#pw14

Prompt: Solidarity (#pw14)

The queer community is made up a lot of people and, when it comes down to it, there isn't one universal queer experience. But that's alright. We're united because we don't conform, and standing together and being supportive is more important than finding new reasons to Other.

Prompt: A-Spec (#pw alt14)

This is a shortened term for "asexual/aromantic spectrum", a broader prompt that encompasses all of the identities within the asexual and aromantic part of the LGBTQ+ community.

“Yeah?” Theo replied, keeping well out of the way of the wave.

Aiden hesitated. “I’ve been thinking,” he finally started, “about the band, and…” He trailed off, running a hand through his newly cropped hair.

“What about it?” Theo asked.

“If we happen to take off, I don’t want to have to come out,” Aiden admitted.

Theo considered it for a moment, then shrugged easily. “Then don’t. You’re already transitioning, and you don’t have to tell anybody anything about your past.”

“Do you really think I could?” Aiden asked.

“Yeah.” Theo shrugged again. “We’re gonna have to draw a line in the sand somewhere when it comes to privacy. Might as well draw a line there if it’ll make you more comfortable.”

There was a pause, then Aiden whirled around and closed the distance between them to hug Theo tight. “Thank you,” he whispered.

Entries in Our Ao3 Collection: Week 2

Some of you have been posting your entries straight into our Ao3 Collection. We'd hate for them to miss the spotlight, so here is a list of everything posted in there for Week 2 of Pridewrite!

Day 9: Heart and Roses

His Heart by ughdotcom pw9, Our Flag Means Death

the way you're looking through my eyes, don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters pw9, Dracula (nsfw) (warning: dubcon, implied mind control and past CSA, homophobia)

Will's Heart by NicNack4U pw9, pw alt9, Hannibal

Day 10: Kiss and Holding Hands

but I need your lips on mine (can you kiss me more?) by This_ world_of_beautiful_monsters pw10, Star Wars: Clone Wars

Everytime We Touch by NicNack4U pw10, pw alt10, Doctor Who (nsfw)

Feels Like Falling In Love by Samunderthelights pw10, pw4, Harry Potter

Please Shut Up by ughdotcom pw10, Pacific Rim

Orange Cake by Samunderthelights pw10, pw15, Harry Potter

Day 11: Domestic and Poly

Domestic and Poly by NicNack4U pw11, pw alt11, Doctor Who (nsfw)

Finally Home by ughdotcom pw11, Pacific Rim

Ménage á TARDIS by NicNack4U pw11, pw alt11, Doctor Who

your local queer's guide to multi-species cohabitation  by  This_ world_of_beautiful_monsters pw11, TMNT (warning: referenced transphobia, abuse, medical experiments, torture [all referenced in lighthearted/dark comedy contexts])

Day 12: Meet-Cute and Demisexual

it's important to hold on (hold on)  by  This_world_of_beautiful _monsters pw12, TMNT

Meet-Cute by ughdotcom pw12, Pacific Rim

Meet Me at the YMCA by Fawn_Eyed_Girl pw12, Free!

We're All Booked by NicNack4U pw12, pw alt12, Doctor Who

Day 13: Content and Demiromantic

An Open Book by NicNack4U pw13, Doctor Who

Content by ughdotcom pw13, Supernatural

Day 14: Solidarity and A-Spec

a woman's sexuality is a moving target by NicNack4U pw alt14, Doctor Who

Shopping by ughdotcom pw14, Twilight

the music fills me good and it gets me every time  by  This_world _of_beautiful_monsters pw alt14, TMNT (nsfw) (warning: incest)

Day 15: Coffee and Platonic Relationship

coffee by 27twinsister pw15, Avataro Sentai Donbrothers

Coffee with Friends by NicNack4U pw15, Hey Arnold!

The Light of Hermann's Job by ughdotcom pw15, Pacific Rim

with friends like these, who needs  by  This_world_of_beautiful _monsters pw alt15, TMNT

Orange Cake by Samunderthelights pw10, pw15, Harry Potter

Day 16: Fake Relationship and Happily Ever After

love me like you do by NicNack4U pw16, Hannibal

Rockstars in Love by ughdotcom pw16, Pacific Rim

cracked glass fantasies by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters pw alt16, Cinderella (fairy tale) (nsfw) (warning sexism, threats of noncon, implied child abuse, unhealthy relationships, gore)

“So, Cameron, care to tell me about yourself?”

That’s how it started. Samantha had always been protective of her little sister ever since she was adopted into Vees family, and even more when she started discovering herself and found herself at odds with her father. Sam was Vee’s protector, knight to keep her safe when the adults around didn’t give her enough love or care. She took more than a few punches to keep Vee out of harms way, and threw even more defending her honor. She always feels a need to protect Vee, not just as her sister, but as the guardian she had to be when parents abandoned them both so many times.

When Cameron entered Vees life, Samantha was watching his every move like a bird of prey, waiting for the first sign of danger, first signal that she needed to get Vee to safety. The first time she was formally introduced to Cameron she was a threat in motion, she was the quiet wall of muscle that floated behind Vee, and now with Vee out of the room, Cameron didn’t have anything between him and Sam. He was scared, she wanted him scared, to see him crack and expose whatever he could do to hurt her baby sister.

Cameron cracked alright, and he told her all about himself. About how hard his own transitioning had been, the reception and lack of acceptance he had felt at home, and how much he struggled with his own appearance. As he spoke there was a fall in the posture Sam put up, she relaxed seeing just the openness he would be able to give her sister, no risk of him breaking her heart as a cheater or liar. But as he continued, she tensed back up, her fists clenching at the mentions of his mother, who accepted him the least.

Juice looks skinnier than ever in the shirt he stole from his big brother and the shorts he got from the men's apparel section at Walmart. His figure is so much scrawnier than yours, and you've always been jealous of how tall he is--taller than you and Pixel, almost as tall as his fully grown brother. But he still hunches over like he's not quite sure of who he is or who he wants to be.

As you hold the syringe full of liquid testosterone perpendicular to his thigh, you wonder what it might feel like. The sensation of--not the needle, but beyond the needle. What it would be like to shave hair from your chin and upper lip. How it might feel to see yourself in the mirror and realize the fat around your chest is now muscle. The sheer bliss of having a stranger at a restaurant call you "sir," or "this, um, man? I mean, woman?" Or seeing a little kid puzzling over you, trying to decide if you're more like their mom or their dad.

You swallow jealousy like a rock and jab the thing into Juice's thigh. And you hear him hiss, not because it hurts, but because his fear of needles makes it hard for him to keep his leg still while you push the life-saving hormone into his muscle. And you want to touch him, and comfort him, but you don't know how. So you offer him the only thing you can--a joke.