for you to even say all that to me,” he moves his other hand to brush away the remaining tears.

“And I like hanging out with you, so I’ll be your practice dummy.”

“Practice dummy?” I can barely hold back my grin, the butterflies of new romance replace any remnants of darkness in my stomach.

“Yeah, you’re still learning what you want, what you need, so learn with me,” he says it all so nonchalantly, like he doesn’t even know this is something I dreamt of someone saying to me after coming out, “It’s not that different from other dating, if it’s stops being fun we part ways.”

“And you’re sure you’re okay with all this?”

“How can I be sure of something I haven’t tried?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“Also a little part of me knows if I had any other answer this would somehow get out there and then everyone would think I’m an asshole to people who come out to me,” he lightly laughs, “and that’s a super bad look for me.”

It’s never felt this light and easy with someone before and I can’t help but laugh, “Ooh yeah, really bad look for you. I’m happy to take advantage of that though.”

“But seriously I’m all in, and if that changes I’ll let you know. And you let me know if it changes for you too.”

I have so many things I want to say, to clarify, or justify. But he’s made it so simple and perfect I don’t want to wreck this moment.

Instead I pull him into a tight hug, thanking him without words.

After a moment he pulls away a bit, “we can still make out right?”

I laugh, “Oh yeah I don’t find that overtly sexual, just fun,” I give a coy shrug, “as long as you don’t get too handsy.”

“Got it, keep my hands to myself,” he gives a little salute.

I’m smiling so hard I can tell my face will hurt later.

[yikesharringrove]

headcanon off of ace steve! So... This boy is really insecure about his sexuality and first puts up a front that just screams 'ha ha ha I really like dick' and Billy is really intserested in Steve and by there first time he is just so nervous that he backs down and breaks down a bit because he just doesn't like it at all, and he tells billy and billy is just all cuddly with him after. just hardcore angst with all this fluff and JUST THESE TWO IN LOVE

Steve Harrington pretty much walked around with a neon sign flashing over his head at all times, one that read I love dick! Gimme your dick!

And Billy’s not gonna say that the way he talked so easily about sex was one of the reasons Billy was drawn to him in the first pace, but it’s not not a reason.

He thought everything about Steve was just, like, the best, but also knowing he met his match in terms of sex, Billy was actually fucking giddy when Steve agreed to go on a date with him.

Their first date ended with a chaste kiss on Steve’s front porch.

Not exactly the sloppy blowjob Billy had been picturing, but the rest of the date was a fucking blast.

Steve was real cute, and he was fun to be around. Total goof ball with a heart of gold. Billy was smitten.

He went home and beat one out, picturing Steve’s soft lips, his beautiful body.

And then they had been together for a few weeks, and were officially boyfriends, and that sloppy blowjob was still nowhere to be found.

And Billy, he was torn. He didn’t want to pressure Steve, but he also likes to be kept in the loop.

If Steve could just be like, hey, I wanna take things slow, he’d be down with that, and wouldn’t obsessively make sure he had condoms and lube in his pocket every time he made plans with Steve.

So they’re a month in, and watching a movie in Steve’s basement, and Billy is thinking this is it, and he’s pawing at Steve, who moves to sit in his lap, and he’s putting his hands down the back of Steve’s jeans, and Steve is fumbling with his belt, and tugging his jeans open, and he’s taking Billy’s cock in his shaking hand, and-

“I’m sorry.”

And Steve is gone, racing up the stairs.

Billy tucked himself away, going to hunt Steve down.

“Wait, Stevie! Hold on!”

Steve had booked it up to his bedroom, the door closed by the time Billy made his way there, panting and heaving.

“Are you okay?”

“Uh, I’m fine.” But Steve’s voice was shrill through the door.

Billy pushed it open.

Steve was pacing in front of his bed, hands wringing and eyes wide.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I, um, I thought I could do it, I really did, but I, I just can’t.”

“What are you like, not into dudes or something?” Steve made a weird noise, like he had drawn in his breath way too fast.

“I’m not, I’m not into anyone, uh, that way. And I, I really like you, and I thought, I thought I could do it for you, I mean, I wanted to do it for you, but your-it was in my hand and I, I panicked.”

“Oh.” And then it clicked. “You know, you could’ve told me you’re ace. I don’t mind, or whatever.”

“That I’m what?”

“Ace. Asexual.” Steve stopped in his tracks, staring at him dead on.

“What?”

“Asexual.”

“Yeah you keep saying it, but I don’t get it.”

“People that don’t feel sexual attraction. I mean, that’s like the basic idea.” Steve blinked rapidly.

“Wait but like, you say that like, like it’s a thing.”

“Uh, because it is?” Steve opened is mouth like he was gonna say something, closing it again and shaking his head. “It is. Some people just, don’t feel that way. And it’s okay.”

“I mean, like, I’ve never felt that way.”

“Yeah. That’s probably the asexuality.”

“But, I still like you. I still wanna, wanna date you.”

“Cool. Me too.”

“No, I mean, how can I be, be asexual is I still want that?”

“You can have sex without love, you can have love without sex.”

“But you want love with sex.”

“And you don’t. So I’ll compromise.” Steve huffed, sitting in his hip.

“That’s not a compromise. If I get everything I want and you don’t get, don’t get anything.” He was blinking fast again, like maybe he could cry.

“Hey,” Billy tried to keep his voice soft, reaching out to place one hand on Steve’s cheek, the other on his hip. “I am getting everything I want. I’m getting you. I’m getting to be your boyfriend. I’m getting your love. That’s enough for me.”

“I don’t want you to resent me,” Steve whispered between them. His eyes were fucking huge.

“Never gonna happen.” He pressed a soft kiss to Steve’s cheek. “Never gonna resent you for anything, Sugar.” He pressed a kiss to his nose. “Just take the lead. Show me what’s okay. I’ll follow you.”

“I, um, we can, like, snuggle? If that’s okay?” Billy pulled back a bit so that Steve could see his smile.

“Yeah, I’m down as hell for that.”

[nagdabbit]

I’d love to see 42 from the ace prompt post! Your writing has me weak🥺💕

HI LOVELY! thank you for the prompt!

full disclosure, my head went on weird this whole week and this one didn’t go where i thought it was going to when i started writing and i got distracted by how funny i think sex euphemisms are and i remembered that billy and steve are both idiots and then this happened... i hope you enjoy it!

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42. “You know I’d go anywhere you were, right?” 

He woke up kinda warm, kinda crowded and boxed in. Woke kinda… not alone.

The bed had been empty when he'd gone to sleep. Noticeably empty. Like the lonely kind of empty. Like the cold kind of empty. Like, Steve wasn't even home when he went to bed kind of empty. Like the Steve hadn't even set foot in his room in six months kind of empty. 

But he woke incredibly warm and crowded and breathing in a head of soft, wild, chestnut hair that had burrowed up under his chin. Six months ago, it would have been cute and completely normal. 

His arm was pinned between them, folded up against his belly. Steve's hand had found its way there in the night, and curled over top. That was familiar, too; Steve had always liked to hold onto whatever part of Billy he could reach.

Billy sighed into the soft waves, and placed his other hand over top Steve's. He curled his fingers against Steve's calloused palm, gently dragged his thumb in slow circles across the top of his wrist until he began to shift awake.

"Hey."

A soft hum, the slight dig of Steve's forehead against his clavicle as he tensed around a wide yawn, and then went lax. "Mmph. Hey."

"What's wrong?"

"Makes you think somethin' s'wrong?" he grumbled, still sounding half asleep. 

"Didn't think it would be something happy that brought you back into my bed without warning. So what's wrong?"

A sigh, a grumble, a frustrated little growl. "Kelly dumped me."

Ah, Kelly. Fifth in six months. Pretty, kinda stuck up. Billy had hated her on principle, but she seemed to actually like Steve.

Billy squeezed Steve's hand, then bent to press a kiss into his wild mane. "I'm sorry."

Steve scoffed, head twitching as he must have rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. You didn't even like her."

"I didn't know her," Billy corrected, though both accusations were true. "You okay?"

"M'fine," Steve muttered, shrugging a little. "More disappointed, than anything. But I'm fine."

"Yeah, fine enough you had to come see little ol' me," Billy teased, but he tried to keep his tone light. "What's wrong?"

Another sigh, then Steve burrowed closer, worming his face down between the lumpy pillow and Billy's cheek. "I'm tired."

"What kind of tired?" 

"Tired of everything."

Billy just sighed. He linked his pinky with Steve's and squeezed tight for a moment, until the hand between his squeezed back. Shifted until their temples were pressed together, until he could feel the gentle beat of Steve's pulse against his own.

"What if," Steve began, "I just left. Just ran away into the wilderness and hid out there until people stopped being stupid."

Billy snorted at the petulant tone. "You'd be hiding a long time."

"Yeah, but they couldn't find me, so."

"Yeah, well, I'd find you."

"Yeah? Go full Walden with me?"

"Of course I would.”

“Yeah?”

"You know I'd go anywhere you were," Billy murmured, twisting to press a kiss to Steve's temple. "Right?"

A little snort of disbelief, because Steve never seemed to believe him. Not about anything important, anyway. “Yeah, sure.”

“Of course I would,” Billy murmured, nuzzling down against Steve’s cheek. “I love you, dumbass.”

He had only a few moments of warning before he felt Steve got still and tense. A runner at the starting block. Billy managed to tighten his hold just seconds before Steve was sitting up and trying to move.

"Woah, hey, wait a minute! You running from me, or you running from this conversation?" Billy asked, holding tight to his hand. Steve was tense, looking away and toward the door like he wanted to escape. "Get back here, talk to me.”

“Nope, I gotta go,” Steve hissed, trying to tug his hand free.

“Not until you tell me what the problem is,” Billy said, keeping his grip on Steve’ shand tight. “C’mon.”

“No.”

"Tell me."

"You can't just--you can't say things like that," Steve said, still tugging to get his hand loose. He could have, easily, if he really wanted to. 

"Why not?"

Steve turned to look at him and frowned, "We won't work."

"That's dumb," Billy chuckled, rolling his eyes. "You mean with you being ace?" 

Steve froze again, eyes wide. "What?"

"You. Asexual." Billy tugged their joined hands again, hard enough that Steve tumbled back into the bed. 

"How--"

"You told me. Three entire times, in fact. You were even sober for one of them," Billy laughed, wrangling him closer. He got an arm around Steve's shoulders and pulled him close. "You're an idiot," Billy murmured, and pressed another kiss to Steve's forehead. "Which is weird, because I know you’re not stupid."

"Fuck you."

"Well, obviously not."

He grumbled, unhappily. "I did not tell you."

"You did. Once at that last party in Hawkins, before we left," Billy said, remembering a shit wrecked Steve dispelling every myth about his conquests. "That first week of Freshman year when you said you didn't want me bringing anyone back to the dorm. And then, like, two weeks later when you got stoned and drunk and decided you were going to be alone forever."

"I never--"

"You did. I have a blackmail folder of sound bytes if you don't believe me." 

"Yeah, well, that just proves my point--"

"It proves you're dumb." 

"Hey."

"Steve, sweetie, remember how, like, nine months ago you started sleeping with me?" Billy asked, flicking his forehead. "And you kept doing so until about six months ago? When we had that really nice conversation about what you wanted in a relationship, and how it was pretty much exactly what we'd been doing?"

"Yeah, and--"

"And I agreed with you, and then kissed you? And nothing changed, and it was great, only there were kisses and shit? And then a week later you showed up with that art asshole and introduced him as your boyfriend?" Billy asked, a little sweet and a little mocking. His last six months had been hell. They hadn’t been any less cordial with each other, but he’d missed having Steve close enough to touch. Missed just talking to him. "And then I went and stayed with Heather for two weeks? And neither of us talked to you for, like, an entire month?"

A sigh. "Yes, I remember that."

"Do you also remember how I cried for two entire weeks, like a fucking baby, because I thought I'd just been dumped in an excruciatingly humiliating way that I never would have thought you were capable of?" Billy asked, sweetly. "Or did you not notice because you were too busy with Silas, or whatever his dumb name was."

"Silas is a nice name," Steve added, weakly. 

"It is, and he ruined it. He ruined the name for everyone." Billy softened it with another kiss to Steve's forehead. "I forgave you when I realized you genuinely didn't know. And I know we never, like, said the words. But I thought it had been obvious."

"It wasn't!" Steve insisted. 

"Steve, the bed-sharing aside, two bros don't platonically make out without either a conversation about it first, or someone around with a camera and good weed." Billy pinched Steve's ribs, just to get him to laugh. "You're dumb. How are you this dumb? Ace courting rituals are basically the same as allo courting rituals. Just minus the horizontal tango."

At that, Steve snorted. "Oh, god, don't call it that."

"Don't call it what?" Billy asked, innocently. "Stuffin' the muffin?"

"Oh, my god," Steve groaned.

"The ol' dipsy-doodle? Hittin’ the skins?" Billy followed it with another pinch to Steve's ribs to get him to laugh. And then another, "Squat thrusts in the cucumber patch?"

Steve was squirming in his arms, twisting and laughing as he tried to get away. "No one c-calls it--"

"Laying pipe?"

"Nope, no!"

"I'm just saying, you don't wanna play hide the cannoli," Billy laughed, squeezing the top of Steve's thigh to give him a horse bite that had him bucking and cackling. "You won't be riding The Bony Express."

"I hate you, I--ah! Haha, f-fucking--"

He dug his fingers into Steve's ribs again, and didn't relent until Steve had nearly laughed himself off the bed. "C'mere, dumbass," he chuckled, and hauled Steve back against his chest. “Can we date now? For real, this time?”

“But--”

“Steve, I know. I get it.”

“Won’t you miss sex and stuff?” Steve asked weakly, but he wasn’t trying to get away any more. He had those great big eyes turned toward Billy, full of hope.

“I like you more,” Billy said, because it was true. And he thought he’d told Steve that already, but he didn’t add that part out loud. Steve didn’t need anymore of that, he was more fun when he was laughing and happy. They could be serious later. “I like you a lot more… than a little bit of afternoon delight.”

Steve groaned. “Jesus christ.”

“I like you more than the forbidden polka.”

“You’re gross, oh my god!”

“More than the four-legged foxtrot.”

“Nope, I’m breaking up with you,” Steve grumbled, biting down a laugh. He squirmed like he was going to leave, but Billy just tightened his hold. “Lemme go! I’m leaving.”

“Not without me, you aren’t,” Billy grumbled and rolled over to pin Steve to the bed. He nuzzled down into the crook of his neck, breathing deep. Blew a raspberry for good measure, just because Steve could no longer get away. He got a loud, joyful sort of laugh in his ear, and a swat to the back of his head. It was nice. Familiar.

“Yeah? You gonna stop me?” Steve asked, settling into the hold.

“Well, yeah.” He soothed the spot with a little kiss, relished in the feeling of having Steve so close again. Fucking finally. “Told you. I just wanna be wherever you are.”

[peppervl]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I have started posting my big bang! The first three chapters are up. Everything but the epilogue is complete, and it’s being posted as I get it edited and coded. There will be art by @gottagobuycheese & @amadness2method in later chapters.

Title: Healing Hands

Author: Nessa (PepperVL)

Rating: Teen & Up

Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley

Tags: Massage, Slow Burn, 6000 Years of Slow Burn (Good Omens), Fluff, Light Angst, Like The Lightest Angst You Can Imagine, SO MUCH FLUFF, this is almost all fluff, so so soft, Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Hurt/Comfort, Mild Hurt/Heavy Comfort, ALL the comfort, Aziraphale and Crowley Through The Ages (Good Omens), Asexual Character, Asexual Relationship, Asexual Aziraphale (Good Omens), Asexual Crowley (Good Omens), The Bang Had A LOT Of Angst And This Will Fix It

Summary: The best—and worst—part of being stationed on Earth is having a body. They make it possible to do things like drive fast cars and eat scrummy food, but they’re also prone to injuries that cause aches and pains. Fortunately for Aziraphale and Crowley, the clever humans have come up with non-miraculous ways to deal with them. Massage is especially useful… when they’re willing to let their guard down and allow the Opposition to lend a hand. It’s a bit closer than Heaven or Hell would like them to be, but as the only two field agents stationed full time on Earth, who else are they going to turn to? They can’t exactly complain to a human about pulling muscles while flying. And if sometimes a massage is more an excuse to be in each other’s company than a real need, well, who’s to know?

-OR-

6,000 years of slow burn told through massage and camaraderie.

[acesinspace]

(First Post Here)

Due to the lack of fic involving the idea of aro/ace Luke, despite it being a fairly prevalent idea, @astriiformes and I are hosting a fic drive. Prompt submissions are now closed, and there are 20 wonderful prompts here for you to choose from. You can also use your own ideas, you don’t have to use one of the submitted prompts. Just go forth and create aro/ace spec Luke fic!

To sign up for a prompt, drop me an ask here. Multiple authors can sign up for the same prompt since it’s possible to write very different fics from the same general idea. Authors can also sign up for multiple prompts if you’re feeling ambitious. The target deadline for fic completion is February 1st.

If you’d like to participate but aren’t a writer, you can sign up to help beta fics. Alternatively, if you’re an artist you can illustrate people’s fics.

The full prompt list and details can be found here.

More Info:

Any variation of asexual and/or aromantic spectrum fic is welcome, but particularly aro/ace fic is encouraged since there is so little of it.

Any version of canon is welcome. Movies only, Legends, EU, AUs, your own ideas for post ROTJ, etc.

No word limits or minimums.

Let’s fully establish some tags on AO3. “Asexual Luke” is a fully established ‘common’ tag that even gets Ace!Luke redirected to it, but since Luke is a common enough name there’s multiple fandoms using the tag. Use that tag, but also use “Asexual Luke Skywalker”, “Aromantic Luke Skywalker”, “AroAce Luke Skywalker” as is relevant to your fic to help get the tags marked as common so it’s easier to search and use them. If you already have aro/ace Luke fic you can help out by going back and adding those tags to your existing works! Since a quarter of the prompts involve a QPR, we can even try for getting “Queerplatonic Luke Skywalker/[other character]” established if one of those five ends up being a prompt you choose. 

@ this blog when you post your fic on Tumblr to make sure I see it.

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