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fanby-fckry · 1 month

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Purely Platonic, Non-Contractually Obligated Sins

Chapter 1: A Fucking Day Off

Day 6 of Ace Alastor Week: International Asexuality Day (Free Space)

Word Count: 1,791 (and counting)

Chapters: 1/2 ( || Next -> )

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)

Rating: Mature

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Additional Warnings: Religious Content, Angel Dust-Typical Sexual Content (Hazbin Hotel), (hence the rating), Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism

Relationships: Alastor & Angel Dust

Characters: Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Minor Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Mentioned Valentino (Hazbin Hotel), Mentioned Lucifer Magne | Morningstar

Additional Tags: Not Canon Compliant, Post-Season/Series 01, Fluff and Humor, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Humor, Attempt at Humor, Light Angst, Friendship, Platonic Relationships, Queerplatonic Relationships, Open to Interpretation, Established Relationship, Platonic Date, Platonic Romance, (I hope I’m using that tag right), Asexual Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Aromantic Asexual Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor Has a Heart (Hazbin Hotel), Sex Worker Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust Being Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Soft Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust Needs a Hug (Hazbin Hotel), (and Alastor is going to give him one), Banter, Dinner, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Series: Part 6 of Fanby’s Ace Alastor Week 2024

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Summary:

“Now what?” Angel asked. “You gonna actually take me out on a date?”

“That’s entirely up to you, my dear!” Alastor folded his hands behind his back, feeling quite pleased with himself. “I’m perfectly content knowing I’ve done my part to help the hotel’s one and only resident out of his contractually obligated path of sin for the night so that he can fail redemption of his own free will!”

Alastor thought Angel could use a day off, so he got him one! Of course, what Angel does with his time off is his to choose, but Alastor did offer him a date.

Better on AO3

Author’s Notes:

Originally this was day 4 – and still is on AO3 – but the OneWayStatic date prompt is turning out to be darker than previously expected, and I’d rather sandwich it between two fluff and humor fics than one fluff fic and one smut fic, so this one’s getting moved.

Also, I was hoping to finish the OneWayBroadcast today, but I don’t think that’s in the cards.

Alastor surveyed the lobby of the newly rebuilt Hazbin Hotel from the shadows. Husker was asleep at the bar – which, ordinarily, Alastor would attribute to laziness or alcoholism, but he supposed the reconstruction had taken a toll on them all – while Angel Dust was milling about, clearly restless.

Angel hadn’t bothered to wake Husk – which, in itself, was a sign of the spider’s distress – and was pacing, fidgeting, and constantly checking his hellphone device.

Well, this just won’t do! Alastor thought.

Alastor zipped through the shadows, rematerializing by Angel’s side. “Good evening!”

Angel cursed under his breath and almost dropped his hellphone. “I don’t think I’m ever gonna get used to you doin’ that, ya know,” he said.

“Hardly anyone does!” Alastor said, cheerfully. He was particularly proud of his ability to strike fear into the hearts of men using nothing but low-level magic, timing, and his signature smile. “I even get Rosie from time to time!”

“You sound real proud of yourself, smiles,” Angel said, halfheartedly.

Alastor grinned. “And you sound absolutely miserable!”

Angel sighed. “That obvious, huh?”

“Afraid so, my dear.” Alastor leaned on his microphone – ah, it was good to have that back! “What’s got you so out of sorts?”

“What else?” Angel asked, rhetorically. “Work. My boss is the kinda freak that makes freaks like you look like upstanding citizens.”

“My fuckin’ skin itches,” Angel said, scratching as if saying the words out loud had pushed the itch to the forefront of his attention. “And it ain’t even withdrawals this time. I’m just… I’m not ok.”

“Ah.” Alastor wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to Angel’s honesty.

When Alastor first arrived at the hotel, he’d met an Angel Dust that buried his emotions under the mask of a performer putting on a show for anyone and everyone in sight, including himself. It was something the two of them had in common! But, as time went on, and they grew more comfortable in each others’ presence, they both began to lift their masks – Angel considerably more so than Alastor.

Angel’s newfound vulnerability was something that Alastor both envied and feared, although he would never say either out loud.

“Perhaps you should take the rest of the day off!” Alastor suggested.

Angel forced out a laugh. “No can do, smiles,” he said. “As much as I’d love a fuckin’ day off, Val’s got me booked for the night. Some bigshot who wants to” – Angel used his upper set of hands to create air quotes – “‘remain anonymous,’ but has no problem pickin’ me up at the hotel in front of Lucifer and everyone!”

“Haven’t talked to him personally, but he sounds like a pompous piece of shit,” Angel complained.

Alastor tilted his head at a forty-five degree angle, just barely covering his amusement. “Is that so?”

“Mhmm.” Angel pulled out his phone. “I’ve got receipts.”

Angel held the device up to Alastor’s face. Between the angle of the screen and the brightness, Alastor couldn’t really see what was on the damned thing, but he didn’t need to.

“Oh right,” Angel said, putting his phone away. “I forgot you’ve got the whole ‘deer in the headlights’ light sensitivity shit.”

That wasn’t exactly how Alastor would describe it – but he had developed some difficulty seeing under bright lighting since taking on this cursed, cervine form.

“Just take my word for it,” Angel insisted. “Guy talks like he thinks he’s better than everyone.”

“He’s supposed to show up here around seven – which is way too fuckin’ early by the way,” Angel said. “Johns never know what to do with me when they book me out for too long, and I wind up sittin’ around, twiddlin’ my dick because they can’t get it up again, but they can’t get a refund, neither.”

Alastor checked the time. 6:57 pm.

“I know next to nothin’ about him. No name, no pics,” Angel listed, counting them off on his fingers. “Just that he’ll be wearin’ red. I’m s’posed to recognize him from that and this dumb passcode he came up with…”

Alastor queued up an instrumental and sang a slightly modified version of the matching lyrics.

“Got a date with an Angel

Got to meet him at seven

Got a date with an Angel

And I'm on my way to Heaven”

Angel stared at him, slack-jawed and wide-eyed.

“Tsk tsk,” Alastor tutted. “I know you’re a spider, but surely there are better ways to catch flies!”

Angel laughed – a real laugh this time. The honest, uncontrolled kind that left one’s sides aching and compelled everyone else in the room to laugh along.

“Alastor,” Angel said, once he caught his breath. “Ya gotta stop buyin’ my time.”

Alastor was grinning from ear to ear. “Well, if your poor excuse for an Overlord would give you a ‘fucking day off’ as you put it, I wouldn’t have to!”

It had admittedly become a bit of a habit. Not a bad habit, but a habit all the same.

Angel would start to become restless or overworked, causing Alastor to notice his distress and find some way or another to discreetly buy him some time off. Sometimes they spent the allotted time together, though more often than not, Alastor left Angel to do whatever he pleased with his newly found free time.

“How’d you even do it this time?” Angel asked. “Val had the whole conversation over Vitter and said the guy paid with Voxmo. I’ve never seen you on a hellphone or a computer or anything with internet access for that matter.”

“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, my effeminate friend!” Alastor wrapped an arm around Angel and reeled him in closer. “I’ve had access to the ‘internet’ for as long as the Vees have been mooching off of my domain, rebranding radio waves as this so-called ‘wi-fi!’”

“Holy shit, I never thought of it like that,” Angel whispered.

“Wait a second…” The spider aimed an incredulous look at Alastor. “Are you tellin’ me you’ve been playin’ dumb about modern tech and culture this whole time?”

“Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag!” Alastor played the sound of a cat yowling – which caused Husk to flick his ear and stir in his sleep.

Angel Dust wiggled out of Alastor’s grip. “Can’t believe the Radio Demon has a secret Vitter account,” he said, shaking his head.

“Actually, I created that account specifically for this occasion,” Alastor corrected. “Just because I have internet access doesn’t mean I’m ‘chronically online,’ as the youth say.”

Angel smirked, as if a truly wicked idea had entered his mind. “Hey, Al,” he said with faux innocence. “Look up ‘Radio Demon rule 34.’”

“Angel Dust,” Alastor replied, voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. “In the kindest way possible, go touch grass.”

Angel laughed again. “Ok, so you know enough not to search rule 34 and to tell me to get a life/go fuck myself.”

“Precisely!”

“Alright, internet literacy test passed,” Angel said. “Now what?” he asked. “You gonna actually take me out on a date?”

“Wow, thanks, asshole.” Angel rolled his eyes and flipped Alastor off with three different hands. “Finally startin’ to see the nun parallels now, Sister Alastor. The holier-than-thou attitude and constant guilt take me right back to my days as a Catholic schoolboy.”

“You should keep a ruler on ya,” Angel added. “Just in case I start writin’ with my left hands.”

Without thinking, Alastor rubbed his thumb over the knuckles of his own left hand – which was thankfully still behind his back, and therefore hidden from view.

“Hm.” Alastor pretended to consider Angel’s sardonic suggestion. “No, I think you might enjoy corporal punishment a bit too much for it to have anything but the opposite effect.”

Angel shrugged. “You’re not wrong,” he said. “But, now that I know you’re in it to watch me struggle or whatever-”

“Technically,” Alastor interjected. “That was my reason for involving myself with this hotel and the nonsensical notion of ‘redemption’ to begin with.”

“Yeah, yeah, reality is the best entertainment and you get your kicks outta watchin’ us lesser demons struggle.” Angel Dust waved his upper hands dismissively and folded his lower arms against his chest. “But I’m a petty bitch.”

“And you tipped your hand.” Angel took one index finger and pointed it directly at Alastor’s chest – sufficiently accusatory, without physically touching him. “So I’ve decided I’m your problem for tonight.”

“Fair enough,” Alastor said. “I suppose I’ll make good on my offer for a date.”

“It don’t gotta be nothin’ fancy,” Angel said with a shrug. “We can just hang out at the hotel and order MacMammon’s or somethin’.”

A record scratch played in response to the word, ‘MacMammon’s.’

Alastor cleared his throat. “Regardless of the circumstances, I will not be eating or serving any ‘fast-food.’”

Alastor said the term, ‘fast-food,’ like it was a curse. Because as far as he was concerned it was one.

Angel snorted. “The cannibal is a foodie,” he said. “Figures.”

“I have standards!” Alastor said. “And if I expect my date to raise his above Lucifer’s kneecaps, if only for tonight.”

Alastor queued up some lively background music. “The night is young!” he said, taking Angel by the hand. “Come with me and I’ll cook you some real food!”

“Hold it, smiles.” Angel dug his heels into the carpet, refusing to move an inch. Alastor could have pulled him along using Eldritch-enhanced strength, but…

“Time out,” Angel said, sounding a bit hesitant. “I just wanna clarify some shit before this goes any further.”

Alastor waited patiently as Angel collected his thoughts.

“This is still, uh… platonic, right?” Angel asked. “Just two friends sharin’ a meal? No happy endings or nothin’?”

“Completely platonic,” Alastor confirmed. “No strings attached. I may have purchased your time for the evening, but adding a sexual element to our relationship is decidedly not something I’m interested in.”

Angel breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God.”

“What’s He got to do with it?” Alastor asked, prompting another wave of giggles from Angel Dust.

“Thank you, Alastor,” Angel said, instead.

“Well, now you’re just feeding my god complex!” Alastor said, accompanied by his own laugh track. “And Heaven knows Gluttony is my sin!”

“Pride, too,” Angel noted.

“Yes, Pride, too,” Alastor agreed.

The two friends walked arm and arm out of the lobby, headed towards Alastor’s room for a night of purely platonic, non-contractually obligated sins.

#acealastorweek2024 #fanby’s fuckery #fanby’s fics #hazbin hotel #alastor #angel dust #radiodust #platonic!radiodust #aroace alastor #asexual alastor #aromantic alastor #suggestive

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smalltownfae · 2 years

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Book Review: “The Language of Roses” by Heather Rose Jones

Rating: 4.5/5

Title: The Language of Roses

Author: Heather Rose Jones

Pages: 216

Publisher: Queen of Swords Press

Date of publication: April 14th 2022

Review:

This is the most creative Beauty and the Beast retelling I have ever read, but if someone is looking for a romance they wouldn’t find much of it here (or at least not in the way we are used to in this kind of story).

The book still has a lot of the elements of the original fairy tale, but transformed. It does start with a man stealing a rose and having to send one of his three daughters, but in this one the Beast has a sister that is slowly transforming into stone and they are part of the fae. There is a manor instead of a castle and the beast hides it from humans and fae using his magic while his sister is using her magic for the unseen servants. There is a rose that keeps changing colour in an attempt to speak and there is Beauty, called Alys in this book, who is an aromantic and asexual main character. Everyday the beast asks Alys if she loves him and if she will marry him and everyday she answers no, “not because he his a beast, but because she is Alys”. There is also the sorcerer who put the curse on both brother and sister as revenge and she is part of the fae. There is a dance and there is a library full of books with mostly nonsense on the inside because the beast made them magically appear and he was more concerned with appearance than the content.

If that didn’t convince you that this is a wonderful and creative take on the usual story, I don’t know what will. There is a side w|w romance, but not involving Alys because Alys is who she is until the end.

The pacing is great, not being too fast or too slow. The chapters are short, which makes me keep reading “just one more”. I liked the characters and I liked the themes of love and recognition of emotional abuse, besides all the creativity that went into this short book.

I definitely recommend it and I figured out that I really like queerness in my fantasy. That is something that I already knew, but I used to think I would still enjoy books without it and it has been harder lately for those to hit the spot for me.

#the language of roses #heather rose jones #book review

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thesebookishdelights · 3 years

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ANY WAY THE WIND BLOWS: Simon Snow trilogy wrapped! (review)

Hi, there! It took me a while to finish this post, as I could talk about it for... a long time (not necessarily a good thing), but I got it! I like praise, so if anyone wants to tell me I did a good job... Also, I might edit this post later on. I don’t remember anything else I’d like to add, but I wouldn’t be surprised if I did after posting. My brain does not obey me. Anyways, off to it! By the way, I won’t give this book a real rating.

While this is a review on Any Way the Wind Blows, I intend on analysing some points of the overall series too. The book starts where Wayward Son left off, the end of the road trip, Simon and Baz having problems in their relationship, Penelope helping Shepard with his curse... and the whole situation of the NowNext vampires. Rainbow Rowell only seems to remember the first part. That leaves us with the second book of the series ignored almost completely, with the exception of Simon and Baz’s feelings as well as Shepard’s existence.

Don’t get me wrong, aspects of the book are mentioned, but never in a truly important way. Lamb, the Vampire King, is mentioned by Simon, but only focusing on his and Baz’s relationship, never about the fact that there are a bunch of vampires (supposedly ‘evil’) in the U.S. but I guess what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? I could count on one hand the times the NowNext vampires were mentioned (like, literally, this isn’t an exaggeration, I looked up ‘NowNext’ on the e-book and only got five results), all of them either being one of them considering telling someone else about it, then not following through with it, or dismissing it as a concern for Lamb. Which makes the plot of Wayward Son completely useless for the trilogy. Now, that wouldn’t matter as much if everything else had been properly developed, but we definitely can’t say that.

We are introduced to a brand new, poorly developed villain, Smith-Smith Richards, whose character arc is as ridiculous as his name. He’s one of the fake Chosen Ones that started appearing after the events of Carry On (and the only one to be mentioned and/or defeated, for that matter). It becomes clear that presenting as Simon Snow-ish is part of his brand, especially when Baz describes him as looking like the Netflix adaptation version of Simon, and that he was raised and guided by his uncle, who’s just... there. I don’t think it would’ve been hard to make him manipulating Smith-Smith into believing he’s the prophetic savior of the Magickal World, which would not only make both of their characters more interesting, but it could also serve as a parallel of Simon’s relationship with the Mage. Richards also has some special powers such as increasing a mage’s magic for a limited amount of time, but taking it away afterwards, as well as making someone immune from spells. It’s worth saying those aren’t skills that are usual in the Magickal World, or else there wouldn’t be so much confusion and shock from people (specially Baz and Penny, who would definitely have heard of something like this before), but we get no explanation on why or how Richard has them.

Then, we have the Salisbury’s. We, as readers, already know Lucy and Davy are Simon’s parents, making Ruth his grandmother. It’s noticeable that Rowell builds up to that discovery, by making Simon get along with Ruth instantly, him thinking about Lucy a lot etc. It makes us excited to read the part where they actually figure it out, to know how Simon would deal with that, him dealing with the fact that he’s the Mage’s son and the fact that, technically, he killed his father. I suppose that’s the point, but actually getting to that part was incredibly underwhelming. The way they discovered about Simon—being able to lift a family sword—hadn’t been mentioned or hinted at before. One would’ve expected Simon, who’s particularly interested in swords as it’s mentioned many times throughout the series, to notice a freaking Excalibur at the Salisbury’s place before.

And speaking of noticing things: when it’s finally revealed that Simon is Lucy’s son and the Mage’s heir, Baz pointed out the uncanny similarities between his boyfriend and the deceased Watford principal. “Those narrow eyes. That tilt of his head. I thought... I thought he’d learned it. Was imitating it.” + “Merlin, Simon, you even look like him.” (Any Way the Wind Blows, chapter 86) Simon was the Mage’s protégé for years and I assume the Magickal authorities knew that he was the one to inherit all of his money and personal belongings, but no one, in the whole British Magickal community, thought about them being related? I refuse to believe there were no conspiracy theorist teachers at Watford or that Mitali or even the Pitch’s alongside everyone who was against the Mage didn’t at least check to know if there was something behind those characteristics. Baz literally said (chapter 88), “I think it’s undeniable. I’d cast ‘Flesh and blood’ on them, but it would bounce right off of Snow (...)”, so there is a spell for that. Plus, we didn’t even have one whole chapter of Simon dealing with this information! The chapters (no more than five, out of ninety-one) were divided between Simon, Baz and Lady Ruth’s POVs. He’s the main character, so one would think he’d get more development.

Another point that felt rushed was the romance. While Simon and Baz’s relationship wasn’t, as it’s been a topic Rowell has explored for three books (we’re not counting Fangirl here, as their ‘participation’ on it was minor and their personalities weren’t as consistent as in the trilogy. Not that it is that consistent there), the others just felt like she wanted everyone to finish the trilogy with a pair. I’ll start with Shepard and Penny. There were fans who liked them together before Any Way the Wind Blows, but it wasn’t hinted at—it was more like a fandom thing. I personally like them as a couple, but it could have had development and, maybe, foreshadowing in Wayward Son. I mean, they did fight monsters during a huge part of a road trip together.

The next one I’ll talk about is Agatha and Niamh. I love them, don’t get me wrong. Actually, it’s precisely because I love them that I wish they’d gotten a better treatment. Niamh wasn’t introduced before Any Way the Wind Blows. I get why she wasn’t introduced in Carry On—it was interesting to see a character who wasn’t caught up in Simon and Baz’s drama during the school years—but a hint of her existence could’ve been left in Wayward Son. Agatha is an important character on it, and a mention of her father training an aspiring veterinary could’ve fit somewhere, as a hint, maybe. (Also, Lucy, the dog, being absolutely forgotten during this book when a lot of Agatha’s time is spent in a veterinary clinic...) Besides, we could get the vibes from them, but after they kissed, there was barely any content. We didn’t get them calling each other ‘girlfriend’ (or if they even like that label at this point), or the aftermath of the kiss, or a POV from Niamh. Or Niamh appearing the epilogue? If Agatha was taking care of the goats, I’m sure Niamh would have a part in that too. Still on Agatha’s character, but not on Niamh’s, it felt like Rainbow Rowell was setting up for aromantic and asexual Agatha, specially because of this quote: “It was like she'd pulled the feeling right out of my heart. I could have kissed her. (I still wish sometimes that I wanted to.) (That would feel like an answer to... the question of me. Then I could say, 'Oh, thats who I am. That's why I've been so confused.')” (Wayward Son, chapter 4).

And I was leaving the best (I need to be sure everyone knows I mean this sarcastically) of the romance topic for the end: Fiona and Nicodemus. It’s just... so forced and undeveloped. Not even because, to me, they’re both gay as hell. There was just... such a lack of development! I don’t think we had any interaction between the both of them before Any Way the Wind Blows. There was no foreshadowing or why would Fiona, a vampire hunter from a family of vampire hunters, would marry... a vampire! I’d already find it weird to see fanfiction of them as a crackship, but it’s canon?! Like, canon as in they’re going to get married and use Fiona and Natasha’s mother’s ring? Seriously, nothing will take from me that this is a lavender marriage (as I’ve already discussed with my best friend, which inspired this post of theirs.)

I’d also like to speak about a topic that’d been hinted throughout the series, especially post-Carry On, which is the criticism towards the Magickal Community in the U.K.. That criticism is very much embodied in Shepard’s character. It’s explicitly said that the British mages have some kind of supremacy towards other supernatural beings, such as vampires for example, gatekeeping literal magic. Up until relatively recently, mages with weak links with magic couldn’t attend Watford (and that’s a major plot point in the final book) and there’s a denial towards any other kind of magic except the ones that are part of their craft. Even within the Magickal community itself, there are more important families that are more likely to succeed, like Natasha receiving criticism for marrying Malcolm, as a Pitch. It felt pointless not to tackle the issues you’ve set up yourself in your own universe. Penelope has very strict morals related to magickal law and beliefs, something that she could’ve deconstructed, especially considering Shepard, her love interest, symbolises that. Another point related to that is, the trilogy is very clearly heavily inspired by Harry Potter, where many of those points are very clear (e.g. wizard supremacy in relation to other species, such as werewolves and domestic elves and the status quo that makes some traditionally magical families more influential than others, like the Malfoy’s vs. the Weasley’s), so it’s not an easily forgettable concept.

The series also had a lot of inconsistencies. The one I’ve seen talked about more often is Simon and Agatha’s... intimacy status, let’s call it that. Simon’s whole thing in the first book was that he struggled controlling his magic when experiencing intense emotions, which makes it hard to believe that he managed to have sex withount an... accident. Besides that, though, there’s this quote, “She (...) presses a kiss into my temple. No one has ever kissed me there. No one has ever kissed me anywhere but on my mouth” (Carry On, Chapter 27), but in Any Way the Wind Blows, when Simon’s about to have his wings cut, Agatha says, “It’s a strange feeling to look at someone’s chest and know it’s nothing to do with you anymore, but still to remember kissing every inch.” (Chapter 14)

So, we have established that Rainbow Rowell’s work, both character and plot driven, is flawed. “But we got the characters interacting for the closure of the series, at least!” Well... we got interactions between the canon romantic relationships, yeah. But besides that, we didn’t get much. There were no interactions between Agatha and Penny, or Shepard with Simon and Baz. Or Penny and her mother figuring stuff out. Or literally anyone with a therapist. And not gonna lie, the interaction we got between Baz and Dev was underwhelming, to say the least. Niall is nowhere to be seen, too.

Rainbow Rowell’s writing is beautiful: she writes poetic lines that make the book seem perfect at first glance, if you don’t think about it for too long. Her words are very shiny, but once you get use to that light and see what’s behind them, what’s between one shiny quote and another, it has so many flaws and plot holes that it reads like a first draft. There are many concepts in there that are genuinely good: the rest of the trilogy focused on the protagonist dealing with the trauma of being a child soldier instead of being entirely an adventure, Simon being unlabelled, a fake Chosen One that gives mages fake hope... Those are all good ideas, but so poorly explored that, despite being an entire book/trilogy, it still feels like a writing pitch or something among those lines.

I felt iffy about other things during my reading of the series, but they aren’t exactly plot points, so I’ll just list them below:

Mitali, Penny’s mom, including ‘discovering your bisexuality’ as a mid-life crisis thing

As I’ve seen people talking about biphobia/bi erasure in the books, I’ll be including this post that features both unlabelled and bisexual individuals talking about the topic (it isn’t my place, as a lesbian, to talk about this, that’s why I decided not to do so.)

Romanticising of Baz’s suicide (a.k.a. chapter 61) in the first book. If you’re not in a good place mentally, like I was when I first read Carry On, I hope you know that a kiss or romance doesn’t help any mental illness you or others might have. Don’t let anyone use your guilt to manipulate you. Paraphrasing Alice Oseman in their graphic novel Heartstopper, love can’t cure a mental illness.

Any Way the Wind Blows was... very horny. I can’t point out how this makes the book bad exactly, but it wasn’t something I enjoyed. One of Rainbow Rowell’s strongest skills is that her quotes, when loose, are good. They tend to be poetic and just beautiful, overall. But in the... explicit scenes, these skills were barely used, and I felt like I was reading NSFW tweets off of someone’s private account on Twitter. Besides, the first two books of the series weren’t written like that, so the change was very sudden.

The older people could’ve been more explored. Penelope and Mitali’s relationship and how similar the both of them are compared to each other, Daphne and Professor Bunce’s insecurities and why they believed in Smith-Smith, Fiona, Nico, and Ebb... Also, the Mage and Lucy. We could’ve had more on them, y’know.

The pop culture references. They made the book read even more like Twitter’s feed. Honestly, if I wanted to read prompts and nice ship content alongside memes from Twitter with some horny thoughts sprinkled all around, I would’ve opened the Twitter app. Or Tumblr, Instagram, whatever.

The POV switching felt lazy to me at times. It’s nice to know how different characters are experiencing that situation, yes, but sometimes, like during the discovery that Simon is a Salisbury, it read as if Rowell wanted to create tension, but couldn’t think of any other way to do it except the switching around.

Narrative wise, I think Simon and Baz should’ve spent more time broken up.

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orange-waterfalls · 4 years

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Say It Back (2/2)

The Host x gender neutral!reader

@thekillingjoke-haha ty for the request(still)

Part 1

A/N: ok i know i made a playlist called "songs to cry to" and listened to it while writing a sappy fic but..... I didn't think I'd actually cry??? I had no idea how to end it I'm sorry ahvsgsvs. also I feel like should point out that I do headcanon that Host is on the aromantic scale, so that's why you are the literal only person who he has fallen in love with. Because. You're special???? I guess????? But uh I hope u like this. Rated T for cursing. Enjoy???

Word Count: 2.4k

Requests are open!

“Host, what the fuck are we doing?” Illinois asks with his hands on his hips.

Host sighs and stops pacing the floor. He turns to the egos- excluding Bim, who is behind him- who he has lined up in the living room. A day has passed since you went on that date with that guy. Host has no idea who he is, but he doesn’t like him.

“Host needs you all to help him,” Host states, his voice managing to stay flat though he was experiencing many emotions at the moment. Not all of the egos were present. The more serious/dangerous ones(i.e. The Googles, Darkiplier, Yandere, etc.) were not there. He’d also kicked out the ones he didn’t trust with something this important(i.e. Ed, Silver Shepard, King of the Squirrels, etc.). There is still a fair amount of them, however.

“Help? Wit what?” Yancy asks. The Host takes a deep breath.

“Host… wants to tell Y/N he’s in love with them…” A series of cheers, groans, and sounds of money being passed follow his statement.

“Okay, but what do we have to do with this?” Dr. Iplier gestures to himself and the nearly identical people next to him.

“Host… is not the most familiar with romantic relationships…” Host explains softly, “He does not know what to do… he needs help…” The room is silent and the Host’s heart beats softly in his ears.

“Oh, hell yeah!” Bing cheers. The other egos join and agree to help. Host swells with joy. These people are maniacs but, dammit, they’re family. Basically, anyways. “So, what do we do?”

“Hm?” Host is snapped out of his thoughts.

“Well, what are we supposed to do? Is there a plan or something?” Host stares at Bing. He… hadn’t thought of that. A plan… would be useful… in this specific situation… hm…

“Uh…” Host scratches his neck while he thinks. Bim rolls his eyes.

“Oh, Christ. Fine,” he pulls a chair up to the coffee table in front of them while the others sit across from him on the couch and in the seats.

“Does… Does Bim have a plan?” Host’s eyebrows raise in surprise.

“I have a lot of free time and believe you me, I knew you wouldn’t be able to do this yourself,” Bim explains. Some of the egos chuckle while Host blushes.

“Now,” He leans forward, as do the rest of them, “Here’s what we’ll do…”

Host does not know how he let himself get into this situation.

He is holding a bouquet of flowers, standing in the middle of your house, wearing a bowtie, of all things, waiting for you to get back. And when you got back, he’d take you to the movies, then to dinner, then the park and he’d finally confess his everlasting love for you while you watched the sunset. And then he’d go in for the kiss. Perfect.

Except… not perfect. Bim neglected to explain what he was supposed to do while all these activities were taking place. He didn’t do romance! He didn’t know how to talk to people! What is he supposed to talk about? The weather? His job? The goddamn election? What?!

Host took a deep breath to slow his beating heart. He could feel the blood threatening to drip from his eyes. He squared his shoulders and faced your door. You should be here soon. Bim said you’d be here soon.

Bim had a plan. Like, a plan plan. An “I have been waiting for this moment for so long that I already have every single detail planned down to the letter” plan. Illinois and Yancy would pretend to get in a fight outside your work. You’d go outside and break it up. You’d ask them what the fight was about, they’d give a stupid answer and you’d tell them to go home. Then Eric would show up, tell you that he thought he left something at your house the last time he was there and he really, really needed it. You’d tell your boss you needed to go home. You’d go home, open your door, and boom! Host takes you out. On a date.

Bim, King, and Dr. Iplier would take care of the rest. Bim would make sure the theater was clear… by doing whatever he does… Dr. Iplier would call the people who reserved a table at a fancy restaurant that they’re dying and need to get to the hospital immediately. King would make sure the park was clear by getting his squirrels to scare people away. It was perfect.

...

What the hell is he doing? He isn’t… like this. This is false advertising for what would actually happen if you two are to date. He’d probably spend a whole day writing and then hug you when you went to bed. Maybe a kiss.

But this? Movies(that he can’t watch)? Fancy restaurants? Watching the sunset? This isn’t him. Is it too late to cancel?

Host stiffens when he hears your car pull into the driveway.

30 seconds to make a decision. A) He can stay and go through with the plan or B) he can throw himself out the window.

He hears your keys in the lock and there is apparently an unforeseen third option where he walks out the back door like a sensible person. He breathes heavily once he’s in your backyard.

Okay. Bim’s plan is officially ruined. Great. What now?

He can go home and tell the other egos how he’s an absolute failure and literally cannot do a single thing right.

Or…

Or he could ask you out. His way. On his own, without any help from Bim. He heard you walk around your apartment, talking with Eric.

“So, what did you leave?” You ask. Host feels the dopamine flow through his brain at the sound of your voice. Unknowingly, he smiles.

“I-I-I don’t know. B-But it w-was i-important!” Eric stutters. He’s a really bad actor…

“Okay, it’s okay, we can look,” You respond gently. Host clutches the flowers tightly. You’re so… gentle. You’re so wonderful with Eric, so patient with the kid. You know what he’s been through, and you try to help and understand him. You did the same thing with Host. Maybe that’s why he likes you so much…

“U-Um, I-I think this is it,” Eric says after a few minutes of rustling around.

“Really? I thought this was mine…”

“O-Oh, uh… m-maybe i-it’s n-not--”

“No, no! You have it! Better safe than sorry.”

“O-Okay… um… a-are y-you sure?”

“Yeah, absolutely. I can get another one, it’s fine.”

“A-Alright… thanks!”

“No problem. Bye, Eric! Have a great day! Don’t forget to take your meds!”

“Okay… B-Bye, Y/N!”

Host bites his lip to suppress the happy chuckle that threatens to come out. He thought your interaction was the purest thing in the world. You’re… so… great.

Great? Really? That’s the best word he can come up with? Not “exceptional”, not “tremendous”, “marvelous”, “magnificent”, “stupendous”, “extraordinary”, “outstanding”...

He’s an author, for Chrissakes!

How was it that you took away all of his cognitive ability by just… being you?

Goodness, he had it bad, didn’t he?

Host jumps at the buzzing on his thigh. He takes the phone out of his pocket and answers. He hesitantly brings the phone to his ear. He has a feeling about what’s going to happen.

“Um… Hello?” He whispers.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Yancy yells. Host flinches at the volume.

“I-”

“What the hell happened to the plan? What is your problem?” Illinois interrupts.

“Well-”

“Dude, we were rooting for you!” Bing takes the phone next. Host frowned, starting to get annoyed.

“If-”

“We’re trying to help you,” Dr. Iplier said, calmer than the rest.

“Everything was ready,” King said from somewhere in the background.

“Host,” Bim finally took the phone, “What happened?” Host was silent for a minute. “Host?”

“Oh, is Host allowed to speak now?” He teases. Bim chuckles.

“Yeah, sorry… Just… what happened?” Host sighs.

“Host… realized… he wants to do this… his way. Without help. He doesn’t need it. Y/N will either like him, or they won’t. All this… fancy stuff won’t change that. Host needs to do this on his own,” Host explains. The phone is silent. He’s begun to realize that silence does not equal upset. Bim snorts.

“Well, you could’ve fucking said that before we convinced that young couple that they’re dying,” He laughs. Host flushes and he’s glad no one’s around to see it.

“Host is sorry…”

“Eh, it’s fine. I’m sure if I ask Wilford, we can do all the shit you were supposed to,” Host can hear Bim’s smile when he talks, “Good luck Host.” He hangs up, and Host is left sitting on your back porch.

Ok. New plan.

Host tears the bowtie off and throws it in your trash, along with the flowers. Hopefully, you wouldn’t mind.

He straightened his back and cleared his throat, raising his fist to knock on your door. He paused.

Wait. What if you didn’t like him? What if you were already dating the guy? Did romantic relationships work that way? He wouldn’t know.

He shook his head and knocked three times. He’d deal with that when he got to it.

The door opens to reveal… you. You’re wearing sweatpants and a Pokemon hoodie. You raise an eyebrow at him, a slightly annoyed look on your face.

God, you’re perfect.

“Host? May I help you?” Your face softens when you see who it is. The Host swallows nervously.

“Uh… may the Host come in?” You nod and step back, allowing him to step into your house. His knees would have buckled with the sheer smell of the house if he hadn’t been here before. The whole place smells like you and he nearly collapsed the first time.

“Would you… like a drink?”

“No, thank you.”

“Okay, well…” You both stand across from each other, a few feet apart. “What would you-”

“The Host likes Y/N,” Host blurts out. You blink at him, hand in mid-gesture.

“What?” You ask quietly. The Host takes a shaky breath and grounds himself. He is going to get through this, no matter how embarrassing or traumatizing it may be.

“The Host… I… I like you. I love you. I am… in love… with you…” He says slowly, not fully comprehending what’s coming out of his mouth. “I like you. Say it back, please.”

“Say it back, please”? Really?! Could you sound any more desperate?

He looks up to see your head tilted slightly. Why were you so cute?

“Okay…” You furrow your eyebrows, “Elaborate?” Host takes another breath and swallows. His throat is very dry. Maybe he should’ve said yes to the drink…

“Host… is in love with you. He has been for a while. He’s not sure when it started, but he knows it’s a very strong feeling. He loves to hear Y/N talk and laugh and… walk around and… do anything. And… he thinks they are such a wonderful person and he wants to be the one to make them happy… he wants to be the one they go on dates with and come home to… because… he loves them…” Host holds his breath while he waits for the response. The suspense might actually kill him at this point.

“I… like you,” You finally say. Host knits his eyebrows together.

“What?” He asks.

“You… you said to say it back…” you whisper, “And… if it happens to be true… that’s not my fault…” Hosts eyebrows raise as high as they can go.

“What?” He repeats, barely louder than a whisper. He hears the floor creak as you walk over to him and he breathes heavily in response. What’s happening? What are you doing? What’s going on?

His breath hitches when you take his hand and intertwine your fingers with his.

“I love you too, Host.” You whisper. The Host feels extremely light headed. You love him? You love him? No, no, no… but…

“But… date… with… guy…” Host murmurs. There goes the brain function.

“I went out with him to try and get over you…” you admitted, “I didn’t think you actually liked me…”

“Why… not?”

“I’m not… anything special--”

“Yes! Yes, you are!” He raises his voice, “You are… exceptional! And tremendous! And marvelous, magnificent, stupendous, extraordinary, outstanding… and… so much more!” You stifle a laugh.

“You really think so?”

“Yes!” You chuckle. You shift your hand so that you’re holding his fingers in your hand. You rub your thumb over his knuckles. He begins to shake slightly. Too much. He was going to pass out.

“So… what now?”

“Hm?” Host turns his head from your hand holding his to your face.

“What do we do now?”

“Host is not sure, he didn’t think he would get this far…” You laugh out loud this time and a smile appears on the Host’s face.

“Well… do you want to awkwardly kiss?”

“That… It would be nice…”

You shuffle forward a bit so you’re very close to the Host. He stands completely still, not exactly sure what to do with himself. You lay a gentle hand on his cheek and kiss him. Not deep, not… sensual, just… a small kiss. Host still gets very flushed by it and his cheek is very hot on your hand. You pull back after a few seconds.

“How… was that?” You squeak.

“Good… it was… it was good…” He pants. You both stand there, unmoving. Then, you start to giggle.

“We… are adults… and we’re acting like teenagers…” You laugh. Host smiles.

“That… we are…” Host starts laughing as well. You laugh at each other and how ridiculous you’re being before you remove your hand from the Host’s. He immediately misses the contact. You wrap your arms around him and hold him tightly in a hug. Host hesitantly wrapped his around you. You stood, swaying a bit, feeling very comfortable.

“This is nice,” you sigh.

“It is.”

“What do you wanna do now?”

“Host is… a bit hungry…” You snicker.

“Alright. I’ll make something.” You pull away and Host chases after your warmth. You lead him to the living room and sit him down on the couch. You go to the kitchen, leaving the Host alone with his thoughts.

You… like him. You… love him. How long have you loved him? Why didn’t he know? Is he really just that stupid around you?

He sighs and traces his knuckles with a finger.

He loves you… you love him…

He couldn’t remember the last time he was this happy...

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Stars are Created Every 0.0002 Second-Chapter 1

Hi! this is chapter 1 one of my celebrity!AU. srry if this is bad. Thanks to @that-smol-tired-gay for editing this who totally isn’t putting this in themselves while editing shhhhh

Trigger warnings(pls tell me if i missed any): cursing, mentions of sexualization, aphobia, enbyphobia, internalized aphobia and enbyphobia, crying, panic attackish, coming out, caps lock, yelling, love confession(?), sympathetic deceit (Dolios), anger/revenge?

pairings: one sided roceit, platonic roceit, analogical mention

Stop, pose, smile. Stop, pose, smile. Stop, pose, smile. Stop, pose, smile. That’s what my life has become. When I became famous, I didn’t know that stopping, posing, and smiling would what I mostly do. That and being oversexualized. I have to fight just to get a break or just to write what I want for songs or just to say what I want to say. It’s exhausting, I wish I never became famous. But before I could quit, I meet my friends:

Virgil Savage, a famous author that writes whatever he feels like. But, he mainly writes horror, mystery, and romance. One look at him and you can tell that he listens to My Chemical Romance (but don’t we all). Tonight he is sporting a black and purple tux with someone on his arm.

And that someone is none other than Logan Flores-Martìnez, an actor, screenwriter, and director. His most popular works are usually when he adapts Virgil’s work the big screen (and that's how the two of them meet). On a typical day, he wears a polo shirt with a tie. Tonight, he is wearing a dark blue and black tux matching his boyfriend. Honestly, they look like a high-class goth couple.

Next to them is someone who doesn’t really fit the whole theme but at the same time does is Dolios Carter. He is wearing a yellow dress with black flowers. He is a youtuber and he usually makes conspiracy theories, random theories, make up, let’s plays, and other similar things. He usually wears some kind of flower/snake print thing with black or yellow.

Someone who definitely fits in with everything is Patton Anand, who is wearing a black suit that has light blue flowers on it. He is also a youtuber; he usually does arts & crafts, baking, cooking, and sometimes let’s plays. His usual wear is black with a few bright accents. Basically the opposite of Dolios.

Me? Well, I’m in a velvet red suit. That’s it. Nothing special. Yet, I still get the most attention. All of my other friends have so many things going on and I have nothing. Like, Virgil is in the middle of writing a new book, him and Logan are getting fucking married soon, Patton is going to be acting in a new movie, Dolios is writing a book too. But no, I’m the one they talk about, take pictures of, ask questions. Like the fuck? Honestly, I just want to be home. I just finished my tour, I’m exhausted and I miss my cats. And my reptiles. And cake. I miss them and my hoodies. I just wanna--

“Roman!” I turn, looking for whoever called me. I turn and come face-to-face with Dolios.

“Hey, Dolios. Whatcha doing?”

“I need to talk to you.” Uh oh. That’s never, especially since he looks so serious.

“Okay, where do you want to go?” I say as we pose for another picture. Dolios seems a little tense and keeps fidgeting. I am getting nervous, why does he want to talk to me? Did I do something? Is he mad at me?

“Roman?” I heard Dolios say. Of course, I should have said “yes,” but my dumbass didn’t. I just fucking stared at him. Like. A. Dumbass. “Roman? Anybody in there? Hello?” Dolios said as he waved his hand in front of my face.

“Hmm?” I respond. WHY ROMAN? JUST FUCKING ANSWER HIM WITH WORDS!

“Can we go somewhere more private?” He looks around like he’s about to get attacked.

“Uh okay.” I answered, not really liking where this was going. Like, what is he gonna do? And why the fuck is he being so suspicous of it?

Dolios takes us into a private room, where people usually…………..um…………………get kinky. We go in and sit on one of the velvet couches, that we hope are clean. We sit there awkwardly, as one does.

“So, I need to tell you that….” Dolios started, basically wincing, “...that I’m in love with you.” Oh no. Not this.

“I…...can’t De, I’m so sorry. Maybe if I wasn’t broken.” I say, trying not to cry. I wish I wasn’t so broken. I wish I could be normal but I’m not.

“What do you mean? You’re not broken.”

Just like that, I broke down.

“You don’t understand! I’m asexual and aromantic! I’M BROKEN, A MONSTER! I JUST WANT ATTENTION, I’M NOT VALID!” why can’t he get into that thick head of his!? I’m broken. “I mean, I know I should be proud of myself, but I just can’t. And I’m- I’m non-binary. It makes sense, right? I never felt fully comfortable being called male, but didn’t know why. Who am I kidding right? I’m just a special snowflake, right? RIGHT?” Dolios moved closer and started hugging me.

“Its okay, its okay. You gonna be okay. You are valid and I platonically love you for being so strong. Even when people told you were invalid, you stayed strong. I love you for that. But you don’t have to care that weight alone anyway, okay?”

“Okay,” he just really just sat through my sob story, and now I’m basically in his lap calming down from a breakdown. But, it still doesn’t really help. Everyone tells me one thing, that I’m invalid, and he just comes along to say otherwise?! No one does that! He must be lying.

“I’m not lying Roman.” I said that out loud. Of course. “What are your preferred pronouns and do you have a different name?”

“My pronou- My pronouns are they/them. I don’t- I don’t want to change my name.”

“Okay, why don’t you calm down some more and we can go back out, okay?” Not wanting to say anything, I just nodded.

“Please don’t tell anyone about this.”

Dolios’ face darkened, “I won’t, I promise.”

We stayed there until I calmed down enough and we went out to the party. However, Dolios looked upset or just off once we left. I brushed it off though, we had bigger things to worry about; and that was the press.

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When my fans first talked about how I always dragged society, I joked along with them. It was a funny, harmless. off-handed joke.

But now, it’s not. Society crushed my best friend. Again and again and again, with no mercy. Now, this is war. And I’m not playing by society's rules.

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fangirlingtodeath513 · 7 years

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Could you recommend me some fics!? :)

Hello anon! I’m not sure what types of fics you’re looking for, so I’m gonna post a few that I have bookmarked on AO3 and if you’re looking for more specific fics, shoot me another ask :)

The Walk by PersephoneShadow (aka @ibelieveinthelittletreetopper)

Castiel tells himself it was a one time thing, even if his night with a hooker named Dean changed his whole world, but he can’t keep away from the man fate keeps throwing in his path. Castiel is married and he knows his sexuality is an affront to God and everything he’s ever been told is right.

Dean tells himself he doesn’t care about the weirdo with blue eyes, but every time they meet he gets a bit closer to something like hope. Dean’s nothing but a homeless waste of space with a brother in foster care a world away and a father in the wind.

As the connection between these two lost men deepens, it threatens the carefully maintained lies their lives are built on in a story of faith, mistakes, and the journey of love.

Warnings: There’s instances of homophobia throughout the fic, violence (toward Dean, mostly) and it’s obviously NSFW since, ya know, Dean’s a sex worker.

Let It Be by PersephoneShadow (aka @ibelieveinthelittletreetopper)

Dean Winchester’s life changed forever the night a demon appeared in his brother’s nursery and killed his father.

As a hunter Mary is determined to protect her sons from the evil she has run from her whole life - the same evil that took John. But Dean also trusts his protection to the angel in a trench coat he talks to in his dreams. Through years of tribulation and uncertainty, the Winchesters (plus a corgi that might be magic and an angel that may not be real) must fight monsters, demons, and even fate itself to survive as a family.

Or: The one where Mary lives, Cas is there, and nothing and everything changes.

Warnings: Violence, but nothing that’s atypical of Supernatural in general. Other than that, not much.

This is a behemoth of a fic (over 140,000 words) but honestly, if you have the time to read this, it’s beautifully written and was my favorite fic until The Walk beat it out of first place.

Under My Skin by @xylodemon

Dean wants to keep Cas close.

Warnings: None

This is sort of a coda fic, mostly inspired by the absolute flailing Jensen getting a tattoo caused. Honestly it’s just a really good fic and the whole idea of it is super heartwarming. (Also it has a happy ending in case you don’t like fics without happy endings. The above two also have happy endings.)

So Bitter and So Sweet by superhoney (aka pomegranatedaffodil)

Dean has known about the family curse ever since it claimed the life of his mother: anyone who dares to love a Winchester is fated to die. When he takes a chance on love and loses his husband Benny, his belief in its power only grows stronger.

Two years later, a late-night phone call from his brother Sam sends both of their lives spinning wildly out of control. Then Officer Cas Novak arrives in town, looking into the disappearance of Sam’s girlfriend Ruby, and starts asking questions Sam and Dean can’t answer. Complicating matters even further, Dean feels an immediate, overwhelming connection to the intense, blue-eyed source of their problems.

Dealing with all the secrets, the lies, and a brother slowly crumbling under the weight of his guilt doesn’t leave much time for romance, but as Cas gets closer to the truth, he also gets closer to Dean.

Inspired by the film Practical Magic.

Warnings: It’s NSFW and angsty, but has a happy ending.

For My Own by youaresunlight (aka @puppycastiel)

Five times Castiel regrets dating a movie star, and one time Dean proves him wrong.

Warnings: None

I love the idea of Dean being a movie star and this fic is super well written.

Typecast by @mnwood

Up-and-coming movie actor Castiel Novak knows he’ll never be taken seriously if all he ever plays is betas, and as an alpha he certainly doesn’t think it’s a wise career choice to play an omega. However, when he’s offered the omega role in a gay romance and learns that the much more famous (and his crush) Dean Winchester is playing the alpha, Cas decides maybe it’s time to take a risk. But when they meet on day one, Cas isn’t sure what to make of Dean’s scent.

Warnings: Very NSFW and has A/B/O dynamics. Also, Dean is aromantic and Cas is asexual, if either of those things are a nope for you.

Defiant by thestorygirl

Dean Winchester has devoted his career as a police officer to helping angel slaves in any way that he can. He even formed and heads the “Angel Welfare Task Force,” which involved him being called to consult on any case involving slaves. This passion stemmed from an incident that happened twenty years previously, when a thirteen year old Dean failed to help his friend Castiel escape being sold to a sadistic owner.

Dean had never really harbored any hope of finding his friend. He saw his work as something he did in memory of Castiel, to prevent others from suffering the same fate. But, when called out on a routine case one day, Dean was startled to find that he recognized the victim.

Warnings: Castiel is a victim of rape. Repeatedly (if I’m remembering correctly, it’s been a while since I read this). It wasn’t Dean. Angels are essentially slaves in this fic, humans have enslaved them and bound their grace with collars to keep them from accessing most of it. Very NSFW.

Literally anything by @ibelieveinthelittletreetopper is amazing. She’s a beautiful writer and her fics are so well put together and just… *gestures wildly to her AO3*

Also anything by @ozonecologne (her codas, specifically) are beautiful and should absolutely be on your to read list. Her AO3 can be found here. You do have to have an AO3 account to read her things, since she was having trouble with people uploading her fics on other sites without her permission. You can also browse her fic page on her tumblr here.

Also anything and everything by @ltleflrt should be devoured ASAP. AO3 here.

@grey2510 is also a phenomenal writer, whose AO3 is here

Anything by @elizabethrobertajones and @mittensmorgul whose AO3s can be found here and here, respectively.

Also I’m gonna throw this one on at the end. I’m reading it currently and I have absolutely no idea how it’ll end because I’m only two chapters in, so mind the tags.

The Path of Fireflies by museaway

After his humanity is restored, Dean wakes up in bed with Castiel, a wedding ring, and no memory of the past twelve years.

This is a recommendation from ibelieveinthelittletreetopper, I think… I’ve had it open on my laptop trying to read it between studying for my tests. The first two chapters are excellent.

(I just realized all of these are destiel fics which is basically all that I read aside from Cockles fics from specific authors so… sorry if you’re not looking for destiel fics? I’m also 100% sure I’m forgetting people so SORRY TO ANYONE I FORGOT)

If you’d like specific types of fics, feel free to send me another ask. You can also check out @deancasbigbang, a lot of those fics are posting/have posted recently, and DCBB fics are amazing.

#asks #fic rec #destiel fanfic #destiel #Anonymous

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