Hey, i'd be interested if you have any book rec's with ace/aro protagonists? I'm struggling to find many good ones.
So I’ll level with you here, depression’s been beating my ass for the longest time, and even though I know there’s good stuff out there, I’ve not had the energy to go delving into the nooks and crannies of the fiction world to find it, because…… y’know, it’s hard, there’s fudge all out there, I’m tired
But I’m so glad you sent this ask because it’s given me the motivation to sit my butt down and make this happen and this is IMPORTANT to me. So this ask has been an adventure for the both of us, anon friend~
Here’s what I found in my search! I’ve only read a few of them, for the above reason, but I’ve tried to collect stuff that’s been written by aro/ace authors or has received positive reviews from aro/ace people!! Here goes!!! I hope it’s not too lengthy, I got excited!!
The Bone Peopleby Keri Hulme is a mystery novel featuring an asexual protagonist, the reclusive artist Kerewin. It’s set in New Zealand and focuses a lot on Maori culture (the author herself is of Maori descent, as well as openly asexual and aromantic). Trigger warnings for physical abuse, suicide and illness.
We Awaken by Calista Lynne ( @calista-lynne ) features two asexual protagonists, girls who love girls, paranormal shenanigans, and the most beautiful glorious amazing cover I’ve ever seen. It’s also published by Harmony Ink Press, who do positive LGBTQ+ stories and are all round awesome in general. I think this one is available for preorder now, but releasing soon.
Sydney West by Rebecca McKinsey is a mystery/thriller I’ve seen some really great reviews on, which features a canon aromantic protagonist, and also has minimal profanity and minimal graphic description, if that’s not your kinda thing.
How To Be A Normal Person by TJ Klune features an asexual stoner hipster and honestly I don’t even know what else to say about it but this book looks like a wild and very weird ride to say the least.
Every Heart a Doorwayby Seanan McGuire has an asexual protagonist and creepy stuff and secret doors and other worlds. Also has a trans character! Seems like a neat premise, I’m keen to read it.
Cold Ennalineby RJ Astruc is paranormal novella also published by Harmony Ink Press, featuring an asexual (and by the sounds of the description quite possibly aromantic) protagonist.
Banner of the Damnedby Sherwood Smith is an epic high fantasy with an asexual protagonist and a POC princess and lots of awesome worldbuilding and politics and yeah!
After I Wake by Emma Griffiths features an asexual protagonist and several queer side characters and is also published by Harmony Ink Press! Hooray! Trigger warnings for suicide and mental illness (though the story itself focuses on recovery).
Sinnersby Eka Waterfield is a dark fantasy about an asexual sidhe drug dealer, so what else does a person need, really. But yeah! It’s got thumbs-ups from several ace reviewers on goodreads! Trigger warnings for drug use and violence.
Clariel by Garth Nix features a protagonist who’s pretty much 100% absolutely aroace and amazing, and from what I can see many of the aces/aros who’ve read this book strongly identify with her and her experiences and the general consensus is that it’s awesome.
Afterworlds by Scott Westerfeld features a demisexual WOC and a lesbian love interest and I’ve heard pretty good things about it, though I haven’t read it myself.
Quicksilverby RJ Anderson is a YA sci-fi with an asexual protagonist and lots of decent discussions on asexuality in the book, like the coming out scene, etc.
Interface: inSightby Lucy Mihajlichis another one maybe worth looking out for? It has a kickstarter going, and features a hearing-impaired aroace protagonist, nonbinary representation, and female and POC characters doing cool stuff and not dying… also has, like, cool edgy futuristic dystopia vibes~
A Word and a Bullet by Rachel Sharp has a very very very explicitly-stated aroace character. 100% aroace and cool with it. Also, quirky apocalypse stories are always fun, yeah?
And here’s some other neat stuff I found:
From Under the Mountainby Cait Spivey (panromantic asexual author, F/F high fantasy, lots of POC and women characters)
Fly By Night by Frances Hardinge (zero romance, cool premise)
The Tropic of Serpentsby Marie Brennan (ace character, not protagonist)
Radio Silenceby Alice Osman (honest and open discussions of asexuality and demisexuality, female mixed-race bisexual protagonist, male and female leads do not fall in love)
Make Much Of Meby Kayla Bashe (lots of queer rep, including asexual and nonbinary, super positive feelgood themes)
Mindtouch and Mindline by M.C.A Hogarth (non-human asexual characters, queerplatonic life-partnership, sounds hELLA CUTE)
Guardian of the Deadby Karen Healey (asexual POC leading character, not protagonist)
And I added like a billion things to my TBR lmao help me anon
Summary: When all you wanted for Zach was happiness.
Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader
Warning: Light Fluff
HEY GUYS! this is my first ever fic/imagine so I hope you like it! :)
11:28 p.m. Bus Rides
I get on the bus out
of breath, merely from sprinting to the stop with weak legs and a heavy bag. I
was stunned that there was still a bus going around the city at this time. Regularly,
my brother picks me up from work, but today he had to work late too.
My eyes wander to the
vacant seat beside this boy who had his head down. He was wearing a black
sweater that matched his natural hair. As I was about to sit down, his lonely
eyes look into mine. Zach Dempsey.
Been wanting to write something about this since my good friend @sasusake and I flailed about how such a first time could have gone down during their travels. It was such an inspiring conversation, and the image I had in mind was just too good to pass up! And now many, many months later I finally got around to it.
Hope you enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
It was that look in her eyes that unraveled him: hesitant, determined—but so gentle, so shy as she tentatively held his dark gaze. Straddled along the span of his legs, her small hands rested at the opening of his slacks; questioning him, but never pushing, always only gingerly testing the limits of where he was willing to go.
Swallowing thickly, Sasuke only pushed his face into her neck, and nodded. Closing his eyes, he exhaled a slow breath as she timidly worked on the buttons, slim fingers shaking. His stomach tensed when he felt her reach for the band of his underwear, fumbling with it momentarily with nervous tugs—but when she finally pulled him out, he found himself holding back a gasp, his lone hand curling tightly against the back of her shirt.
I hope this letter finds you well. I can hear your complaint already,
“Gordon Freeman, we have not heard from you in ages!” Well, if you care
to hear excuses, I have plenty, the greatest of them being I’ve been in
other dimensions and whatnot, unable to reach you by the usual means.
This was the case until eighteen months ago, when I experienced a
critical change in my circumstances, and was redeposited on these
shores. In the time since, I have been able to think occasionally about
how best to describe the intervening years, my years of silence. I do
first apologize for the wait, and that done, hasten to finally explain
(albeit briefly, quickly, and in very little detail) events following
those described in my previous letter (referred to herewith as Episode
To begin with, as you may recall from the closing paragraphs of my
previous missive, the death of Eli Vance shook us all. The Research
& Rebellion team was traumatized, unable to be sure how much of our
plan might be compromised, and whether it made any sense to go on at all
as we had intended. And yet, once Eli had been buried, we found the
strength and courage to regroup. It was the strong belief of his brave
daughter, the feisty Alyx Vance, that we should continue on as her
father had wished. We had the Arctic coordinates, transmitted by Eli’s
long-time assistant, Dr. Judith Mossman, which we believed to mark the
location of the lost research vessel Borealis. Eli had felt strongly
that the Borealis should be destroyed rather than allow it to fall into
the hands of the Combine. Others on our team disagreed, believing that
the Borealis might hold the secret to the revolution’s success. Either
way, the arguments were moot until we found the vessel. Therefore,
immediately after the service for Dr. Vance, Alyx and I boarded a
helicopter and set off for the Arctic; a much larger support team,
mainly militia, was to follow by separate transport.
It is still unclear to me exactly what brought down our little
aircraft. The following hours spent traversing the frigid waste in a
blizzard are also a jumbled blur, ill-remembered and poorly defined. The
next thing I clearly recall is our final approach to the coordinates
Dr. Mossman has provided, and where we expected to find the Borealis.
What we found instead was a complex fortified installation, showing all
the hallmarks of sinister Combine technology. It surrounded a large open
field of ice. Of the Hypnos itself there was no sign…or not at first.
But as we stealthily infiltrated the Combine installation, we noticed a
recurent, strangely coherent auroral effect–as of a vast hologram fading
in and out of view. This bizarre phenomenon initially seemed an effect
caused by an immense Combine lensing system, Alyx and I soon realized
that what we were actually seeing was the research vessel Borealis
itself, phasing in and out of existence at the focus of the Combine
devices. The aliens had erected their compound to study and seize the
ship whenever it materialized. What Dr. Mossman had provided were not
coordinates for where the sub was located, but instead for where it was
predicted to arrive. The vessel was oscillating in and out of our
reality, its pulses were gradually steadying, but there was no guarantee
it would settle into place for long–or at all. We determined that we
must put ourselves into position to board it at the instant it became
At this point we were briefly detained–not captured by the Combine,
as we feared at first, but by minions of our former nemesis, the
conniving and duplicitous Wallace Breen. Dr. Breen was not as we had
last seen him–which is to say, he was not dead. At some point, the
Combine had saved out an earlier version of his consciousness, and upon
his physical demise, they had imprinted the back-up personality into a
biological blank resembling an enormous slug. The BreenGrub, despite
occupying a position of relative power in the Combine hierarchy, seemed
nervous and frightened of me in particular. Wallace did not know how his
previous incarnation, the original Dr. Breen, had died. He knew only
that I was responsible. Therefore the slug treated us with great
caution. Still, he soon confessed (never able to keep quiet for long)
that he was himself a prisoner of the Combine. He took no pleasure from
his current grotesque existence, and pleaded with us to end his life.
Alyx believed that a quick death was more than Wallace Breen deserved,
but for my part, I felt a modicum of pity and compassion. Out of Alyx’s
sight, I might have done something to hasten the slug’s demise before we
Not far from where we had been detained by Dr. Breen, we found Judith
Mossman being held in a Combine interrogation cell. Things were tense
between Judith and Alyx, as might be imagined. Alyx blamed Judith for
her father’s death…news of which, Judith was devastated to hear for the
first time. Judith tried to convince Alyx that she had been a double
agent serving the resistance all along, doing only what Eli had asked of
her, even though she knew it meant she risked being seen by her
peers–by all of us–as a traitor. I was convinced; Alyx less so. But from
a pragmatic point of view, we depended on Dr. Mossman; for along with
the Borealis coordinates, she possessed resonance keys which would be
necessary to bring the vessel fully into our plane of existence.
We skirmished with Combine soldiers protecting a Combine research
post, then Dr. Mossman attuned the Borealis to precisely the frequencies
needed to bring it into (brief) coherence. In the short time available
to us, we scrambled aboard the ship, with an unknown number of Combine
agents close behind. The ship cohered for only a short time, and then
its oscillations resume. It was too late for our own military support,
which arrived and joined the Combine forces in battle just as we
rebounded between universes, once again unmoored.
What happened next is even harder to explain. Alyx Vance, Dr. Mossman
and myself sought control of the ship–its power source, its control
room, its navigation center. The ships’s history proved nonlinear. Years
before, during the Combine invasion, various members of an earlier
science team, working in the hull of a dry-docked vessel situated at the
Aperture Science Research Facility in Michigan, had assembled what they
called the Bootstrap Device. If it worked as intended, it would emit a
field large enough to surround the ship. This field would then itself
travel instantaneously to any chosen destination without having to cover
the intervening space. There was no need for entry or exit portals, or
any other devices; it was entirely self-contained. Unfortunately, the
device had never been tested. As the Combine pushed Earth into the Seven
Hour War, the aliens seized control of our most important research
facilities. The staff of the Borealis, with no other wish than to keep
the ship out of Combine hands, acted in desperation. The switched on the
field and flung the Borealis toward the most distant destination they
could target: Arctica. What they did not realize was that the Bootstrap
Device travelled in time as well as space. Nor was it limited to one
time or one location. The Borealis, and the moment of its activation,
were stretched across space and time, between the nearly forgotten Lake
Huron of the Seven Hour War and the present day Arctic; it was pulled
taut as an elastic band, vibrating, except where at certain points along
its length one could find still points, like the harmonic spots along a
vibrating guitar string. One of these harmonics was where we boarded,
but the string ran forward and back, in both time and space, and we were
soon pulled in every direction ourselves.
Time grew confused. Looking from the bridge, we could see the
drydocks of Aperture Science at the moment of teleportation, just as the
Combine forces closed in from land, sea and air. At the same time, we
could see the Arctic wastelands, where our friends were fighting to make
their way to the protean Borealis; and in addition, glimpses of other
worlds, somewhere in the future perhaps, or even in the past. Alyx grew
convinced we were seeing one of the Combine’s central staging areas for
invading other worlds–such as our own. We meanwhile fought a running
battle throughout the ship, pursued by Combine forces. We struggled to
understand our stiuation, and to agree on our course of action. Could we
alter the course of the Borealis? Should we run it aground in the
Arctic, giving our peers the chance to study it? Should we destroy it
with all hands aboard, our own included? It was impossible to hold a
coherent thought, given the baffling and paradoxical timeloops, which
passed through the ship like bubbles. I felt I was going mad, that we
all were, confronting myriad versions of ourselves, in that ship that
was half ghost-ship, half nightmare funhouse.
What it came down to, at last, was a choice. Judith Mossman argued,
reasonably, that we should save the Borealis and deliver it to the
resistance, that our intelligent peers might study and harness its
power. But Alyx reminded me had sworn she would honor she father’s
demand that we destroy the ship. She hatched a plan to set the Borealis
to self-destruct, while riding it into the heart of the Combine’s
invasion nexus. Judith and Alyx argued. Judith overpowered Alyx and
brought the Borealis area, preparing to shut off the Bootstrap Device
and settle the ship on the ice. Then I heard a shot, and Judith fell.
Alyx had decided for all of us, or her weapon had. With Dr. Mossman
dead, we were committed to the suicide plunge. Grimly, Alyx and I armed
the Borealis, creating a time-travelling missile, and steered it for the
heart of the Combine’s command center.
At this point, as you will no doubt be unsurprised to hear, a Certain
Sinister Figure appeared, in the form of that sneering trickster,
G-Man. For once he appeared not to me, but to Alyx Vance. Alyx had not
seen the cryptical schoolmarm since childhood, but she recognized hi,
instantly. “Come along with me now, we’ve places to be and things to
do,” said G-Man, and Alyx acquiesced. She followed the strange grey man
out of the Borealis, out of our reality. For me, there was no convenient
door held open; only a snicker and a sideways glance. I was left alone,
riding the weaponized research vessel into the heart of a Combine
world. An immense light blazed. I caught a cosmic view of a brilliantly
glittering Dyson sphere. The vastness of the Combine’s power, the
futility of our struggle, blossomed briefly in my awareness. I saw
everything. Mainly I saw how the Borealis, our most powerful weapon,
would register as less than a fizzling matchhead as it blew itself
apart. And what remained of me would be even less than that.
Just then, as you have surely already foreseen, the Vortigaunts
parted their own checkered curtains of reality, reached in as they have
on prior occasions, plucked me out, and set me aside. I barely got to
see the fireworks begin.
And here we are. I spoke of my return to this shore. It has been a
circuitous path to lands I once knew, and surprising to see how much the
terrain has changed. Enough time has passed that few remember me, or
what I was saying when last I spoke, or what precisely we hoped to
accomplish. At this point, the resistance will have failed or succeeded,
no thanks to me. Old friends have been silenced, or fallen by the
wayside. I no longer know or recognize most members of the research
team, though I believe the spirit of rebellion still persists. I expect
you know better than I the appropriate course of action, and I leave you
to it. Expect no further correspondence from me regarding these
matters; this is my final episode.
“My heart thump, not from being nervous. Sometimes, I’m thinking God made me special here on purpose. So all the while, ‘til I’m gone, make my words important so if I slip away, if I die today…”
Cruising down a seemingly endless country road, the familiar, soothing lyrics rolled effortlessly off the tongue of your boyfriend as he quietly sang along to his favorite artist. The setting sun emitted the most stunning golden glow, adding onto the warmth the faded pink color of his over-sized hoodie brought to his skin. Tousled hair paired with the hoodie and a pair of dark shorts came together to give off a comfy, laid back vibe.
Grayson was currently behind the wheel of the brand new, custom made Bronco his twin brother had surprised him with just hours before.
It’s a stupid fluffy parody I drew in RUN era(hence the hairstyle) and after a long struggle I just gave up the translation hahahaha. It was 1000 days anniversary and now It’s 3rd year anniversary! I can’t write so it’s not a fanfic but just notes of random ideas. Very special thanks to dear @art-blisters for helping me translate all text!!TOT You’re my angel FOR REAL.
(A/N: shortish smut. Seriously, who doesn’t want to marry Wonho? Stop me from writing about him I just love him so much he makes me feel things)
Your friends spun you around and held your hands as you danced to the deafening techno music in the club. Full of alcohol, you were finding it increasingly hard to stay up, especially in your new high heels but you were having the best bachelorette party you could have ever hoped for, even though you did miss your fiance who had already had his bachelor party. With just a few days left until the wedding, you were glad to let go and dance with your friends, celebrating what they’d been calling ‘your last night as a free woman’ though of course, you didn’t see it like that. Wonho made you your best self; he made you feel alive. It was almost as if something was missing before you met him. Blue, green and pink lights beamed from the ceiling, moving at a pace that almost made you dizzy. With a ‘Bride to be’ sash on and a neon tutu around your waist, you felt like the centre of attention with everyone encouraging you to down your shots and wishing you well on your future marriage. Even on a night like this where you were supposed to be celebrating your independence, you wanted Wonho to be there with you; dancing in his strong arms sounded perfect. Giggling at your maid of honour who was trying to dance as sexy as she could, you could have sworn you saw one of Wonho’s groomsmen Minhyuk out of the corner of your eye and when you thought that was unlikely, you spotted the leader of Wonho’s group Shownu at the bar. In a haze of confusion, you could barely hear your bridesmaids yelling your name and trying to get your attention.
“(Y/N!) Look who’s here!”
Your bridesmaid called before reaching behind her and pushing your fiance in front of you. He grinned mischievously before cuddling you. Wonho smelled so good and he looked so damn fine in tight denim jeans that hugged his muscular thighs.
“Hoseok! What are you doing here?! You know it’s supposed to be girls only.”
You pretended to be stern with him when really you were over the moon that he had come to see you. With that jaw dropping, dazzling smile, he chuckled with a glimmer of lust in his eyes.
“I just couldn’t stay away jagi. Besides, aren’t you happy to see me? I missed you.”
You couldn’t fight your smile and the feeling of being home and safe when you were with him. Even in the crowded room full of intoxicated strangers, when you were with him, it felt like just the two of you in this crazy love bubble. All of a sudden, he pulled you close and crushed his lips upon yours, desperately needing you. Like it was an instinct, you ran your fingers through his hair, feeling yourself fall deeper and deeper in to the kiss. You sensed his hunger, his wanting for you. It became obvious why he’d come and how much he really missed you. You weren’t there in his bed with him and that was something he didn’t like at all; he wasn’t complete without his partner in crime. Wonho grabbed your behind, squeezing it tightly as if no one was there when you heard:
“Oh my fucking god guys, get a room!”
He pulled away with a soft, warm laugh. Your foreheads rested against each other, the two of you gazing in to each others eyes, breathless.
“I missed you too.”
You uttered, just loud enough for him to hear over the loud music. Eagerly, your fiance took your hand and started leading you through the crowd of people.
“Where are we going?!”
You cried as loudly as you could.
“Somewhere! Anywhere! Don’t worry, this won’t take long.”
Within minutes you were in a toilet stall, sat on the seat with your legs around Wonho as he reached forward and kissed you passionately, reaching under your tutu and dragging your panties down your legs.
“Touch yourself jagiya. Let me see you play with yourself. We don’t have much time and I need you, right now.”
You were shy, even in front of your fiance, the person you were going to spend the rest of your life with, though the alcohol in your body helped you feel a little more confident. Wonho stood up and unzipped his jeans, his erection almost breaking the zipper as it bulged out. His deep eyes almost burned in to you, watching you rub your pulsing clit as he dropped his black boxer shorts down around his ankles. Wonho told you to rub yourself as he wanted you to be wet for him but you were already dripping just by seeing his thick, hard manhood in his hand. In the background, you heard the loud bass of the music thumping, hoping it would mask your whimpers. Making you giggle, Wonho lifted you up off the seat and took your place, hinting he wanted you to ride him. Your heart fluttered whilst your horniness was making you a crazy woman. Perhaps Wonho wanted to take advantage of he fact you got extremely aroused when you’d had a few drinks. You could barely believe you were going to fuck your husband to be in a club toilet cubicle but you were both painfully desperate to feel each other, to connect in the most intimate way. Easing yourself down on his hardness, the two of you struggled to keep your eyes open with the insane pleasure and relief. With his cock inside you, you felt full and stretched; you always forgot how big Wonho got when he was fully erect.
“Oh baby. You feel so amazing. I’m never going to get enough of you.”
He uttered, his hands resting on your hips, helping to lift you up and down on his long shaft. Your fiance looked so attractive as he closed his eyes and bit down on his plump lower lip, gently groaning at your tightness. Each time you lowered yourself down, you found a new wave of bliss; it was becoming hard to stay quiet. You just wanted to scream his name.
You whimpered, gripping his shoulders to steady yourself.
“Holy shit I can’t wait to marry you. I just want to call you my wife already. I just want you to be mine.”
Wonho grunted as his pupils dilated and his hands moved from your hips to your behind.
“I am yours Hoseok. I’m all yours.”
You moaned before feeling his lips return to yours, demanding your touch. Your mouths moved in sync; you were captured in his sensuous embrace. Moving your hips faster, you felt your orgasm build as your walls tightened and your clit rubbed lightly on Wonho’s neat pubic hair. The orgasm felt like a warm tingling sensation in your pussy and as soon as Wonho reached down and played with your excited clitoris, you felt yourself tipping over the edge.
“Baby I want to cum!”
You cried, too engulfed in pleasure to care if anyone could hear. Feeling Wonho’s cock twitch inside you, you could tell he was seconds away from finishing too.
“Yes! Cum on my cock baby. Show me you’re mine!”
Wonho growled before kissing and biting at your neck, inevitably giving you a hickey that you hoped would fade before the wedding but he knew you loved it when he nibbled on your neck. Wonho had to stifle your screaming with a harsh, scorching kiss as your orgasm rocked through your body and soon enough, you felt his warm liquid drip out of you. For moments you sat there, tangled in a warm cuddle as the two of you tried your best to get your breath back. With his arms wrapped around you so tightly, you didn’t want to move. You almost forgot it was supposed to be your bachelorette party. Deeply, you sighed.
“I suppose I should go back to the girls baby. This is supposed to be my last night as a single lady.”
You said, trying to move but Wonho wouldn’t let you go yet. He smirked boyishly; the smirk that made you fall so hard for him.
“Do you want me to go?”
He asked, his eyes turning puppy dog like. You giggled, shaking your head.
“Just, I want round two when we get home. But for now, we better go and dance…and pretend we didn’t just fuck in here.”
You responded. It was nearly painful to climb off Wonho, suddenly feeling empty and colder. You passed Wonho some tissues as you tried to clean up but you were pulled back down on top of him.
“Baby. I want everyone to know we just fucked in here.”
It’s a bit late, but I wanted to redraw one of my favorite scenes from Battle for Mewni, which was great , it left me asking more questions than getting answers. Not to mention, it made us go through a roller coaster ride of emotions from that heart melting hug or the moment I saw Moon’s wall being broken. She and star have had a pretty strained relationship from the start. Seeing her break down like that literally broke my heart it was a side of her that we had not yet seen making it more impactful for me at least.