Holiday gift for @determamfidd who asked for something Gigolas. 🙂
UNF OH WHOA
Fluke, it is GORRRRRGEOUS, hot damn hummina, whatta present!!! (ALSO – MAY I SAY THAT THE SHADING AND CONTOURING ON THIS IS LITERALLY JAWDROPPING, LIKE, LOOK AT THEIR LEGS, FLUKE THAT IS AMAZING, HOLY HECK)
ILU, my dearest most wonderful Fluke. Thank you so very very much!
This piece requires some explanation. Its kind of a “missing scene” from Walking After You, except that it isn’t. Or I guess I should say that it’s just written in the
context of my Fortune series but really isn’t part of it. Think of it as something that might have happened, but did not.
This is my first time writing femslash and maybe second time writing anything over a teen rating, so apologies if something comes off odd (although anything with Galadriel involved is bound to be strange). If you haven’t read Walking After You this may be a little left-field but basically it takes place in Minas Tirith following the War of the Ring, immediately after Arwen & Aragorn’s wedding.
I will not be posting this to Ao3, so if you want to keep it, reblog and/or bookmark it. You may link to it if you like, but please do not copy and re-post it anywhere.
More author’s notes at the end, after the cut.
(this is absolutely not @gremlinloquacious‘s fault but I’m gonna blame her anyway cos I’m terribly mean like that)
“Time to face the music, nadad,” Frerin whispered
with a smirk, and Thorin shot him a sour look. Then he sighed and stepped
forward, holding out his arms.
“Here I am, take your best shot,” he said in
resignation.
Dáin let out a massive gust of breath, as though he had been
waiting for centuries to let it go. Then he took three great strides towards
Thorin and caught him up in a giant bear-hug that knocked all the breath out of
him.
Thorin froze for a moment, surprised beyond speech. Then he
wrapped his own arms around Dáin’s shoulders and pulled him in tight.
“Thank you,” he said into the closest ear. “Thank you, Dáin.
Thank you for caring for them, for rebuilding Erebor, for her greatness and
splendour and beauty, for all your sacrifice…”
“Don’t thank me yet,” Dáin grunted, still
embracing Thorin as though he never intended to let go. Thorin, wordless,
gripped his cousin close and hoped that Dáin could hear all that he could not
find the words to say. Ironfoot the Restorer, you did what I could not. And you
suffered it for my sake. Your endless silent homesickness, your humour, your
wisdom, ah – I can never repay…
(Aka that one chapter we all cried at, letsbereal. For @determamfidd. Thank you for leaving Dain nude, seriously. It made my night.)
AHHHHH
THEIR FACES, I CAN HEAR THORIN SAYING ‘ULFFFF-!” AS ALL THE AIR IS KNOCKED OUT OF HIM – AND AWWW DAIN DWARFBUTTS AND holy shit I wanna Dain, lookit those beefy thighs gdi
POP YOU MARVEL – THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH! I LOVE IT!
Thats the weirdest erotic sentence i’ve read all month
this fucking post singlehandedly ruined my life
You don’t really appreciate how fucking great fan fic is when it comes to writing sex untill you stop to recognise how Serious Literary Stars fail at writing sex.
Forget what his dick is doing, what are her breasts doing? How do a pair of fat sacks attached to a ribcage barrel-roll anywhere? Let alone across a man’s mouth and then his wanger immediately after? Sir, why is your mouth so dong-adjacent? Is your weiner detachable, is that it? Do you have your joystick clutched in your hand so that you can score a sweet schlong-to-titty-roll immediately after a kiss and then proceed to beat your banana all over her body in the world’s most failed attempt at erotic massage??? HOW DO YOU THINK SEX WORKS???
Aw Yiss 