#no strings detached

[rfaromance]

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

Guess who finally put their No Strings Detached (a CMC zine) fic on ao3 🤪

Yoosung and Sae-eun (my CMC) can get very competitive!

[gureishi]

Here is a little preview of my fic for the @nostringsdetached​ zine!

It’s been a huge honor to take part in this project and be among such spectacularly talented creators. I was honestly blown away when I saw the final project.

Please consider purchasing the zine ❤️ All proceeds go to the Astraea Lesbian Foundation for Justice and Save the Children.

You can read the rest of my fic—and see the stunning art that accompanies it—when you buy! 🥰 

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It was as she was washing her hands—steam and suds rising all around her, forming soap bubble spirals before her eyes—that she remembered.

How could she have forgotten?

“Saeyoung,” she said slowly. She felt him spring to attention beside her.

“Yes, princess?”

She watched the steam from the hot water unfurling before her: twisty-turny. A whirlpool, she thought—or a spiral galaxy.

“Do you remember what you said to me when we’d only known each other a couple of days?

“I said a lot of things to you back then,” he said, laughing. “Did you have something specific in mind?”

God, it felt like a lifetime ago.

She’d been more alone, back then, than she’d ever been before: she’d felt like a stray animal, sleeping curled around herself and hissing at anyone who got too close. And how was it, she wondered now, that she’d known right away that this strange, silly, brilliant boy was just like her? She’d heard it in his voice the very first time he’d called her: oh, she’d thought. He’s just looking for somebody to hold his hand.

“You wanted,” she said (letting the hot water rush over her hands, loving the way it sounded—like rain, or wind, or a heartbeat), “to get married in space. Do you remember that?”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. So she turned the water off; let her hands drip; looked at his face.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “I, uh…I was thinking about that too.”

Of course he had been.

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This a snippet of my collab with @darkta for the Mystic Messenger fanzine No Strings Detatched! Take a look!! @nostringsdetached