#it's the writing not the gayness

[scleroticstatue]

I think the reason I hate most LGBT couples in fiction is because LGBT couples in fiction have the worst tropes imaginable.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 136

Contrary to popular belief, Jaskier was the one who said no to riding a horse. Jaskier willingly walks alongside Geralt and Roach. Because Jaskier is afraid of riding horses. Don't get him wrong! He loves horses! Just not being on them as they run 48 kilometers per hour. When Jaskier sprains his ankle walking, however, Geralt decides enough is enough and it's time to teach him how to ride and help him face his fear. Jaskier sits in front of Geralt on top of Roach as Geralt teaches him how to ride, and every time Jaskier gets too nervous, Geralt will hear his heartbeat tick up, and he'll hug him, or praise him, and Jaskier will calm again. Jaskier's been getting better. To the point that Geralt can now just walk alongside Roach and Jaskier, hand resting on Jaskier's leg or back. Geralt decides to surprise Jaskier with his own horse! Geralt finds something sturdy and gentle, but also pretty, knowing his bard will love to comb and braid the horse, and will want to show it off. It's a white horse, which certainly won't stay white on the road, but then again, Jaskier will most likely delight in cleaning the horse and admiring it's sheen when it's washed. Geralt presents Jaskier with his horse, and Jaskier is overjoyed. Sobbing with happiness, hugging and kissing the horse, and Geralt has never been more in love with his bard. The first time Jaskier rides his own horse, they go at a very gentle slow pace, as the horse seems unsure about being ridden. Jaskier cajoles and consoles it through it all, and soon enough they're riding at steady paces, both Jaskier and his horse now feeling safe and brave enough to go at a normal pace, sometimes even a bit faster. Geralt is happy. Until one day, big white wings materialize on the sides of Jaskier's horse, and the damn thing takes off with Jaskier still on it. Shit.

[swordsofsaturn]

early seasons spn homophobia is actually so crazy because they literally do not look gay. hamfisted gay jokes when the characters look straight as hell. "you look the type" they literally don't. is the thing

[happypeachsludgeflower]

I think the most disconcerting fandom experience I’ve ever had was in the bbc merlin fandom when I found this really really insanely good fic and majority of the way through found out it wasn’t merthur.

[short-wooloo]

Pretty funny that Garashir became canon a week before the 10th anniversary of the "we poppin the biggest bottles when makorra happens tomorrow" post

[brbarou]

where does this sentiment of "robin hobb insists that fitzloved isn't gay" come from. like did she ever actually say that. i know she hates fanfic but that's irrelevant. like did she actually say "they're best bros and nothing gay has ever happened here" or are you guys just making that up for no reason

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Silly antics | {KokuZan}

Theme: Floof? Sillies?

Note: I like feeling bad when I don't satisfy everyone's needs /j (i'm sorry for not writing KokuZan for so long and since I can't find it in myself to write a 1000 word oneshot, so have a short one for the time being)

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"How do you look like in your final form?" Kokushibo asked curiously.

He lay on his back, Muzan sprawled on top of him, a blanket draped over the two lazily. They had been lying here for a while now, bored as they waited for the sun to set.

Muzan propped himself up with his elbows, placing one on either side of his boyfriend's torso. "Why do you ask?"

"I'm just wondering," Kokushibo commented, his eyes flicking down to meet Muzan's. "You talk about it a lot, but I've never seen it."

Muzan smirked. "Because you would drop dead at how amazing I look," he teased, adding a slight toss of his head at the end.

Kokushibo laughed. "I'm sure I would."

"Anyways, I only plan to use it if necessary. Which will probably not be the case," Muzan remarked, laying his head on his Uppermoon's chest, closing his eyes.

"Ah. Can I see it anyhow?" Kokushibo asked, his arms snaking down to Muzan's waist. 

"Ehh, later," Muzan said dismissively. 

"Alright." Kokushibo sat up, moving Muzan's legs around his hips and pulling him into a kiss.

Muzan flushed, pulling away. "The hell was that for?! I wanted to lie down!"

Kokushibo raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you the one who can read my mind?"

"Yeah... But you did ask for some privacy! So I've been resisting it," Muzan insisted. "I'm not reading your mind 24/7."

"Mhmm," Kokushibo hummed, placing a light kiss on Muzan's bottom lip, smiling vaguely. "Your loss."

"What is that supposed to mean?!" Muzan whined, wrapping his arms around the Uppermoon's neck and resting his head upon Kokushibo's shoulder.

"Hm. If you read your mind, you would see a beauty marking every corner of it," he said, placing a kiss on Muzan's cheek.

"Eh?? Who?!" Muzan said, suddenly suspicious.

Kokushibo laughed. "You, idiot," he said affectionately. "You get jealous? Didn't realize it." (muzan is so me)

"Fuck off!" Muzan said, huffing. He pulled away from Kokushibo, crossing his arms. His cheeks were brushed with pink and he looked like a child—pouting. 

"Mm, I don't think I'll do that," Kokushibo said, kissing Muzan's jaw tenderly.

"...Stop kissing me!" Muzan ordered.

"Why?" Kokushibo asked, leaning back against the mountain of pillows he'd placed behind him earlier.

"Because... Because..." Muzan tried. "I hate you!"

"Mhm. I love you too."

"Fuck you!" he complained, pushing Kokushibo down so he slipped off the pillow mountain and fell onto the floor.

"I can fuck y-"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Muzan shouted, his face redder than his eyes.

Kokushibo burst out in laughter, scooting towards Muzan again and patting him reassuringly. "I'll stop," he said. 

Muzan huffed. 

"Okay, let's do something else. Will you show me your final form now?" Kokushibo asked, tilting his head.

"...Fine," Muzan decided, standing. 

"Alright. Do I have to, like, move back..?" he asked.

"Uhh... Good question," Muzan said, placing his hands on his hips. "I don't know."

"I- What?"

"I've never showed anyone, I usually do this in private just to test out what I can do or some shit," Muzan said, waving it off. "Nevermind, just go outside of the room and I'll tell you when you can come back in."

"Why?-" Kokushibo asked, although he headed towards the door.

"Because my final form is embarrassing, and I don't want you to see me transforming," Muzan exlpained, pushing him out and shutting the door.

Kokushibo waited patiently for a couple minutes until he heard Muzan shout, "You can come in now!!"

Kokushibo turned and opened the door, walking inside. He froze when he saw Muzan there, his top half bare and bottom half and arms were pitch-black. His hair was long (would it be white? In the manga, he was confused why it was still white (which ended up being the bc of his aging)) and wavy, and he had what appeared to be many mouths scattered upon his body.

"Ah," Kokushibo said, at loss for words.

"What kind of reaction is that?!" Muzan whined, shutting the door and pulling Kokushibo towards him.

"Uh. I don't know," Kokushibo admitted. He slipped a hand behind Muzan's ear, drawing his head up to look at him. "Mm, you did stun me with your beauty—or amazingness, as you'd said."

Muzan turned beet red. "You said you would stop!"

"I lied," Kokushibo murmured, kissing him gently. 

"You little fucker," Muzan hissed between kisses, though he didn't protest any further as Kokushibo pulled him down to the futon they'd been laying on, running his hand through the long, white locks. 

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« Word count: 762 »

I was so suddenly apt to keeping this chapter short that i ended it randomly💀

love you alllllllll<3333 

[mrghostrat]

It feels like such an ace moment that bnf!Crowley is like "if I have a beard at the con then no one will give me shit for being ace" while Aziraphale is mentally running through his 50-year-old-gay-man list of slurs that he's been called, those he's felt comfortable reclaiming and those he really hasn't, maybe all the people who refused to shake his hand during his 20's... Like Aziraphale is there as Big Rugged Aziraphale Armour and he knows what that means and is taking it seriously even as his heart is doing loop-de-loops at being at Crowley's side, and if they were out for lunch in the middle of nowhere and someone called them a slur, who would actually be the first to jump into fight mode and who would be the one going "just ignore them and walk away"? Like they clearly both have trauma but they're clearly different trauma (just like in the show!). -- Man. AUs that take a show that's a queer metaphor and turn it into being directly about queerness are always so fascinating.

this is way better than i ever couldve planned oml 😭

[uncannyencore]

Bloody Painter: “I usually paint things that I like, or the first things that come to mind.” Puppeteer: “Why do you have a bunch of paintings of me in your closet, Helen? Bloody Painter: “Uh…” *Blush* Puppeteer: *Blush* “I like them, they’re nice. Also………You like me…?” *smile* Bloody Painter: “Ummmmmmmmmmmmm hehe…” *nervous little laugh*

[eunchancorner]

Revenged and Rescued (Part 7)

I feel like I just fought a battle. But I think I won.

-

“Well, guess we’re on fire cleanup duty. C’mon, let’s get this over with,” Charles grunted as he stood, pulling Henry up after him. “Got any kinda upgrades on that arm to make this easier?”

“Actually,” Henry smiled, before focusing as his left hand turned into something resembling the end of a hose. He flicked a long, thin, rectangular glass window on his arm, before nodding, firing off a stream of water over the bonfire, dousing the circle that it had been built into.

“Yeahhh, they let me keep the hose!” he cheered as his hand reverted. He watched as Charles kicked dirt into the fire pit for good measure before nodding, leading Henry back to their tent.

“Alrighty, all that’s left before we head to bed is your checkup, but first, I wanna ask you; How’d you like today? I mean, I think it was a pretty good day, getting to show you around and stuff, but, well, how was it for you?” the pilot asked as he sat on his cot, keeping his gaze on Henry as he sat across from him.

“Honestly? It was pretty nice. It was a nice change from… y’know, everything. I feel like I made some good friends here, and it’s been a while since I’ve actually, y’know, eaten anything. And ramen with your squad was actually a lot nicer than any Toppat dinners. It felt… genuine. Like you guys weren’t just putting up with me because you had to. Plus, this place is actually pretty cool. I could get used to staying here,” he decided.

“Awesome! I’m really glad you like it here, I was hoping you would,” Charles said as he moved to sit beside Henry, grabbing the manual. “Well, once we do this checkup, we can wrap up your first day here! Or, half day, I guess? I dunno, you spent a lot of it in medical, so it could go either way. Either way, ready to get this done?”

Henry sighed as he nodded. “Let’s get it over with, I guess.”

“Alright, says here you’ve got 12 sensors on your new compartment; two in the front and five on each side. Then, 24 sensors along your spine, four on your upper arm, four on your lower arm and two in your palm. So that’s…” he paused for a while, counting in his hand. After a few seconds of silence, Henry couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Need some help?”

“No no, I can math,” the pilot responded before he resumed thinking, earning another quiet laugh from Henry. After a few more seconds his eyes lit up. “46! 46 sensors total. Sorry, I just wanted to figure that out, but it’s late so, y’know…” he murmured as he set the manual in his lap as he kept reading. “‘Each sensor has a specific testing method. It’s recommended to begin at the chest, work out and then down his spine, then check the subject’s arm.’ Alright, then…”

Charles followed along with the manual, thumping each of Henry’s chest sensors lightly, earning small grunts from him.

“That feels normal, right?” the pilot asked, and Henry nodded. “Alright, good, now… next I gotta tap along the side sensors…” he trailed off as he began to read a notation near the method explanation. “‘Subject may display squirming, elevated heart rate and flushing of the face, however subject insists this is normal, and a lack of alarming indications on vitals has led to the conclusion that subject is…’” Charles looked back up at Henry, a small smile crossing his face. “You’re ticklish?”

“I- well, uh- I mean, a little, maybe, yeah,” he admitted, a little flustered at the fact that the doctors had even noted that down.

“‘A little?’ Hm, well, the notes say ‘exceedingly ticklish’, but I’ll take your word for it. Is that because this is normally where your ribs would be? I’ll have to keep that in mind. But, I still gotta make sure they’re working right, so you’re gonna have to suffer a little for the sake of your own health, ok? Says here your left arm has a locking mechanism to keep it up for maintenance, and I guess I’ll just hold up your right arm? It doesn’t say. So, are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be…” Henry admitted, raising his left arm. He felt it lock into place as Charles tapped a button near his shoulder, and a little test of his own showed that all he could move now was his hand. He braced himself as best he could as he felt Charles begin to tap along the top sensor, turning his head to hide his reactions. Even though he couldn’t see the pilot, he could almost feel his eyes on him, watching his reactions closely. He knew it was just to make sure he was ok, but dammit if it wasn’t so embarrassing, he might actually be able to show his face.

He tried his best to keep from squirming, his free hand gripping the frame of the cot below as he tried his best to keep from laughing, though he couldn’t force down the growing smile on his face. Finally, Charles released the locking mechanism on his arm, allowing it to snap down and Henry couldn’t help but blush even more as he heard Charles laugh at the reflex. 

“You really are ticklish, huh? Well, according to the manual, that’s normal, thankfully. I’ll test your arm before I move on to the other side, how’s that sound? Give you some time to cool down?” he asked, and Henry nodded, taking a deep breath. 

He felt his heartbeat return to normal as Charles tapped meticulously on each sensor on his arm, looking up at Henry for a nod before moving onto the next. He flinched slightly as Charles tapped the ones on his palm, earning a look from Charles.

“Are these ones ok?” he asked, seeming a bit worried about Henry’s reactions, but Henry nodded.

“Yeah, they’re fine, that was normal,” he said, and he couldn’t help but avert his gaze at the knowing look Charles gave him.

“Your hand, too? Really?” was all he had to say, and Henry nodded a little, earning a small chuckle from Charles, hearing him mumble “‘Exceedingly’ seems to be more accurate than I thought…”

Charles stood and switched sides, still holding the manual, setting it in his lap as he gently pulled Henry’s right arm up.

“Ready?” he asked, and Henry took a deep breath before nodding, knowing he wasn’t ever going to be truly ready. 

He had to physically keep his left hand from completely breaking the cot frame as Charles tapped along each sensor, something far more easily said than done. Despite how increasingly obvious it was that this, too, tickled so damn much, he knew it was supposed to be a good sign; that the sensors were working normally. But that didn’t stop it from being incredibly embarrassing as he struggled to keep quiet until Charles finished. Sure enough, though, Charles released his arm as he finished testing the sensors.

“Alright, seems normal, and by normal, of course, I mean hilarious,” he commented, earning a light smack from Henry, along with an embarrassed “Hey!”

“C’mon, dude, you gotta admit, it’s funny how ticklish you are! It’s not a bad thing, though, lots of people are ticklish. They’re just not you levels of ticklish.”

“Oh, shut up,” Henry grumbled, rolling his eyes. “It’s not that ba-AHA!!” he suddenly squealed as Charles ran his finger down his spine, each sensor triggering sequentially making it feel all too real.

“Back sensors seem fine, too!” Charles announced, a mischievous smile on his face. “Manual says to test those when you’re least expecting for a more ‘natural’ reaction.”

Henry rolled his eyes but couldn’t help a smile. “I’m so sure.”

“It does! Now, I need to check your respirator and your heartbeat. Now, we should be able to open up your chest cavity right…” he traced along the side of Henry’s chest, before pressing near the middle, and sure enough, like a hinged door, Henry’s chest opened. Henry pulled up his shirt, and the panel slowly swung out, revealing two cylindrical tubes of fizzing blue liquid on either side of a glass panel that showed Henry’s heart as it beat rhythmically in his chest.

“Woah…” Charles mumbled, seeming a bit awestruck. “That’s… damn…”

“Charles? Maintenance?” Henry reminded him, snapping the pilot out of his thoughts.

“Right right. Uh, let’s see here…” He looked over the manual, flipping through the pages and reading the instructions quietly to himself.

“10 seconds… fizzing, yeah, uh-huh… release… Alright, so, first, take a deep breath in,” he instructed, and Henry nodded before doing so.

“Alright, now hold…” Charles advised, watching the inner liquid closely. Henry could just barely feel it beginning to fizz as pressure built, feeling a bit embarrassed as his tentmate murmured “That’s so cool…”

After about 10 seconds, Charles told Henry to release, and as he exhaled, he felt the pressure in his chest fading, and heard as the liquid bubbled loudly as the carbon dioxide was released.

“Alright, that looks good,” Charles said. “Now, we check your heart rate. Should be between 60 and 100 bpm, according to the manual here, so I’ll set a timer for a minute.”

He grabbed his phone, quickly setting a timer before mouthing ‘3, 2, 1, go,’ and hitting the button, fixing his attention on Henry’s beating heart.

Henry waited patiently, just watching as Charles counted each heartbeat. It felt… a little weird. He let himself stare at the pilot’s slowly softening features as he seemed to be mesmerized by Henry's heart as it beat steadily in his chest. It felt so strange, letting anyone see such a vulnerable but vital part of him. And yet, Charles had his complete and total trust. It seemed almost natural.

Suddenly, Charles's timer went off and he seemed to snap back into reality, looking up at Henry, who suddenly realized he'd gotten lost in the moment and averted his gaze, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment.

“R-right, uh, about 110 bpm, but according to this, that-that could just be the uh, anxiety of being here. So, yeah,” the pilot concluded, and Henry nodded slightly.

“Yeah, yeah, anxiety, right,” he murmured in response, taking a quick deep breath and looking back over at Charles, but noticed he was making a point to look away.

Is he blushing, too?

“Hey, can I, uhm…” Charles started, looking back at Henry, glancing down at his open chest before looking back up at him. “This isn't part of maintenance or anything but… can I touch it? I- I understand if that's too personal, i-it just looks really cool and-”

“Sure..”

Charles paused at the sudden answer. He seemed to process this for a second before finally replying.

“I- really? You- you don't mind or anything?” he asked, sounding a bit surprised, and Henry shrugged. He didn't know what to say, so it was the best answer he could give.

Charles seemed to hesitate before slowly reaching in. Henry could almost sense as his fingers made contact with the glass plate, the only barrier between Charles and his heart. Even with no sensors there, he could almost feel the contact as Charles traced the large veins and arteries to where they disappeared behind the solid metal framing. He watched as Charles seemed to fall victim to his heartbeat's rhythm again, and let himself get lost in his reactions, how he'd mumble 'woah…’ to himself every few seconds. After what could have been an eternity or an instant, Charles suddenly pulled away, looking off to the side and blushing brightly.

“Right, so yeah, uh, good to go,” the pilor rushed as he stood, crossing the tent back to his own cot. Henry sighed softly as he closed his chest cavity and pulled his shirt back down.

“Right… Good night, Charles.”

A pause.

“... 'Night, Henry.”

[wowstrawberrycow]

Of Bread and Tension

Hello I am pleased to say I finally have the another prompt finished! I want to thank @celeluwhenfics for thier super fun food custom request. I hope you enjoy this one!

Here is the music I used to pull the words out. I'm not responsible for the music.

here is a link about my head canons regarding elven and Dwarven food customs. Click here!

Pairing: Gimli X Legolas (Gigolas)

Warnings: heavy family arguments (there is a happy ending I promise!)

Length: 3,018 words

"🌱Differences make our world so much richer than you'll ever know.🪨" -Me

Once finishing their adventures after the war, they decided to settle down. On this day the warmth of their husband’s oven-baked goods filled the house with a comforting smell. Such a scent always filled the house since their secret union. But even that didn’t settle the young royal. Avoirdupois dressed the air causing an infestation of worries. The pitter-patter of airy elven toes paced the floor of their new home.

With a shallow breath, they fidgeted gazing at the welcoming spread that lay on the table. Freshly baked bread littered the table. Some of which held delicious mysteries much like the mines themselves. A fine assortment of cheeses lined the bread platters. Some were even made of nut milks that Legolas labored over the previous two days. Two different savory vegetarian casseroles were made to accommodate the tastes of both their guests. A large bowl of lush salad accompanied the bread and cheese. Amongst them were roasted vegetables in a thick savory curried gravy. For dessert, fruit pies and traditional elven berried cakes had been prepared.

They both had worked together to prepare a successful blend of elvish and dwarven delights. But to the royal, it didn’t seem to be enough. They made absolutely certain that the setting was perfect with not a fork or napkin out of place. A final gasp escaped the elf as they noticed the wine missing. Their father wouldn’t hear of any meal without it. They ran frantically to the pantry to grab several bottles to accommodate their father’s thirst.

Gimli caught their lover right after the strong wine was properly arranged. “ Sweet one, slow down,” he held Legolas close. “You’re working yourself into a tizzy. Sit, I’ll tend to the rest,” he guided his lover to a chair.

Legolas obeyed their husband’s words, though be it begrudgingly. “ Dearest… I know he hasn’t forgotten. I said and did such horrid things. I regret all of them. You know I do… does he? I-”

“ Shhh,” Gimli placed a finger over their lips,“ Little gem, I know the man. He is stubborn but he will get over it. Even he has to realize people change.”

“Perhaps... But I know my own as well. He is… well… he is difficult to enjoy company with. I will apologize-” The worn royal stammered uncontrollably.

Gimli grabbed the elf by the jaw, staring them in the eyes with narrow eyes. His voice lowered in stern seriousness, “Ah, don’t you ever apologize for a mistake you haven't sleight of. We have talked about that. No more apologizing, understand.”

Legolas felt their face blaze and their voice hitch at the change of his tone. A soothing wave of what they could only describe as refreshment washed some of their worries away in the wind. “Yes, my starlight.”

“That’s my sweet deer,” Gimli kissed them deeply before tending to the rest of the homely duties.

Before too long, the sound of frustration grew like a flicker of fire outside their home.

Legolas with fear in their eyes looked at their husband for guidance.

The dwarf simply pinched the bridge of his nose with heavy exasperation, “So, it begins.”

The two exchanged nods and strode to the door to open it. Upon doing so they were not surprised to see the two men arguing. Thranduil casually held the hilt of his sword while Gloin wielded his axe ready to attack.

“Oi! Put that down ye stubborn old goat!” Gimli forced his father’s hand down.

"Ada, please! There’s no need!” Legolas gave Thranduil a hug.

“Boy! Have ye lost your wits!” Gloin slapped the back of Gimli’s head with rage in his eyes, “I was fine with ye, fallin' for a man. It’s strange but not unheard of. I could live with that. But a bloody fairy!” the shorter man bellowed, waving his axe at Thranduil. “ Your brat called my son a mutant! Ye then threw me and my kin away! I refuse to share a table with either of the-”

“How dare you wave that thing in my presence! You leave my child out of this! It was you who entered my territory in the first place! Or has your age stunted your ability to retain information dwarf? ” Thranduil spat venom with each word.

“Take it back, you arrogant bastard!” Gloin raised his axe ready to fight when he was caught under the arms of Gimli.

“Quiet! Ye didn’t come all this way to insult my lover in front of their father! I won’t stand for you talking that way to them!” Gimli growled, digging his strong legs into the ground.

The king looked utterly Furious, “ Explain yourself this instant,” Thrandil sneered at the shorter men than to his child. His hands trembled in shock. He had always done his best to protect his little one, despite their rebellious nature. He was sure his elfling would grow out of this ridiculous rebellion. Even still, he also never in his wildest dreams would have imagined his child going this far. Was it to spite him? “ no. You and I are going to have a chat alone right this second,” Thranduil seized the young elf by the arm.

 “Ada! I won’t! whatever you have to say you can say in front of my ‘HUSBAND’, “ Legolas snapped standing their ground before ripping their arm away from the older elf. 

“Your what?” Thranduil’s shocked expression turned mortified. His pale skin turned ghostly as if he may succumb to death at any moment. Gloin matched him equally in all parts. 

“Yes, if you have nothing further to add outside of further insult you may join us for the meal that we both labored for.” Their voice was low and threatened either to speak ill again. 

Gimli stood next to Legolas gripping their hand tightly in reassurance. A sense of pride welled in his chest for his little deer. After a long bitter silence, their fathers silently walked in paying no mind to the sweet and leafy cottage esthetic of the home.

Gimli gave Legolas free rein on how to decorate it as he only cared for one thing. That was being with his lover. The only thing he insisted on was that Galadrial’s gift be immortalized in crystal and be placed above the mantle for all to see. This greatly pleased Legolas. They had no objections to it, as that gift was given the day after they began their friendship. In a way, they thanked the wise lady for that life-shifting change.

Once seated at the table the men scowled at one another sending silent threats that only could be heard through their sharp daggered stares. Legolas trembled slightly unsure of what to say as the silence got to them. Gimli took Legolas by the hand beneath the table.

Clearing his throat, as he noticed his lover's discomfort immediately, “ You know, Legolas has a wonderful voice. I’m sure it would be nice accompanied by the sound of your flute.”

Gloin only scoffed, before filling his plate, grumbling a complaint about the lack of meat available.

Gimli frowned, palming his face at the old man’s behavior. 

Legolas looked to their father with a glimmer of hope, “ Ada… you know Gimli has made a point to make the casseroles and stuffed breads free of meat for us. There is even milk-free cheese for you and me. I made that myself Ada. Gimli showed me how.” 

Thranduil raised a thick brow and with a twitching eyelid as he turned to Gimli speaking through gritting teeth “ Thank you and the gracious wilderness for your labors, ” the man was not above breaking tradition. Then after downing a glass of wine, he graced Gimli further by taking the casserole, cheese, and stuffed breads.

Legolas lessened their shoulders tension before turning to Gimli, “ Thank you and the gracious wilderness for your labors,” they then began to fill their own plate, and picked up the small bowl beside their plate. Absent-mindedly, they asked, “ Daddy, would you please pass the salad?”

“Of course deer,” Gimli reached for the bowl beside him. 

Thranduil reached for the one to his right “Here, hina(child),”

Legolas felt all the color drain from their face, ‘what have I done?’ they thought fearfully as their father's eyes pierced straight through Gimli. 

Gloin did not help one bit as he finally relaxed, smirking at his son, “Oi, so I see who's the one begging for who.” the older dwarf busted into laughter elbowing Gimli. “ I knew he was prettier than most women but this takes the cake!” the dwarf downed his mug of ale with jolly triumph.

“Legolas is not a man, THEY are a person father.” Gimli groaned, correcting him, feeling his cheeks burn in embarrassment. 

“Whatever, if yer going to be with a pretty boy, like ‘them’ ye better not be the one taking it.” Gloin slapped Gimli's back. 

"Stop jabbing at them!" Gimli slammed his fists against the table.

“Have you no restraint!” Thranduil shouted from across the table before stabbing a thick roasted carrot with a knife. “ You speak of things that ought not to be spoken about my child in front of me as if I AM NOT HERE!” if the elf could breathe fire everything in his path would already be incinerated “And you! I want a word with you!” they pointed to Gimli with the knife. 

“ Ada, please!” having no time to feel humiliated Legolas got up from their seat and took the knife from his hand. 

“Oi, I thought your types weren't supposed to act ‘barbaric’ at the table?” Goiln held up quotations with his fingers.

The king immediately rushed up from his spot, shoving his child behind him ready to wield his swords. 

“That's enough! You can't say that right after you insulted them!” Gimli bellowed in return.

Legolas felt their heart sink lower as their lips trembled; they balled up their fists, “Ada, sit back down! Please!”

“You listen to me child, this man is an insult to you and myself! What has he done to you!?” Thranduil howled in outrage.

“ Are you trying to claim my son is dishonorable!” Gloin stood up, cracking his fingers. 

Thranduil ignored the man looking his little one over for nefarious marks of any kind. He was clearly not ready to think about let alone hear of his little leaf having a relationship like that with anyone. Quite frankly it petrified him as a parent. Could this dwarf be mistreating his only child!? Having power over a vulnerable one was nothing to take lightly.

“Are you listening to me you prick!?” Gloin shouted, punching the table. 

The chaos and anger crammed all in one space pushed Legolas to tears. Their throat stung while they belted out, “Stop it! I can’t take it anymore,” The elf ran out of the house, finally feeling the humiliation hit them.  

Gimli ran after them without a word. There was no way he would allow for his lover to suffer weeping alone.

Thranduil and Gloin stared at the open door. They each sat down stunned by the sudden draft of silence. The king set the wine glass aside, taking the bottle of wine to his lips. Gloin did the same downing his pint only to fill it with the keg that sat on the table. They each glanced at each other in passing, daring not to speak a word as if it were a game to see who would break first. Both were equally proud, and stubborn. However, they each shared a trait, which was their unconditional love for their children.

“Look,-” they both spoke at the same time.

“You first,” Gloin spoke politely.

“ I’m willing to put aside differences if it means I don’t lose my child,” he said wistfully while staring out the door. 

“Ey… me as well,” he said, realizing the rift they both had started. 

“ Make no mistake, this doesn’t mean I approve of you, “ Thranduil spoke sharply.

“Nor I you,” Gloin glared his eyes.

“For the children,” Thranduil sighed, while Gloin nodded in agreement.

They each left their seats after one last long swig of alcohol. Then trailed outside easily spotting the children under the apple tree in their backyard. Gimli held the sobbing elf as he often did, simply rocking them in his arms. He softly hummed to them in hopes of easing their wounded heart.

“Oh, sweetie... I’m sure there’s something we can do to make it right,” He lifted Legolas’ face to wipe away tears before kissing their lips. 

Legolas huffed desperately trying so hard to soothe themself  “I’m sorry Daddy, this was a horrible idea. I’m sorry-” 

Gimli held his jaw again, cutting his lover off, “ Little gem, what did I say about apologizing on behalf of others? It’s not your fault. We knew this day had to come. we knew it wouldn’t end well. There’s nothing you or I could have done to alleviate that,” he kissed them deeply, holding the back of their head firmly in place. 

The soft dominance of the situation soothed the royal, causing them to whimper through their emotions as the tears finally stopped. Each was unaware of the audience before them.

Both men stared astonished at the tenderness they witnessed. Gloin felt great pride in his son for being unwavering in support for his lover. He clearly raised the boy right. Thranduil noted how well the dwarf soothed his child's tears. He noted how the stout man never once placed blame on his little one and the proper use of his child’s preferred titles did not fall deaf on the older elf.  In contrast, Legolas’ humbled behavior didn’t fall deaf on Gloin. He expected a royal of their standing would be as arrogant as their father. It certainly impressed him.

“ Legolas hina, I believe we have caused you both enough trouble. May we start again.” Thranduil spoke, breaking the silence. 

Legolas stood up sniffling before hugging their father tightly with a nod.

“Ay, I’m sorry for insulting you and your lover… and for being a jackass.” Gloin nodded, sincerely rubbing the back of his head. He looked at the young elf and Gimli apologetically.

“you’re forgiven.” Gimil huffed before making his way back to the house with the others.

“I forgive you.” legolas turned to the older dwarf, taking a shy tone.

Once inside the air was far more lively, especially after Thranduil took several bottles of wine. 

“ Mighty heavens, how much of that will you put away!” Gloin laughed jovially, slapping the elven man's back. Like his son, he could not hold his liquor as well as the elves at the table. For, their wine at home was far stronger than most could find in Middle Earth. Both had lived off the powerful liquid of their homelands for several lifetimes of their dwarven company. 

“Little leaf, fetch me another bottle, we are out, “ Thranduil patted his child’s head. “ I don’t know what you mean master dwarf.” 

“You mean you’re out,” Legolas scoffed as they did as they were told “At least they aren't, at each other’s throats.” 

“Ay, darlin'… I can be thankful for that.” Gimli nodded, “Thank ye and the gracious wilderness for your labors.” Gimli kissed the other before finally settling in to eat. 

“You know when he was just a lad, he would steal my axe trying to outdo the other brats in the hall. Of course, you know that didn’t end well at all! The little fellow would fall backward every time he tried to wield it. You were so tiny even for a dwarf! We thought you would never catch yer height! “ Gloin laughed, causing Gimli to hold his forehead in embarrassment. 

“Two can play that game! How about all the times I had to dig you out of the wall? You’d not pay attention like a blind old bat and get yourself stuck!” Gimli snickered, slapping his father's back causing the older man to lose the ale from his mouth.

“You rugrat! You promised never to speak that secret!” Gloin bopped his son on the head.

Even Thranduil had to smirk at the sight. He peered at Legolas before deciding to share a story of his own. “My little one did their fair share of ridiculous things too,” he paused regally, sipping at another glass of wine. “ for example, they would crawl up in the trees and imitate the animals that they saw. It was so amusing to watch them imitate the squirrels and frogs. Frankly, they would imitate just about any animal they saw. I often caught them pretending to be a frog burrowing in the marshes I had to practically to drag them, kicking and pouting all the way home. It really was quite adorable.” They chuckled quietly enjoying the curry-filled bread and roasted vegetables. He even enjoyed the casserole. 

“Ada! No!” they protested. “Shall I mention the ridiculous dancing you do when you're drunk enough for such?” Legolas smirked devilishly with a giggle.

“A dance, you say? Oh yes, that’s great. Save it for after the cleaning, though.” Gloin belched loudly, snickering. 

“I certainly will not dance for your amusement dwarf!” Thranduil gasped a bit embarrassed. 

Legolas couldn’t keep the smile off their face after they had eaten their dessert. It had been far too long since they had seen the older elf seemingly enjoy himself.

After dinner and a prayer, Gimli began tossing the empty dishes to Legolas who both sang a tune as they cleaned. 

“Oi? What of the leftovers?” Gloin asked.

“Yes, it does seem like a waste doesn’t it?” Thranuil sighed, fearing that the earth’s bounty would spoil in vain.  

“Don’t either of you worry. My husband found a solution for that upon moving here. We have chilled underground storage in the back by the shed.” Legolas smiled at each of them from the kitchen.

Their playfulness and giggling from the kitchen as they cleaned reminded Gloin of home. It was at that point that he felt no need to worry about his son. The king on the same note watched them both helping each other with a gentleness in each other's eyes. He could feel the love seeping off of them. He flashed them a small smile. Then both parents drew back waiting to play a game of cards to bond as was a custom for the dwarves after their meals.

[calbeloved]

transmasc kaiser you will ALWAYS be famous

[natkhat-sa-shyam]

Writing someone a letter not merely transcends words; it is a heartfelt expression, a dance of emotions inked onto paper. The strokes of the pen weave a tapestry of connection, a tangible manifestation of one's thoughts and feelings. The beauty lies not only in the prose but in the intention, the time taken to convey sentiments in a medium that outlasts fleeting conversations.

[sabhi-napasand]

Kitni mushkil se khud ko mazboot banate hai, mere roots jaante hai un may aur kitna he Jaan bacha hai, diwaron par itna sare nishan hai dararo ke ki aur dararon ke liye bhi jagah nhi hai...

Lekin yeh zaalim duniya aur usmay rehne wale log, kitni aasani or jaldbaazi may pura nichor deten hain. Ek baar bhi nhi sochta koi

[lis-likes-fics]

how would y'all feel about me writing for rhaenyra targaryen?

i've noticed a disgusting lack of rhaenyra fanfiction and our queen honestly deserves better

[13eyond13]

actually stunned by how gay The Beatles has been all this time and I just never knew