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celebrating the holidays on tumblr a little differently this year. in the past, i haven’t done a whole lot through my rp blogs to celebrate, and this year i wanted to change that. and what better way than to shine some light on the handful of rp partners i’ve had over the last 4 years that have made my time here so much better than it could’ve ever been without them?

please note there is no order to these, and i adore every one of the people i will be posting about to the max

12 Baes of Christmas

Sam aka @imnotthesavior @mommajxnes @drinksrum

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“I’m glad you like it, Kil, I really am-- but, love, it could use a wash.” It had been a silly purchase, one on a whim because it had caught her eye and she thought it would bring out his. And it did. And when he smiled at her after pulling it over his head for the first time it took her back to the first time she got those butterflies in her stomach. “Perhaps I should have bought two.”

 The pirate rolled his eyes, James’ line of thinking enough to make an amused grin appear on his face. “And here I was thinking you wanted to be romantic, but you’re talking like a bloody dog in heat.” He grabbed his rum, finishing it off and gesturing to the bartender for another. James’ view towards women was very much a call back to his pirating days (that is, before Milah). Bed the woman after sunset and be gone before sunup. It had been a fine way to live if you were just interested in fulfilling certain needs, and the passion of one fiery night with no commitments. But it was hardly romancing. Romancing took time, effort.

              “Money, title…all well and good. But…transient, as you now see. But what about the person behind those, then? Have you ever tried leading things not as Prince James but just James?”

James nearly scoffed at Killian’s words, but the pirate had a point. The truth was, he wasn’t after some temporary fling, a quick release with no feeling or commitment behind it. The world might be due to end in the forseeable future, but - James Nolan wanted a relationship. He’d been more shocked to discover that about himself than he imagined anyone who knew him could possibly be. It’s those damn Charmings and their stupid happy little family. They’ve corrupted me. 

 It was obvious to Killian that this conversation, at least on James’ end, had taken a departure from the lighthearted casual chatter that it had been a minute ago. “Hey now. A bloody car can’t hold a candle to a magnificent ship such as mine.” Killian leaned forward, trained eyes scanning James curiously and with some modicum of concern. What had he said? The other man was practically crumpling in on himself, his whole demeanor screaming anxiety and rid of the other’s usual easy-going manner.

                      “We can drop it,” he affirmed, brow furrowing. He stepped closer, his steady hand grasping James’ shoulder. “James.” He ducked his head a little, trying to catch the other man’s frantic gaze. “What’s the matter, mate?”

James could feel his temper clawing its way up his throat, battling against the panic that trapped him in, and he knew if he didn’t get control of himself soon he’d end up lashing out at possibly the only friend he had in this damned town. When the hand clasped down on his shoulder, he almost wrenched away from the touch in an automatic flinch, but he held himself firm. Do not show weakness, James. A prince does not have weaknesses.