A/N: so I saw your prompt on Thursday and I loved it. But I didn't know how to use it. But now I finally do! (It's also the first finished fanfic I've written in forever so I'm gonna post it :p )
There were many things Elliot adored about Luke, like the warmth of his wings on a cold morning, the way he handed Elliot his pudding without being asked, the fact that he could literally fly, (his fingers in Elliot's hair, his eyes always seeking out Elliot in a crowd, his quiet laugh), but high on that list was that Luke, unlike some (most) people, could tolerate Elliot's endless fascination with mermaids.
However, even Luke head his limits.
"Elliot," Luke said, as he held his boyfriend's face in his hands, "You've been talking about mermaids all day. Maybe we can talk about something else? Like dinner?"
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There were many things Elliot adored about Luke, like the warmth of his wings on a cold morning, the way he handed Elliot his pudding without being asked, the fact that he could literally fly, (his fingers in Elliot's hair, his eyes always seeking out Elliot in a crowd, his quiet laugh), but high on that list was that Luke, unlike some (most) people, could tolerate Elliot's endless fascination with mermaids.
However, even Luke head his limits.
"Elliot," Luke said, as he held his boyfriend's face in his hands, "You've been talking about mermaids all day. Maybe we can talk about something else? Like dinner?"