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June 2012
Odd. Interesting. A little disturbing, because I prefer my boys being boys full time, but it works. :D
Appropriate is boring.
January 2016
Almost four years later, and I don't remember this story at all, but my opinion has taken a definite turn. Genderswap is a beautiful thing. Gender fluidity is something I'm trying hard to understand but appreciate nonetheless.
And I still love this quote.^^
“I'm confident we'll make it indefinitely if it's up to us but I'm worried about what we can't control; about what could take you away from me. I don't want to miss any chances with you.”
Okay, I admit it. It is worth it. But such a long and exhausting (and delicious) journey it was!
Quotes (not Sin and Boyd related):
How would you like to be in the middle of a Vega sandwich?"---Carhart kept his expression completely neutral, knowing that Emilio was lying through his perfect teeth... Hehe.---"I could tell you knew, by the way. Those baby blues don't hide guilt so well."---"You don't need to talk to Zachary like that," Emilio said abruptly...---"Oh." Emilio stared at him, seeming to consider that. "I dunno. I guess workin' with you reminds me of workin' with Zachary and I always defer important decisions to him." Sin stared at him before shaking his head and pulling out his gun. "And you say I'm the one with a blond obsession." Emilio's expression morphed into a glare and he cocked his own weapon. "Shut the fuck up."---Emilio's grin turned into an outright leer. "Oh, come on, Zachary. You can't deny that Vega meat is the tastiest kind."---Emilio stared at Carhart and his fingers once again flexed absently at his sides as if he wanted to do something with them and was having trouble stopping himself. His jaw clenched and unclenched and his long black eyelashes lowered over his impossibly vivid green eyes that once again traveled along the length of Carhart...."Stop looking at me like you want to fuck me."Emilio's expression didn't change but once again he swallowed thickly, shifting and absently curling his hands into fists. "But I do want to fuck you."..."Maybe," Emilio agreed, his gaze focused squarely and quite obviously on Carhart's mouth. "But you sure did enjoy railing me, didn't you?" Carhart stood up straight, staring down his nose at Emilio. "Temporary disassociation due to abnormal immersion with a cover identity." Emilio's eyes narrowed and snapped up to meet Carhart's hard gaze. The field agent stepped back finally, frustration obvious in his face. "Is that still what you're telling yourself, Zachary?"---"Fine," Emilio snapped finally, his voice thick with anger and something less identifiable. "Fuck you, then." "No thanks. That's the point."......Carhart and he couldn't help the tiny smile that wanted to cross his mouth. It felt good to be the one in control. It does feel good. Why then do I want to hurt you badly... Zach?---"Do you know what I could do to you right now, Zachary?" he whispered in Carhart's ear, nuzzling the side of the other man's face as he did so.Carhart growled and turned his face away from Emilio's lips. "I could flexicuff you to the headboard and fuck you whether you liked it or not," Emilio murmured in his other ear, pressing his mouth hard against it.---"--always wanted to be the one thinking you was controlling the situation, pulling the fucking strings. And now you got to be the one fucking with my mind, leading me around like a fucking dog trying to get a bone, knowing goddamn well that-- that I'm not fucking-- that you--" Emilio's voice was starting to sound thick, emotional; frustrated and angry. The alcohol was making his tongue loose and making him say things he'd never say sober.---Emilio flinched away from the words and he looked up briefly. His lips were parted slightly, his round eyes wide and slightly unfocused. He looked distraught, confused, and slightly frightened. Carhart didn't think he'd ever seen so much raw emotion on the other man's face. The other man's mood swings were going faster and more dramatically than ever.---"--give a shit who's at the fucking door. You always find a goddamn reason." It was Emilio's voice, snarling at Carhart, who had been the one to open the door.---"And he thinks he's got me all figured the fuck out. Every time I say anything he thinks he knows why or what I'm really thinking. He thinks he's got everything so well in hand and in order but he's always the first one to back down and run away when he feels cornered," Emilio continued to rant..---"Sometimes," Emilio said in a low dangerous voice. "Sometimes I get so fucking angry I just imagine myself killing him. That's how crazy he drives me. Sometimes I just want him to fucking die so I won't be like this no more."---When Carhart finally looked at his former partner and former friend, for the first time in years he wasn't struck by the pain he saw there. For the first time he didn't wonder what could be causing the darkness in those typically carefree eyes. For the first time he didn't care. "Get out." Emilio left. For the first time, he didn't come back.
“You could say this advice is priceless,” she said, “Are you listening?”“Yes,” said Tiffany.“Good. Now...if you trust in yourself...”“Yes?”“...and believe in your dreams...”“Yes?”“...and follow your star...” Miss Tick went on.“Yes?”“...you'll still be beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy. Goodbye.”
Not the best, but it has its moments.
Not at all what I expected. A nice change of pace, compared to what I've been reading recently.
And it's a book with freaking fairy tales! Do you know how long it's been since the last time I read fairy tales? Because I honestly can't remember.
My favourites so far:
The Innkeeper's StoryDrunk ButterfliesDragon StewMad Finnegan - Intense. I loved it.
The QuestThe Selkie No One Wanted
If life is a book, then the pages are being written as we speak; if the end is already written, and we skip ahead to read it, then it is not an ending but a beginning, and all the pages afterward are unwritten.
It is heartbreaking in more ways than one.
After all, it hasn't happened yet.
But I will willingly read it again. Not when I need fluff, or smut, or dark and twisty. Decidedly not when I need a comfort read.
When the mood is right. When I need to. When a few tears are welcome, when I need cleansing, when I'm burnt out and need something to get to me. THIS story definitely does.
Should you decide to read it, beware of the Archive Warning. Even in bold shrift, I managed to miss it. Had I seen it, I would have probably given The Eighth Tale a pass, just like I passed on the other fandoms' similar fics. (Seriously, the Sterek one, The Boy Who Ran With Wolves, wtf. So not going there. The Johnlock cancer one. Same thing. And there might have been one in the Avengers fandom. And QAF. I'm sure every fandom has at least one. Of all forms of despair, I'm glad I chose this one.) Which would have saved me a great deal of pain, but I'm still not sorry for the experience. I do read the warnings now, though. :D
Armed & Dangerous is great. My favourite so far from the whole series.
These guys make me root for them so hard!
It's all so real. I'm angry with them, in love with them, laughing at with them, crying for them. And not just Ty and Zane, but also Julian, Cameron, Preston, Nick, Deuce.
They're hilarious.
“But I'm such a punny guy,” Zane mock complained...
They're crazy. And often make me mad at them. And at the same time they make me swoon.
I will definitely reread this book. Numerous times.
“You were so goddamned perfect and yet so flawed.”
I feel so cheated! I thought I would be able to stop. Even twenty pages before the end, I thought I'd stop and have two months of crazy real life numb all the emotions before going for the next dose. And now, despite real life getting even crazier, I'm not sure I'll manage.
London is my favourite city. Doing tourist shit in London was a great experience which I'd like to repeat. Probably not as great as Owen's, but we can't all be that lucky.
I loved everything about this story - the setting, the characters, the kinks(!), the sweetness, and the ending.
It's sodding perfect.
It would have been four stars, not five, because there are elements I'm not quite satisfied with.
Like Esposito, for example.
Or Harry and Draco waiting for the last bond to say "I love you." Or how Draco's wondering whose side to take could have been made more clear, been developed differently.
Or not (much) Dumbledore present.
But there were so many things I loved about this fic.
-The Houses and character traits related to them. Showing that Harry could be a Slytherin.
-Fairly good ballance between snogging and plot.
-A good villain. And it's not even Voldemort.
-Good friends. I ♥ Pansy and Blaise.
-Shagging. LOL
-The Boy Who Blew
-Ummm... Shagging.
-Draco enjoying bottom!Draco. And his no-pressure attitude towards Harry when it came to sex.
-Who won the last Quidditch game. The job offer.
-The whole epilogue.
