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girl-with-goats · 10 months
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HP fics around disability by prim
July is Disability Pride Month, so I'm posting a small rec list with my own fics centered around hearing disability.
Quiet in blue, 50,960 words, M, no archive warnings apply, Albus Dumbledore/Gellert Grindelwald
When Albus Dumbledore comes back to Hogwarts for his final year, two new developments are awaiting him: a Tournament For Young Talented Wizards and Witches, and a new Transmutation professor that catches his eye. Navigating blossoming feelings, the tournament tasks and the labyrinth of his own insecurities coming from his disability is not an easy thing, but Albus at least is not alone in this mess. And he has a guide goat to help him.
I also appeared in Fanfic Maverick podcast to talk about this fic and the disability representation in HP fandom.
Hands basked in love, 1,366 words, M, no archive warnings apply, Remus Lupin/Sirius Black
Sirius meets Remus in a dimmy bar and is enraptured by the way his hand move in a mysterious patterns he can't understand. He does everything within his power to learn sign language to talk to the handsome stranger–because his heart is captured forever.
the sound of silence, WIP, T, no archive warnings apply, Remus Lupin/Sirius Black + gen
Did you know that silence has a sound? OR Remus Lupin and his road to accepting himself and realising that he may be deaf, but he's not alone in his struggles.
HAPPY DISABILITY PRIDE!!!
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angelatsumu · 2 months
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simon as your allistic husband
hello friends, i am autistic and i wanted a little allistic husband for my own comfort. this may be slightly unrelatable because autism is a spectrum and autistic people experience overwhelm and meltdowns differently. here is my interpretation of my experience (a very small picture of it).
cw: none, autistic reader x allistic!husband!simon riley<3, johnny is a bit overwhelming, overstimulating stimuli + potential meltdown
simon had always been your self-proclaimed protector. he was like a devotee the way he watched you, always keeping an eye on your mannerisms and responses. simon was on his knees before you with just one beck and call, and you knew this to be true in your heart of hearts. your lover, your beautiful simon, was privy to your disability and the way it could render you helpless with no regard for your plans for the day. in an effort to be an “adult”, you might overwork yourself directly into overstimulation or autistic burnout. if you had tried to mask well past your limits in social situations, you found yourself stimming in secretive but painful ways, and perhaps even losing all social awareness as a whole. you constantly cursed yourself for not getting a service dog to help you through these scenarios, but why would you when simon was at your side so quickly? simon knew you like the back of his hand, easily detecting the signs fo your withdrawal or teetering on the edge of insanity. Simon was so equipped to care for you, constantly studying your fidgeting and tone in any situation.
tonight was no different. Simon had asked if you felt comfortable with a small gathering of the Task Force after a bit of time apart, and you willfully agreed. you thoguht you’d checked all of the boxes to prepare yourself for the evening; you’d rested all day, gathered your stim toys and fidget rings, remembered to drink water (with several small reminders from simon), and you even ate an appropriate amount of foods to fuel you for social interaction. Simon was sure to allow you time to indulge your special interests and give you space without overwhelming stimuli. you’d felt pretty equipped for the night, especially since simon had ordered your comfort foods and even prepared a special nook incase you felt a bit overwhelmed. with earplugs in ears and a comfort outfit, you felt far more prepared with the help of your understanding lover. the overwhelming dread that usually accompanied social gatherings seemed to melt away with your anchor who was more than helpful in refilling your cup and taking care of you.
just as everyone was arriving, Simon was sure to dim the lights in the bedroom and set aside a bottle of water with your favorite stims to allow you a safe place. He hated to assume that you might approach metldown territory, but he’d learned that preparing for it is far better for you than simply hoping for the best. He’d taken the liberty of safety proofing the room, giving you a sensory swing and a cushioned corner to prevent you from harming yourself if the meltdown is to worsen beyond his control or interventions. He hummed as he made easy work of it, being sure to charge your headphones and queuing up a playlist you adored to allow you less work during a time of distress. goodness, he loved you so much. he loved doing this gentle and domestic work for you, and he loved the safety that came from his efforts.
it’s now well into the get-together, and Simon has you nestled into his chest. you find the smell of him grounding, and the compression of his arms squeezing around your torso makes you feel safe and comforted. your ears began to sting at the constant and overwhelming timbre of Johnny and Gaz’s bickering, seemingly infiltrating your brain and sowing seeds of hate. you’d tried to fidget with Simon’s dogtags or the hem of his shirt, but the constant booming of their voices had begun to sink its teeth into you. Simon was never loud, and he certainly never yelled in your vicinity without warning. your chest felt tight as you began to feel your clothes rubbing wrongly against your skin every time Simon had a hearty laugh at his coworkers. you squirmed in an attempt to regulate yourself, to move the painful energy you’d been harboring since your nervous system began to fray. the interaction was tiring, draining you of all your humanity as you had to pretend to be interested in the topic of conversation. your breathing shallowed, breaths quick and uneven as you tried your hardest to stave off the boiling under your skin. suddenly Simon’s skin against yours felt wrong, like your nerves were set aflame and stealing the little reserves of normality you’d been clinging to. you didn’t want this happen, you never did. you’d spend every waking moment post-meltdown crying and begging the skies above to “fix” you, to make you less susceptible to these painful experiences. you didn’t want to feel lie this anymore, to hurt anymore.
Simon feels the shift in energy, having stealthily been observing your descent into uncharted territory. he knows where your mind space is, knows that your mind is ricking you into believing you’re too much and that things were easier without you. the way you slightly fled his touch led him to slowly and sneakily withdraw his arms from you, placing them behind his head to allow you to be freed from his grasp. he relishes in the sigh you let out, the way you teeth latch onto his shirt and begin to chew away to calm the nerves. Simon calmly reaches to his right where your spare ear defenders are tucked away, and he slowly slides them over your head. he makes quick work of tying back your hair to lessen the amount of stimuli you had to process. your lover lessens his own chatter, reducing himself to careful nods and short sentences or small laughs to allow you a full realm of recovery. he gives you two taps to your back, a silent inquiry to your current state. you respond with a head shake, signaling that you were far beyond your capacity. simon could tell that your thoughts were being unkind to you, but he was certain he could help you through this difficult period. “they alright,” Price asks, eyes kind as they fall on your frame in Simon’s grasp. the men knew you were autistic, and they were more than supportive to you. Simon sighs, eye soft as he looked at the men and back at you. “Yeah, i think they're just pushing toward overload. ‘m gonna take them to the room, let them get this out,” Simon hums softly, timbre of his voice lowered to create less strain. He gives you another silent tap as a request to carry to your bed, and you nod softly against his chest. his chest dims the lighting of your living room, lessening the stimuli you’ve been taking in. Simon scoops you into his arms and carries you to your bedroom where he gently sits you on your bed. the lights have been dimmed, and Simon slides your weighted blanket closer to you. “Blanket’s here love. ‘M gonna let you have some space, but i’ll be back to check on you soon. ‘M so sorry this happened lovie, but I love you. You’re safe. I am not angry with you, and you’re allowed to feel these things,” He comforts you, placing your stims within reach as your eyes fix on the floor in front of you. He knows words have left you, and he hums before leaving the room to allow you time to process.
thank you for reading! if this experience does not feel very cloe to yours, please feel free to send a request with a different scenario of autism reader x allistic simon <3
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muzzlemouths · 10 months
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not to sound desperate on main but since it's disability pride month it'd be really nice to see some art or fics with disabled Y/Ns.
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dankgemestho · 6 months
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@super-sons-week-2023 day 5: language & culture! This is a collab with @/mypride on AO3 for their fic Ti Amo (I love you)!
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wangxianficrecs · 5 months
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Threads of Love by OnlyMeAndMyBones
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Threads of Love
by OnlyMeAndMyBones (@galexibrain)
M, WIP, 61k, Wangxian
Summary: Thirteen years ago, Lan Zhan came to Germany to study classical music and found his first true friend. Ten years ago he returned to Shanghai, heartbroken after a horrifying accident left Wei Ying with life-changing injuries and destroyed their friendship and budding romance. Today, he comes back to Germany - to teach, not to study. But when he and Wei Ying meet again by sheer chance, he realizes he has much to learn after all. (The main story is complete with chapter eight - additional oneshots may be added in the future) Kay's comments: This story is such a delight, because I love modern AUs but I'm so tired of modern AUs set in America. Instead, this story is set in Germany! It's also just a very lovely story that I really enjoyed a lot. There's many parallels to canon and Lexi wrote that the Golden Core transfer inspired this story, since the loss of a Golden Core can be seen as a disability. Wangxian here meet again after ten years apart, both struggling with different things and I really liked how they reconnected and Lan Wangji's POV was just a huge treat. Also a story for fans of Yunmeng Siblings love. Main story is complete, but marked as incomplete. Excerpt: The door opens. “Sorry for the delay I hope you didn’t wait too-” They stare at each other in shock, Lan Zhan and the man at the door. He has long hair, tied back with a crimson red scrunchie. He is wearing dark blue pants and a matching shirt with a stethoscope hanging around his neck. Lan Zhan still knows this face like his own. It has lost something of its adolescent softness over the past ten years but it retained a youthful glow, making the man look more like in his twenties than his early thirties. Doctor Vay is the first one to regain his speech. “Hello, Lan Zhan,” he whispers in Mandarin, looking down at the file lying in his lap and humming with distracted amusement. “Heh. Shawn Lan. I should have known.” Then, he comes in and closes the door behind him. Lan Zhan’s voice has left him. Suddenly he seems to have forgotten each of the languages he knows. His tongue is glued to his teeth and he knows he looks like a fool, standing there with his lips parted.
pov lan wangji, modern setting, modern no powers, disability, disabled character, disabled wei wuxian, angst with a happy ending, flashbacks, ableism, racism, medical procedures, lan wangji/wei wuxian get a happy ending, sharing a bed, doctor wei wuxian, musician lan wangji, teacher lan wangji, yunmeng siblings feels, good sibling jiang cheng, minor or backgroudn relationships, qin su/lan xichen, blood and injury
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aziraphales-library · 5 months
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Hello!!
I appreciate all that you guys do on here and more. It's truly helped me countless of times. I was wondering if you could recommend some good fics where crowley is disable. I've been having a hard time finding some as of recent. It'd be a huge help💗💗.
Hello dear!
Here is a link to fics where Crowley is disabled.
I personally have enjoyed:
Behind Glass by EdosianOrchids901 [44k words, rated M]
After a summoning, Crowley manages to stagger back to the bookshop and collapse into Aziraphale’s arms. He’s incoherent, injured, and clutching a pair of bloody scissors. What exactly happened to him, and how did he escape?
And That Means Comfort by EdosianOrchids901 [rated T, 1400 words]
Crowley’s hips hurt, and Aziraphale steps up to help. He knows just what will make his demon more comfortable—a gentle massage, some snuggling, and reading aloud to him.
Also, check out the series Demon and Angel Professors
-Mod AB
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Good Omens Fic Rec: How My Light is Spent
Navigating the dating world when you can't see it can be tricky. For Crowley, that was never a problem; he's usually too busy to contemplate a relationship. The same goes for Aziraphale, though he doesn't have Crowley's excuse - he just isn't really all that much into people as a whole. One chance meeting on Crowley's usual route home changes all that.
Length: 19,514 words
AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥🔥
Best for: After Dark, Human AU, Romance, Pick-me-up
Triggers: None
Read it here, fic by Azira_Amane
*Minor Spoilers* I actually specifically went looking for a blind Crowley Human AU, and found this! I started thinking about it because I have a regular customer at my job who is blind, and we were talking about some of the tools and readers she uses for her phone/computer. So naturally since my brain melted into goo 7 months ago, I was thinking of blind Crowley and that being the reason for his sunglasses. And lo and behold! This story uses some of the same types of technology that she told me about!
This was exactly what I wanted to read. It neither pities nor glorifies Crowley's blindness. He is treated with dignity throughout. This is not a story of someone thriving despite their disability, its a story about someone thriving who has a disability. I love his personality here. He's a passionate and relatable professor to the Them, bold, funny, a little reckless, and prone to emotional overload and anxiety. Incredibly true to his character, and full of life.
Aziraphale, oh my love. He's decidedly not thriving in this one at first. He has lost the bookshop and his home to a fire, and is struggling to find his footing. Not only is he ashamed for how his living situation is, he has major body and self esteem issues to work out. Luckily he's found someone that might be able to help with that. My absolute favorite detail is this line about Crowley's attractions, "He liked bigger men, men he could grab great handfuls of. He liked body hair; chest hair that he could drag his nails through, untamed pubic curls that held the sweet scent of arousal." paired with a moment later when Aziraphale worries that he is too fat and hairy for Crowley. No baby, that's exactly what he loves about you. He loves your body. And of course he does, it's tactile and something to grasp and feel, for someone who relies on touch as their main sense of course it's arousing.
I loved this! I could have spent a million words in this universe. Labeling it as 'after dark' seems naughtier than it is, but it's slightly too explicit to be deemed safe for public spaces (unless you're indifferent about that). It's quite a lovely meet-cute, beginning-of-relationship story.
Read it here, fic by Azira_Amane
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brandileigh2003 · 3 months
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**Trans remus fics**
I've been thinking about doing something like this for a bit. Here's some I've read. Let me know in comments if you have any I didn't mention.
sway through the crowd (to our empty space) by littleoldrachel @littleoldrachel also features autistic remus, chronic illness, remus as poc
Forever Is a State of Mind also features deaf remus, hard of hearing Teddy, demisexual Sirius, jegulily
Of Initials and Postscripts by irrationalmoony and LadyAmina: wip, Hogwarts era, remus homeschooled though, him and Sirius are pen pals
Of Leaves and Stars by irrationalmoony, LadyAmina also features gender fluid Sirius, texting, remus didn't go to hogwarts
what a wonder (what a waste) by peachyybabe raising teddy, magical au, mental health, MCD
feel what its like to be new by peachyybabe @lavenderhaze sirius pov, but still. It's so good. Features blind sirius, mental health
my jokes are my armour, my kindness is my sword by littleoldrachel also features disability, seizures, jegulily, plus size Remus
Something Just Like This by shadow_prince features demisexual sirius and fake dating
It’s a new dawn by ilbaritz Remus didn't go to Hogwarts but still a wizard and werewolf. Remus and Lily, remus and reg friendship as well.
Self rec: Guarding Remus also features chronic illness and mentioned autistic regulus. It's sirius pov though.
I'm thinking of doing lists for disability or chronic illness, asexuality. Let me know if theres any others and I'll see what I can do. I mostly focus on wolfstar though.
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orangecoluredsky · 4 months
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watercolor by catboy A Jegulus (Modern Era) Muggle-AU Fan Fiction 10 Chapters - WIP (71.1K+ words and counting)
Summary: After a series of traumatic events, Regulus is left mute as a young child. He expresses himself through art, finding that the canvas listens to him a lot better than people do. When his parents are killed in a car accident, he takes the chance to move in with Sirius and the Potters to start over.
James is a soccer player forced to take an art class his senior year to meet all his credit requirements for a scholarship and to graduate. It's there that he learns Regulus has a voice, it just takes someone willing to listen to hear it.
Featuring: A Service Dog named Taurus Monty & Effy's Wholesome Parenting A Clueless James, but he tries Disabled Characters
Credits: Story found on Archive of Our Own Banner made with Canva Pro Fan Casts: Timothée Chalamet, Taylor Zakhar Perez, & Ben Barnes
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khruschevshoe · 6 months
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Anyone who wants to read a full-length fic series that fixes some of the problems with Season 2 and provides plenty of poly rep (TWO Ot3s!), trauma recovery, tealoranges focus (within a polycule with archie), religious metaphors, plant metaphors, well-done disabled rep, and your favorite characters getting development/happiness without camera time being stolen away/bad endings, please PLEASE read "made a promise when I left for the coast (made a life out of chasin' a ghost)" by aletterinthenameofsanity! It's what's gotten me through this season!
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hilsonrecsmd · 26 days
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The Sudden Loss of Self
by srsly_yes
teen | comp. | 8k ; pre-slash/friendship + disabled!wilson
summary: Wilson is paralyzed from the waist down (or some similar injury, this was inspired by "Fifth Of July" a play RSL was in), becomes very depressed and angry and House has to help him find a reason to go back to work and keep helping people.
House was in a new wheelchair. Low slung with space-age three spoke wheels. “You blew money on a sports wheelchair? How important is it for you to win? Our bets never top five dollars.” “It’s not for me. It’s for you." House shook his head in dismay. "Your choice in wheels is disgusting. You drove a Volvo and now you own the Darth Vadermobile. Your wheelchair should be equipped with a horsewhip, it's so old-fashioned. Get with the program, Wilson.” House slapped the handrims. “This baby is the ‘vette of wheelchairs.” “I’m fine, with the one I h-have.” Wilson faltered. House had argued with him when he made his decision, but stubbornly refused to give in and erred on the side of caution, choosing a sturdier, mundane model. “Too late, this one is custom-built for you.” House passed his friend and moved toward the couch. Stenciled on the back in small letters were, “Beware Monster Trucks!” Right below in a larger font, “THE TUMORNATOR.”
reccer's note: this one features disabled!wilson and i wasn't sure how i was going to feel about it but im really glad i read it anyways! the characterization is brilliant, i can totally imagine canon!wilson behaving like this. the tumornator and wilsonfrared detector were strokes of genius too!
other links: squidge
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iamyouknow-yours · 5 months
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What's your favourite Dimension 20 fanfic/fanfics?
I read this one which I enjoyed about Aelwyn Abernant <3 becoming a paladin. I fucking love when the mechanics mean things and stats change because people change hhhhh I am feral about it.
Yeah bonus points if your fic recs include use of mechanics!!!
There is also this series which I come back to because I too wish to project my chronic illnesses and/or problems onto fictional characters.
Additional bonus points if your fic has disabled characters, I am disabled and I make the rules for this point system.
Excited for people's faves, please post links!!!! Rec as many as you like.
Can be long or short fics, no rules except you just have to have had a good time and/or felt feelings while reading the fic.
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lostcauses-noregrets · 6 months
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Hello 🤗 sorry for bothering dear. Do know any fics with where levi is disable and kinda has to figure out his life now. And sort of like lover or caregiver Erwin ( where he has not lost his arm ) ? I know one called captain and Courtesan.. something with similar vibes . Anyways have a good day
Hello Anon, no bother at all! Dragona's The Captain and the Courtesan is a lovely fic. I can also highly recommend the sequel Marking if you haven't already read it. I'm not sure I've come across anything with quite the same vibe but here are a few fics featuring disabled Levi and caregiver Erwin, in one capacity or another. I haven't read many of these but you can give them a try.
When in doubt, use violence by no_tengo_porque
alpas by cj_ackerman
Hush by winterflaw
Seeing Voices by @melodyoftheriver
Dirty kisses by Sexycanofsoup
I'm also going to throw in Wild-Type by @merkase from left field. Levi isn't disabled but he is badly injured and Erwin assumes the role of his caretaker. I'm sure I'm forgetting a couple of other really obvious
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futuristichedge · 2 months
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Writers are so talented. Your words are doing things to my mind, showing me ideas and connecting dots... inspiring my brain to connect MORE dots
Pure wizardry. It's scary
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wangxianficrecs · 9 months
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💙 A Star Fell by CordialCoroner (CordialCrow)
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💙 A Star Fell
by CordialCoroner (CordialCrow)
M, Series, WIP, 84k, Wangxian
Summary: After the altercation with Jin Zixuan, Wei Wuxian is sent back to Lotus Pier. No one has seen him since. Kay's comments: I just love stories that put Wei Wuxian through a meat grinder a little bit. He's my absolute favourite, I love it when he gets through it <3 Here we have him getting sent home early after he punched Jin Zixuan, only this time, Madam Yu was here to vent her anger on him and let's just say, she goes overboard and Wei Wuxian ends up disabled as a consequence. He has to effectively give up being a night-hunting cultivator and instead trains to become a healer. This is also how he meets Wen Qing and Wen Ning earlier and an amazing canon divergence follows with him working closely together with the other inhabitants of Lotus Pier to get people evacuated when the Wens attack. A great story, with wonderful Yiling silibings, Lan Wangji and Jin Zixuan and Mianmian friendship and just some really cool changes. Excerpt: Wei Wuxian was intelligent, this Suyin knew, but she was unprepared for the absolute hunger the boy had for knowledge. He consumed books rapidly, not only reading their contents but wanting to discuss them, to dissect the argument, and dig deeper with anyone willing to listen. He requested and was eventually allowed paper and ink, and spent hours scribbling down various ideas and occasional pieces of art, occasionally gifted to some of the prettier healers. He even offered an admittedly well-crafted drawing of Suyin’s favorite flowers, azaleas, though how he knew them to be her favorites, she was unsure. “You have the same type of flower embroidered on your sleeves, so I took a guess based on the ones I knew with petals like that.” Wei Wuxian admitted with a grin, pleased to have guessed correctly. Yes, he was observant and clever, running through books and papers quickly, and absolutely loathing to be left unoccupied for long. “Healer Jiang, Healer Jiang, aren't there any other books for me to read?” He asked with a pout unsuited for his age. Suyin tutted at him, “What of the books Tao gave you? Don’t tell me you’ve gotten through them already.”
pov alternating, canon divergence, no golden core transfer, major character injury, disability, injury recovery, bad parents jiang fengmian & yu ziyuan, not jiang cheng friendly, somebody lives/not everybody dies, sunshot campaign, slow burn, healer wei wuxian, mutual pining, medical professionals, angst with a happy ending, jin zixuan & lan wangji friendship, families of choice, hurt/comfort, wip
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Good Omens Fic Rec: It's About the Journey
“Do you ever miss it?” Crowley asked apropos of nothing, as per usual. Aziraphale hummed, preoccupied. “Flying,” Crowley spoke to the ceiling of the bookshop. The demon’s carefully casual tone sent gentle alarms ringing in Aziraphale’s ears, a delicate chime that whispered, this may be A Thing. He set down the pages and swiveled in his chair to give Crowley his full attention. ** Or, two celestial beings talk about flying.
Length: 3,945 words
AO3 Rating: General Audiences
Best for: Safe in Public, Fluff, Romance, Post S2
Triggers: None
Read it here, fic by hakunahistata
*Minor Spoilers* Mothman Crowley CONFIRMED!!! This is such a sweet story. I actually read this for the first time in line at the bank on Valentine’s day. Literally as soon as I saw my AO3 subscription alert for this author (who I love) I could not resist. It was a very long wait and by the time it was my turn I was at such a heartwarming spot, I couldn’t get my words out properly and embarrassed myself in front of the teller. Whoops
God this is beautiful. Set after whatever happened during the Second Coming, Crowley is reminiscing about flying. How much he loves it, and why he’s not that good at it. I loved the way flying is described here. More workout than it seems, and you can tell how much Crowley loved it. It's a touch sad, but we're healing and moving forward. There’s a section I particularly loved, about Aziraphale learning to give Crowley the time and space he needs to open up. That he will share how he's feeling if he's not pressured into answering. They’ve come such a long way in not only reading each other, but understanding each other. It's a very healthy relationship they're developing here.
Then, we get to the The Gift. I won’t spoil everything but what Aziraphale gives him makes me want to scream with pent up love!! “You’re allowed to hate it” he says!! As if Crowley could ever hate such a display of affection!! A handcrafted labor of love, a promise to love and to cherish, to bring happiness into each other's lives. But I do understand the anxiety that comes from such a gesture. It’s acknowledgment that he sees Crowley, he’s doesn’t want to fix him, he wants to provide a way forward. And they have created such a safe home in each other. Y’all are killing me I swear.
Just a gorgeous GORGEOUS short story. An ode to mobility aids and new beginnings. It’s a must read for me. Plus mothman reference, and we stan mothman here.
Read it here, fic by hakunahistata
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