things you said after you kissed me
apparently my brain is not cooperating with me, so enjoy this crowdsourced work of dads, with the help of melannen and nisiedrawsstuff
Thranduil backed away, his eyebrows expressive of great internal conflict. “I have to give my spider her insulin injection.”
Bard frowned. “Spiders don’t produce insulin.”
"Are you suddenly a spider expert? No? I thought not."
Thranduil retreated to his throne, leaving Bard awkwardly standing in the middle of the halls of the Elvenking. Tauriel took Bard’s arm and guided him towards the exit.
"He’ll get over it eventually," Tauriel said. "He has commitment issues with people whose lifetimes are like the blink of an eye."
"Will he get over them while I’m still alive?"
Tauriel shifted uncomfortably.
"Spiders do produce insulin," Legolas added. "It’s how ours get so massive."