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ASEXY APRIL is a month-long, panfandom challenge for creating and sharing fanworks celebrating asexual, grey-A, demisexual, and aromantic characters and the relationships they share!
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Pairing: Rei/Nagisa; Rin/Haru (or, rather, Rin’s big gay crush)
Also features: Basically everyone
“Nagisa-kun, is this a date?”
With that one question, Rei is thrown into extensive research to discover what it means to be attracted to another, and where his own attraction lies. And, though reluctant, his friends try their best to help.
Rating: T (they talk about sex and porn but not in detail)
Word Count: 2065
Summary: Nagisa learns what kind of magazines Rei hides under his bed, and Rei learns a bit more about Nagisa. (I’ve seen a couple Reigisa fics with asexual Rei but I haven’t seen any asexual Nagisa before, so I decided to give it a try.)
Queerplatonic, fluffy Aziraphale and Crowley. I’ve always read both of them as entirely ace – mostly because of the “sexless unless they make an effort” line – and their relationship is no less wonderful and compelling for it. 300 words. G
Way back when, I wrote an ace!Jamie drabble for DoctorWhoMeme. This started as a revisit of it for Asexy April but became something rather different. So! 440 words, G, in which Jamie loves everyone completely and totally, because Jamie.
Loving comes naturally to him, like dreaming, like breathing.
Castiel remembered when he first met Meg in the cafe he had been frequenting for a few weeks. He was seated by the window, nose in his book when the dark haired female sat herself at his table, confidence in her eyes and a teasing smirk on her face. He remembered being affronted by her forwardness at first; he didn’t really like being interrupted when he was reading, but he’d be lying if he said his interest wasn’t piqued when she smartly commented on what he was reading (it was Stoker) and mildly insulted when she assumed he was stiff and boring. She left just a few minutes later, saying she’d see him around, and Castiel could only sit there, slightly confused and curious as to why she had even approached him in the first place.
Now, ten months later, they were ripping open boxes and bickering about how they would decorate their new place. Castiel didn’t want it to be complicated, he liked things simple and clean. Meg didn’t want their apartment to look like they were dead, to which Castiel threw her a grimace.
“This is where we’re going to be living, and you want it to feel like a doctor’s office,” she said, tossing him a utility knife. “We are not getting a ficus.”
“Then you’re going to be the one decorating, if you don’t like my ideas.”
“Blank walls aren’t an idea, Clarence.”
“Not Clarence,” he said half heartedly, a knee-jerk reaction. He narrowly missed the pillow she aimed for his head, it sailing over him, messing his already ruffled hair. They were both grinning warmly as they unpacked, the comfort and fondness that had grown between them suffusing the air. Castiel didn’t need their apartment decorated a certain way to make it feel like home, and he was sure Meg didn’t either. What made it feel like home was one another.
Their relationship was complicated, and they had hit several road bumps, but with their combined stubbornness and staunch dedication to staying friends, they had made it here. Castiel had discovered pretty quickly Meg didn’t like dates. Maybe that was the wrong way of putting it. Meg liked going on dates, like going to see movies and to dinner. What she didn’t like was romance. She didn’t want grand gestures and flowers, wasn’t interested in having an epic love story. On their third ‘date’, they were walking back to her place, his jacket around her shoulders, having just finished a movie that had been recommended to them dozens of times by their friends and had tons of great reviews. Meg had seemed a little reluctant, and Castiel was starting to see why.
“I’m sorry, Castiel but that movie was so cheesy. Any cheesier and it would’ve been movie theater nachos.”
“You say that about every movie that we go to. Why do you agree to go if you dislike it so much?” He looked over at her as they slowly ambled down the sidewalk. Her frame went a little rigid, and she was silent for a few moments.
“I’m aromantic,” she said, her voice soft and more vulnerable than he had heard it yet. There was something like a smile playing at the corner of his lips.
“That makes sense. We won’t see those movies anymore then.”
“Its not…” Meg started.
“You don’t owe me an explanation on your movie preferences, Meg. This is only our third date. I don’t mind that you’re aromantic.”
“You’re being surprisingly cool about this.”
“I know what it’s like,” he said vaguely on purpose.
“You’re aromantic?” She said disbelievingly.
“No. I’m not,” he said, still trying to evade it.
“Come on, I said what I was.”
He heaved a breath, knowing she was right. “Asexual. Okay? That’s what I am.” He took another deep breath, rubbing his eyes.
“Wow,” she said. “What are the odds?” They both laughed, somewhat of an awkward silence.
Their relationship became something of testing boundaries and discovering the word ‘no’. With each other, they were able to work through a lot of deeply ingrained behaviors. It wasn’t easy; neither of them wanted them to change for the other, but nothing really changed per se. Things shifted, of course. Meg learned that while Castiel loved witty banter and going back and forth, nothing killed it for him quite like throwing hardly veiled sexual comments. She had never been aware of how pervasive it really was, and she felt horrible for it, because she had felt similar things with romantic love practically everywhere she looked. Still, she learned to see things through a Cas lens, as he did through a Meg lens and they developed a fantastic nonverbal communication.
It was cheesy, ten shades of fucking cliche, but Meg couldn’t imagine a life without Castiel. She had fought it a little at first, didn’t want to be so attached to a person like every romance she had seen, but there was nothing romantic about their relationship, and she felt stupid for even perceiving it that way for a second. Castiel was her best friend, and there wasn’t really anyone who knew her better. He had seen her at her worst, angry at everything, yelling at him for not knowing what its like to be lost and he had taken it all without flinching. It was irrational, and she was horrified and embarrassed later, but again, he astounded her with his understanding, and he had never been angry with her for it.
She had seen his fair share of bad, too. Getting Castiel to talk about things that bothered him was like pulling teeth. Years of conditioning from his family of putting emotions to the side and getting the tasks at hand done were the cause, and Meg could never get too angry with him for it. He was nearly always cool and collected, but as soon as she got under his skin, she saw emotions that burned brightly, and she challenged anyone who dared to call him heartless. She remembered the first time she saw him angry, how his blue eyes practically burned with it. He stood very still when he was angry, tension locking him up from his shoulders to his toes. His voice was as quiet as it usually was, but the intensity that laced it somehow made it seem ten times louder. They had been at the receiving ends of each other’s fury more than one time, finding out family was a touchy subject for them both, and like with everything else they did, it was more of learning boundaries and making rules for each other.
The talk of living together had been the simplest discussion that Meg could ever recall. It was still a little complicated, naturally, but they had arrived at the conclusion that it was a good idea at the same time, and they ironed out the rest of the details easily. Still, it was a scary thought of spending that much time together, and the last thing they wanted to do was have a fight and be unable to get past it. They didn’t let the fear make their decision however, and had found a decently priced loft and agreed to split the rent.
It took them the rest of the day to get their clothes and essentials unpacked, having taken several breaks throughout the day. They had ordered takeout and drank a little in celebration, though Meg may have indulged in that a little more than Castiel did. Half-drunk, they set up their internet to be able to watch Netflix, more for Meg’s benefit than Castiel’s, and drank even more in celebration when her laptop successfully connected.
Now, they were lying together on the air mattress they would be using until they got a real bed. Castiel was sitting up, leaning against the wall while he read, and Meg was curled up against his chest, watching the end of a movie ontheir shared tablet. The movie ended within ten minutes and she sat up to get ready to go to sleep, putting the tablet on the floor and her back to the lamp Castiel had on to read. He was wearing his glasses, a simple pair of thin black trimmed ones that actually looked really nice on him. Castiel was ‘dangerous’, able to pull off all kinds of looks, scruffy and clean shaven, with glasses and without. He had objected to her use of words, but that never stopped her from doing anything.
Usually, her turning off whatever she was watching was a sign it was time for both of them to sleep, but she had been laying there for ten minutes, sighed pointedly three times and still, Castiel was reading. She had counted eight page turns. After five more minutes, she had had enough. He knew she couldn’t sleep with the light on. She sat up, grabbed her pillow, and hit his side.
“Meg!” He said in protest, nearly falling off the mattress.
“It’s time to sleep, dumbass.”
“I’m at the climax of the book,” he explained, pouting a little. He didn’t think it was pouting, but that’s exactly what it was.
“Too bad,” she said without anger, gently reaching up to take off his glasses. He sighed, sounding a little frustrated, but the unusual pleading expression on Meg’s face silenced him. They looked at each other for a moment, and he lifted his free hand to place it on her face for a moment, stroking the apple of her cheek with his thumb lightly. He set the book aside, pulling the blanket up around them. Slowly, he put an arm around her waist and she gave her silent permission. Sleep came easy after that.
Human language cannot describe the relationship between these two nonbinary aliens (other than ‘asexual’). It’s just too complicated. Too much. Too everything. Listen here.
Name // Goo Goo Dolls You Do Something to Me // Paul Weller Flaws // Bastille Oceans Pt. I // Crywolf & Ianborg Bleeding Out // Imagine Dragons Undisclosed Desires // Muse Circles // Passenger Laughter Lines // Bastille I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) // Sleeping At Last
Welp, wrote an asexual!Arthur merthur fic for Asexy April. This is, like, my most productive month.
Name: Oh, You Have A Flag Summary: It’s kind of a big deal when your boyfriend tells you he’s asexual, but to Merlin, Arthur is more than worth it. Not that that stops him asking hundreds of questions. Words: 1469
I wrote a drabble for Asexy April! Asexual!Merlin/Arthur - I have no self restraint. This was written at like three in the morning, though.
He had always loved Arthur, right from the beginning. He just took a long time to realise, because how was he to know what love should feel like, when the way he loved was so different from the norm?
He didn’t love Arthur the way Arthur had loved Gwen - all want and sexual desire, as much part of their love as the tenderness and need to protect each other. Merlin had never loved Freya that way. He didn’t love Arthur that way. 1.5 thousand years and he didn’t feel the slightest sexual attraction to the man he’d spent that time looking for.
When Arthur had kissed him, five years after he rose from the lake of Avalon, Merlin had been worried. Arthur had kissed Merlin how Arthur had once kissed Gwen, but Merlin couldn’t give him what he would undoubtedly expect to follow.
He had to tell him. Of course he had to tell him, he’d definitely had enough of secret-keeping as far as Arthur was concerned. The moment came when Arthur kissed him again, the second time. They were climbing into the bed they’d shared since they realised it was the best way to keep nightmares at bay. For the first time, all that sharing a bed suggested hung over Merlin, threatened to suffocate him.
“Arthur, I don’t do sex. If you want me to do that, I’m sorry, I just- I just can’t.” He spoke to the ceiling, but Arthur’s voice came from beside him, his breath ticking Merlin’s ear - although his voice was louder than strictly nessassary.
“Yes, Merlin, I’d gathered as much.”
Merlin turned to face him. “What?”
Their faces were close, close enough that even in the dark room Merlin spotted the flicker of amusement that flashed across Arthur’s face. “Did you really think I was that dense? Surprisingly enough, I do actually pay attention. You’re asexual, I get it.”
“I’m sorry? I’m what?”
Arthur rolled his eyes in the darkness. “Honestly Merlin, you were around to watch the world develop, yet somehow I still end up knowing more about it than you do. You’re asexual - you don’t experience sexual attraction.”
“Oh.” Asexual. The adjective he’s been looking for to describe himself all these years has been but a google search away. He should really have bothered learning how the internet worked, but he’d kind of passed it off as useless when he had books and magic. Arthur loved the internet. Merlin suspected this was mostly to annoy him. “Is that what it’s called, then?”
“Yes. And frankly, it’s a good thing you are. I’m not exactly eager to try that with a bloke, you can imagine… Merlin, why are you looking so stunned?”
“Nothing. You’re taking this well.”
“Merlin, while I am not asexual, I have no desire to have sex with a man. Indeed, I had no plans to ever fall in love with one.” He quirked his eyebrow at Merlin’s expression. His voice lowered. “You are, as they say, the only exception… I should have asked earlier, I’m sorry. How much are you ok with? Is kissing ok?”
“Kissing is very much ok.”
Merlin grinned. “I’m going to kiss you now, in fact.”
“Well then don’t announce it like that. You spoiled the romance.” Arthur grumbled.