Thanks! I’m glad you enjoyed it~ And indeed, I do intend to keep writing for as long as I live. When I get messages of support like this, it’s hard to want anything else. Thank you. =u=
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Thanks! I’m glad you enjoyed it~ And indeed, I do intend to keep writing for as long as I live. When I get messages of support like this, it’s hard to want anything else. Thank you. =u=
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Oh, that’s such a wonderful way to put it. Thank you very much, I appreciate this <3
Title: Nine Times We Met (And One Christmas We Parted)
Author: almaasi
Ship: Dean/Cas
Summary: On the last day of school before Christmas vacation, Mr. Castiel Quinn discovers that one of his young students has smuggled male pornography into the classroom. Upon being told that the photos belong to the boy’s uncle, Castiel vows to himself that he will keep the other man’s preferences a secret. It’s 1947; a man experiencing attraction to another man or fantasising about his sexual touch are transgressive faults, which could potentially result in imprisonment - or worse. But then the uncle walks in. The photos are of him: Dean Winchester, a rogue with an empty pocket and a child to feed. Castiel doesn’t know it yet, but his life is never going to be the same again. Years pass between chance meetings, but even though they live their lives apart, Dean and Castiel’s story is proof that absence truly does make the heart grow fonder.
Thoughts: I saw this posted on destielfanfic the other day, so of course I read it, and holy shit. READ THE WARNINGS. But don’t be put off because of them. Let me just say, I cried. A lot. Which happens almost never (I can’t emphasize this enough. Crying is not my thing. I don’t cry during movies, tv, or books. I am not built that way. But this made me cry a lot, and it wasn’t even hormones). And not just at the last chapter either. There was so much crying… The story is tragic in a way that isn’t typical of normal tragedyfic, but still hard to read. There’s also a lot of time skips (which normally I hate - thanks asian dramas), but they are utterly essential to the plot. So, basically, if you want to read a really good but sad fic with a (sort of) happy ending, this is a good one to read.And now I’m binge reading all of the author’s other works (the author also wrote the well known Try-Something Tuesday), because that is what I do.
Nine Times We Met (And One Christmas We Parted) by almaasi [author spotlight]
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 58,000
Summary: On the last day of school before Christmas vacation, Mr. Castiel Quinn discovers that one of his young students has smuggled male pornography into the classroom. Upon being told that the photos belong to the boy’s uncle, Castiel vows to himself that he will keep the other man’s preferences a secret. It’s 1947; a man experiencing attraction to another man or fantasising about his sexual touch are transgressive faults, which could potentially result in imprisonment - or worse. But then the uncle walks in. The photos are of him: Dean Winchester, a rogue with an empty pocket and a child to feed. Castiel doesn’t know it yet, but his life is never going to be the same again. Years pass between chance meetings, but even though they live their lives apart, Dean and Castiel’s story is proof that absence truly does make the heart grow fonder.Castiel and Dean only meet once every few years, and these chance encounters over decades change their lives. The fear of discovery in a homophobic world is palpable and it shapes their choices. These are not perfect people and they make mistakes as they try to balance their fears with their desires. Yet there is an honesty in their awkwardness that is very human.
The author’s summary, tags and warnings at the beginning of this fic tell you most of what you need to know to decide if this story is right for you. Many may be scared off by the major character death warning but remember, a good life and a good death often go hand in hand. I won’t deny that I needed to put my pillowcase in the dryer when I was done reading, yet my heart was light.


…the sad truth is, I did it to myself too. I made myself cry while writing it, so you’re definitely not alone with your tears.
(not sorry though~)
THANK YOU and yes, I’m glad it was less upsetting than expected, it so wasn’t my intention to make everyone sad when I wrote it >_>

So I was on my merry way to ignoring homework and responsibilities for the evening, as per usual, when I got the urge to draw Cas in a Christmas sweater.
bUT IT ESCALATED AND I DIDN’T MEAN TO DRAW ALL THREE DORKS IN COMFY GEAR GETTING READY TO SQUISH ON AN ALL TOO SMALL COUCH TO MARATHON CHRISTMAS SPECIALS WITH THEIR HOT COCOA IN THEIR RESPECTIVE MUGS UGH STOP WITH THE FEELINGS I DON’T WANT THEM DOMESTIC!BUNKER/TEAMFREEWILL RUINED ME i hate everything equally
winglesschester said: Elmie yer a butt. you knew people would cry. you’re acting like you didn’t, but //you knew//
kittenbeanie said: *tightly wraps arms around so you can’t write such emotional things*
the defence pleads guilty but has complete intent to commit the same crime again
It was definitely not meant to be so sad… *wipes your tears*
QUICK MAKE SOME TEA AND READ/WATCH SOMETHING HAPPY
I’M SORRY
yes sorry my ask was about Nine Times We Met (honestly whY AM I APOLOGIZING THAT WAS AN EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER)
it was in no way necessary, you’re correct. I wrote it because I’d wanted to write something Christmassy for years, and I had 10 different ideas and whoops they all ended up in the same fic.
you read it all at once… ohhh, that’s gotta hurt. YOU HAVE MY SYMPATHIES