#nonbinary!

[sadslimecreaturearchive]

ummmm i need it to be November 28th this very moment. :(

[okfinepanic]

My brains been pretty chill on the gender front lately, but the other day another nonbinary person I'm becoming friends with looked at me and said "nonbinary problems, am I right?" In casual convo and it's the first time I've been included in something like that and I've been the human equivalent of a golden retriever whenever I think about it since.

[okfinepanic]

I accidentally came out to my siblings yesterday and they've both been great about it and my sister texted me asking for grammar help because she's trying and I'm just very happy that went well but also my goddamn target name tag has now outted me to people I didn't mean to come out to twice now and I don't even work there anymore

[dailysamifer-archive-blog]

Dude two words: fairies and knights

did u mean: an excuse to use more rad pronouns for luci

(fae/faer/faers/faerself)

They send the young squires out every year to sleep in the snow. It is a test of their survival skills and also their willpower. The year Sam of Winchester spent his night in the woods was the year the senior knights rethought their choice in location for this right-of-passage. 

The forest a few miles off of the castle was well known to be full of all sorts of supernatural creatures. The squires (very soon to be knights) were accustomed to fighting and defending themselves, but the fairy folk rarely deigned to do more than steal the occasional young lad who had been susceptible enough to eat some of their wine.

This year, a fairy approached Sam, holding out a chalice of dark red wine. Sam rejected faer advances with nothing more than a raised eyebrow and a tighter grip on his dagger. 

The fairy laughed soundlessly for a moment and the chalice dissolved as if it had never existed in the first place. Fae flickered out of existence and reappeared with a hand on Sam’s shoulder. 

The knife was up between them in a second, but fae had already anticipated the move and caught his wrist. 

"Hello, Sam," fae said.

Sam didn’t respond, unsure if returning the greeting would ensnare him into any contracts.

"You’re beautiful," the fairy said, and dragged a finger up his wrist. "Yes. You’re the one." 

Fae bent and pressed a kiss to Sam’s forehead and electricity shot through Sam’s entire body. His mouth fell open in an audible gasp and his heart thundered in his ears. 

The fairy was gone when Sam looked again. He didn’t know anything had changed until upon his return he was met with loud gasps and pointed fingers. 

His hair was growing leaves and his eyes were changed somehow, reflecting light. His skin glowed. 

Now it was Sam who tracked the fairy down to demand answers. The senior knights unanimously agreed to spend next year’s trip out in the plains rather than the capricious fairy’s forest. 

[dailysamifer-archive-blog]

warning: annoyingly rich people lavishing gifts on their partners

implied ~gender shenanigans~

It starts when they’re fifteen.

"My face hurts," Lucifer complains, rubbing his face miserably, and Sam makes a sympathetic noise. Acne sucks.

They laze in the summer heat, sprawled out in the grass for several long minutes of hazy silence. Then, Lucifer rustles and speaks again.

"Does your mom have any of that stuff women use to get rid of zits?"

"She has moisturizer," Sam says doubtfully. "I could ask."

"Please," Lucifer groans, and Sam tracks down his (a little confused) mom and asks her how to get rid of acne.

She makes them wash their faces and then smear dark cream that dries to a crust across both their faces. “Wash it off when it’s no longer wet,” she says, resignedly, because they’re already moving on to laughing at how they look.

Or maybe it starts even earlier, with Lucifer making Sam about twenty different friendship bracelets at camp when they're twelve. Sam wore them all patiently and a little cheerfully. He eventually had to cut them off for sports, but he knew Lucifer still had the one Sam'd made for him and wore it around his ankle. 

Basically, Lucifer likes making Sam look pretty, like when they rub off the facial cream and Lucifer runs an admiring finger over the ridge of Sam's nose, which is now so clean it reflects light, or the way he keeps getting Sam clothes for his birthday (or the way he likes giving Sam a different kind of facial, but they reserve that for special occasions). 

He'll even buy Sam jewelry, despite Sam's protests that he doesn't need fancy things. He swipes some expensive cufflinks when he grandfather dies for the (also pricy) suit he insisted Sam get for his first law firm interview. Sometimes they go on trips just the two of them, and Lucifer dresses Sam up in the prettiest clothes that catch his interest and spends the day beaming in pure joy every time he catches glimpse of Sam wearing the earrings he bought him for his twentieth birthday. 

Sam...doesn't mind. It wouldn't have been his first choice, and he doesn't quite understand the appeal, but Lucifer looks so happy to doll Sam up (the way he deserves to be, Lucifer always insists) that he can never bring himself to complain more than the occasional put-upon sigh. 

Besides, he has to admit that Lucifer's taste in sundresses is a lot cooler in the summer than a t-shirt and pants.