Asexy April Fanwork Challenge!
Soft and Slow and Quiet (2066 words)

Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Relationship: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson/Natasha Romanov

Ace Characters: Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton

Summary: Natasha is tired, gets home and spends time with her partners.

Title: (Did you know?) Multi-Fandom Fanvideo - All About *My* Sexual Orientation

Rating: Um… TV-14 I suppose, as (this is also my only warning:) I use a sexy-ish scene from Switched at Birth with a girl in a bra making out with a shirtless guy. It’s a pretty mild video though. Maybe it could count as G.

This is not a typical submission! I hope it’s still acceptable, though? I am a fanvideo editor and this is kinda a fanvideo, since I use fandoms as my source footage for the whole thing…

Some of these fandoms are featured a *lot* more than others, but all of the fandoms in here are: Glee, Gilmore Girls, Skins UK, Grey’s Anatomy, Everwood, Parenthood, Switched at Birth, Joan of Arcadia, House, Castle, Nashville, Gossip Girl, and Friday Night Lights.

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ladygeekgirl-and-friends:

April is Asexy April in fandom; much like Femslash February, which celebrated works with female/female pairings, this month’s goal is to celebrate and educate all and sundry on asexuality-related matters through fanfiction. Today’s fic is from 2012, but it’s a great example of what this month could be.
love is for children and other lies spans Natasha’s life from when she was first recruited into the Black Widow program until a little after the events of The Avengers. Author Fahye doesn’t draw from any particular comics canon, instead choosing to construct their own backstory for Natasha through what we know of her from her MCU appearances. I may be biased, but Fahye does a great job. What a backstory this is—it’s so emotional and so real that I almost want Marvel to keep their vague Black Widow movie promises to themselves, because I’ve already got my Black Widow headcanon right here.
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ladygeekgirl-and-friends:

April is Asexy April in fandom; much like Femslash February, which celebrated works with female/female pairings, this month’s goal is to celebrate and educate all and sundry on asexuality-related matters through fanfiction. Today’s fic is from 2012, but it’s a great example of what this month could be.

love is for children and other lies spans Natasha’s life from when she was first recruited into the Black Widow program until a little after the events of The Avengers. Author Fahye doesn’t draw from any particular comics canon, instead choosing to construct their own backstory for Natasha through what we know of her from her MCU appearances. I may be biased, but Fahye does a great job. What a backstory this is—it’s so emotional and so real that I almost want Marvel to keep their vague Black Widow movie promises to themselves, because I’ve already got my Black Widow headcanon right here.

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raggedybearcat:

Look more crappy boring bust scribbles of Mass Effect dorks.  It’s Asexy April, and that means I have to learn to draw James Vega, the galaxy’s biggest closet c!ace.
(ace James Vega loves the banter of flirting but gets really awkward if people think it’s going further than flirting)
(ace James Vega embraces the fact that he can use “I don’t fraternise now that I’m in the military” to cover up the fact that he has never been interested in dating, even though everyone around him is fraternising like mad)
(ace James Vega is so good at recognising aesthetic attraction and predicting things that your average person considers sexually attractive that he has most people fooled.  He almost has himself fooled)
(ace James Vega tells you that Jack is “kinda hot…i-if you’re in to that sort of thing” and then rapidly changes the subject when pressed for more information)
(if you sleep with ace James Vega his opinion of the sex is that it was “fun…I guess?” and he’d rather never talk about it ever again)
(ACE JAMES VEGA)

raggedybearcat:

Look more crappy boring bust scribbles of Mass Effect dorks.  It’s Asexy April, and that means I have to learn to draw James Vega, the galaxy’s biggest closet c!ace.

(ace James Vega loves the banter of flirting but gets really awkward if people think it’s going further than flirting)

(ace James Vega embraces the fact that he can use “I don’t fraternise now that I’m in the military” to cover up the fact that he has never been interested in dating, even though everyone around him is fraternising like mad)

(ace James Vega is so good at recognising aesthetic attraction and predicting things that your average person considers sexually attractive that he has most people fooled.  He almost has himself fooled)

(ace James Vega tells you that Jack is “kinda hot…i-if you’re in to that sort of thing” and then rapidly changes the subject when pressed for more information)

(if you sleep with ace James Vega his opinion of the sex is that it was “fun…I guess?” and he’d rather never talk about it ever again)

(ACE JAMES VEGA)

dontkillbirds:

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

Read it on AO3

Title: Brave & Arrow-Ace

Fandom: Disney/Disney Pixar/Brave

Ace Character: Merida

Rating: Might be a couple swears. PG? I’m Canadian so we rate things a bit more leniently than Americans, so idk.

Original characters. Rated PG. 14,000 words. Trigger warning for stillbirth. Theatrical script format.
SUMMARY: The year is 1880 in the reign of Queen Victoria. Young Mary Stone has just arrived alone and friendless in London, unsure of what to do with herself after a lifetime of keeping house for her late parents in India. She has no choice but to accept a position as a house girl for Mrs. Victoria Hawking, an aloof, mysterious society widow who seems to want nothing to do with her. But when she discovers Mrs. Hawking’s true business, as a secret champion to the otherwise helpless women of London, Mary is drawn into a world of new heroic purpose battling against devious blackmailers, rescuing kidnapped children, and struggling against the restrictive place their society forces on women.
The protagonist Mrs. Hawking is an aromantic asexual, which clashes dramatically in a world where women are unable to avoid marriage and childbirth. Exegesis of the significance of Mrs. Hawking’s asexuality can be found at http://www.mrshawking.com/?p=212
Stupid, Dumb, Blind Chance

swordofthehost:

AO3

Megstiel, queerplatonic fluff, 1.6k

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Charlie Weasley, 1300 words.

No warnings.

Charlie’s always been more interested in dragons than girls. Or boys, for that matter. And at twenty-nine, he finally decides to tell his mother. He doesn’t have high hopes.

Scars Make Us Whole

swordofthehost:

AO3

Dean/benny, 1.6k, mentions of date rape(its very brief)

  Dean stumbled noisily through the door, knocking into the wall with a thud. He froze, not wanting to wake anyone with his uncharacteristic clumsiness. But he was tired, he was sore all over, and he may be a little drunk. A little. Slowly, quietly, he closed the door and made his way to the kitchen, hoping that leftover dinner would be waiting for him in the fridge. There was a voice in the back of his head telling him that Benny was gonna be pissed, but his id won out. Food first, then he can worry about other things.

    He barely got the fridge open when he heard the whisper-brush sound of fabric. He whirled around, only to see Benny leaning against the frame of the door, his features dully lit by the light of the fridge. He was in his pajamas, but there was no sign of sleepiness is in his eyes. He hasn’t gone to bed yet, Dean thought, and guilt lanced through him. The silence was awkward, filling up with the things Dean knew he should say to Benny, but the fear of disappointing Benny choked him.

    “Do you feel better about it?” Benny asks, cutting right to it. Dean heaves a breath.

    The thing was, Dean really didn’t like what the end of July made him think about. He hasn’t for years. July means the anniversary of his father’s death, and the past few years, he’s been able to get through it without too much difficulty. He had other things taking up his mind, driving him forward. He didn’t have time to really stop and deal with emotions. The Apocalypse, leviathans, angels and demons were always breathing down his neck. There was no room for the luxury of dealing with feelings.

    This year he was in an unprecedented situation. When he had escaped Purgatory, bringing Benny with him, he found Sam gunning for answers about him and eyes the most tired he had ever seen them. And then, they just slowly stopped. They didn’t really talk about it, but the days of cross country hunting were over. They stuck to local stuff for a while, and even then, they had been slowly stopping there too. There was only so many monsters and hauntings in Douglas County that needed destroying. And it wasn’t like they were the only two hunters in the Midwest.

    It had been incredibly difficult to adjust, and he was still dealing with it. Every issue swept to the side, every physical and emotional scar that had been buried wasn’t something he could ignore anymore. Drinking and posturing wasn’t going to cut it either. Suddenly, he had too much time, and it was hitting him hard. Sam wasn’t faring all that well either, and it was spending time with him enforced unhealthy habits of pushing it down, keeping it quiet, focusing on Sam instead.

Both of the Winchesters were endlessly grateful for Benny.  He had his own hurdles to overcome, adjusting to the 21st century as a vampire who hasn’t needed blood isn’t exactly easy, he was there for both Sam and Dean in ways neither of them had expected. Dean had expected him to take off as soon as he was resurrected, to never hear from him again. But he continued on with him to find Sam, and stayed. He was tough with the both of them in ways they needed, knowing when to preoccupy them before they fell into holes of their own making. He hid the alcohol when necessary, and other times poured it in glasses himself. Dean may have settled his debt when he had ferried Benny’s soul back to his body, but he wound up owing the guy even more than before. He had helped with the research to get Castiel back, too. It was a dead end until Castiel showed up out of the blue two months later, grace drained and extremely dirty. Together, the four of them were layers upon layers of buried emotions and nightmares, taped up with the warning ‘Don’t bring it up’, weighing heavily on all of their shoulders. Now, Dean guessed he was kind of with Benny, and Sam and Castiel were still doing the awkward dance around their feelings. He didn’t really know, it was another one of those things they hadn’t really talked about.

    So when July 19th rolled around, there was too much time . It was the first time in 7 years that Dean had time to think about it, about everything, and like all of the things before, it was hard. It knocked him flat on his ass, and the only comfort he could possibly see was at the bottom of a bottle. He desperately willed the thoughts away, and when that didn’t work, when Benny asked him to talk to him, he snapped, storming out and heading straight to the nearest bar. He broke his streak of 23 days sober, rationalizing that the numbness was exactly what he needed.

    “No,” Dean said, closing the fridge and turning away from the other man, running a hand down his face. Hindsight’s a bitch , he thinks to himself. Something told him Benny wasn’t angry, but he might be disappointed. Hell, he was disappointed. He had set himself back, and fuck, for what reason? Because he was too stubborn to let go of old habits? He couldn’t explain it through the fuzziness pushing in from the edges of his mind, and he tossed his head back, taking another deep breath. He turned to Benny, not meeting his eyes. “I feel worse.” Benny pushed himself off the frame of the door, flipping on the light. There was a bruise on Dean’s face that hadn’t been entirely apparent in the dark.

    “That’ll get you laid,” Benny drawled, eyes flicking the the bruise next to Dean’s left eye.

    “God, I hope not,” Dean breathed, dropping himself into one of the chairs at the table. Benny grabbed one of the ice packs out of the freezer and wrapped it in a paper towel before dragging a chair to sit closer to Dean.

    “I called Sam. You could’ve just told me, I would’ve left you alone,” Benny said as he pressed the gel pack gently to Dean’s face, eyes glancing at his green one’s briefly. Dean leaned a little into the touch, letting out a sigh as his shoulders sagged. Their faces were close, and Dean didn’t really have anywhere else to look except Benny’s face.

    “Now where’s the fun in that?” Dean said tiredly, his voice hushed.

    “Stubborn asshole,” Benny said without heat, and Dean lifted his hand to cover Benny’s.

    “I’m sorry.” He said, the words slightly slurred. He knew Benny acknowledged how difficult it was to offer up apologies, especially on bad days like this.

    “I know you are. But its not me that needs the forgiving, nor do you owe me an apology.” Benny’s eyes were on his again for a brief second, nothing but kindness in them, and then back on the ice pack. They were quiet for a few minutes, Dean letting the words soak into his skin slowly.

    “How do you do that?” Dean asked when Benny pulled away the ice pack.

    “The ice helped the swelling, I didn’t do anything,” Benny answers, the hints of a smile starting as he stands to put away the ice pack.

    “Who’s the stubborn asshole now?”

    “I told you what you already knew, you just have a little trouble accepting it sometimes.” There was a pause. “How’d you get the bruise?” Dean tensed a little.

    “Some prick tried slipping drugs into a girl’s drink and he got a punch in, no big deal.” Dean paused. “It does sting a little though.” He finished, deciding a little honesty about his discomfort was harmless. He wasn’t whining. “What kind of asshole-”

    “You did good,” Benny said, seeing the anger in Dean’s eyes.

    “He was going to drug her to force her to have sex with him, Benny. Yeah, I stopped him then, but there are still people doing that,” Dean said, his voice rising in volume. There was something else in Dean’s eyes, something like experience in the green of them, and Benny could feel his heart sink.

    When Dean had told Benny about how he was, Benny had to admit he had no idea what he was talking about. But when Dean defined it, said being attracted to people sexually was something that had never happened to him, it started to make sense. Dean still had sex, but it had become rarer and rarer as time went on. He did it, mostly, because for a long time he thought without it, the relationships he had weren’t going to be ‘complete’. It was a means to be close to people, to feel a little less lonely, but he always ended up leaving after anyway because it didn’t work.

    “Please, don’t say it,” Dean said, seeing the expression on Benny’s face.

    “Let me see your bruise,” Benny said instead as he sat back down. Dean scooted his chair a little closer, their knees bumping into each other. Benny gently turned Dean’s head to the right, leaning close to look at the purplish skin. Without touching the sensitive skin, his lips hovered just above it, his breath heating up the already flushed bruise. and then he was leaning back again, the skin cooling.

    “Better?”

    “Much,” Dean said, and Benny laughed quietly.

    “Benny?” He looked up at Dean, waiting for him to continue. “I’m tired.” Another laugh, and he hauled Dean to his feet, half carrying to him to their room. Dean was asleep before he could even get them to the room.