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sharingfandoms · 6 months

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So like in your tags under the bb vs msp poll I saw you mentioning that msp was bad written and tingun aren't as healthy as people claim they are.....and I was like YEAH!! EXACTLY!! But I wasn't able to pinpoint it. Would you mind elaborating on those tags??

ohhh wowwwww my first ask!!!!! of course i will. i am also really happy that someone agrees since i kind of always found myself pretty alone in this lmaooo. thank you for your question!!! much appreciated! ♥

First claim: MSP is bad written

Yes, it is. For many reasons. I will elaborate on the main two.

It kind of presents itself as some sort of heir of Bad Buddy, but the comparison is pale to say the least. The main characters don't really have any reasons not to date. They could date in secret from the very start, as soon as they realize they both have feelings for each other, and then come out as an actual couple as soon as the whole music contest is over, or something like that (even waiting for another year until they graduate could be a valid choice tbh). No particular drama needed. They could still go to each other's houses and make out all day in bed while Gun's mom is working, or go out somewhere public without their classmates present and have a real date.

The actual conflict that makes them star-crossed lovers is ridiculous at best. The mere idea that a school club in high school (well, Mattayom actually, but whatever) would have a rule like that is genuinely stupid - like, it's not even 'club members can't date', but 'those who are in this club and going for Hot Wave can't have a faen'. Like, hello? What if I've had a faen before joining this damn club? I'm supposed to break up with them because some idiot thinks that'll make me more focused on singing and playing music? Are you fucking kidding me? I'm only accepting this as something not entirely crazy and fucked up if there's some cultural reference I'm missing behind it (if things really work like that anywhere in Thailand, then apologies, pretend you never read this last complain; but I did look it up on the internet and didn't find anything about it). It'd still sound stupid, but at least it'd make sense. It was something so out of the blue that just felt like the opposite of plot armor: something made entirely just to create an obstacle to the love story of the main guys once their path was clear and they were both sure about their feelings (if that's such an important rule, why didn't it come up sooner? It felt like watching a kids show, where threats gradually become scarier the more our protagonist becomes stronger). Regardless, like I said, it was not that bad for them.

Pat and Pran are star-crossed lovers because the parents they love and admire - and are economically dependent on - hate each other and actively tried to keep them apart, causing trauma and pain on both ends. They can't get rid of them. It's not highschool, it's not a damn music club you'll eventually get out of (soon enough!!!). It's their whole life. It's the people they love the most who are trying to oppose their relationship (not to mention their friends as well, while Tinn and Gun have full support on that regard). They feel guilty, they feel sad, they don't want to have to say goodbye to their fucking families in order to keep their relationship going. This is serious, and complicated - and practical, as money does buy happiness after all. This will last, probably forever, until their parents will finally come around and accept things are the way they are - we see a glint of it happening in the last episode, at least. Compared to this, Gun and Tinn are fine, really. Even a teenager should be able to see that. The writers didn't have to go out of their ways to make comparisons that martyr PatPran's symbols, like having them use the word 'friend' instead of 'boyfriend' as an 'inside joke', or their colors, or anything at all really, only for them to be related to a fucking school club rule.

The secondary couples are bad handled, which is a shame because I was genuinely interested in Sound and Win at first. I even dared to hope - fully aware I was fooling myself, but at least hoping it was going to be a fun road to something interesting and original! - that they would have actually written an aromantic/demiromantic character in this drama, based on what Win says to Sound in episode 10. But then everything that episode was supposed to be a build-up for in terms of their bond just suddenly disappears in the next, when they're somehow in an established relationship already. Great? Would have been nice to see that happening on screen, I guess. I suppose that's what happens when you WASTE so many episodes around only two characters (TinnGun), relegating focus on your secondary couple (I won't even mention the third couple, since there isn't much to say about them tbh) in the last ones, making it rushed and kind of pointless (this also happened with the feud between Tinn and Sound, which never got explained to the viewers for some reason; okay). And they even get an explicit PatPran reference at some point towards the end of the drama, which makes me cry and not in a good way - poor babies, don't worry, we'll all just collectively forget your outfits and cans were even brought up in MPS in the first place.

Second claim: TinnGun are not as healthy as people say they are

I want to be brief with this one, because people are going to hate on me anyway, and I don't feel like writing a whole ass essay on those two. All I have to say is: if this couple had been heterosexual, people would have probably hated it. With how much double standards affect the way people perceive female characters and straight relationships, all those traits that make them state Tinn is a green-flag and a lovable simp would instead have them assert that he's a succubus, that he's not indipendent enough, that he's only obsessed with the guy and doesn't actually love him, and that he doesn't do much in the show other than being the love interest. Usually, when people say these things related to female characters, they're wrong - and just being mysogynistic, hating on any girl who dares to have a cute crush on a guy. Ironically enough, in Tinn's case, they wouldn't even be all that wrong.

Like I said, I don't feel like elaborating much on this issue, unless anon really wants me to - then I'll dive into it in detail in another post. But, like, genuinely, Gun really pissed me off at times, he often takes Tinn for granted (I'm thinking about that one moment where Tinn tells him he's not going to make it to one of their rehearsals and he gets mad about it, as if Tinn hasn't been at his disposal the entire fucking time; that scene really made me feel uncomfortable, because if I were the one who had been so helpful to anyone at all, just for them to treat me like that as soon as I have a problem of my own and can't attend to theirs, I'd be genuinely disappointed; and yes, I know that Gun will later change his attitude, but I feel like there was no weight placed on this matter, as if him finally acknowledging Tinn's struggles and effort wasn't a turning point in their story but more like something optional that just kind of happened), and I feel like their relationship is often unbalanced on many aspects.

I won't elaborate on all the other claims - "he's obsessed with the guy", "he doesn't do much in the show other than being the love interest" -, but I do genuinely believe there should be more dialogue about them in the fandom. I never once read anyone complain about these issues, and I know for a fact they'd have come up immediately had it been a female character in Tinn's place.

#i don't know how to tag this #because i don't want it showing up in t1nngun's tag #i don't mean to be an hater #i can certainly tag #bad buddy #bad buddy the series #patpran #my beloved #and then maybe my school president #hoping this won't be upsetting for anyone

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atruththatyoudeny · 2 years

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Happy 28th! Here are all the fics I read and loved this month ♥

Like Rabbits in Cigar Smoke | thecheshirepussycat | Playboy Club AU - historical - 1970s - feminization - 26k Los Angeles 1975 The rules to being a Playboy Bunny are very clear. Keep the clients happy while still protecting the brand. Bunny Louis tries very hard to keep to that, and no amount of longing stares or soft touches from world-wide famous rock star Harry Styles is going to change that. He's not that kind of Bunny, right?

Only You Can Be My Alpha | wubwubnparmaham | omegaverse - soul bond - werewolves - mpreg - kidnapping - self-harm - trauma - hurt/comfort - omega revolution - violence - 183k In a world where one was either an Alpha or an Omega wolf, Louis found himself in a body that could be neither. Born an Omega without the expected characteristics of one, he felt broken, choosing to live as Alpha a lifestyle as he could. Harboring a serious lack of respect for Alphas and their authority complexes, Louis managed to get himself banished from his home, forced to wander the unforgiving woods for years, facing the elements and fighting enemy rogues each time they arose. Unbeknownst to Louis, in a tribe to the southwest of his home, there lived a dysfunctional Alpha, the orphaned pack leader Harry, who had never felt satisfied enough with anyone to settle down and continue his royal line. Living their lives apart thus far, the both of them assumed that they might be alone forever, making the best of things despite this even though it hurt. Chance, luck, or maybe fate brings Louis to this tribe when he’d least expected to receive kindness and shelter from a stranger, and when he arrives, something in his soul pulls him to Harry like a raging river current. The two don’t get off to a good start, but everyone around them can sense the chemistry—and in time they do too. [currently unter construction but 21/23 chapters are already finished]

Man Made Beauty | jaerie | trans female character - transphobia - cunnilingus - semi-public sex - gender identity - 4.7k It wasn’t Louis’ fault. How was he supposed to know how sensitive people were? His questions were innocent and he didn’t see why it was such a big deal. It wasn’t like Louis hadn’t been asked what his penis size was a hundred times over in his career. It was all the same in Louis’ book. aka jaded Louis asks innappropriate questions and gets a thorough education.

Actions and Consequences | HelenaAzure | omegaverse - arranged marriage - war - betrayal - sexual assault - angst - hurt/comfort - mpreg - magic - friends to lovers - 95k For each action, there will always be a consequence. No one knows it better than Harry. Lies, deceit, tricks, treachery. When kings and queens come down to play, things are bound to get bloody. The question is- who will survive... and who will fall? Harry is a prince. Louis is a King. They are destined to be together. But things are much more complicated than it meets the eyes. Throw in a war, a life long secret born of deception, a quiet love, a treason of the highest sorts, a mysterious child of royal lineage and a considerate yet troublesome horse into the mix, and you get a legend which resonates through the pages of history ---- This is a story about finding strength within yourself and healing. About friendship and true love. It gets real rough, and the characters fall. But they get back up again stronger than ever.

trailer park pretty | delsicle | PWP - car sex - cheating - feminization - daddy kink - 5k Louis had a boyfriend and yet he was getting railed on a sports car by another man. A man he liked far more and fantasized about every second, from the moment he woke up and even in his dreams.

Lilac | saturnlarry | omegaverse - arranged marriage - mistreatment of omegas - mpreg - 195k Harry was told what was expected from him. He was betrothed to the heir of the Tomlinson pack even before he was born. Surrounded and raised by biddable omegas, whose only purpose in life was to serve their alphas, he became one of their kind. He grew up being taught how to please his alpha, an alpha who he didn't know anything about, save for his name. Louis Tomlinson was his name. The almighty heir of the biggest pack of the UK. His name was well-known around the vicinity, being one of the fastest and slickest alphas, Louis was known for his fighting skills and political policies. Harry always took pride in having such an eminent and smart alpha. Louis was faceless, like a blank canvas for little Harry to mold his alpha whichever way he wanted. He often found himself dreaming of sleeping in his alpha's strong arms, sneaking inside his alpha's office when his alpha was supposed to finish work, distract his alpha from working a tad but also be his little muse. But of course, all good things must come to an end. The little perfect fantasy that Harry had been thriving off to would just remain a fantasy, at last. He would still love his alpha. But his alpha wouldn't.

Where Words Fail, Music Speaks | Larry_you_know | Silver Fox - older Larry - hurt/comfort - music - 45k Louis is a world class violinist. He’s one year over forty, living his best life in New York. One day, he comes to a small town in Connecticut where he inherited a house from his late father. The town looks nice and its people welcome him warmly. The problem is that Louis never knew his father and he doesn’t intend to change anything about it - his father can stuff his last will up his treacherous ass. In a strange coincidence, Louis meets town troubadour Harry, who seems wonderful to him just right until he reveals that Louis’ father was like a dad to him. Even though Louis tries to convince himself that it shouldn’t - it hurts.

Just the Start | littleroverlouis | Silver Fox - fluff - humor - first dates - 9k Louis is a fifty-two year old divorcé who has fallen into rut. He never anticipated a forced day of self care, and a chance meeting with a charming salon owner would shake him out of his comfort zone.

#28th appreciation #fic rec #monthly fic recs #monthly reads #my reads #larry fics #completed fics

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lindszeppelin · 1 year

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Hello everyone, Happy New Years!! I hope that 2023 is the year for everyone's wishes, dreams, and accomplishments to manifest. These past few years for myself have been quite stressful and it's not something I talk about on social media, so without knowing it you've all helped to make 2022 bearable for me.

I've been on Tumblr for so long that I should receive some kind of senior discount. Out of all the fandom's i've been apart of, the Austin/Elvis community is one of the friendliest groups i've seen. And it was one that I didn't expect to join at all.

July 9th, the day after my birthday, was when I went into the theaters with my parents to watch the Elvis movie. I had no clue who Austin Butler was. I knew who Elvis was, but I wasn't a big fan. I was keen to see what things I could learn about him, and maybe gain a different perspective and newfound appreciation. Well, upon minute one of watching the movie and exiting the theater I was a changed person.

I was quite literally obsessed with Elvis and I learned everything about him. Falling down the rabbit hole is putting it mildly lol. And then, this sweet blonde blue eyed man came along for the ride with me. To say that Austin changed my life is a massive understatement. I don't know what I would do without those two men. They're forever interwoven into my life.

NOW...onto the parts that are extra fun :) because why the fuck not!

Music is something i'm extremely passionate about. It honestly should be an official love language because im a professional mixtape maker lol. Since the summertime i've been compiling a playlist of songs specifically for Austin that fit his vibe, and that I think he'd enjoy (if he isn't aware of the songs already). The playlist itself is already linked in my profile, but I wanted to share my top 10 choices for the man himself! He's the best muse i've had in a long time :)

Incubus: Echo

Gary Clark Jr: I Don't Owe You a Thing

Royal Blood: Figure It Out

The Pretty Reckless: Absolution

S. Carey: Have You Stopped to Notice?

Al Green: Let's Stay Together

Beach House: Myth

Mac Miller: Dang!

Tame Impala: The Less I Know the Better

Guitar Song (Demo): Frou Frou

There's been way too many videos of Austin that I watched in 2022. Like...my YouTube history is filled with nothing but him lol. So, I thought i'd compile a list of my top 10 favorite moments of Austin this year. There's a wide variety for everybody, and for some reason incase you haven't seen some of these, you're welcome ;)

Austin's Actors on Actors with Janelle Monae

Austin on SNL as Grandma Lois (Jewish Elvis skit)

Austin on Jimmy Fallon

Austin for Esquire (on his fashion)

Austin for GQ (10 things he can't live without)

Austin at Graceland for Access

Austin for HBO MAX (how he transformed into Elvis)

Austin's "Firsts"

Austin with Baz (I call this one the "manspreading, sleepy, sexy Austin interview lol)

Austin for Deadline

MISC EXTRA VIDS (really short ones)

Austin being super bashful in Japan

Austin posing for the camera at Cannes

Austin eating Elvis's sandwich in Graceland

Austin at the Governor's Awards

And last but certainly not least, all of these lovely people i've grown to love over the last half of 2022, and I can't thank all of you enough for the friendship and heartwarming laughs you've provided me! If you aren't following them already, please do ♥

@powerofelvis @cryingabtab @ab4eva @infatuatedharleys @areacodefan @star-shard @purejasmine @avengen @elvisabutler @burninlovebutlerr @samfangirls @p-oolshark @pearlparty @plasticfantasticl0ver @troubleinapinksuit @imperialmarchingthroughthegalaxy @karamelcoveredolicity @floralcyanide @foreverdolly @blurredcolour @lovininapinkcadillac @lllsaslll @powerofelvis @aconflagrationofmyown @mymamalife @stargiirl27 @ash-omalley @loving-elvis @presleyonfilm @fantuhsise @she-is-juniper @elvisstyles @butlerstyles @missmaywemeetagain @bisexualwvtson @succsessions @sapphirescripts @carnevol @if-i-can-dream-of-elvis @mamaspresley

Love you all, and see you in 2023!

#austin butler #lindszeppelin's 2022 breakdown #austin babe-ler #followers list #i feel like i missed people and im the worst at remembering

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helplesslyblue77 · 1 year

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Practice makes Perfect

Genre: smut, minors dni

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Friends to Lovers, kind of, Unresolved Sexual Tension, they dont actaully get together because the author doesnt know how to write confession scenes, Horny Teenagers, Wet Dream, Masturbation, Jealousy

Notes: so im reposting all my stuff on tumblr because i wanna be more active on here, feel free to send me a request of something

“Yoongi, can you teach me how to kiss?”

Yoongi stared at you, mouth open, mind running a mile a minute.

When you had come over after school that day, asking him for help he had never expected this. You, his childhood friend since kindergarten, the girl he had had a crush on since elementary school, the star of so many of his embarrassing wet dreams, sitting on his bed, asking him to kiss her.

You had been over to his house thousands of times, so when you had asked to come over after school, saying you needed help with something he had expected a question about the homework or a videogame. Instead, you had waltzed into his room, plopped your pretty little butt down on his bed, and asked him to kiss you.

“What?” was all he managed to get out, voice embarrassingly pitchy.

He watched you play with your hair, staring down at the mattress, not meeting his eyes.

“I have a crush on this guy.” Yoongi’s heart dropped. “And I want to know how to kiss. And y’know, practice makes perfect.”

If Yoongi wasn't as busy wallowing in his self-pity, he would have noticed your sneaky glances and flushed cheeks, but alas, it was not to be. He honestly felt like crying. Somewhere in his brain, he had accepted the fact that he was stuck in the friend zone.

But to hear you mention a boy, to hear you say you wanted to kiss a boy, other than him, it made his chest ache. He knew that this was a bad idea. He knew it, but he was too lost in thought of your lips.

The chance to make his daydreams a reality, no matter how much it hurt him later.

‘This is the only chance you might get.’ his brain helpfully supplied. This was too good to pass up.

♥♥♥

When the two of you first met, way back in kindergarten, you had hated each other.

Looking back on it you would always say it was because Yoongi had spilled glue on your favorite stuffed animal and in retaliation you had poured red paint on his white shirt. Yoongi would laugh, agreeing with you, but the truth was, little Yoongi back in kindergarten had stared at you too long, tripped, and accidentally poured glue on your stuffed animal. Even back then he was enamored with you.

All through elementary school the two of you got in little spats, nothing serious, and Yoongi forgot his old feelings, buried under his animosity towards you. Eventually, Namjoon, your mutual friend, insisted you two put your little disagreements behind you. Both of you had reluctantly agreed, after much convincing, and not long after, you became the best of friends.

And all through middle school, Yoongi’s feelings trickled back into his heart.

It was little things at first. He noticed how pretty you looked one day, or caught himself staring at you as you worked. He ignored it at first, insistent on remaining in denial, but everything had fallen apart during your sophomore year of high school.

It was especially warm that day and You, Yoongi, and Namjoon had decided to head to the pool, hoping to cool off before Monday.

Everything had been fine. They'd arrived at the pool, staking claim on the good pool chairs and You had headed in to change. Yoongi had sat down, unpacked his swimming bag, and was about to get into the water when you tapped on his shoulder. “Ready to go swim?” you had asked, grinning at him innocently and he had turned around to respond, all ready to go.

Objectively, he knew you were a girl.

Girls had boobs.

You were a girl.

You had boobs.

This was a fact.

But in his mind, up until that moment, his crush had been an innocent thing. A sweet desire to hold you close and be with you forever. But as he looked up at you, Yoongi, still stuck in his hormonal teenage phase, was confronted with the fact that you were a very attractive girl.

A very sexy girl with boobs and curves and he was very much in love with you and he needed to speak before you thought he was weird but he couldn't seem to get his voice out.

He sat there, frozen, for what felt like years before Namjoon took pity on him. “Ready to go swim?” he asked you and you smiled, turning away from him and jumping into the pool.

That night Yoongi had woken up with sticky underwear and the image of your boobs seared into his mind.

And from that day on, his crush was no longer an innocent childhood crush. Nope. He was very much in love with you. You had worked your way into his heart and taken up permanent lodging there. It was now your junior year, a year after the ‘Beach incident,’ and his ‘little crush’ had grown into a full-blown obsession.

So to be confronted with the girl he was in love with, the love of his life asking to kiss him, even if it was for another guy, he couldn't resist.

He took a deep breath, preparing himself, and nodded. “Ok.” he said, “I'll teach you how to kiss.”

You grinned at him, suddenly and sunshine and smiles and he felt himself relax.

“Alright, what first.”

He took your hand, sitting down next to you.

‘Close your eyes.” he said

You obeyed. Yoongi felt much calmer when he didn't have your pretty eyes staring into his own.

“I'm going to kiss you now.”

You nodded.

Yoongi closed in, his lips an inch for their destination, and finally, closed the distance, his lips touching yours.

Your lips were soft, so much softer than he had ever imagined, and frozen against his own, unsure.

He guided you, moving his lips against your own. It took a minute but you seemed to get the hang of it, and oh, it felt like heaven. Yoongi let himself savor it, the only taste of you he would ever have, and oh you tasted like everything he had ever dreamed of. He could be a little more greedy right? He could take a little more.

He gently traced the seam of your lips with his tongue, heart beating against his ribcage, and almost groaned when you let him in with no resistance.

He felt lightheaded, teetering on the edge of a cliff, the ocean waves pounding against the rocks below him. He desperately hoped he wasn’t hard.

You let out a little whimper as his tongue invaded your mouth and Yoongi felt all the blood in his body rushing south.

How pathetic of him, this turned on from a little kissing and those heavenly sounds you let out.

He really was a pervert, taking advantage of you like this, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.

He needed more, just a little more, and then he would give up. He would watch on the sidelines, cheering you on. Greedily he devoured all those delicious little moans you let out as you onto his lap. He couldn't do this, he really couldn't, he needed to pull away before it went too far and he ruined your friendship. So, with one last kiss, he pulled away reluctantly, opening his eyes to look at you. As soon as he did he realized what a mistake that had been.

You were flushed and breathless, your voice coming out and little pants, your lips swollen and kiss bitten.

Yoongi stifled a little moan and saved the picture in the back of his brain knowing he would never see you like this again. The ache in his chest came back, accompanied this time by the ache in his pants, and he frowned, pulling away.

“Was that helpful?” he asked, clearing his throat. You smiled at him, still a little breathless. “Yeah..thanks Yoongi.” you hopped off his lap, waltzing into the bathroom to change and Yoongi wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or disappointed.

He hurriedly tugged a blanket on top of his lap, getting comfortable, and shuffled through the options, settling on legally blond. He knew how much you liked this movie.

“So, what are we watching?” you walked out of the bathroom and Yoongi choked. He had forgotten. You jumped onto the bed and cuddled up against him, the thin fabric of your worn-out tank top barely doing anything to conceal your hard nipples. He felt your bare leg press up against his.

You were wearing those pajamas. Your favorites, that stupid white tank top and small shorts. Yoongi bit his tongue so hard he tasted blood and started the movie.

As the familiar sounds of The Perfect Day rang through his bedroom and you cuddled against his arm, boobs pressed into his side, he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

Unfortunately for his sanity, Yoongi had seen you naked before.

Back in sophomore year, after the ‘beach incident’ you had been asked out by the guy you had a crush on. Yoongi had been devastated, but you were happy so he tried to be happy as well. And it was all going fine, until one afternoon. Yoongi had just gotten back from school when his phone rang. He picked it up, noticed it was a text from you, a picture, and smiled clicking on it eagerly.

He loved receiving pictures from you, he had a secret album dedicated to just your smiling face.

But what greeted him was not your smiling face.

Well to be fair, you were smiling in the picture. Yoongi’s eyes traced down the picture and he sank to the floor of his bedroom, landing heavily on the carpet, staring. The picture of you, clad only in your bra and panties. Red land black lace…you were kneeling on the floor, legs pressed shyly together hand holding your phone up. You smirked at the mirror, your other hand draped artfully over your head, hair cascading down your shoulders.

He practically shrieked and he threw his phone across the room, dropping his head onto his knees. How was he ever going to scrub the image of you in lacy lingerie from his brain? He was flushed and shamefully hard as he retrieved his phone. His phone dinged and his heart sank as a new message came through.

“Sorry Yoongs, wrong person.”

Of course, it was for your boyfriend.

Yoongi tried not to be disappointed. He had tried to scrub the image of you from his mind. Of course, he had failed and every now and then it came back to haunt him, tormenting his dreams with flashes of red and seductive smirks.

♥♥♥

It took about halfway through the movie for you to fall asleep. Yoongi was watching Elle Woods teach the bend and snap when he felt a weight on his shoulder. He looked down and smiled. There you were, fast asleep, cuddled up against him. He felt his heart swell cuddled up next to you, reaching over to turn off the lights and snuggling under the blanket. His bed was a little small for two people but he didn't have the heart to kick you off.

Besides, what's the worst that could happen?

♥♥♥

Yoongi opened his bedroom door and smiled at you perched daintily on his bed.

You grinned at him, waving him over.

“I love you,” was all you said.

Yoongi felt his heart swell, beating hard against his chest. You loved Him. Not some other guy. No, Him. He grinned at you watching as you stood up, wearing only a pink silk dressing gown.

Your eyes heavy-lidded, you played with the ties,

“I want you, Yoongi.” you purred, stalking towards him.

“Don't you want me?”

Yoongi stumbled backward, his back crashing into his closed bedroom door. You stopped in the middle of the bedroom and Yoongi watched as you slowly pulled the tie of your dressing gown, the loosely tied bow falling apart, and let it slip to the floor.

You were wearing that bikini. The cursed black bikini. It was your favorite and you wore it every time you went swimming.

And oh, how it tortured him. It wasn't that revealing, the bottoms a cute little skirt and the top covering most of your chest, but to Yoongi, a hormonal teenage boy with a humongous crush on you? It was enough. He felt himself getting hard as you walked toward the bed, slipping off your top and sitting on the edge of the bed.

Yoongi watched in horrified fascination as you reached a hand up and palmed your boobs, smirking at him.

You motioned at him, waving a delicate hand his way and he followed you, a pathetic marionette entranced by its master's movements.

A puppet on a string, he fell to his knees before you, a supplicant worshiper kneeling before his divine goddess. He felt your hand on his head, pushing him towards your core and he closed his eyes…

And opened them to the familiar ceiling of his bedroom. Still a little hazy from the dream he looked down and froze.

The two of you were spooning, he the big spoon, you the little spoon, and Yoongi sighed, trying to extricate himself without waking you. He had almost succeeded when you stirred, groaning, and turned around, hugging onto him like a koala.

Yoongi stifled a moan and cursed every god in existence. Had he killed an entire nation in his past life? What had he done to deserve such divine torture?

He could feel the heat of your core positioned directly over his aching length and he did everything he could to hold himself back from grinding into you.

Think of dirty socks, think of rotting garbage, think—.

You moaned, thrashing against him and Yoongi had reached his breaking point. Quickly and quietly he disentangled your limbs and crept out of bed. With a quick glance to see if you were still asleep, he crept into the bathroom and sank to the floor, hands desperately fumbling with his pants.

Here he was, jerking off in the bathroom while you were peacefully asleep in the very next room.

He felt like such a degenerate. He shoved his pants down, pulling out his hard cock. Gripping it with one hand he began to stroke, setting a brutal pace. He needed to finish before you woke up.

It wouldn't be hard. The images from his dream and the sensation of your lips on his own were still very fresh in his mind and he hissed as he stroked, rubbing a thumb over the tip.

He let his mind picture your hands instead of his, your pretty hands, their manicured fingernails.

You would be gentle and teasing, stroking up and down slowly, smirking up at him.

Maybe you would press a kiss to the tip, wrap your mouth around the head and suck—

Yoongi could feel the pressure building in his lower stomach, and he closed his eyes, feeling the sensation of your lips on his. That picture, that goddamn picture flashed across his mind, your boobs barely covered by red and black lace, and he groaned, shoved his hand over his mouth, and came.

After, as the post-orgasm glow faded and he was cleaning up his mess and tiptoeing back into the room, the shame hit. He felt so disgusted by himself as he saw you sleeping peacefully, a little smile curved across your perfect face.

He really was a pervert. He crawled back into bed, turning so he was facing away from you, and fell into an anxious sleep.

♥♥♥

When you awoke the next morning, cuddled up against his back, Yoongi was acting weird. He refused to meet your eyes and made you leave early, citing homework as an excuse. You left, a little worried, but brushed it aside.

If there was something wrong, he would tell you, you were sure.

Anyway, you needed to hurry up and tell him how you feel. You skipped home, on cloud nine, already preparing for your confession. You hoped he would return it, but you knew that if he didn't, you would never stop being friends with him.

Yoongi, your best, best friend.

originally posted on ao3 on 2023-03-05

reposted on tumblr 2023-06-08

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Happy Birthday 🎂 To A Very Special Woman Who Tragically Left us So Soon This Year She is the Daughter Of The Music Iconic Legend. Well At Least He was too most people but not every person out there. Myself including. But anyway Mr. Elvis Presley The King Of Rock 🎸 N Roll. For some at least. His Only Daughter followed in her own dreams just like her Dad & starred her own career in Music as well. In Rock Music 🎶 as well. & She had a Beautiful Romantic Relationship With the 1 & Only The King 🤴 Of Pop MICHAEL JOESPH JACKSON But unfortunately they drifted apart over time. But She Still Loved Him Even After His Untimely Death Back in 2009 Now She passed away recently on January 12th, 2023. She was 54 years old Today would been her 55th Birthday 🎂 😪 💕 Please Wish This Iconic Legend & Daughter of the Legend himself. MS. LISA MARIE PRESLEY ♥ HAPPY 55TH BIRTHDAY 🎂 IN HEAVEN 🥺🥲😇 MAY YOU & MICHAEL BE TOGETHER FOREVER IN LOVE & IN PEACE ✌ ❤ 🙏 @lisampresley Rest In Peace Lisa ✌ 🙏 😔. #LisaMariePresley #DaughtherOfElvisPresley https://www.instagram.com/p/CoJQtQrL2MwwwB7vN6mUEX7DhGnap5s6feBmP40/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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writingquestionsanswered · 2 years

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Unpopular Writing Opinions, Part III

I asked for your unpopular writing opinions, and you answered! Here's the third and final batch (paraphrased because you all had some THOUGHTS!) along with my responses. Feel free to jump in on the conversation in the comments or in reblogs! ♥

1. The trend of openly mocking badly written books can both lift and destroy another writer's confidence. I've personally experienced both a confidence boost when reminded of my earlier work (and how much my writing has improved), as well as the imposter syndrome of seeing someone else mocked for using a trope or character dynamic I've used or like. I can't help wondering how authors feel when their work is mocked.

This one got me, because I've also both enjoyed and cringed the lampooning of published books. There's such a "mean kid" mob mentality to enjoying the evisceration of someone else's hard work, and that's the part that makes me cringe. In a world that is in truly desperate need of more humanity and kindness, it's not a very nice thing to do.

On the other hand, it's also such a fantastic way to open your mind to what works and what doesn't. The comedy and wit often employed in these lampoons makes it easy to understand and internalize why something is a problem. As for the authors, the sad reality of being published--whether you're traditionally published or self-published--is that you have to be prepared for people to hate your book, because they will. Even the most popular and beloved books of all time have 1-star devastating reviews, and many of the books you'll see lampooned actually did very well. In fact, the first book I saw lampooned in this manner was Twilight, and people can say what they want about that series, but it has sold over 160 million copies, earned 44,000 5-star ratings on Amazon, has been translated into 49 languages, and spun-off a film franchise that made $3.4 billion at the box office. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

2. It's better to have a plain, solid book cover with text than a bad cover. Especially one with poorly hand drawn people. I don't care how popular a book is. If the cover is crap, I skip it.

Agree and disagree. I agree that it's better to have a plain cover than a bad art cover, and I do think having a good cover is super important. But, as a reader, I try not to put a lot of weight into a bad cover. I've read a lot of amazing books (both traditionally published and self-published) with awful covers.

3. There are too many slow burn romances. People act like they're something new, but its been a thing forever. Slow burns have pretty much been the norm in nearly everything. It's just not as satisfying as having the couple get together faster.

I actually love slow burn romances, but they can definitely be drawn out too long. I think that's when they get frustrating--when the obstacles keeping the couple apart seem forced and ridiculous. It's better to let the couple get together at the natural point rather than forcing a slow burn for drama's sake.

4. I don't think every aspiring or two-book author should be selling writing courses, workshops, writing advice books, and editing services. Like, leave that stuff to the really experienced authors who have been in the game more than a few years.

SUPER AGREE! But, also, this one is kind of prickly. Here's the thing: there's not a lot of money in being a published author, whether you're traditionally published or self-published. The median income for traditionally published authors is hard to pin down, but the average traditionally published author makes less than $25k per year (USD) on their books alone. For the average self-published author, it's significantly less than that. Which is why many authors look for other ways to supplement their income, whether that's selling online writing courses, holding workshops, publishing writing advice books, or offering other writing-related products and services. Unfortunately, I do think a lot of authors and aspiring authors are too quick to put these products and services out there. I tend not to judge by how many books the author has--number of published books doesn't necessarily correlate with experience--but I cringe a little when I see admittedly newbie writers offering these things.

5. Enemies written without the intent of romance tend to have more chemistry than those who are. I would rather watch two dudes be enemies and know they'll never get together than some half-baked attempt because they're going to be endgame.

I feel like this is the weird reality of shipping in general--there's so often more chemistry between characters who the writer/s never intended to be romantically interested in one another. I can think of so many examples from TV shows and movies, and several from books as well. I suspect this has something to do with interpretation, the fact that friendship is such a lovely base for romance, and we sometimes see interactions as romantic or having romantic or sexual tension when they don't, and the knowledge that they probably won't ever get together (or the deep hope that somehow, against all odds, they will) drives that chemistry up even more for us.

That's all for now! We may do this again at some point because it was so much fun. Feel free to send them in any time and I will save them for next time! ♥

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Newly Added Fics

November 22-24

🎭 Angst | 🛸 AU | ☁ Fluff | ♥ NSFW | 📚 Series

Bryce x F!MC

Letters of Love and Longing - @drethanramslay 🛸 A set of letters between two people who loved each other despite the distance and the devastating conditions around them. [World War AU Series]

Reminscing Hours - @anotherbeingsworld ☁ Bittersweet Lahela Family

Bryce x M!MC

Budding Feelings - @jaxsmutsuo ☁ Alex’s worst nightmare comes true, working with Bryce Lahela. But is it really a nightmare.. or a dream come true? [Gender Inclusive]

Ethan x F!MC

A Case of You - @mrsrebeccaramsey 📚 Just what we were waiting for after the Book 2.20 finale. I mean, still not defining? Oh, Ethan..

Part 1 | Part 2

A Reunion to Die For - @openheart12 ☁ Ethan comforts MC during the Grey’s Anatomy Reunion.

Ardently - @takeharryandgo ☁ Phone call when Ethan’s at a conference

At The Crack of Dawn - @schnitzelbutterfingers ☁ Set after 2.20; What could’ve happened after Ethan’s premium scene.

Autumn Delight - @drariellevalentine ☁ They have a day off and are doing something mundane.

Burned To Ashes - @genevievemd 🎭 A baby bit of angsty longing, set after 2.3.

Part 1 | Part 2

Cinnamon Girl - @rebsrams ☁ Rebecca totally loves cinnamon. Ethan remembers everything about her and treats her to a hot drink in a cold November afternoon.

Curveball - @rookie-ramsey 📚 [extended: wip]

Chapter 8

Drunk Thoughts Have Sober Consequences - @utterlyinevitable 🎭 Becca has had enough of Ethan Ramsey's waffling and lets all of Donahue's know exactly how she feels about the attending.

Fight or Flight - @aylaramseycarrera 🎭 They have a rocky relationship already, and then he does the unthinkable.

Forever’s gonna start tonight - @perriewinklenerdie ☁ Ethan and Claire elope.

From The Balcony - @utterlyinevitable ☁ Becca gives Ethan a call from her room after the successful Vegas mission.

I Think He Knows - @openheart12 @oofchoices 📚 [extended: wip]

Chapter 8: Cardigan

In The Dark. - @utterlyinevitable ☁ Ethan is his cutest when he's asleep.

Lassie - @rebsrams ☁ Ethan and MC finally fly to the Scottish Highlands to meet her parents.

Letters of Love and Longing - @drethanramslay 🛸 A set of letters between two people who loved each other despite the distance and the devastating conditions around them. [World War AU Series]

Miles Apart - @utterlyinevitable 🎭 Becca gives Ethan a call. She never anticipated he would pick up the phone.

Never Enough - @caseyvalentineramsey ☁ The morning after their lascivious night, turns out to be unexpected in a blissful way. Positions - Ariana Grande song fic

Perfect - @drethanramslay ☁

Right at Home - @alwaysmychoices ☁ During a family camping trip in the backyard, Ethan has a suggestion for his wife.

The Past In The Future - @drakewalkerfantasy 🛸 After three people got trapped inside with the toxin, a man claiming to be the Doctor came out of nowhere. [Doctor Who AU]

To Hell and Back - @tohellandbackwriters 📚 [extended: wip]

Chapter 2

Well, Hello There - @caseyvalentineramsey ☁ Yes, she is dumb, but she’s his dumb.

What is this? - @lem-20 🎭 Set after the opera in 1.12. Casey questions Ethan on what is happening between them and also confesses something to him.

Whispered To The Stars - @gryffindordaughterofathena 🎭 Ethan’s time at the Amazons

Who Is He - @mrsrebeccaramsey 🎭 An utterly jealous Ethan trying to contend with his own decisions. Set at the beginning of Book 2.

With and Without - @alwaysmychoices 📚 [extended: wip]

The Cabin ♥

XVIII. Blank Pages and Sad Melodies - @beckaroo 🎭 Since the accident her life had become a disaster; between self-hatred and hard choices, writing a song could be her first step towards healing. 2.18.

32 Years - @rookie-ramsey 🎭 He spent six years with her and twenty-six without her.

Ethan x M!MC

Just A Frown Turned Upside Down - @dr-colossal-pita ☁

Script: I Guess “Freaking” Works Too - @katkart122 ☁ Ethan and Chris are in Naveen’s house after just administering the drug and are looking after him. Set in Book 1.

Tobias x F!MC

“Yes, Doctor” - @they-callme-ami ♥ Tobias had a rough day at work and Casey is there to help take the edge off. TW: Submissive Tobias, 69-ing.

SUBMIT OPEN HEART FICS & WRITERS HERE

All fics should have a summary section and categorized as Angst, Fluff, Smut or part of a Series!

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darkcolinodonorgasm · 4 years

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One Day (5/7)

Summary: By day, Emma is the beautiful swan gliding over the waters of Misthaven’s pond, but when night falls, the voice of the wolf the people living in the little town hear is Killian’s cry. The curse was meant to be forever, to keep them always together yet eternally apart. No force in Heaven would be able to break such spell, nor any force on Earth. Or so Emma and Killian thought.

A/N: I’m so SO happy to finally share this chapter of my @cssns fic with you, which includes one of the two (now three) scenes I’ve been dying to write when I first came up with this fic. I am just thrilled. It really makes me want to sit back and eat pop corn as I wait for your reactions hehe

The chapter is also a gift of sorts to @carpedzem because she deserves all the happiness in the world and freedom from the tyranny of exams ;)

Many may thanks to @profdanglaisstuff for her beta skills - prepositions are the worst, guys, but she’s my savior - and @sherlockianwhovian for the wonderful art ♥

A special thanks to the ladies in the CSSNS and CSMM discord chats for their support and their help with the blobfish problem.

And now, enjoy :3

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Chapter 5

Killian Jones had never been a man to ask for more than what life gave him.

Granted, he knew he was a lucky bastard. Despite the absence of a father figure—shoes that Liam filled perfectly and perhaps one time too many—he’d still had a family growing up, one that compensated with love what it might lack in prosperity when money was tight and he had to wear second-hand clothes.

Finding out about Storybrooke and moving to the little town across the pond had been another stroke of luck, allowing all his family to finally settle in peace without having to be careful around people. Moving to Storybrooke meant no more looking over his shoulder whenever a cloud of vermillion smoke appeared and conjured an object in the palm of his hand that wasn’t there before.

Storybrooke meant happiness.

Until he met Emma.

Afterwards, Emma meant happiness.

Even after years of being together, Killian couldn’t ask for a better partner, for a better soulmate. In these two years as a wolf, he had learned what the saying “they mate for life” meant. His wolf - Fenrir, as she loved to call him - always threatened to take over, and sometimes it did. Fortunately, it had never attacked a human being, but it didn’t make Killian fear the wolf less. The half-life he led allowed him to keep himself sane, to not fall prey of the wolf’s most animalistic needs, but even in canine form, Killian knew he had to protect Emma, that it was his duty to stay by her side and watch over her. Rationally, he knew his wife could be her own savior, but there would always be a part of him, human or animal, that would fight tooth and nail to keep her safe.

The wolf didn’t know Henry, but Killian was sure it would recognize him. The curse was diabolical and he would’ve probably lost himself had he not had a purpose: his love for his family had been his North star through hell, and now he had the chance to put an end to it, once and for all.

The sun would set soon, he could feel the tendrils of the curse wrap around his bones, ready to break and rearrange them. His skin prickled, and he fought the impulse to scratch his arm.

Standing next to him, Henry was looking at the lake in front of them. Emma had decided to stay beside their son and not to take a swim. Killian wasn’t sure it would work, but he had to try.

It was Henry who broke the silence. «Why are we here?» he asked slowly, hazel eyes stealing a glance at his father’s profile.

Killian released a sigh through his teeth, the hand that wasn’t placed on his son’s shoulder clenching into a fist. «If we want to defeat Regina, we will need a suitable weapon.» It was so strange for him to talk about it, to explain who he was to his own son. Part of him worried that Henry would resent him for not telling him the truth sooner. He drew in a deep breath, turning to face Henry.

«When I was eleven, before I came here, your Grandmother brought Liam and me to visit the castle of Tintagel, our last family trip in England before crossing the pond.»

Henry furrowed his eyebrows, his nose scrunching up slightly like Emma’s. Killian felt a twinge in his chest. «Isn’t that the place historians believe to be King Arthur’s castle?»

My boy, so bright for his age, Killian thought with a sudden surge of pride. «Aye,» he replied, incapable of stopping himself from ruffling the boy’s hair. Then, he sighed. «We were having lunch near what they call Merlin’s cave, a wonderful place which opens on the sea. Mum had prepared sandwiches for our little trip, but Liam and I couldn’t stay put, continuously pranking each other.» He stopped again, scratching at his jaw, wondering how to explain what had happened next. «At some point, I ended up falling in the water, knees scraped and slightly bleeding. It was then that-»

Killian swallowed, shaking his head. No, although his son did believe in magic, there was only so much that he could accept. Taking another deep breath, Killian knew what the had to do.

«It’s best if I show you.» Hoping that it will work again.

From the inner pocket of his leather jacket, he pulled out a switchblade and walked to the shore of the small lake. Henry followed suit, curious as ever, and so did Emma.

The slight discomfort of the blade slicing his palm open made him shiver, a passing pain that helped amplify the tension he was feeling. He extended his arm out, tightening his fist to let a few droplets of blood fall into the dark waters below.

At first, nothing happened, the water stopped rippling the moment it swallowed the last drop and stayed still. Then, an inexplicable feeling washed over Killian, something akin to anticipation. The hairs on the back of his neck and arms rose.

A pale mist lazily approached them, sliding above the water without disturbing it. To Killian, it appeared as if he’d gone back in time, calves deep in the chilly water and his mother’s terrified cries piercing the air. Next to him, it had been his brother to clamp a hand over his shoulder, ready to shield him from any evil, and not his son tightening his fingers around the buttery leather of his jacket.

His lungs filled with cold air once more, and all around him everything quieted down: no bird sang, and the distant laughter of children faded, leaving an eerie silence upon them.

When he swept his eyes over the horizon, Killian couldn’t help but squint, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he studied the shadow behind the mist. The unmistakable shape of a tiny island seemed to have come out of nowhere. It must be just an illusion, he told himself, knowing that island couldn’t be actually there. But if I could call her here, perhaps it appears wherever she’s needed.

Although he wished he could keep wondering and making theories about her magic, Killian’s attention was averted from the island to the lake.

Tall, proud auger shells were the first thing they saw emerging from the water, and Killian couldn’t help but look down at Henry to gauge his reaction.

Pure wonder shone in the kid’s eyes, so impossibly wide, much like his mouth, hanging open as he witnessed something he never thought he would see.

The shells crowned a waterfall of ebony hair with shiny pearls intertwined in the silky strands, but what was most beautiful was not the white gown that spoke of ages past, or her delicate and innocent face, with eyes as green as seaweed and a smile that could bring any man to his knees.

No, the most beautiful thing was the sword fluctuating over her open palms.

It emanated a bright light, but Killian could still make out its form, though it was probably a trick of his own mind; he had, after all, spent many hours cataloguing its every curve and engraving and searching the meaning behind the decorations on the hilt.

«Killian Jones. It’s been a long time.»

The woman spoke with the voice of an angel, surreal and enchanting. She glided over the water without disturbing it, her dry figure finally reaching the shore. There, she stopped, eyes falling on Henry and then on Emma, features shifting.

Her expression startled Killian: she was heartbroken.

Sad eyes lifted to meet his. «You are enduring a harsh curse, my King, fated to live a half life and separated from those you love.» She tilted her head, not accusatory, just confused. «Why haven’t you called upon him, I wonder?»

A muscle pulsed in Killian’s jaw. He should have known the question would come. «I wished not to speak with him, for he would give me no answer to my questions, nor a solution for this curse. Both of you speak in riddles, my Lady, and this is no such time for those.»

As if chastised, the woman bent her head, but a small smile played on her lips. «I see,» she commented, reassuming her position. «I was surprised when Excalibur reappeared, I worried something had happened to your family. And yet, I knew you were not dead, nor was your heir.»

«This curse,» Killian began, waving his hand around, the blood now dry and uncomfortably coating his palm, «swept my home away, and all it contained with it. I assumed the sword wouldn’t just disappear, but I did not realize it could be so easily retrieved until-»

«Until the man you have loathed your whole life suggested you look here?»

Killian cursed the voice and the man it belonged to. Of bloody course, he thought, spinning around to see a hooded figure walking past the line of trees. It reminded him of the first time they met, only they were miles and miles away from the illuminated cave.

«Merlin,» Killian gritted through his teeth.

«Merlin?» Henry squeaked, looking up at his father. «That Merlin?»

A low, warm chuckle came from beneath the hood as hands came up to pull it back and reveal the infamous sorcerer.

After all those years, the man hadn’t changed at all, both in appearance and methods. He still seemed to be in his early thirties at most, and yet had the ability to appear ageless, with a tawny complexion and short, black hair, not at all what Killian had expected Merlin to look like, anticipating an old man with a long beard and a pointy hat instead. On his face was the usual, enigmatic smile that still riled Killian up.

«Aye, lad, that Merlin,» the sorcerer replied, walking over to them. His deep brown eyes seemed to smile as well as he talked to Henry, whose mouth was still hanging open in shock.

Licking his lips, Killian glared at the newcomer. True, Merlin had asked him not to blame Gold, and true, there was nothing to blame, not really. Besides, Killian knew when to admit he was wrong--treating Gold like he was the enemy hadn’t prevented Regina from casting the curse and damning them all.

«Cool,» Henry breathed, eyes shining with wonder, before looking up at his father. «So you are a descendant of King Arthur?»

Before Killian could answer, Merlin spoke. «It’s slightly more complicated than that, I fear. When he died, Arthur didn’t have an heir to whom he would pass his legacy on. I prophesied Arthur would come back when his kingdom needed him the most. The ability to see the future is tricky, and rarely gives a clear answer.»

Killian couldn’t help but chortle at those words, blatantly ignoring Merlin’s glare.

«I had my theories about how said prophecy would be fulfilled, and one of them involved reincarnation. Now, your father is his own person, of course, it’s not as if Arthur is trapped inside of him, dormant, nothing like that. Their souls, however, are intertwined.»

Henry was as confused as Killian had been the first and only time he talked with Merlin. Although Killian did know more about magic than he had when he was eleven, not even he could wrap his head around the concept of reincarnation and his soul being tied to the King of Camelot, the once and future King. Monarchy is not quite dead, but nobody would ever call me “King”, nor do I want them to.

«My King,» a gentle voice called out to get his attention.

Killian couldn’t help but blush at that, forcing himself not to look at Emma who, he imagined, was surely interested in what was happening as much as their son.

«Aye, my Lady?»

The Lady of the Lake, who had introduced herself as Nimue the first time they met, gave him a contrite smile. «I fear my magic won’t last for much longer. We must make haste.»

«Nimue is right, Killian. I can feel myself weakening with every second,» Merlin added, an apologetic expression etching his features.

«Why can’t you stay and help us?» Henry asked, almost pleading. To have someone as powerful as Merlin on their side would smooth their way to success.

The sorcerer gave him a pained, sorrowful smile. «The curse prevents Avalon from fully manifesting itself. Nimue and I are both just a realistic illusion. Only Excalibur is immune to the dark magic at work here, and thus it can be returned to its true master.»

Killian nodded, turning to the Lady. A shiver ran down his spine when he realized he could see through her, now, the shape of Avalon almost fading as well.

Nimue smiled kindly, like a proud mother. «I return Excalibur to you, my King. May it serve you well against the darkness.»

Feeling his heart thundering in his chest, Killian stepped forward. The moment his fingers wrapped around the grip, he felt as though a surge of magic had shot right through him, lighting up his blood and awakening something buried deep within his soul. Just like the first time.

Solemnly, Killian drew the sword in front of him, letting it stand tall with the setting sun catching the edge of the blade. Unlike when he first wielded it, Killian felt something else awakening inside of him, the knowledge that he now had a purpose and that he wouldn’t have peace until it was fulfilled.

When he lowered the sword, Killian bent his head. «Thank you, my Lady,» he said solemnly, only to watch her disappear into thin air soon after with one last, encouraging smile on her face.

A slight pressure on his shoulder made him lift his eyes to meet Merlin’s, his form slightly less transparent than Nimue’s but fading still. «I trust you won’t use the sword unless you have no other choice. Remember, even the smallest cut can condemn someone to death.»

A nick is all I need, Killian thought to himself, nodding. He glanced furtively at Henry, who was listening to the conversation as well. «Excalibur will serve its purpose, Merlin. I will be careful.»

The only reason why Killian had not thought about a gun or his own magic was because he had no clue whether Regina had somehow found an enchantment to shield herself. If he shot her, she would stop the bullet mid-air; if he cast a spell, she could counterattack. Excalibur, however, was immune to any kind of magic.

It was a good thing that he’d kept his true nature hidden all these years, otherwise who knew what Regina might have done. Thankfully, she wouldn’t be able to wield the sword, for it turned to dust when touched by anyone who wasn’t worthy.

This would make things easier, though.

Merlin studied Killian’s face, reluctantly accepting his words. «I bid you farewell, then, Killian. Master Henry. Lady Emma.»

Killian watched mutely as the wizard disappeared and the air suddenly became lighter. In the distance, birds began to sing again.

«So,» Henry started, slowly, «you are a king. And you have a magic sword.»

Killian scratched behind his ear, looking at Emma as if she could help him. There was a look in her eyes that said “you’re on your own, buddy”, and he knew her well enough to be sure that she would be looking at them with her arms crossed over her chest and a raised eyebrow. What would he have given to see her standing just like that.

At last, Killian returned his attention to Henry. «Aye. It’s… difficult to accept, I know, and I will understand if you aren’t able to-»

«Dad,» Henry cut him off, frowning, «how could I not accept something so cool?»

Killian almost choked on his breath. «Cool?»

Henry nodded. «Cool.» He shrugged. «It doesn’t change who you are, Dad, you are and always will be my hero, as is Mom. You being a king doesn’t change anything to my eyes. You are my Dad. You could turn into a blobfish every time you touched water and I wouldn’t love you any less.»

For the fraction of a moment, Killian saw Henry’s words become true in front of his eyes. It took all he had not to shudder and focus on his son’s words instead, love spreading through him like a tidal wave that touched every inch of his body. He wrapped his free arm around Henry’s shoulder, drawing him to his chest and hugging him tightly. With a deep sigh, Killian bent his head and kissed the top of Henry’s hair, eyes closing in bliss.

Henry’s thin arms wrapped around his torso and hugged him just as tightly. Killian didn’t actually care whether he could breathe or not.

Soon, too soon, Killian felt the call of the moon, the curse reaching out to him again. They needed to get away from there soon.

With another kiss on Henry’s forehead, Killian said: «Come, we need to go back to the pawnshop. The sun is about to set and we there’s so much to do.»

Henry’s eyes widened, knowing all too well that he had to get back to the house soon, or Regina would send a search party. This breaks the routine, he thought restlessly, tightening his grip on his father.

«Is it time already?» he whispered with a small voice.

Killian sighed, sensing his son’s fear. «After so many sunsets?» he murmured almost to himself. He would’ve fought with all his being to keep Henry by his side, and would’ve sacrificed the chance of sharing a complete life with Emma if it meant keeping their son away from Regina tonight, but he also knew Henry, and he would’ve not let them lose the only chance they had of finally being reunited.

Slowly, Killian started towards the trees, Henry beneath his arm. He glanced at the swan on the other side of their son. «Did you hear, love? I’m cool.»

The sound Emma made, something that could probably be classified as a scoff, had her two boys succumbing to a fit of laughter.

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The pawnshop was closed to the public, but not to the three figures moving in the shadows created by the setting sun.

They entered through the back door Mr. Gold had left open for them; they arrived to find the wizard bent over several open tomes scattered over the table. When he looked up and saw Henry, his expression softened and a smile curved his lips.

«I see you kept alive the family motto,» he observed, using irony to conceal his relief and glee. His eyes fell on the sword in Killian’s hand. «Ah, you’ve found what you were looking for.»

Killian’s eyes narrowed, noticing the light in Mr. Gold’s eyes. He knew he had nothing to fear, Excalibur had its own self-defense mechanism and he was sure the wizard wouldn’t be immune to that, as powerful as he was. Yet, the thought of someone else wielding that sword just felt… wrong.

Safely in Henry’s arms, Emma started to grow restless. Killian looked at her, sensing the curse start to claim him.

As if reading their thoughts, Gold announced: «I took the liberty of preparing a room upstairs. It’s not been used in a while, but it’s safe.» He gestured to a tiny door on the other side of the room.

Killian’s jaw clenched, but not because of the thoughtfulness of the wizard: he didn’t want to shift and lose time with Henry, not now that they’d finally found one another. However, he couldn’t let his son see the transformation, he couldn’t be the cause of more heartbreak.

Slowly, Killian knelt in front of Henry, looking up at those wide hazel eyes that had already seen too much for their young age. «I need to steal your mother away for a few moments, lad. I wish I didn’t have to say goodbye to you this way, that I could stay, but soon the sun will set and I-» He cut himself off, shaking his head to put an order to his thoughts. «I will understand if you don’t want to see me as a wolf, after-»

«Dad,» it was Henry’s turn to cut him off, «do you remember what I said about the blobfish thing? It goes for wolves as well. And, wolves are cooler than blobfishes.»

Killian couldn’t help but chuckle at that. He stood, kissing the top of Henry’s head as he effortlessly gathered the swan in one arm. «Come, then, love.»

The swan protested, almost snapped her beak at Killian, who arched an eyebrow.

«Come on, Mom, go. I will wait here,» Henry reassured her, smoothing the feathers on the neck still wrapped around her boy’s shoulders.

Reluctantly, she let go, neck twisting to circle Killian’s as if trying to make up for the warmth she just lost.

Bending forward to wrap his other arm around Henry, carefully maneuvering Excalibur around, Killian placed another kiss on top of Henry’s head and hugged him tight. «Take care of our Lady Swan, tell her I love her,» he murmured in his ear, almost choking on the words. «You two are my life, my last and best reason for living.»

Henry’s arms seemed to want to bruise Killian’s ribs, but he didn’t care.

Killian conceded himself another minute before stepping away. He turned to Gold, who had gone back to his books, giving them as much privacy as he could. «Thank you,» he said, not bothered in the slightest. It was true, he was thankful, and now, he understood Merlin’s words better. Besides, as much as he might not like it, the man was in love with Belle and had changed. Perhaps they would never be friends, but he might not mind having the wizard around.

Gold raised his head and nodded, thus burying the hatchet. «The lad and I will prepare hot chocolate for Mrs. Jones.» He looked at the grandfather clock, then at Henry. «I’m afraid the time at your disposal is running out.»

It was almost six in the evening, and though the curse might have changed some aspects of most people’s routine, Henry didn’t want to push his luck. Having to spend another night in that dreadful house wouldn’t be as bad now that he knew his torture would end tomorrow.

With another tight, heartfelt hug, Killian forced himself to leave his son downstairs, along with his heart.

The apartment above the shop was tiny, suspended in time, just like the rest of the town. It opened over a kitchen and a living room, with a corridor on the opposite side, one door on the left and one on the right.

As he peered inside the door on the left, he was pleasantly surprised to see the sack with his belongings on the bed, along with an old-looking sheath. His eyebrows shot upwards. Can’t say the man doesn’t think of everything.

After sheathing Excalibur, Killian placed the sword next to the bed, a bed Emma had made herself comfortable on. He knew she was tired, he was as well, but the knowledge that she could soon hug their son was enough to keep her awake.

Begrudgingly, Killian began undressing, not wanting to tear those clothes apart, too.

The bedroom faced west, ironically enough, the last rays of sun casting a golden orange light that made everything appear ethereal. Even Emma’s swan form seemed to glow. Had it not been so heartbreaking, Killian would’ve been fascinated.

It was not often that they changed like this, trying to catch a glimpse of each other in that fraction of a second the sun needed to completely fall behind the horizon. After the first few times, the cognizance that they couldn’t touch or talk to one another made it even more heartbreaking, crushing all hope they had left.

If he closed his eyes, Killian could see her naked form, spun gold hair curling over the creamy skin of her back, a goddess before his eyes. He fought back tears, sitting cross-legged on the side of the bed, one arm outstretched to caress her neck, imagining that there he would roll a strand of her golden hair between thumb and forefinger, wondering why that goddess had chosen him.

Painfully, Killian forced himself to open his eyes. He felt the curse grip him so tightly his bones almost snapped in a half.

Not yet, he pleaded, but even if they wept for the star-crossed lovers, neither the sun or all the stars in the sky could stall long enough to let them steal a moment of happiness.

«I love you,» he murmured, wishing he could shift in a way that allowed him to still touch her.

Without thinking twice, Killian used the last of his human will to lie on the bed next to Emma, knowing that Fenrir would never hurt her.

Fighting the light, he kept his eyes trained on her, gritting his teeth against the pain.

Emma’s eyes shone with heartbreak. She was this close to placing her head over his chest when she felt the same pain snapping her bones and elongating them.

Neither could define how shifting worked, though she was pretty sure it was almost the same thing Ruby went through every full moon - at least for Killian. Emma, on the other hand, had nothing to compare that sensation to, but after years, she’d learned to live with it.

Will I miss it, somehow?, she found herself wondering, another sign that her body was about to become hers once more.

The return of conscious thought was even more proof that the change was near, so near she could taste the magic on her tongue, even.

She stared right into Killian’s eyes, not wanting to miss any single moment, this time, the last sunset they’d have to spend apart.

Her heart started to beat faster in her chest, and suddenly, her small body elongated, feathers turned into skin and the world she’d lived in since dawn tilted on its axis, and she felt more like herself, more human.

Or maybe, just human.

She opened her eyes, which had fallen shut in the midst of the change. Her vision wasn’t entirely right, not what she was used to in her human form, but she could see him, she could see how blue were his eyes, how long lashes framed them and the memory of them fluttering against her cheek when they kissed washed over her.

A sob caught in her throat, as she lifted a very much human hand towards him, wanting, yearning to touch him but scared to do so. She felt tears filling her eyes. He was so beautiful, with the rays of the sun highlighting those tiny specks of gold in his irises.

The light filtered between her fingers, creating a distorted shadow over his jaw, as if she was caressing him. She didn’t dare speak, marvelling that she was finally conscious enough to treasure that moment. Was it the curse on the town that, somehow, allowed them a bit of respite and peace, even just for a long, endless second, more than what they ever had?

And then, as soon as Emma felt a spark of relief blooming in her heart, the sun disappeared beyond the horizon, and Killian changed into the most beautiful wolf she’d ever seen.

The hand she’d lifted in front of her fell almost lifeless on the luscious, soft pelt, nothing like the skin she now barely remembered.

The tears she’d pushed back broke the dam of her self-control, and Emma could only bury her face in the wolf’s neck and cry, because yes, it all would be over soon, but it didn’t mean the separation hurt less.

-/-

There was no need for a leather jacket inside the shop, but Emma wouldn’t be separated from it, just like she couldn’t be separated from her son.

They were sitting next to each other, her arm wrapped around his tiny shoulders and her lips always finding their way to his forehead. On the other side of Henry, sat the wolf, his head on the boy’s lap. As he’d declared earlier, Henry wasn’t scared of Fenrir; in fact, he was quite taken with him, scratching behind his ears like he would any dog.

Perhaps we should get one, Emma thought quietly to herself, remembering their life before the curse, when she and Killian were debating dogs. They had also talked about having another kid, but…

Emma banished the thought, it was not the time to think about that. They would have time, after.

The plan Gold had come up with was solid, tricky, yes, but Killian would be distraction enough to allow the wizard to conjure the magic. Even if magic came and the eclipse didn’t happen immediately, Regina had not spent the last two years learning new spells and tricks. They had to confide that her abilities were rusty and that she would have the same difficulties she always had.

Her other hand lifted the mug of hot chocolate that was slowly getting cold. After one sip, she leaned her cheek on Henry’s hair, breathing in his scent, glaring at the grandfather clock ticking time away. Every tick-tock meant another second lost, her time with her son running out. It was unfair that Killian had had more time with him, but there was no one else to blame but Regina. Emma could never resent her husband for that, especially not after all this time.

«It’s about time you head back, Henry,» Gold murmured, limping into the room. He’d given them time to be alone with each other, no talk of what tomorrow would bring.

Emma felt like growling, but she was beaten to it by Killian, his growl low and menacing. But Henry only sighed in defeat, dropping his head.

If it were up to her, Emma wouldn’t have let him go back to Regina’s house. How could she, as a mother, allow that? True, Henry would do it without a second thought, but Emma was having a hard time accepting it. She wanted to keep him in her arms and never let go.

«Mom,» Henry murmured, squeezing her in a side hug. God, how she’d missed him calling her that, Mom. She almost started to cry again. «I have to go. I will be fine. Now that I know that you two are here, there’s nothing I fear.»

She couldn’t contain the sob that erupted from her throat, and she hugged him even tighter. My boy, my wonderful, brave boy. She wasn’t surprised by the young man he’d grown up to be, bearing the knowledge of being all alone in the town he was raised in, but it was painful that she had not been there for him in the time of need.

But she was here now, and she wouldn’t let the fear of losing her son again keep her from doing her duty. It would be painful, much more than being in Misthaven and knowing that he was here, but she would resist, and hold on to the promise that, tomorrow, everything would be over, that her family would be whole once again.

Just one more day.

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