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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 4 years ago

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Can you write Poly!Lost Boys x s/o x Michael? The lost boys let s/o seduce Michael into the dark side?

Oh hO HO- Okay, here you go. Making this an everyone loves Michael fic, and not including Star/Laddie.

Good Job, Michael (Poly!Lost Boys x S/O x Michael)

Word Count: 1725

Warnings: cursing, descriptions of blood/violence/gore

David's hand itched for a cigarette while he and his boys sat on their bikes. His mind was a swirl of thoughts, all of them complicated and muddled by the blondes own emotions. He knew what he had to do. Max wanted Lucy, and he thought her sons were the best way to get her. They turn Michael and Sam, and then Lucy turns. Ta-da, happy ending. But things weren't always that easy.

They sat on their bikes, knowing that somewhere, probably right at this moment, you were getting hit on. And that you were entertaining it. The thought didn't settle easy among the group, and instead it held over them like a persistent fog. Some members were more outspoken than others with their disapproval of the tactic, with Marko having been bitching about it since they woke up. He'd hesitated when letting you go, his gloved hand resting on your hip for a just a moment too long. All it did was pause you from saying goodbye to the others and you gave him a look, but he settled to just huff and wait to truly start complaining for when you left.

Paul was usually a chatterbox, but one of the least confrontational of all the boys. He preferred "peace and love, man", even if he tore into surf-nazis each night. But the way he was tapping on his bike handle and looking around gave him away. He didn't like this either, and finally he uttered out a whine of,

"Where are they?" They weren't used to letting you stray far. They rarely left eachothers sides, and their instincts were practically begging them to find you. Surprisingly, it was Dwayne that answered.

"Be patient." He said, his voice deep and bristly. He didn't like this as much as the others, that was clear by the permanent scowl on his face. His hands were gripping his handlebars, his knuckles tightening and threatening to snap the metal underneath his fingers. So much for patience.

While they all agreed that none of them liked this, David couldn't deny that another wave of emotion was clouding his mind. One that he'd carefully avoided, but resurfaced the second they saw you emerge from the crowd. Blue eyed, curly haired brunette in tow. The same feeling, the edging, burning interest of a new crush, edged his mind. One that he'd decided to keep to himself, even if the way he chose to stare at the brunette betrayed him to the others. The second the boys caught the way he was looking at the brunette, there was a sigh, small tittering, and a roll of hazel-green eyes. It didn't help that you were giving Michael the same exact goo-goo eyes.

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You hadn't expected to actually like the brunette. You knew what David wanted, what Max planned. This was supposed to just be a simple trick, something to keep Max happy and off your back. A simple necessity, like drinking blood each night. Sure, having another boy around wasn't completely unwelcome, but, again, you hadn't expected to like him.

You found him after he donned a new, obviously new, leather jacket. He had seen the boardwalk, and the teens that owned it, and was trying desperately to fit in. It made you smile, a small feeling of pity flitting through you. The poor boy was even considering getting his ear pierced. You stepped forward, offering a quick,

"It's a rip-off." To catch his attention. He turned, and his eyes found you. He was quick to follow, asking,

"What?" And you smiled. A real smile. He was clueless. It was almost cute.

"It's a rip-off. Get a sewing needle and some ice, it'll do the job." You said, and he smiled for a moment, doing his best to follow you through the crowd.

"What's your name?" He asked, and you offered it freely. He repeated it, and was quick to chirp back. "I'm Michael." He said, and you nodded. You knew. You repeated his name back, catching his eye as you did so.

You looked him over now that you were closer, and, for the shadow of a moment, you saw exactly what he could become. The faint image of a Lost Boy was hidden behind his face, and you didn't doubt that in a few weeks, if not a few nights, he would grow into that image nicely. You couldn't help but say,

"You new to Santa Carla?" You asked, and he rubbed the back of his neck before he replied,

"That obvious, huh?" He asked, and you chuckled. He was oddly charming. He was like a puppy, filled with naivety and the need to be accepted. Liked.

"Just a little bit." You said, making a pinching gesture with your fingers. "But I like the jacket." You said, and you saw how that brought a smile to his face. He touched it, like he'd almost forgot that he was wearing it. You had to stifle a laugh when he said,

"This old thing?" And you reached out. He watched your hand come towards his, and he seemed excited for a moment. Excited from the idea that you were going to take his hand. You did, but only to pull a price tag from his wrist. You held it up, and, in a moment, he flushed. You couldn't stop your laugh then, and you had to tease him.

"Old thing, huh?" You said, but you were quick to wave your own comment away. "It's nice, though. It suits you." You said, and you watched him rub his neck again. You couldn't tell if his embarrassment was from having been caught in his lie or from being complimented by you. Still, he had enough confidence to ask,

"Wanna get something to eat?" As his bike came nearer. You nodded, and you could practically feel the stare from your boys on your back.

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That was exactly what you asked him as you lead him into the dunes, the rest of your boys hooting and hollering behind you. Dwayne had thrown his arm around Marko, with Paul raising his hands teasingly at David. When you stopped near a tree, just above a partying group of teens, the laughter died. The tension had become suddenly thick, and Michael uncomfortably asked,

"I thought you said we were getting food?" He asked, and the boys snickered as they climbed into the tree. They'd been hazing him for days, even as their own feelings grew. But none of them were willing to do anything that would halt his progress, even if the tension was growing thicker between him and David. He would turn, and then they could pursue him.

You and Michael hung back for a moment, and you gave his arm a gentle squeeze. You looked at him. He had grown exactly into the image you had pictured. His cheeks were dusted with stubble, his sunglasses hanging from his white shirt. An earring hanging from his left ear. He was staring at you the same way he always did. So full of trust, naivety, and a willingness to please. Again, you found that you nearly pitied him. It's why you couldn't let him go into this completely blind, even if that had been David's plan.

"You've been having a weird pain lately, right?" You asked him, and his brows furrowed with confusion. You knew the thirst had hit him already, even if he hadn't acted on it. "And your hand." You reached for it. He'd told you about how Nanook had bitten him, but he'd skipped the detail about the mirror. His hand was now healed, as if he hadn't been bitten at all. While he wasn't the brightest, he was smart enough to realize that wasn't normal. You and the boys had succeeded in distracting him the night before, but now he had to know. "These are bad people, Michael. You don't need to feel guilty." You whispered, but he looked more confused than anything. He held your hand, giving it a squeeze. Before he could ask, you interruped, "Here, I'll show you." You said, guiding him towards the tree and then leaving him there while the boys watched you. While you'd given him just the slightest of hints, now it was time to set the plan into motion. Michael nearly followed you, only to be caught by Paul and Marko after a quick look from David. David trusted you, as did the others, as you stepped down towards the firelight.

Michael watched how the boys jeered at you, how one quickly took to your side. He was drunk, and it looked as if he planned on messing with you. The others quickly noticed you, and they circled you like a pack of wolves. The boys watched as Michael's- well, they couldn't tell if it was jealousy or protectiveness- flared, his eyes turning yellow. David smirked, and he leaned towards the brunette. Setting a hand on his shoulder, he said,

"You gonna let them do that, Michael?" And he nodded at the two blondes. They let him go, and just then one of the boys gave you a nudge. One that seemingly nearly knocked you to the ground. It was a bit of pretending on your part, but that was all it took.

His face had shifted completely, becoming almost lionesque as his fangs descended. Without the boys to grab him, he flew. You watched as they ripped and tore into the man's shoulder, knocking him flat onto his face. You watched as your boys laughed, joining him and pouncing as the surf-nazis began to try to run away. You snatched one for yourself, the blood hitting the back of your throat in a hot gush. The six of you were having a frenzy, and you tossed the limp body into the fire as the adrenaline filled your veins. You looked over at the curly haired brunette, his eyes still shining yellow instead of blue. He was panting, with blood drenched down his chin, neck, and the front of his shirt. He looked beautiful, not just to you but to the boys you had been with for- well, you couldn't remember exactly how long. He was truly one of you now, and you didn't hesitate to pull him in for a kiss. He moaned and licked at your mouth, whether to deepen it or catch the blood decorating it you couldn't tell.

When you pulled away, you caressed his stubbly cheek. His eyes had faded back to blue, but the completion of the transformation numbed any expected remorse. He simply ducked down again, capturing your lips once more, before the both of you giggled and you said,

"Good job, Michael."

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys paul #the lost boys david #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys marko #paul the lost boys #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko the lost boys #michael the lost boys #the lost boys michael #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagines

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tiptapricot · 4 years ago

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tipstie PLEASE tell me about tlb turning human/ human AU

Absolutely my dudes 👁👁 (this is also all hcs about how vampire rules work so just go with it)

So for me a human TLB AU isn’t one where they die and turn human, it’s one where Max is killed after being found out one way or another before any altercation with the boys happens, and they revert back to humans as a result

The reason this happens is because all the boys were sired by Max, and while they are technically full vampires, they aren’t independent vampires

Sires act as a sort of guardian to the vampires they turn, watching over them and guiding them until they believe they’re ready to take care of themselves

This is why they have a certain level of control, influence, and power over the vampires they turn, they have a bond

When sires think the vampires they’ve turned are ready to make it on their own, they sever that bond with a ritual that relinquishes complete autonomy to their vampires

But Max never did this

He wanted a family, and families have to stick together, so until his death he still clung to that small sliver of control over the boys, and that last step to complete and independent vampirism remained incomplete

And so, when Max is killed, there’s a sort of backlash, a glitch

The bond is broken, but broken wrong, and the small piece of the boys that’s still human, the piece that still remains deep down, starts clawing it’s way out

It hits Marko first, since was turned most recently, chills and fever and body wracking pain, like his body is eating itself from the inside out

It’s nothing like any of them have ever seen or heard of before, and they don’t know what to do but sit with him and try to lessen the fever

Paul follows a few hours later, exactly the same, and Dwayne helps David carry the two of them a little over halfway to the Emerson house before he collapses too

David gets them the rest of the way there, feeling worse and worse the longer he goes

He knocks on the door and Michael opens it, and David only manages a raspy “Need your help, Michael,” before he’s pitching forward into his arms

The next week or so is a blur

Michael convinces Lucy and Grandpa to help, and for Sam to keep the Frogs away while they figure out what’s going on

Star calls that night, and says she and Laddie were out when they felt themselves change back, and that she didn’t wait to find out why

She caught a bus to her cousin’s place in LA and took Laddie with her, but wanted to make sure Michael was ok

He says he’s fine, and promises to call again with more details, since “it’s a little hard to explain right now” and they hang up with plans to talk that weekend

Meanwhile the boys are going in and out of feverish half awake states, never lucid enough to do anything except drink water and groan. The Emersons take care of them in shifts, and Michael helps Grandpa research what might be happening to them. They don’t find a lot

Marko is the first to come out of it, after about three days

He’s groggy and confused, waking up to Lucy wiping his forehead with a damp towel

She gives him something to drink and helps him sit up, but there’s something... wrong

There’s a weight in his chest, a thrumming, heavy heartbeat, expanding lungs, heat

He’s breathing again, he’s alive again

He’s human

Paul wakes up in the middle of that night, to Michael in the room this time. After getting the general “you’re human but we don’t know why” pitch, he’s taken to a guest bedroom where he finds Marko curled up on the bed. He slides in behind him and pulls him close, and he knows Marko isn’t asleep because he can feel him shaking

Marko’s always been good at crying quietly

Paul’s pretty personable as they wait for David and Dwayne to wake up. He talks with the family and reads comics on the living room couch, and fetches food and stuff for Marko, who’s basically refusing to leave the guest room

Being back in a human body is bringing back too many memories for him of the shitty life he escaped from, and he’s having a hard time dealing with it

But Paul is there, and the Emersons are alright, and he’s eventually able to be coaxed out to have an actual meals with the family, and that’s nice too

Dwayne wakes up the Saturday after the boys first arrive, in one of the rare times no one was in the room to keep an eye on him and David

He interrupts breakfast by barreling into the living room looking extremely lost and worried, and shakily rushes over to pull Paul and Marko into a hug when he sees them staring wide eyed at him from the table

“Couldn’t hear you...” he mumbles into Marko’s hair. “Can’t hear either of you anymore...”

Lucy has him join them at the table and gets him his own plate of food, and they explain what they know. It still isn’t a lot, but it does give him a reason as to why the mental link the boys had is gone

The following days are strangely quiet. Michael and Lucy help the boys adjust, reminding them to eat and helping them when they forget they don’t have super strength or magic healing

The boys start talking more too, mostly out of necessity since they can’t communicate mentally anymore (which Marko thinks is extremely annoying) but also because life in the Emerson house is... surprisingly comfortable

Michael explains the whole thing to Star over the phone, and after a moment she laughs

“Maybe they needed this,” she tells him, “maybe this is good.”

A week and a half after the boys arrive, two things happen: David finally wakes up, and the Frogs find out who the mysterious house guests Sammy’s been keeping them away from are

David comes to in a dim room, with Michael dozing against the wall

He grunts and pushes himself up, and only just registers the heat of his own blood and the scratch of breathing in the back of his throat when there’s a commotion from somewhere outside

Michael wakes up with a slight flinch, rubbing a hand over his face, and makes eye contact with David right as the door slams open and Dwayne, Marko, and Paul come rushing in, followed quickly by the Frog brothers and a frantic Sam

It takes a bit of explaining, but they eventually come to an understanding

The Frogs are still a bit hesitant to believe the boys are human, but it’s not like real vampires could walk in the sunlight or show up in the hall mirror, so that’s good enough for them

The boys continue living with the Emersons after that

They find ways to help out here and there, with cleaning or dinner or dishes or farm work

Sleep schedules become basically non existent as well, and it’s a common occurrence to find at least one person up at all hours of the night

Each of the boys has... a moment or two, where it really settles in that they’re human again

For Marko, it’s when he pokes himself while trying to resew one of his patches. He hisses when he pricks his thumb, and when the blood beads up on the pad of his finger he just... stares at it. It doesn’t heal right away, and he can’t even smell it. He sucks on it to try and make it go away, and tasting blood again, when it no longer has the same rush or necessity, makes him cringe. He puts a band aid on it, and doesn’t mention it to anyone.

For Paul, it’s when he goes to a concert on the beach. He manages to get lost in the music, in the crowd, in the loud drums and the guitar riffs and the warm press of bodies and the intoxicating energy, and he doesn’t, not once, think about sinking his teeth into anyone around him. He only realizes about halfway through the second song that he’s actually hearing the music, too, instead of it just being the background noise for a cacophony of heartbeats. He goes home that night drunk on sound and life, and doesn’t know if he’s ever been happier in his life.

For Dwayne, it’s when he has his first cup of hot chocolate after turning back. It’s at the beginning of winter, and everyone is crammed together on the couch to break in the TV that Sam finally convinced Grandpa and Lucy to get. Michael and Sam are bickering about what movie to watch, Paul and Marko are having an animated conversation with the Frogs from their place on the floor, and Lucy and grandpa are laughing about something in the kitchen. They come out a bit later with snacks and drinks, and Dwayne is handed a big mug of cocoa with a heaping helping of whipped cream and marshmallows. He takes a sip without really thinking, and then stops. There’s a moment, when he just feels the warmth spread through his chest and belly, and then all at once it’s like he’s hit with this wave of emotions he can’t quite place, familiarity and relief and joy, and there are tears mixing with his whipped cream mustache. The movie is good, but the cocoa is definitely better.

For David, the first time is when he goes outside after waking up. He’d seen the sunlight through the windows, and knew it didn’t hurt him anymore, but feeling it, actually smelling the fresh air and hearing the birds and cicadas and feeling a warm breeze... it’s a little overwhelming. Michael finds him sitting on the back porch wiping at his eyes, and joins him

The second time is when he notices that his roots are showing, that his hair is growing again. Any cutting or dying was effectively permanent when he was a vampire, since their hair didn’t grow, but now... Getting a reminder that his body is living and changing again is strange. He decides to let it grow out a bit, just to see where it goes

The boys are very touchy with everyone. They were already before they turned back, but now that cuddles involve body heat, they happen much more often

So do visits to the mall, oddly enough. Lucy takes them once to get them some new clothes, and they have way too much fun popping in and out of different shops and all trying to fit in the photo booth at once. They may, technically, get banned from a few stores for causing too much of a ruckus, but that doesn’t stop them from coming back

Dwayne and David both get really into cooking, and Paul and Marko experiment a lot with mixing different things to “remember what tastes good” again. Usually doesn’t have the best outcomes, but they’re definitely adventurous

David forgets he has to sleep sometimes, but he’ll be out like a rock if anyone pulls him into bed or lets him lean on them while watching TV

Overall, adjusting is strange for all of them, but there’s a goodness to it too. Even when things are hard they figure them out eventually, and no matter what they always have each other

It feels like a new life, a new start, where they can finally get things right

Headcanons masterpost

#the fruit is talking again #the fruit is headcanoning again #tlb #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #michael emerson #sam emerson #lucy emerson #david the lost boys #marko the lost boys #paul the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #the fruit is answering again

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pl-panda · 4 years ago

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To Marry a Vigilante: Part 14

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To Marry a Vigilante: Part 14

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“Tt. I will cut that stupid harlot into pieces.” Damian scowled. He, Allegra, Claude, Jon, Felix, Marinette, and Chloé sat at one of the prime tables in the cafeteria. His wife just finished telling them what happened after the initiation meeting.

“Maybe we don’t immediately jump to murder?” Claude suggested.

“I agree. We don’t have a place to hide a body yet.” Chloé supplied.

“That’s not what… nevermind.” Allegra sighed.

“Dami! I appreciate the thought, but maybe keep it as plan Z?”

“Plan Z is where I need more than one body bag.” He grumbled but nodded. “But we can postpone it.”

“Okay. Let’s act rationally and focus on prevention. Teachers will be useless.” Felix chose to act as the voice of reason.

“I really hoped it would be different than Paris…” Marinette moaned.

“It is. If they actually catch her, she will be expelled. But you’re not exactly the headmaster’s favorite person while Erica seems to be held high by him. We would need a solid proof and she is cunning.” Claude explained.

“Remember Lucy Hunt?” Allegra asked. “She did something to attract Erica’s wrath and she had to move to Metropolis after she had a mental breakdown. Nothing was ever proven and to the naked eye it would look like a series of coincidences.”

“So she is smarter than Lila?” The shorter Parisian asked, worried about what was to come.

“Nah. She just knows how to talk with the right people.” Claude dismissed.

“First order of business would be to ensure she has nothing real to hurt you with.” Felix started.

Damian and Marinette shared a worried gaze before the boy spoke. “The site is foolproof. Drake made sure to use some of the best technology we have to protect it. Not even a super AI can hack it.” He subtly nodded his head to where Max and Markov ate. Kim and Alix were with them. The skater girl looked really upset. “Same with social media. Short of an alien invasion or if someone physically broke into where we hid the servers, you’re safe on that front.”

It clearly took a lot of weight from her shoulders.

“Okay, now onto blackmail?”

“Tt. That’s not something to discuss where we can be overheard.” Damian quickly shut that topic down.

“Right. Sorry.” Jon rubbed the back of his neck.

“Don’t worry, Kent. I’m covering that front.” Chloé smirked.

“That’s great…” Claude started, but then pointed toward another table, with quite a lot of people. “Is that Erica… and you said that Sausage Hair was Layla Bossi?”

“Lila Rossi,” Chloé corrected him. “But I like Lie-la Bossi better now.”

“They seem… friendly..” Jon commented when the two girls hugged.

“I would actually expect them to be rivals, given that both want Damian,” Allegra noted.

“Are they… crying?” Marinette asked.

“Crocodile tears.” Felix glared at them. “They are up to something. I don’t…” He never got to finish, because a purple butterfly descended from the ceiling and landed on Erica’s ring. The corrupted energy surrounded her momentarily and when it died out, her whole appearance was changed.

She now wore a black one-piece cheerleader uniform, similar to what GA cheerleaders wore, except it was black with red lines and not lilac with a white finish. On her chest, there was, in a jagged script, written ‘Gargoyle’. Her face was now in a light shade of red, with tear stains permanently etched on her cheeks. Her eyes were entirely white. Her blonde hair was turned into a messy mane and two horns stood proudly on her forehead. Her lower legs turned into that of a goat, complete with hooves. She was now holding a whip in one hand and a burning pompon in the other. Small wings were folded on her back.

“A succubus! +10 to charisma and +5 to strength!” A small Asian girl shouted from the nearby table.

“I am Weeping Gargoyle!” The Akuma spoke. “I’ve been used by the one I held dear and now I’m going to get what I was denied. But first,” the creature turned to Marinette and her friends. “You! I’m going to deal with you!”

“Frick frack I lost me…” Claude started some rhymed joke, but a fireball sailing toward them shut him up.

Thinking quickly, Marinette flipped over the table to use it as an impromptu cover. Damian kicked the ground and a sword popped from next to his chair. Nobody had time to question how he hid it there because everyone scattered. There was nowhere to transform in all the havoc.

“What’s going on here?” Headmaster Hammer walked through the front doors to the cafeteria to see a demonic cheerleader tossing flaming pompons that exploded. “Teenagers.” He growled. From under his cloak, he drew a saber and took a battle stance. “Fiend!” He rushed at her. The whip slashed at him, but the headmaster deflected it with an incredible show of swordsmanship. This created an opening for Damian to charge from the other side. He managed to dodge the flaming ball and slice at her hand. At the last moment, the wing shielded the Akuma and his blade bounced off without leaving the slightest cut. The headmaster was met with the same fate.

“Stupid men!” The Akuma shouted. A ring of fire exploded from her, pushing and burning both of the attackers.

“Run.” Headmaster snapped at Damian. “I’ll hold her off.”

“Tt. You’re old. Get to safety.” The boy snapped back.

“You’re so getting detention for this!” Hammer scowled as the two dodged their separate ways.

“Hey! The tryouts are in the gym!” A voice spoke from a hole in the roof. A spotted heroine leaped from the hole while throwing a yo-yo at the Akuma. The cheerleader shielded with her wings before flapping them and lifting from the ground.

“You’re not who I want! I’ll get your miraculous later!” She flew through the same hole the heroine entered through. The whole cafeteria was now on fire. Ladybug met Damian’s gaze for a moment before grabbing the headmaster and jumping outside. He was in bad condition from all the smoke.

She laid him on the ground to make sure he was okay. He coughed several times before the professor was able to speak correctly. “What about the brat!”

“I’m going in now.”

“No need.” Black Cat appeared next to them. “I got him out. We’re lucky the main doors were still working because the rooftop fell apart after I entered.”

“Cat! The Akuma will be on her ring. It was what created all the fire.”

“Tt. Let’s go.” The two jumped away from the headmaster, who hid a small smile.

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Three girls and two boys snuck around the campus. Most of the students were already evacuated, but they managed to stay undetected and remain in the action area.

“I still think we shouldn’t go after a supervillain.” Kyle tried, but Maps made a gesture that told him to stop speaking.

“Sh! I’m telling you, it was Erica. A butterfly landed on her and she suddenly transformed into that monster.”

“I read about it. It was a demon. The Lord of Butterflies sent it to take her over. If we aren’t careful, it will turn all of us into that monster.”

“Olivia? You’ve got the crossbow?”

“Please. Demon? Lord of Butterflies?” Colton criticized. “Are you sure it wasn’t just some manga?”

“Shut up! How else would you explain what happened to Erica?” Pomeline asked. “It’s obviously dark magic.”

“Okay. Assuming it is dark magic, how are we supposed to protect ourselves? I’m pretty sure I don’t have tinfoil hats on me.”

“Fool. The only thing that can protect you from the Lord of Butterflies are positive emotions.” She spoke like it was an obvious fact, yet still making it sound ominous.

Abruptly, the wall they were hiding behind exploded, and a girl dressed in a skintight red and black outfit flew past them. A boy in assassin garb followed. He landed on his feet and started to spin a staff fast enough to create a shield. Several fireballs flew at him, but they all smashed into the shield harmlessly.

He noticed them cowering behind the wall.

“Tt. What are you doing here!? Get away! Now!”

Ladybug jumped up and leaped from behind him, throwing her yoyo. It wrapped over the leg of the villain and pulled the flying Akuma down. Cat charged past his partner and smashed her with his baton like it was a baseball bat, sending her into the wall.

“Lucky Charm!” The heroine tossed the yo-yo above her head and a red-and-black watermelon fell into her arms. With only a moment’s hesitation, she tossed it to Cat, who already knew what to do. Once more playing baseball, he redirected the watermelon over to the akuma. She just managed to get it together when the fruit landed on her horns and got stuck. The change of weight made her fall, which Ladybug used to dash toward her and tie her with her own whip. She then pulled the ring from her finger and crushed it in her hand.

A purple butterfly escaped her grasp, which she caught into her yo-yo.

“Bye Bye little butterfly.” She then grabbed the watermelon and tossed it high in the air. “Miraculous Ladybug!”

The item exploded into a swarm of glowing bugs that fixed everything there was to fix. It looked like the supervillain never attacked.

“What… I…” Erica was back to normal and very confused. “There was… I remember…”

“Don’t worry. The paramedics will be with you shortly.” Ladybug calmed her. There was a bit of cold in her voice, but it was probably because she just finished fighting her a moment ago.

“I told you it’s magic.” Pomeline grinned victoriously while she whispered at Colton.

“Ehm.” Suddenly, the group was startled by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind them. “Mind explaining to me why are you here and not evacuated with everyone else?”

“Oh! Um… You see…” Maps started, but Pomeline was too focused on something else. “Where did you learn magic! Can you teach me?! I mean we go to school here and I want to help if Lord of Butterflies and his Demons attack again!”

“Lord of Butterflies?” Ladybug walked to them and asked, again startling the whole group.

“Yes. There was an old book in the library. I managed to decipher part of it and it spoke of the Lord of Butterflies and Demons he sent to possess people. But there is only so far a translator on my phone could take me. I’m not exactly fluent in Mandarin.”

“Can you lead us to it?” The superheroine was showing almost too much interest.

“Will you teach me magic?” Pomeline tried to bargain.

“Tt. You will take us there or we return with the police and you will take us there.” Black Cat was not in the mood. Blackmail was the last thing he wanted right now.

“Fine.” The girl scoffed and led them toward the library.

“How did you summon a watermelon?” The smallest girl asked zooming over to Ladybug. “Are you a summoner? I never played a summoner. They have some nice spells I suppose…”

Ladybug, against herself, giggled at the girl’s antics. She also noted in the corner of her eyes that Damian was also smiling under the hood.

Nobody noticed when Erica slipped away.

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The library was large and dusty. It didn’t look like many people came here.

“It’s the old building. When Bruce Wayne funded a new library with new books, they decided to just keep the old one as an archive. Now only people that come here are us and Mr. Scarlet.”

“The new library totally had nothing to do with Damian Wayne getting expelled for the fourth time.” Colton joked and Ladybug giggled when Black Cat muttered a curse under his breath.

“The book was in the back. I didn’t want to move it…”

When they turned the corner, they saw a woman in a blue and purple dress standing over a book with a tablet. She was taking pictures of the pages. Her skin was blue and her hair purple.

The group immediately pressed against the wall, and Pom pulled a handheld mirror to take a look around the corner without risk of being spotted. Meanwhile, Ladybug and Black Cat looked at one another and their faces took a serious expression. There was a kind of silent dialogue going on between them and they both nodded at the same time. In complete silence, Cat used his staff to up and meld with the shadows. Only his green eyes were visible until they too disappeared.

Ladybug opened her Yo-Yo like a phone and took a photo of the feathered villain. She was turned to them, but even something as simple as that could be a major help. Kwami bless magical phones for making perfect pictures without a flash.

With the proof needed, she aimed her yo-yo, spun it twice around before throwing it forward. The projectile sailed true and wrapped around her arm holding the tablet. The villainess was surprised and let go of the tool as Ladybug yanked on the line and made her opponent lose balance. That was the cue for Black Cat, who swooped from the ceiling, snatched the tablet, and leaped back into the shadows.

“Ugh! Stupid peasants!” The Peacock cursed. Instead of freeing her hand, she allowed the fan to slip into her hand and unfolded it. She tried to pull on the yo-yo’s line and make her opponent fly to her. It worked, but Ladybug twisted mid-air and came at the villainess feet first in a kick. The blue woman had to block it, but she still held the line. The heroine used it for her advantage and flipped the line over Peacock’s neck and started to choke her. It also held her in place. Black Cat, who already deposited the tablet in a safe place, swept down and tried to grab the brooch, but he got kicked back by an angry woman, fighting for a breath.

Peacock folded her fan and swiped at the line, cutting it and making Ladybug fall on her back. The Villainess took a deep breath and looked around to analyze her situation. She was outnumbered and the element of surprise was still on her opponents’ side. Even without the yo-yo, Ladybug was a formidable foe and she wasn’t sure who the new Black Cat was. She had a silent suspicion, but nothing solid.

“Until we meet again, fools.” She leaped up and onto the shelves. Cat went in pursuit, but she saw the kids hidden behind one of the shelves and purposefully made it fall when she jumped onto it. The kids didn’t have enough time to scatter. Predictably, Black Cat went to save the kids.

He pushed Maps from under the falling shelf but got stuck there himself. His suit and enhanced body could withstand it, but not his bruised ego.

“Don’t be a grumpy cat. We’ve got her tablet.” Ladybug stood over him and grinned before helping him stand up.

“Tt. We might have our first lead.” He grinned.

“Let’s go check the book itself. The fact she was after it makes me think it has more value than I first suspected.”

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jack-is-lost · 4 years ago

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Warning: this is David x Michael pairing. Expect the vampire gayness. Had a random story idea, and I'm not entirely sure if it has been done or not. If so someone link me cause I want to read it! Even if it isn’t e x a c t l y the same premise but somewhat close.

Anyway, a mid-twenty female character from our world (where TLB is a movie), wakes up one day in the TLB universe reincarnated as Michael Emerson. I'm talking right from the baby stage. Of course, going by some logic here, they don’t know much of anything clearly till probably around the age of six. Up till then the original female character is somewhat aware that they are a boy and that’s about it. Which, that alone takes some getting used to. Once reaching the age where they are past the fuzzy toddler brain stage is when they put two and two together. Especially when they realize their baby brother is Sam, and that their last name is Emerson. Sure, it could all be a coincidence, but the older they get the more ‘this’ version of Michael is just trying to fool himself.

Now, with a complete understanding what world they live in — that vampires do exist and probably other supernatural creatures do too, Michael starts to learn more about lore and such from a kid age. Constantly reading books and watching horror movies. Treating it pretty similar to the Frog Bros but less obsessively preparing for a battle, and more wanting knowledge for protection and understanding. Their old life also helping with that. This Michael knows that if things keep going the way they are, he will eventually end up in Santa Carla. And with his dad picking up the habit of drinking more and losing jobs, it really seems like it will. The day comes, the divorce happens, and Michael internally prepares himself to walk right into vampire territory. The old life within him, the lady who had probably died too young and magically teleported into a different alternate world/timeline, is entirely too aware of how things are unfolding. At first it feels like a 3D experience of the movie — life like, too surreal, and straight from the perspective of Michael. Except they have been living his life, their new life, since day one now. This is their life and their choices. Michael ignores Star the night his brother drags him off to the concert. It isn’t because she’s not pretty. Especially when the light of a bonfire nearby danced upon her feminine frame. A part of him just wants to ignore that moment, the potential building connection between such characters. The other part just doesn’t.. exactly have the sudden desire to trail after her swishing broom skirt. It might be because he isn’t the ‘original’ Michael anyway. Or it might be his old life inside his brain that doesn’t have that sexual attraction to her. Still, he knows his mother will catch the eye of a certain nerdy-looking old vampire if he didn’t intervene. So he drags his brother off to the VHS rental store. Only to be a couple minutes too late and walking into a room full of vampires and unexpected customers. Michael reached for his mother’s arm, to gain her attention and maybe coax her to leave early without seeming to weird and suspicious. Yet, at the same time, bright cool eyes lock onto his and something within Michael’s gut flares. It turns and sinks and thrashes like a beast trying to claw its way out. Maybe it is fear, awareness of what everyone in this small movie store is, but Michael can’t look away. Just as Max can’t look away from Lucy, David’s gaze tares into him. It isn’t Star that leads him on with soft words and equally gentle dark eyes. Quite the opposite. The movie would diverge from this point on, lasting longer than a weeks time frame. It is David that seems to coax him further into the fray, a genuine interest in him joining the fun. At least it would seem that way but Michael knows it has to do with Lucy — with Max’s orders. That is why he declined the bottle at first, playing it off as a complete disinterest in ‘wine’. So David had to try a different way, a more blatant way. Of course, it doesn’t come up again, surprising Michael the longer their fun goes on, until a noticeable connection between David and him. It is obvious there is chemistry going on. Michael blushing when David swings his arm across his shoulders, pulling him in closer to his side, is a dead give away. Eventually shit goes down hill when somehow Sam turns into a half-vamp, and there is legit fear Lucy might be tricked by Max soon. Michael tries to help Sam, roles almost entirely reversing in this scenario. He ends up protecting him from the Frog Bro’s who catch on a little too quick to his little brothers change. The Lost Boys are not too far behind on helping too, surprised Max did some of the dirty work. It was unusual for their Sire to do something and not just delegate. In the end, Michael takes blood directly from David, avoiding being sired by Max — breaking the power the older vampire would have hold of him, so he can beat the dudes ass without issue! Rest assured, at this point, the end of the movie never truly happens. Not exactly, anyway. Instead a whole battle at Max’s place ensues instead, causing enough damage the place is on fire at the end. It was necessary, like a card up a sleeve, for Michael to be free from Max’s power. The old vampires words causing all the lost boys to freeze when they attempted to attack, and Michael being the final blow to him. Star, Laddie, and Sam become all human again. Which equals out to a pretty happy ending, and of course Lucy becomes aware of things in the midst of all this. Especially with Sam’s odd behavior. The last one still half is Michael and he can’t turn back without killing David, and at this point he doesn’t want to kill the vampire. Their bond is too strong, their growing love well established. It is without some issues, but Michael decides to fight against fully changing for as long as possible. Eventually he cannot and thus he takes the final plunge to internal darkness. His family still loves him and understand Michael’s choice. Overall it is a pretty happy ending with a side dish of angst. Through out the final chapters, Michael entirely forgets he was once a woman in another life. That past life almost a foggy, distant dream at this point. He is Michael Emerson and as David pulls him into a bloody heated kiss, it feels like he was born for this. Now, who wants to help flesh this story out??? =D

#my writing #random story idea #the lost boys #david x michael

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brideofcthulhu10 · 5 years ago

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How would the Lost boys react to having a motherly type of s/o?

OH MY GOD I DIDN'T KNOW TUMBLR POSTED THIS UNFINISHED! UGH STUPID APP! Okay, redo!

Cuuute. The boys could certainly use a motherly touch around, even Max had said that when he wanted to turn Lucy. For this I am gonna be writing a female s/o, if you ever want otherwise always be sure to specify ahead of time otherwise DM me and I’ll be sure to correct it. I love the idea one behind the scenes with the boys, after the late night partying and wild blood orgies. I mean, let's be realistic here- those guys probably smell like cigarettes and ass. That cave is no doubt absolutely filthy as hell, and I don’t think they’ve cleaned up a day of their afterlife.

Lost Boys with a Motherly Fem!S/O

David

Now David isn’t exactly the type to be told what to do in almost any scenario. Well, almost. But even then he still prefers the majority of the control. It’s going to be a challenge to get anything done with him. Any sort of lectures or advice tend to fall on deaf ears simply because he and the boys have taken care of themselves for so long. Your best method of choice? STEALTH

I’m serious, you gotta be sneaky with this boy. He’ll wake up to you cleaning the hotel because you had assumed it was still daylight, or sweeping around when they go on hunts. Don’t fuck with the cobwebs, its an aesthetically pleasing decoration! Frankly, he’s just a brat who doesn’t like change. It’s gotten to the point however, where he can’t exactly stop you so he just decides to be a butt about it. Take-out trash litter the hotel lobby, he’ll even leave out half-full open containers and try to get some real maggots up in there. Not if you have anything to say about it! Sometimes he wonders how you can keep it as clean as you do.

You have no idea how absolutely rank a pack of teenage vampires can be. Especially with unwashed clothes. Seriously, David and Paul’s boots could make rats gag, the stank of unwashed vamp toes is gnarly. That can be a bit of a fight. Well someone has to get all those bloodstains out! What do you think they just vanished the next day? None of the boys want clean clothes, especially David. According to them you can't be badass vampires and have fresh pants. He’ll even hide his jacket from you on laundry day. How is he supposed to instill fear in the hearts of mortals when his jacket smells like FUCKING LAVENDER?

God help you if you try to make him bathe. The only way he’d concede is if you really went all out. Play to his ego, its the best way to get him to cooperate. After all, what man doesn’t want to be a king for a day. Especially one such as David. Once you finally, FINALLY get him in, then it's a fight to get him out. He’ll let off soft grunts when you massage shampoo through his scalp, leaning his head back with low, grumbling moans. Sometimes he’ll have you join him, even if you aren’t undressed. Yeah, he doesn’t care if you have your clothes on, time to get in. It's hotter when he sees your shirt tightly clinging to your bodice, although he'll huff that you had a bra underneath. If you try to peel off the soggy articles he won't let you. After all, if you got to strip him down, he gets to do the same to you. He'll take his time, and keep in mind the water isn't about to be clean for much longer.

Despite his protests, and he’d never admit it to the rest of the pack, but he really does love having someone caring for him. Being spoiled by his lover has some advantages, especially after a stressful day. Just laying back, having you rub his shoulders for a good minute, maybe suggesting he come over to your apartment and let you cook him a real meal for once. Sure you’ll be telling him how he needs to be more careful when he goes on hunts, but he can handle that much. You’re his precious doll, if it means a few lectures from you then he’ll put up with it.

Dwayne

Dwayne is kind of the silent brother bear of the group so it’s a relief when he has someone who wants to take care of him. It makes him chuckle when you fret over him. Honey, he can fly, he’s not going to fall off the roof. Even if he did, it wouldn’t kill him! He’s lost count how many times you subtly, or not so subtly, toss around the subject of a helmet when he rides around. You’ll even try using persuasive ideas such as having it custom painted, maybe adding some spikes- anything just wear a stupid helmet! Again, he reminds you the threat of cracking his head open wasn’t exactly that daunting

When you’re on a cleaning spree he tends to stay out of your way. Granted he tried to help once, but you immediately shooed him out. You got it, just go sit down and quit futzing with stuff. On laundry day he’s a bit stubborn, but as long as you don’t wash his leather jacket, he’ll be fine. Seriously, do not touch his jacket. He cannot stress enough how bad it is to try and use water and soap to clean a leather jacket. NO. No touchy! So he’ll just sit in his underwear (personally I think it’d be boxer briefs) on the couch clinging to his jacket while you go off to the laundromat a few blocks over. Eventually you bought him lounge pajama pants for when you do laundry trips. At first he didn’t want to but… well they have a badass puma on them. It’d be rude to not wear it if you went through all that trouble to get that for him.

Unlike the other three, Dwayne doesn’t need much bribery to get in the tub. DO you have ANY IDEA the last time he had a god damn shower? He misses it, he doesn’t exactly like smelling like parfum de cul (kudos to any of you who know what that means ;) ). Oh just watch him sink into the tub as you massage his luxurious mess of dark hair, you swear sometimes he audibly purrs when you do. Its one of the few times Dwayne will let himself be completely vulnerable. He won’t necessarily force you to join him, but he would certainly love it you have your cute butt nestled between his legs where he could lather you up. But, I mean, that’s entirely up to you to refuse your ripped, completely naked boyfriend eyeing you up.

When he gets injured or sick, which you never expected that he could, you immediately go into hyperdrive. While he’d rather be out riding with the guys, he can’t help but love being pampered by his princess who always treats him like a king. You’ll shove him into Star’s old bed and demand he stay put, wiping his forehead down with a cold cloth. One would assume that someone with no body heat left would get a fever. Actually, it makes it worse. He won’t DIE from any illness, but it sure does suck when he gets them. Usually a few feedings will heal him up within a day, so you’ve started smuggling bags from blood drives and keeping them in a little cooler for him. Granted you only get him A or B blood, but he still appreciates all the effort you go to just for him.

Paul

Paul loves it up until you make him do things he doesn’t want to. Typical guy. He DIED in a freaking bath tub, why the hell would you want to put him back in one?! It would take either a serious amount of strength or bribing to get him into one.

“It doesn't even have holy water Paul, just normal, plain, stupid water! You smell like a rat’s ass, will you please just get in?”

“I’d rather smell like ass!”

Yes, he may even try to bolt out of the room buck naked. Fuck you, try to catch him now! Did you hide his clothes?!

Your best bet is to play to his most vulnerable side: horny. Sure he refuses to get in the bath on his own, but add you naked covered in bubbles and it just became the best place to be. The blonde won’t even sulk when you’re sudsing up his hair because you’re too distracted to notice he’s about to cop a feel. He’ll just laugh like an idiot when you get mad, after all you put him in here in the first place. There will probably be tub sex, because dammit he deserves something for being such a good boy. Surprisingly he actually loves it when you use the hair dryer on him. It feels amazing, he doesn’t exactly get warm anymore so the sensation of heat rushing through freshly cleaned hair is just incredible

Paul is not a fan of laundry day, just like David. Again, you gotta chase him down. He’ll tease you the whole time though.

“Babe if you wanted to just rip my clothes off me all you had to do was ask.”

You only leave him in his underwear because he doesn’t have anything else to change into. You never realized how much of a pain in the ass white pants were until you met him. Why the hell did he even have white pants in the first place? They show every damn stain! Paul will probably come with you to the laundromat. Its three in the morning, who cares if someone sees him in his boxers? Big deal! He’d even offer to go nude. You managed to find a pair of pajama pants and a band t-shirt he could wear on laundry day because this ass refuses to buy any other clothes.

Paul thinks it’s absolutely adorable the way you dote on him. It’s a pain in the butt, but nothing is better than the tiny notes you leave for him when you go out. Or when you surprise the coven with a bunch of tupperware dishes full of real home cooked meals. Yeah being ragged on half the day is never fun but he knows that the only reason you do that is you care so much for him. You almost died when you thought he’d been killed, it was fair you got a bit over protective after. Besides, you were still his ride or die baby who did anything for him. Hell, last Valentine’s day you even went all around Santa Carla until you found someone who made him a mother fuckin Gene Simmons teddy bear, with the tongue out and everything. Paul loves you, nags and all

Marko

Probably one of the only boys to be a bit more cooperative when it comes to mothering him. After all, he’s the one being spoiled. It’s precious when you fret over him on a hunt out, warning him to avoid any hunters, fly safe, please don’t jump off any bridges. He’ll just hug you tight and assure you he’s gonna be fine. Yeah you’ll go one about how he should have a helmet when riding or raising concern when he tries something of questionable origin from the boardwalk vendors. But most of the time he just kind of tunes you out and smiles until you’re done.

He’s a sneaky boy, you oughta know that by now. You want him to take a bath? Only if you join him. You want to brush his hair out? Sure he’ll sit still… for ten kisses. Laundry day? Fine but he gets to come with. It’s hard not to laugh at him crouched up on the top of a dryer with his knees to his chest in only his underwear watching you throw in his pants and socks. He can’t help but grin when you throw him a side eye because of the stains all over his white shirt. Sheesh, him and Paul with the white clothes. Again, please please PLEASE don’t wash his jacket. You will ruin it. He doesn’t care if you bombard it with air freshener until his sorry ass smells like Hawaiian Breeze, but do not ever wash it

It’s adorable the lengths you’ll go to for him. Last year when he told you they were just gonna have some hot wings and beers for Thanksgiving you flipped. Next thing they know you had them come over to your apartment as soon as the sun went down to a full spread. Paul actually ended up hugging you too. It looked like something out of a catalog. Two fatass turkeys filled to the brim with homemade stuffing, easily four pounds of mashed potatoes, gravy, bread rolls, the whole fucking thing! And veggies. Nasty. Sure the corn on the cob was bitchin, but asparagus? NO. Yeah you made Marko put some on his plate and half the time he just kept pushing his peas around until Paul flung one at him. Then it was a silent veggie war. After that they pretty much came over for any holiday. He’d be all over you just gushing over how happy he is that you went through so much hard work for him, for them. Even Max did fuckall besides what he had to, the guy wanted to toot his own horn about dad of the year but sucked ass at it.

They start coming over so often that you bought black out curtains for every window in your house. Even during the day they could sleep in your guest room without fear of the sun. Well, the guys could. You had him tucked into your own room, still sleeping with his feet to the headboard for that upside down sense and his arms tightly pressed to his chest. He absolutely loves how much you care for him, especially after so many decades of being a filthy biker boy who feasted on the living. Even his vampirism didn’t send you away. You’d even keep a mini fridge in your room stocked with blood bags in case he craved a midday snack. Sometimes he’d awaken to you sleeping beside him and just savor those quiet moments with his baby. Maybe for Christmas this year he’d offer you the best gift he could think of. Who needs a wedding ring when you can offer an eternity with your angel instead?

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jovialyouthmusic · 4 years ago

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Two’s Company

Brad retrieves a vital memory, and Lucy goes to visit Hana and Sophia Lykel at the Palace.

Word Count 3973

A/N No smut, some drama and a lot of fluff. Still, due to the adult nature of other chapters No under 18s please

8 Looking to the Future

‘Sorry I’m late. Thanks for your patience, Miss…?’

‘Uh, Lucy’ The young woman looked at him with a strange expression, as if she had been knocked off balance.

As had he. There was something about her that he couldn’t put his finger on. None of the ladies of the Cordonian Court had whatever it was she had. His stomach did somersaults and his heart faltered as he gazed into her eyes, hypnotised. He pulled himself together.

‘Charmed to make your acquaintance, Lucy’ The words came easily as soon as he drew himself up into what Drake called ‘regal mode’ – the role he had practiced with his brother but never thought he’d have to fulfil. Apparently the young woman was having similar problems, as it was a second or so before she responded with…

‘The pleasure’s all mine. It’s nice to meet you’ The strange vacant expression on her face cleared, and she tucked her note pad into her apron pocket with a smile ‘Now let me put your order in. Be right back’ She turned and whisked away behind the bar, leaving him feeling like a fish stranded on dry land, and he stood gawking.

‘Brad – Brad?’ The voice seemed to come from far away. He didn’t want to answer it. He wanted to wait for the young woman to come back. He wanted to put on his best smile and charm her into lingering at the table.

‘He didn’t hit his head, did he? Please tell me he didn’t’

‘No, he went down like a bag of rocks, but he didn’t hit his head’

‘I didn’t think he’d take it like this. Should we call a doctor?’

‘He’s coming round – his eyes are flickering’ The voice was Maxwells. He opened his eyes to see his friend bending over him, a look of consternation on his face. Behind him was Drake, and beside him…

‘Miss - Lucy? Is our order ready yet?’ His own voice seemed strange, and his head hurt. He was lying on the floor, and went to sit up. That made his head feel worse, and he put his hand up, groaning. His mind was a whirl of images and voices. The young woman was by his side, supporting him and murmuring quietly. She smelled of roses and lavender.

‘Brad, take it easy. It’s okay, I’m here – and Drake, and Max’ He looked beyond her at Drake. One moment he knew who Lucy was, the next – she was a stranger. He tried to get up, and Drake helped him to a seat in the booth. It looked exactly like…

‘The dive bar – in New York’ Half of his mind understood, half did not. ‘Lucy’ his head snapped toward her ‘We met here’ She sat heavily at his words, tears welling up in her eyes and a weak smile on her face.

‘You remember’ she said, her voice faltering.

‘I - I’m not sure’ He rubbed his forehead. ‘It comes and goes.’ His hand fell to his lap and words poured from his mouth. ‘We were in New York, on my bachelor party. Drake arranged it’ Lucy was nodding, eyes bright. ‘We went to a bar like this – Max was here – and Tariq.’ He looked round ‘Where is Tariq?’ Lucy shuddered.

‘One step at a time, Brad’ she said softly ‘don’t try too hard, let it come naturally’ He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His face cleared, his expression peaceful.

‘You took me to the Statue of Liberty’ he murmured. ‘You were – like nobody I’d ever met before’ he reached out to caress her cheek. ‘Thankyou Lucy’ The two of them sat staring at each other until Maxwell piped up.

‘Yay, Brad remembers. Now where’s those burgers?’

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‘So I had the staff make the cellar out like my old bar and went into town to buy this outfit’ Lucy said as she munched away on her burger. Max was on his second and Drake had gone to fetch more barbeque sauce and salad. Alcohol was again off the menu, despite them sitting in the mock up of the dive bar Lucy had worked in when Drake had taken Maxwell, Tariq and Brad there. Drake was still not drinking and of course Lucy couldn’t. Brad felt a little guilty for having had a small whiskey beforehand.

‘Strictly speaking, if we’re going for authenticity, you should be serving at the bar, not eating with us’ Drake pointed out. Lucy reached across and punched his upper arm. He yelped and rubbed at it ruefully.

‘Shut up, you. All that matters is Brad remembering when we met’ she said sharply, then turned back to him. He was feeling a lot better with some food in his stomach, and his memory was consolidating.

‘I do!’ he said triumphantly. ‘I remember that evening. I remember waking up the next morning and wishing I could see you again, then…’ his face fell. ‘That’s it so far’ Lucy patted his hand.

‘It’s a start. We’ll try revisiting some other meetings, but I’ll check with the doctor again and make sure you don’t have a reaction like this one.’ She frowned ‘You fainted clean away. I’ve never seen anything like it. How did it feel?’ He put his burger down and wrinkled his forehead.

‘It was all muddled. Seeing you in that outfit – it was so confusing, but it must have triggered something. I just – blacked out when it got too complicated. It was – it was like an electrical fault. Everything flickered.’ He nodded in affirmation ‘and then the memory remained.’

‘I’m so happy’ Lucy said, scooting closer to him on the bench and putting her head on his shoulder. He put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head, but inwardly he wasn’t sure just how much more he was going to recall, or even if the memory he had just unearthed would remain. The question of where Tariq was niggled at him, but he could tell that it was something Lucy didn’t want to talk about.

Drake returned with more food, and Brad smiled to himself. Both he and Maxwell had healthy appetites – it was perhaps the only thing they had in common. Usually they bickered and sniped at each other, but Lucy seemed to affect the two of them in a positive way.

‘It’s the Lucy effect’ he said aloud, another memory bubbling up. Wherever she went, she inspired and united people. She was a catalyst, changing others but remaining the same. He was so lucky to have met her, and even more fortunate to have ended up marrying her – even if he couldn’t remember it. She twisted to look up at him, her expression bright.

‘Oh, you remember that?’ she said. ‘That wasn’t so long ago – or at least you told me just after we called Drake…’ her voice trailed off as Brad looked blank, and shook his head.

‘I may have made some progress, but something tells me we still have a long way to go’

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Understandably, Lucy wanted Brad to sleep with her that night, so Drake and Maxwell sat up in the mock bar shooting the breeze.

‘It looks like Lucy’s idea worked’ Maxwell remarked ‘But I suppose you’re not letting the whole story out to the press. How is he really?’ He leaned forward on his elbows and Drake sighed heavily.

‘It’s odd. Without Lucy I don’t know how he’d cope – but he can only remember snippets of their time together. There’s other bits missing from his memory, but we can’t find anything in common with the gaps’

‘That must be hard, man’ He seemed lost for words for a moment and leaned back into the padded back of the bench. Drake was unsure about whether to tell him about Lucy’s pregnancy. She’d not mentioned it to Max herself and had been too preoccupied with setting up their distraction to discuss the matter with him. Drake’s sister knew, but he didn’t trust Max not to accidentally let it slip. That was a solid ‘no’ then.

‘So what else are you going to try?’ Maxwell asked ‘I could do an interpretive dance if you like’ Drake snorted.

‘I’ll take a pass, thanks. But the next thing has to be the Ball. Lucy still has the dress she wore, and there’s a charity event coming up for the orphanage.’ Maxwell pushed out his bottom lip and nodded.

‘See, I wasn’t far off the mark.’ He yawned ‘I’d better get to bed. Lucy said she’d arranged to see Hana tomorrow, so I said I’d give her a lift’ Drake blanched as Max got up and stretched.

‘Please tell me you’re not driving.’ Max scoffed as Drake’s expression changed.

‘You and Bertrand – I don’t know why you don’t trust me behind the wheel. Don’t worry, I’ve got my driver, remember.’ Drake scowled.

‘Just because you’ve got a chauffeur doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll be in the driving seat.’ He glared at the younger man ‘Promise me you’ll sit in the back with Lucy, or so help me…’

‘It’s fine, I’d rather sit with her than drive. Then we can hold hands and canoodle…’ he dodged as Drake lunged at him, but he failed and ended up with Drake’s fist grasping his shirt front, other fist cocked. ‘Joke, Drake, joke!’ he squeaked ‘She’s already got two men to keep her happy, I’d never…’ Drake let him go, and he readjusted his tie.

‘You’d better not have any ideas’ he growled.

‘Of course not, she’s like a sister to me’ Max said reassuringly ‘And…’ he looked down at his feet, shuffling uncomfortably. ‘I think I’ve met someone.’ He looked up quickly ‘But don’t ask me anything, I don’t want to jinx it’

‘Fine, Max, find. Just don’t even hint at making my life any more complicated’ Drake shook his head ‘You have no idea’ Max looked at him with sympathy.

‘You can always talk to me, y’know. Friendly ear, a trouble halved – all that’ Drake softened. Max meant well, he was sincere – but he couldn’t risk it.

‘Thanks. I appreciate it, but maybe another time, Max. I’ll get off to bed too. See you in the morning’

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The following day, true to his word Max set off with Lucy, and under Drake’s watchful eye made a show of sitting in the back seat with her. Hana had been at Ramsford helping to look after Bartie, but she was at the Palace ready to help Bastien and Sophia when the twins came. She had discovered that she doted on small children and babies, and Savannah had recommended her as support and babysitter. Maxwell was only stopping to say hello before going back home to help or hinder his brother.

Hana waited for Lucy at the front of the Palace, and hugged her tight as she got out of the car. Bastien hovered behind her keeping a respectful distance.

‘Lucy, you look amazing!’ she smiled ‘How’s his Majesty?’

‘Brad is improving’ she said ‘But it’s difficult to say how much of his memory he’ll get back’ She turned to Bastien ‘How’s Sophia? It can’t be long now’ He stepped forward and took her offered hand, clasping warmly it in both of his.

‘She’s – well to be honest she’s cranky and bored’ he smiled ruefully. ‘Thankyou for asking, your Majesty. If you have time to pop in to our rooms and say hello she’d be grateful’ Bastien and Sophia had married shortly after Anton’s trial, and he had stepped down from his role as Captain when Sophia became pregnant. He was still employed as security advisor and also sat on the new Council that Brad had set up to break the power of the nobility and involve commoners more in the running of the country. For the time being they still lodged at the Palace, moving into a larger suite in the staff wing, and planned to move to their own place when they had settled more into family life.

‘I’ve ordered afternoon tea in my suite. I know it’s only lunchtime, but I thought I’d be rebellious’ Hana interjected, a hint of mischief in her eyes. ‘Sophia’s more than welcome to come along’ Bastien made a face.

‘That’s most kind of you, but she’s suffering from heartburn and can only tolerate small meals’ he replied.

‘I could go and see her first’ Lucy smiled ‘I’d like to talk to her and Hana together if it’s possible’ Bastien ran his fingers through his carefully styled hair, and Lucy wondered how his personal grooming routine would stand up to dealing with newborn twins.

‘I’ll go and ask her now – I’ll let you know, your Grace’ he inclined his head politely and went back into the Palace. Lucy turned back to the car.

‘Thanks for bringing me, Max’ she said ‘Say hi to Savannah for me. I’ll try and pop by in a week or so. Are you coming in?’

‘Nah’ Maxwell waved his hand dismissively ‘Savvy’s been texting me asking when I’ll be back, so Bartie’s probably playing up. Fun Uncle Maxie is needed’ he winked, gave her a salute and got back into the car. ‘Ramsford next – full speed ahead, Steve’ Within seconds the car had set off back down the drive.

‘What’s the betting he’ll be in trouble with Bertrand before the end of the day?’ Hana laughed. ‘Now then, you said you had some important news for me’

‘I do, but it’s strictly hush hush, and I’d like to tell Bastien and Sophia too’ Hana clapped her hands delightedly.

‘Oh – I think I can guess’ she cried, ‘More cuddles for Auntie Hana?’ Lucy looked around carefully

‘’Shhh don’t let on, it’s a secret, but you guessed right’ Lucy smiled ‘I hope Sophia’s feeling up to us visiting’

‘Oh she’s fine, she just likes to keep Bastien on his toes’ she giggled. ‘We might as well make our way there, she’ll be delighted to see you’ The two women went into the Palace and strolled the corridors on their way to the Staff wing. Just as Hana predicted, they were only halfway there when Bastien caught up with them.

‘Sophia says go right on in. If you’ll excuse me your Grace, I have a meeting. Lady Hana knows where to go’

‘Could you spare us five minutes first please, Bastien?’ Lucy asked ‘I have some news I’d like to share’ He frowned, looking at his watch, then looked up brightly.

‘They can’t start without me, so of course. Follow me’ He stopped outside the door to his quarters and paused ‘If you don’t mind, can I ask how the King is coping? He seemed to be doing quite well when he was here, but of course you’d notice more’

‘He’s improving. We’re building up a relationship. It’s almost as if we’d just met, but he’s accepted who I am and we’re working on it. I’m planning a few events to jog his memory, and we’ve had some success already.’ Bastien nodded solemnly.

‘That sounds good. Now come on in’ He ushered them inside to the lounge, the décor and furnishings showing Sophia’s softening influence on Bastien’s love of order and neatness. Sophia rose to greet them, belly prominent. She wasn’t a slight build, but Lucy wondered how her body could possibly adapt to growing two offspring. Sophia put her hand in the small of her back, and Bastien rushed over to help steady her.

‘Be careful theà mou, not too fast’ he chided, and she rolled her eyes.

‘Stop fussing, Bas. I need to get up every now and again, I can’t just sit.’ she muttered, but still held onto his arm as she made a tiny curtsey, grimacing slightly as she rose. Lucy went forward to take her hand. ‘So good of you to come, your majesty - sorry, hugs aren’t really practical right now’ Sophia smiled ruefully ‘I can hardly remember what it’s like to be a normal size.’

‘Please, call me Lucy – you too, Bas. There’s nobody to judge your lack of formality.’ She and Hana sat, and Sophia lowered herself back into her easy chair with Bastien’s help. He pulled up a footstool and helped her to rest her feet.

‘I’d offer you tea, but I can’t stomach it at the moment. I’m sure you’ll have a lovely meal with Hana’ Sophia grimaced a little, and her partner solicitously rearranged the cushions for her. She touched his hand gratefully and gazed up at him. It was obvious that they were devoted to each other, and Lucy envied them for a moment, despite Brad’s returning memory and affection.

‘I’m glad Bastien could join us’ Lucy started, her hands in her lap. She drew a deep breath. ‘It’s early days and we’re keeping it quiet for the moment, but… I’m pregnant. If all goes well, Cordonia will have a new heir in seven months’ Sophia’s hand flew to her mouth in surprise, and Bastien beamed broadly.

‘I suspected as such. Congratulations, I trust his Majesty is pleased. I know he’s always wanted a family’ Sophia was smiling after her initial shock.

‘Oh your – Lucy, that’s marvellous news! Don’t mind me complaining about all this’ she rubbed her belly. ‘You’ve caught me at the worst stage, and I’m told it’s not difficult.’ she rolled her eyes at Bastien.

‘Now that’s not what I said, theà mou’ he started ‘I just pointed out how many women…’ she smacked his hand.

‘Stop mansplaining. I don’t care what other women did, every pregnancy is different’ she snapped, her sunny mood breaking a little, and he winced. She turned to Lucy. ‘If you need any advice, ask away. How’s the morning sickness?’ It was Lucy’s turn to grimace.

‘Not pleasant’ she sighed. ‘Dry biscuits help’

‘I was lucky, it didn’t last too long, but this last trimester is a beast with two on the way. I feel as big as a whale’ Sophia sighed.

‘Well, I have to go’ Bastien said, and bent to kiss his wife ‘Is there anything you need?’

‘No, I’ll be fine. I’ll call housekeeping if I do’ He was almost at the door when she called him ‘Oh, but you could bring me some Ben and Jerrys when you get back’ He paused mid stride and turned. His face was impassive and his tone neutral.

‘Of course, my goddess, what flavour?’

‘Surprise me’ He blanched slightly at that, but smiled and made a little bow to Lucy and left. Sophia threw back her head and groaned.

‘Oh my god, there’s nothing I can do to rattle him.’ She looked at the two women’s astonished expressions and pursed her lips. ‘Bas is just so bloody perfect. I’m trying to get him to crack, it’s my only entertainment right now, he won’t let me go anywhere. Not that there’s anywhere I want to go, and I can only really manage a waddle.’ Hana made a sympathetic noise.

‘Are you sure you won’t take early afternoon tea with us? I can always have it brought here’ Sophia picked at a piece of lint on the swell of her belly, sighing heavily.

‘No, it’s fine. I’m pretty tired, I’m going to try and have a nap’ She stopped and made a little squeak and Lucy swore she could see a tiny lump appear and disappear on her baby bump. ‘If these two hooligans let me. I swear they’re having a party in there’

‘Well, I’m sorry you’re having a hard time, but it won’t be long now’ Lucy said ‘You’re welcome to come stay at Valtoria and have extra hands to help, and it will give the boys a taste of what’s to come.’

‘I’m pretty sure we’ll have that here, but if we want a change of scene I’m sure Bas will bring me over’ Sophia made as if to rise out of her seat, but Lucy put out her hand to stop her.

‘Please don’t get up again. We’ll see ourselves out. We could ask a member of staff to come and sit with you’

‘Oh don’t worry, Bas checks on me regularly. I have a panic button and he actually tunes into my fitness tracker to check my heartbeat. One of his staff hacked into it and he can keep tabs on me with his phone.’ She showed her the band she wore on her wrist. ‘If I really want to freak him out all I have to do is take it off. He’d get an alarm message and he’d be here so fast it would cause a sonic boom’ Lucy chuckled.

‘When it comes down to it I’ll probably have either Drake or Brad hovering at my side twenty four seven when I get near my due date. Probably sooner knowing them’

‘Well good luck.’ Sophia smiled ‘Thanks so much for coming. Are you staying long?’

‘No, I’m staying over and going back in the morning, but I’ll be back for a few days with Brad when the charity ball’s on. I have a plan to jog his memory’ Lucy could see Sophia was a little flushed and she looked tired, so the two women left her to rest.

Back at Hana’s quarters, afternoon tea was beautifully presented on a table by the window overlooking the grounds. She could see the maze and the knot garden, and in the distance, the summerhouse was hidden in the trees by the lake. Lucy eyed the spread of food laid out, wide eyed. Tiny sandwiches, savouries and pastries were arranged on a cake stand, and a jug of sparkling apple juice stood ready with two glasses.

‘Oh my goodness, is that Brie on the cracker? The guys would freak if they saw – and chorizo?’

‘Don’t worry, it’s safe’ Hana smiled ‘I tried to get a few things that look naughty but aren’t. You can eat anything on the table. All the cheeses are made with pasteurised milk, and the meats are vegan substitutes. I even taste tested them to check how good they are. The kitchens had already sourced a lot of pregnancy friendly things thanks to Bastien.’

‘Well, it all looks spectacular, and I’ll ask for them to send their recommendations to the Cook at Valtoria.’

‘Tuck in’ Hana smiled ‘How’s your appetite?’ Lucy frowned as Hana picked up a tartlet.

‘It’s increasing. The guys don’t know it, but I have a secret chocolate stash in my study. I locked it away in the desk and keep the key in my purse’

‘Well, you’re eating for two’ Lucy picked up a tiny sausage and popped it into her mouth, rolling her eyes at the spicy tang.

‘What is it about men trying to control what we do and what we eat? I’m only eight weeks in and already Brad’s turned into the food police.’

‘Let me guess, Drake sneaks you a few treats’ Hana giggled ‘He always did like to challenge authority’

‘Not so far, but they are kind of ‘good husband, bad husband’’ Lucy replied ‘Whatever one insists on, the other one vetoes. It’ll probably be the same with our kids. They’ll be champions at playing one off against the other.’

‘They mean well, I’m certain’ Hana picked up a dainty sandwich and nibbled at it ‘They only want to make sure you’re properly looked after’

‘I suppose so’ Lucy sighed ‘I just like a bit of alone time to feel normal, you know, and not have to think about it constantly’

‘Well you can always come and visit me, though I may have my hands full with the twins if all goes well’

‘Even better, I can get some first hand experience.’ Hana poured some sparkling water out for the two of them.

‘Let’s drink to Sophia and Bastien’s new family, and to yours too’ she smiled, and they clinked glasses and drank to the future.

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miraculouscontent · 4 years ago

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Pokemon anon again! I'd like to hear anything you have strong opinions on (either your personal ships, ones you dislike, etc). I just really like reading your thoughts, so whatever you feel like sharing is fine.

Welcome back, Pokénon!

And sure, I can do that!

Alright, so in terms of ships I dislike (I’m going to go with the English names just so I’m not constantly using both names)...

I guess I should get the obvious ones out of the way, because I’m not really a fan of either “Ash ship” extreme:

Poke//Shipping (Ash X Misty) and Amour//Shipping (Ash X Serena)

I don’t like either of them.

For Poke//Shipping, I have never liked aggressive tsundere characters and Misty is basically a textbook example of that. It’s not that I have a problem with strong/tomboy-ish (though honestly I don’t consider Misty a tomboy anyway) female characters, which I know it sounds like that when I have a distaste for characters like Alix too, but when they’re brash and angry and just so generically “TOMBOY GIRL POWER,” it grates on my nerves.

The idea of having an aggressive character - y’know - be aggressive to their love interest and then cue the sad music when the love interest argues with them or makes any sort of hurtful implication just... no.

Like, I want you to imagine the most sarcastic Clarity possible and then picture me as a little girl watching the scene where Misty is officially leaving the group, because that was literally just me like, “oh noooo, she’s goooone.”

It’s the same reason I don’t do Rocket//Shipping (James X Jessie). One character is too aggressive and the other character doesn’t even come close to balancing it out.

There’s also the fact that nothing comes out of Poke//Shipping. Misty is canonically crushing on Ash (*flashbacks to the friggin’ second movie where they shove it in your face*) but it’s just... there, not to mention that scene where Misty is talking casually to Ash like, “you and I will be married too someday,” which came completely out of left field and - whether for a joke or not - made little kid me very uncomfortable.

Like I said, it’s just there and doesn’t go anywhere, and Ash is already so oblivious that of course he wouldn’t get that Misty is in love with him. It’s basically a long-running gag of Misty pulling a surprised Pikachu face whenever Ash doesn’t understand that she likes him/wants to stay with him/literally wants anything specific from him.

As for Amour//Shipping, I did admittedly like it at first, but just--ugh, oh boy.

First, it’s shipping fanservice, kinda like Pokemon 2000 throwing a bone to the shippers except now it’s the whole two seasons. My followers know how I feel about fanservice just for fanservice and that’s basically all that Amour//Shipping is. That’s why Serena was already made to have met Ash when they were children; so the writers could get a “headstart” on all the blushy fanservice they could squeeze in on Serena’s end.

I fell off the ship sometime around Wulfric, particularly with the scene where Serena comforts Ash. Just that whole, “this isn’t like you,” and then trying to compare her contest losses to Ash’s battles as if Ash hasn’t been at this for seasons upon seasons and battles aren’t a completely different category because they involve actually watching one’s Pokemon get physically hurt (Pokemon battles are a sport, yes, but it doesn’t change anything; Ash also has a special Greninja so of course he’s going to be upset that having all this experience still isn’t enough to just sweep). Like, to relate to someone, yes, it helps to have something you can use as a mental comparison, but that comparison is (usually) supposed to stay mental.

Anyway, after Ash shouts at her because she doesn’t know how he feels at all (because she doesn’t) and he just wanted to be left alone (because he did), Serena throws snowballs at his face and that apparently helps make Ash feel better because Serena can do no wrong here and that just so happened to be exactly what he needed.

(I mean, that whole gym battle and what follows is already pretty trash but that solidified it for me. Basically everything XY&Z added were things I just didn’t care about.)

Oh, and Serena is also implied to steal a kiss from Ash at the very end of the season and you guys know how I feel about that. It’s mostly the fact that she’s so non-apologetic about it, just smiling and blushy and all happy whereas here’s me like, “Wait, I’m pretty sure we just missed a crucial step here??? Since when were you sure that Ash had a thing for you???”

So yeah, I’m not a fan of either ship. I have vague opinions about basically all other ships (The ship between Ash and Iris aka ”You’re such a kid” girl can rot), but Poke//Shipping and Amour//Shipping are the ones I have the strongest negative feelings for.

Brock being shipped with basically anyone is a no no for me. The guy flirts with anything that moves and I have never found it funny or charming. The closest thing young me ever came to a ship with him was Luck//Shipping (Brock X Pike Queen Lucy) but that’s basically it, and it honestly could’ve just been me thinking the idea that Ash and Brock both getting together with Battle Frontier people (I was for Ability//Shipping - Ash X Sailor Maiden Anabel - at the time) was a neat idea and both episodes that featured the respective ships had BLUSH FUEL.

I recall being into Advance//Shipping (Ash X May) when I was young (I was a multishipper back then, you see) but I avoided thinking about it too much because I wasn’t a huge fan of Max (aka “Iris before Iris existed”) and Norman’s game counterpart infuriates me even to this day so I just didn’t want to imagine Ash having to deal with those sorts of things. Plus, looking back on it, he and May were little too similar (then again, maybe that’s why I liked it?).

I expected to enjoy Aurelia//Shipping (Ash X Lillie) when I was getting into the Sun&Moon seasons but it didn’t really do anything for me. I guess maybe I was so burnt out after Amour//Shipping that I wasn’t in a shippy mood anymore? Though, it could also be that their relationship isn’t as “balanced” as I would’ve liked.

Anyway though, as for the ships I actually really like instead of just being indifferent towards or outright disliking, the big one really is just Pearl//Shipping. I suppose it makes sense given that I’m not a multishipper, don’t like Brock enough to ship him with anyone, and most other travel companions are ones I either hadn’t gotten attached to or that I’d paired with Ash long enough that, once I got older, I couldn’t really picture them with other people because my memory of their moments wasn’t strong enough.

Yeah though, PEARL//SHIPPING, I ADORE IT. Like, I’ll try to explain it as best as I can without rambling, but basically:

Dawn doesn’t make excuses when she wants to go with Ash. No “my bike," no meandering, just really casual.

THEY SING THE JAPANESE OPENING TOGETHER AND IT’S RAD. “High Touch” is like, my favorite opening theme???? And they do a duet for it??? I just???? Yes???????

It’s the little things. High-fives are like, their thing. They traded Pokemon with each other which is like, really rare for the series and it made total sense. They both have a Pokemon they keep out of their Pokeball who doesn’t want to evolve (Piplup was the Eevee partner from Let’s Go before it was cool) and no, Misty’s Togepi doesn’t count because it was Gold and Silver’s posterchild. Ash and Dawn also both gave up a speedy physical Pokemon (Primeape and Ambipom respectively) so they could participate in some sort of Pokemon sport that doesn’t exist in the games while I scream in the background because I really like said Pokemon.

DAWN IS ASH’S CHEERLEADER. SHE LITERALLY CHEERS FOR HIM DURING GYM MATCHES. THAT’S PRECIOUS.

They help and get ideas off of each other, which I think is really cool. Them trading Pokemon just furthers that sort of dynamic.

Them just supporting each other in general. There’s a moment where Dawn takes a pretty harsh loss and Ash can be seen sulking like he really gets how she’s feeling.

It also helps that Diamond and Pearl were one of the better seasons of the anime. Paul is a solid rival, I really like the creative battle techniques like spinning and countershield, and just Chimchar in general honestly. I remember the baking episode “Cooking Up a Sweet Story!” vividly and all the feels it gave me.

Yeah though. It’s not any sort of OTP pairing or anything, but out of all of the anime Pokemon ships, Pearl//Shipping is probably my favorite. I’d probably ship them a lot more if they were a little older (like, on par with the protagonists of the Black & White games, who are closer to 14/15; it’s just easier to get a gauge on personality that way).

#non ml talk #other: ask and answer #((The Gen 4 seasons do have a few weird episodes obviously but basically all the seasons do.))#((I guess I don't think as much when I watch them (though I could roast XY&Z for DAYS) because the main media of the series is the games.))#((I liked Gen 5 the best in that case by the way.))#((Black and White and their sequels are my favorites.))

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overenthusiasticcartoonlover · 4 years ago

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She and Chat Noir look at each other after they leave and touch down on a new rooftop, before just bursting into laughter.

"Did you see how worried they were? Did they really not take it as seriously before?" Chat Noir cackles, though it's more of a mad cackle, the heaviness of the situation getting to him.

Ladybug leans on his shoulder, laughing mostly out of relief at being out of there, "No, they didn't. The city has had no clue how to deal with this, and well, we weren't even taking this as seriously when we were younger."

Chat Noir rubs his eyes a bit, calming down some, "Yeah. Yeah, we didn't. At least you tried, but I just saw this as fun when I was younger. Several near misses later is when I started taking it a bit more seriously. I'd never really been free to do anything until recently, and that didn't help anything."

Ladybug looks over at him, then just gives him a gentle smile, nudging his shoulder softly, "Hey, you and me against the world, right?"

He looks back at her, giving a soft smile in return, "You and me against the world."

She straightens at that, letting her shoulders relax and looking into the night, hope filling her for the first time in ages, "At least we have help now. Let's do identities. I want your phone number, so we can meet up and talk teammates, and I can tell you everyone I know that was compromised."

Chat Noir makes such a soft, relieved noise, giving her an intense nod.

Ladybug grins back at him, taking his hand and pulling him off the rooftops, heading for an alcove on the rooftop near her house that she uses to detransform a lot now. She scoped it out earlier, and figured she'd be able to move them to her balcony to chat when they detransform.

She gets settled in the space, then releases her transformation, her and Tikki having been working on wordless transformations lately.

Marinette looks up at Chat Noir and just smiles up at him, Tikki settling on her shoulder, "Hi, Chat Noir. My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

Chat Noir's eyes are wide, his pupils dilated and he seems a bit winded. Marinette worrying for a moment about his response, before he releases his transformation. When the magic finishes clearing from him, it's Adrien that's standing there, the boy just watching her, his voice coming out a bit chocked.

"Yo-u're my lady."

Marinette understands the feeling, almost mimicking his shock for a minute, before her lips start slowly spreading into a smile, until she just bursts into laughter, surging forwards to hug him, "You're my kitty! Hahaha! God, that actually makes so much sense, now that I get to see you outside of school more often."

Adrien stiffens a bit at that, before slowly relaxing and hugging her back, his arms practically enveloping her, as he tucks his face against her hair, "Marinette. Yeah. I can definitely see it."

She just pulls back and looks up at him, her cheeks turning a light pink, as she fights back new thoughts, "Well, I'm glad we already know each other. Come on, let's go talk on my balcony. All the kwamis are with Luiza right now, which is going to feel really weird depending on how long she has everyone for. I've gotten kinda used to having a bunch of kwamis just chilling around the room."

She just climbs over to her balcony, Adrien following her after a beat, a laugh escaping his throat, "That's why you were so okay with leaving them with her. I was wondering why you'd trust her so much with everything without knowing her well, but you do know her."

"Yeah. I trust Luiza a lot at this point. And how did you not know we'd be walking into Gaige's house? I've only been there twice, and I knew that door led into their apartment." Marinette looks back at him, just teasing a little.

"Ah, yeah. I haven't actually been to their house since they changed everything. It used to lead to a stairwell that went all through the building, when I was, like, ten." Adrien gives her an awkward smile, his eyes turning sad, "I haven't actually gotten to meet the rest of Luiza's family yet either. I'm really only allowed out to class events with Luiza, and aerial manifestation practices. Father always schedules things after those practices to make sure I don't linger too long in the magic side of town, where he can't exactly come get me."

Marinette winces a bit, moving to lean against the railing of her balcony, "Oof, I know we say it a lot, but you're dad is a little too overprotective."

"I know, but at least that's how I know he loves me. He's just been a little distant since Mom died. I think he's scared to lose me like he lost her, but you guys are right, the way he goes about it isn't helping. I think Eliott and Luiza are actually helping him loosen up a bit. I know Eliott and Amelie have been trying to bully him into going to therapy." Adrien lets out a heavy sigh and moves to settle against the railing with her, looking over at her after a moment and giving a smile.

"Yeah. I'm sure therapy would help. It'd be nice to see him start being better with you." Marinette looks back at him, bumping his shoulder softly, "Either way, my door is always open if you want to come over and hang out."

"My lady, are you suggesting I sneak out of the house?" Adrien waggles his eyebrows at her, his lips quirked up in a smirk.

Marinette snorts at that, pushing his face, "You absolute dork. I'm just telling you, you can hang out here. If you happen to sneak out to get here, then that's not my problem."

Adrien laughs at that, moving to hop up on the railing, "Thanks, Marinette. You may regret that invitation though."

"Yeah, probably." Marinette chuckles, moving to lean her head on her hand and look up at him, "Hey, I don't even need to get your number now. I already have it. Did you see who all was compromised? You know everyone."

"I did, yes. Alya, Nino, Max, Kim, Luka, and Kagami. We already have Luiza as a teammate. Should we do identities with her? It'd make it easier for us to talk to her about enchantments without having to go to her house and risk being seen having a connection to her." Adrien kicks his feet a bit, hands on the railing.

Marinette thinks on that for a minute, scrunching up her nose, getting just a bit distracted by the soft way Adrien's watching her, "Um, actually, that's a good idea with the new cloaking enchantments. Try calling me Ladybug."

"Okay, Marinette. Marinette. Marinette. Yeah, no. It still works." Adrien leans back a bit, his eyes not leaving her.

"Good. Thank you, Adrien. Adrien." Marinette gives out a delighted giggle, when trying to call him Chat Noir doesn't work, "Ahaha! I love these enchantments. I need to get Luiza to teach me enchantments. I've been trying with Maman, but her magic is so much different than mine, and I only visit Adalita so often."

Adrien gives a soft smile at that, looking away from her for a moment, "Yeah. I really want to meet Adalita sometime. Los primos talk about her all the time in our group chat."

"You guys have a group chat?"

"Yeah. They all wanted to be able to chat with me, and I still haven't been able to see Lucie and Akash since the whole thing with Jackson. We'd invite Félix too, but Amelie hasn't exactly told him about magic yet. I don't know why. I just know I'm not allowed to mention it around him." Adrien shrugs, turning back to her and tilting his head, "Hey, do you have any cousins? I know you have an uncle and a few grandparents, but that's about it."

"Oh, yeah. I have a bunch of cousins. They all live in China though, so we're not exactly close, and Papa is an only child. I think it's really cool that you've got close family though. I've always wondered what that's like." Marinette moves to sit on the railing with him, kicking her feet to get steady.

"It used to be a lot nicer. I can't quite imagine not having them though. It kinda makes up for the lack of siblings."

"I bet." Marinette leans her head back and looks up at the stars, her mind still buzzing with thoughts, "If we do a reveal with Luiza, do you think we should do a reveal with the rest of the team, when we finally get one up?"

"Yes, please. I really don't like anyone being left out of the loop. I do think vetting them first is a good idea, and maybe people around our age. I think I would also prefer they be magics, so they understand what we're talking about when we talk about enchantments and the like, but I get it if we don't have much choice." Adrien watches her lights for a bit, his eyes drooping a bit, looking kinda tired, "Sucks that Alya and Nino got compromised. Alya at least would be incredibly excited."

"She would, but I barely trusted her with the miraculous in the first place, and she almost kept it after I told her not to. She's grown a bit since then, but she's still got some more growing to do. I want people that are more mature and can handle things delicately, if we come across some heavy situations, as is incredibly likely anymore." Marinette closes her eyes, humming softly to herself, "Alix is only one that really comes to mind from our class. I want her as one of our permanent teammates; I'm just not sure what miraculous yet."

"Yeah, we should figure out when ones would be best for permanent teammates, so we can have Luiza enchant those first." Adrien kicks his feet a bit, "I hate to say it, but I don't know nearly as many people as you do, or as well as you do. Do you think anyone from our aerial group would work?"

"Yeah. Honestly, I'd trust just about anyone from our aerial group, except for Cerise. I love Cerise, but I do not trust her not to keep asking me questions about everything, constantly." Marinette snorts.

"Fair. How many teammates are we thinking? We've got me, you, and Luiza officially so far, and you want Alix, which would make it two extra so far."

"Six. We know for sure Luiza and I will be able to clear akuma, and I don't want to be blindsided by anymore mass akuma things, not to mention the sentimonsters. Six people that we can actually sit down and train with, plus you and me should be just enough to handle that kind of situation, and because we can train with them, I can have some of the extra teammates train to handle different kwamis, so we can change them around if we need certain skills. And that also will help spread the work around the team.

Luiza seemed pretty confident in making the rest of the miraculouses in the box heavily reliant on guardian permission, so I'm thinking we can put a bit more trust on the extra teammates." Marinette stretches out her arms a bit, "We can sit down with Luiza sometime this week and chat with her about it, once we tell her who we are."

"Yeah, that would certainly help. I'll keep in mind who I think would be a good match too." Adrien gives a yawn, moving to lean on her shoulder, "I hate to leave so soon, Marinette, but I have an early photo shoot, and I'm really tired. Is it okay if I go home to sleep?"

"Yes, of course. You don't need to ask me if you can leave, kitty. You do look pretty tired." Marinette leans her head on his for a moment, before hopping off the railing and holding out a hand to help him down, "I didn't expect to talk this long even. We can talk some more about this tomorrow. Can you tell your dad you've got a spontaneous aerial manifestation practice with Luiza tomorrow?"

"Mmhmm. I'll text Luiza about it. She helped me enchant my phone my second practice with her, so he can't read my messages on the magic apps." Adrien takes the help down, rubbing his eyes and smiling at her, moving to wrap her up in a hug, "I'm glad to know it's you, Marinette."

Marinette blinks a little at the affection, before just getting up on her tip toes to hug him back as best as she can, "Me too, Adrien. I could never have kept being her without you, you know?"

Adrien just squeezes her softly, Marinette feeling a couple teardrops hit her ear, "Thank you, Marinette. I couldn't be him without you either."

Marinette pulls away at that, looking up to see the tears in his eyes. She gives a gentle smile at that, and reaches up to clear away a couple tears, "You are the best partner I could've asked for."

Adrien sniffles at that, eyes filled with vulnerability, before he just hides his face in her hand, his voice watery, "Thanks."

Marinette just moves to softly bop his nose, "Mmhmm. You should probably head home and sleep. You really do look tired."

He gives out a watery chuckle at that, giving her a gentle squeeze, before letting her go, "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow, Marinette."

"I'll see you tomorrow, Adrien. Be safe on your way home." Marinette lets her hand fall, smiling as he calls out for Plagg, the kwami phasing up to them from her room, where she'd set out a snack for both him and Tikki, before she left earlier.

( Full fanfic on AO3 )

#Over's Stories #ML Fanfiction #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #Identity reveal #This is from Chapter 16 #They're sweeties

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Catch Me If You Can (12/?)

298 days. That’s how long Killian Jones was away from a baseball field. It’s less than a year, only part of a season for him, but it might as well have lasted a decade as he alternated between physical therapy and spending an excessive amount of time sitting on his couch.

But then he came back and won the World Series.

It’s something no one saw coming, and it’s certainly not something anyone who knows about his arm would predict. Now it’s a new season with new possibilities, and anything could happen. On-field reporter Emma Swan will be there to cover it all even if she is not his biggest fan right now.

Asking her out live on-air will do that.

Rating: Mature

A/N: Sorry not sorry for giving my main man Rafa’s ass a shoutout in this chapter. Can you guys tell that the summer tennis season was in full swing when I was writing this? 🎾

Thanks to @resident-of-storybrooke for reading through a massive amount of words and saying positive things about them to feed my ego.

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-/-

Emma: Can you do me a favor?

Killian: I feel like I need to know the favor before I say yes to that.

Emma: You’re no fun.

Killian: I have been reliably informed by my nieces that I am fun.

Emma: It’s great that you mention your nieces, because the favor is for my nephew.

Killian: Well, you should have said that first.

Emma: You’re the worst.

Killian: What do you need, Swan?

Emma: Like a month ago, I told Leo that I could get you to sign a hat for him, and I was just reminded that I haven’t done that yet.

Killian: Ah, so now I know why you’re really dating me.

Emma: Exactly.

Killian: I can most definitely get your nephew a signed hat. I’ll give it to you tonight?

Emma: Perfect. I can’t thank you enough.

Killian: You could come over on our off day tomorrow?

Emma: I like that idea. We’ve pretty much only texted for two weeks.

Killian: Or talked with a camera in our faces.

Emma: Exactly. See you tonight. I hope you have fun sitting in the dugout the entire time.

Killian: I’ve had a pretty woman sitting next to me the last few games, so it’s enjoyable.

Emma: Julia Roberts????

Emma: Okay, I really have to go, but don’t forget about the signed hat. It’s the only way that I’m going to come over tomorrow.

Killian chuckles at Emma’s last text before closing out his phone and placing it in the front pocket of his sweatpants as thunder roars to life outside, shaking the glass panes of his window as rain starts to fall from above. It’s a light sprinkling for about thirty seconds before a torrential downpour starts taking place, the sounds of the city drowned out by the late May storm that’s happening outside. He knew there was a chance that it was coming, has checked the weather obsessively as he tends to do whenever there’s the possibility of rain, and all he can do is hope that it’s a quick summer storm that dissipates long before tonight’s game so that the field can dry enough for them to play.

If this thunder and lightning continues, however, he doesn’t think that anyone will be stepping onto the field tonight.

Humming to himself, he steps away from his window and walks the few steps to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator to find the ingredients he wants for an omelet and setting them out on the countertops. It takes him but a few moments to piddle around and start cooking himself a late breakfast, his coffee maker brewing behind him as the smell of coffee fills his nose, and soon enough, he’s raking his fork through his omelet so that metal scratches against glass as the rain continues to pour down outside, the sky only lightened by the occasional flash of light. It’s been a good while since it stormed like this, and oddly, he finds it relaxing.

Likely, it helps that he’s in the safety of his apartment and not currently wandering the streets of Manhattan trying to find somewhere to wait this thing out like so many others are.

When he’s finished eating his food, he settles back down on the couch and continues to watch the tennis match that’s playing, idly following along with the tournament as he scrolls through his phone and Instagram. He doesn’t follow that many people, mostly only his family and work-related things, so he sees a picture of Will and Belle smiling at the camera from the date that he knows they went on the other night, another photo of Elsa and the girls on Addy’s last day of kindergarten (how is his niece old enough to be finished with kindergarten?), and then one of Emma sitting with Ruby, the brightest smiles on their faces. They went out last night to celebrate Ruby’s boyfriend getting a raise, and while he hasn’t asked how the night went, it looks like it was a nice time.

And Emma is up early this morning, so she must not be too hungover. He’s both interested and terrified to know what his girlfriend would be like hungover.

His girlfriend.

They didn’t explicitly say the words, but they aren’t dating anyone else, aren’t planning on dating anyone else, so that’s what Emma is to him, right? It sounds childish and juvenile in a way, but it’s also…exhilarating. He never planned on feeling this way about a woman again, never planned on wanting to receive texts and have late-night phone conversations or hushed rendezvous in this little secluded corner outside of the clubhouse.

He’s really starting to like that secluded corner.

He’s most definitely starting to fall in love with Emma. He’s not…he’s not quite there yet, but he knows that it’s coming.

Terrifying. Exhilarating. Wonderful. Every feeling all at once.

His phone buzzes in his hand, Ariel’s contact popping up at the top of the screen.

Ariel: Game is cancelled for tonight. You have three days off now, but don’t just sit on your ass. Do some exercises.Get Will or Robin to practice some pitches with you. Work out that arm.I’m sure Al will text you in a minute.

Killian: I was thinking about living a sedentary life, actually. I’d like to really screw the team over again whenwe’re currently leading the AL East and have another home series against the Sox coming up.

Ariel: Don’t be an ass.

Killian: I promise that I will exercise. I already did my run this morning.

Ariel: Good boy.

Killian: I am not your dog.

Ariel: That’s debatable. You and Max are similar. I’ll talk to you later. I think Eric and I are finally going to repaint the living room.

He’s just about to close his phone when another message pops up, this time one he’s definitely not going to ignore.

Elsa: I heard the game is cancelled tonight, and that means you’re coming over for dinner. No questions asked. We changed Sunday night dinner since you’re pitching against the Sox that night and we can’t miss that. Liam insisted.

Elsa: And Anna is cooking tonight.

Elsa Jones knows all, and he loves her for it.

-/-

“Look at the paper that Mrs. Johnson gave me,” Addy tells him as she stacks a certificate on top of the toys already sitting in his lap, several things from Lucy but mostly arts and crafts that Addy has decided she must show off by drowning him with them. It’s this or drown in the rain that’s still going on outside. “It’s because I’m smart.”

“I can see that. I think you get that from me.”

“I get it from Mommy.”

“Well, that too,” he chuckles, flexing his toes in his sneakers so that his feet don’t fall asleep, the slight tingling sensation already appearing.

“Killian,” Lucy whispers, coming up to him with a stuffed giraffe that’s bigger than she is and placing it next to him, “I have a giraffe.”

“I don’t think that’s smelly enough to be a giraffe, little love.”

“I gave her a bath.”

“Ah,” he sighs, Lucy very obviously not getting his joke. He’s still trying to figure her out, her seriousness extremely unlike Addy’s loud and boisterous personality, but he gets that. She’s likely overpowered by her older sister, and he can understand that. So, the younger siblings very obviously have to stick together. It’s in all of the unwritten rules. “Did you use soap?”

“Yep.” “What about water?”

“Uh huh.”

“Hmm, okay.” He taps his chin as he thinks before reaching forward and bopping her nose so that it scrunches up on her face. “What about peanut butter?”

“No,” she giggles, her smile lighting up her face as she pets the giraffe before pressing it forward so that it’s giving him kisses. At least, that’s what she’s told him before, so he assumes that’s what is happening now. “Peanut butter is too sticky.”

“And it’s for eating,” Addison says before she’s placing yet another drawing on top of his lap. Where does the kid get the supplies for this? There’s no way it’s all coming from her school.

“Speaking of that, what do the two of you say about us leaving your playroom and going down to the kitchen to see when I can get some food in my belly. I’m a growing boy. I need my food.”

“You’re not growing anymore because you’re an adult.”

He winks at Addy, amusement running over every inch of him. “That’s what you think, sweetheart.”

Carefully, he starts undoing the pile that’s been covering him, making sure not to rip any of the papers or stack the stuffed animals in the wrong way, before he stands from the ground, his knees popping the slightest bit. That was an awkward position for him to sit in for a long time, hence the feet that fell asleep, and he definitely doesn’t need to be hurting himself in unconventional ways when he’s already prone to injury. His arm has felt fine since Florida, all of his games pitched until the fourth or fifth inning, and he’s convinced himself that it was simply a one-time thing. It’s not going to get that bad again.

He won’t let it.

He can’t. He won’t miss any other physical therapy sessions with Archie, and he’s not going to overdo it.

“Alright,” he laughs, leaning down and scooping each girl up over his shoulders to the sound of their giggles, “let’s go find out what your Aunt Anna is cooking for dinner.”

They’re still so small right now, but with Addy turning six at the end of June, he’s not sure how long he’s going to be able to hold both of them at once as he walks down the stairs of the townhome from their playroom to the kitchen where he can already hear everyone who wasn’t pawned off onto the kids talking.

“Killian,” Elsa scolds the moment she sees him, “put them down. Your shoulder.”

“It’s fine, Els,” he huffs even as he puts them on the ground, a slight bit of relief running through his body. “I can pick my nieces up.”

“But – ”

“I am fine,” he promises, stepping into the room to brush his lips over Elsa’s temple. “It smells good in here. What are we eating?”

“Stuffed shells,” Anna answers as she chops up a cucumber, hopefully for a salad and not the stuffed shells. “I had some leftover marinara sauce and wanted to use it.”

“Bless you,” he sighs, resting his elbows against the countertop. “Are your parents coming tonight?”

“They are stubborn and refuse to come to Sunday dinners when it’s not on a Sunday,” Anna tells him as she presses up on her toes to check in the oven. “They do not understand baseball in the way that we understand it.”

“To be fair, it’s not like someone they’re related to is a player,” Kris says.

“Hey, I am a not-so-distant relative by marriage, thank you very much.”

“I’m their son-in-law,” Kris adds, a slight roll of his eyes as he eats a roll, “and sometimes they don’t even acknowledge me.”

“Well, that’s just because they don’t think your job is a real job, sweetie.”

“Someone has to decorate the city for Christmas! It’s real! Killian plays a sport for a living!”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Killian playfully scoffs, cutting his toward Kris, “we don’t have to shit on my job to build yours up.”

“Language,” Liam warns before he takes a sip of his beer. All of them look over to the girls only to find that neither are paying any attention to them. Good. he doesn’t want to be the reason they start cursing. That is not something he’s going to have blamed on him. “And we all love the Karlssons, but they are definitely a little more old-fashioned on things. I’m a doctor, though, so I don’t have to worry about any of their judgment.”

Elsa chuckles before she slaps Liam’s shoulder, her eyes practically rolling to the back of her head. “Don’t be a jerk when you are far too invested in your brother’s career and have Kris come and decorate the house every year. A job is a job, and they have two really cool ones.”

“I was kidding, darling.” He leans in and presses his lips against Elsa’s, lingering a little too long, but that’s how they are sometimes. It’s sweet and awful all at once, and it makes him wish that he could bring Emma along to things like this instead of being the fifth wheel, seventh if Addy and Lucy can be considered a pair. “Killian, how are you handling having so many unexpected days off? I’m surprised you can even sit still when you’re so used to having something to do.”

Killian shrugs his shoulders, his nails tapping against the countertop as he feels four pairs of eyes staring at him and waiting for him to answer. “I mean, I wasn’t playing any of these days anyways, so I did my workouts at home today instead of going into work. Tomorrow will be the same, and then we’ll have games again.”

“Oh. You have tomorrow off?” Elsa asks, her eyes lighting up.

“Uh, yeah, I should. I’ve just got to do some weight training exercises and do my shoulder exercises. Why?”

“Do you want to watch the girls?”

Oh.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Reaching up to scratch behind his ears, he tries to think of an excuse, any excuse, but is coming up all kinds of short. Dammit.

(He’s probably going to be the reason Addy and Lucy start cursing.)

“I’m a little busy, love.”

“It’s your off day. What could you possibly be doing?”

“Doctor’s appointment and then a few errands,” he lies, enough guilt festering in his stomach that he may as well go ahead and schedule an appointment for his stomach. Then he won’t have really lied, right? “By the time I get everything done, you’ll practically be off work. I can spend another day with them, though. I’ll take them out to eat or to the park or even the zoo.”

“What kind of doctor’s appointment? Everything okay?”

“Just a normal check-up.” He clicks his tongue, his toes bouncing him up and down on the floor. “So, everyone’s coming on Sunday, right? Let me know where you want to sit, and I’ll get Ariel to arrange everything.”

It’s the most obvious change in conversation that he can think of, but it’s also literally all he can think of. He’s an asshole for telling Elsa he can’t spend time with the girls, but he was kind of stuck between a rock and a hard place there. It’s either disappoint his nieces or disappoint Emma, and while he’d like to disappoint no one, that’s not really an option. He had plans with Emma first, and that’s what he’s going to stick to. Maybe one day they’ll be in a situation where he can take the girls with him, and all four of them can do something without him having to lie to his family.

Today is not that day.

They’ll figure it all out.

There’s another loud crash of thunder outside, and his head turns to the side to look at the darkness outside. He’s not sure if this rain is every going to stop, and he’s really kind of dreading going home in this weather.

“Do you remember when we were younger, and you used to try to get struck by lightning?”

“Because I’m an idiot,” Killian chuckles to Liam, leaning back from the countertop and pulling a barstool out to sit on. “I thought I’d be Thor or something if I got struck by lightning.”

“That’s pretty cute, actually,” Anna gushes. “Elsa used to think that she could control the snow because she’d ask for it to snow and it usually would.”

“Anna,” Elsa laughs as she buries her face in her hands, “why are you always sharing such weird things about me?”

“Because Liam was sharing weird things about Killian, and I thought it would be funny.”

“Growing up, you guys spent December in Norway,” Liam points out while he rubs his wife’s back. “It snowed all the time. Of course you thought you could control the snow. That’s cute, sweetheart. You and Killian think you can control the weather.”

“Els, are you feeling attacked right now?” he asks.

“Absolutely.”

“I think we should get more food than everyone else for this torture.”

Elsa peeks through her fingers with a smile. “I like the way you think.”

-/-

“A signed hat, just as you requested, milady.” Killian holds the hat he signed for Leo out to Emma as he mockingly bows down in front of her while motioning her into his apartment.

“You’re so dramatic,” she laughs even as she takes the hat, placing it between her fingers before she’s wrapping her arms around his neck and slowly sliding her lips over his, her teeth already nibbling as his hands find her hips, tugging them closer to his. Bloody hell has he missed being able to do this and feeling the warmth of Emma even if she is chilled by the rain. “Thank you for that hat.”

“No problem,” he murmurs against her mouth before he closes the door with his foot and backs Emma up against it so that their bodies can press further together, her mouth opening for him as their tongues curl together in a slow, warm heat that’s simmering over every inch of him. Emma’s fingers are nimble against the back of his neck, and when she cants her hips up, brushing where he’s already half-hard against her, he groans into her mouth, weeks and months of wanting starting to boil within him. It’s hungry and rough, and he has to stop himself from stripping them out of their clothes right then and there by pecking her mouth two times before resting his forehead against hers and inhaling a sharp breath. “Hi, Swan.”

“Hi,” she sighs as her hand falls from his hair to rest on his chest, right over his wildly beating heart. She can likely feel it. “We probably should have said that first.”

“Eh, I liked our greeting better.”

She blinks up at him, her face bare of makeup so that her lashes are blonde, and her freckles are showing, before she smiles a smile so bright that he figures that happiness can be tasted on her tongue.

“It was a good greeting. I approve.”

“Me – ” he presses the inch forward to kiss the smile, “ – too. Have you eaten?”

“It’s seven in the morning. No, I haven’t eaten.”

“That’s what I figured. You want to order in, or do you want me to make you something?”

Emma hums, her bottom lips pulled between her teeth as she thinks. “You can cook. I’m here to use you for your autograph skills, your cooking, and your cable.”

“What about me?”

“You’re on the list somewhere.” Emma giggles when he runs his fingers against the skin above her shorts, and he catalogs that spot away in the back of his mind because he can most definitely use that in the future. “I’m going to get to the TV part first, though, because Roland Garros is on, and there are some matches I want to watch.”

“It’s already on.”

“I like the way that you roll, twenty-nine.”

She pushes off of him and walks the few feet into his living room, flopping down on the couch and immediately resting her feet up on his coffee table. It’s a comfortable move, and he likes that Emma feels comfortable in his home. He’ll never quite get over that. All of their private moments are here or in one of their hotel rooms when they’re on the road, and as much as he sometimes loves those rooms, nothing compares to this.

He ate too much yesterday, Anna’s stuffed shells and rolls still residing in his stomach, so he only bothers to make enough batter to make Emma a waffle since she never said what she wanted, even when he just prodded her for more information. He knows that she likes them considering she’s always eating them in the hotel dining rooms, and since the other option that came to him was a grilled cheese sandwich at seven in the morning, he figures a waffle will have to do. He very much doubts Emma is going to complain when he’s found that the way to her heart is most definitely food.

Junk food specifically.

When the waffle maker beeps several minutes later, he opens it up and plates Emma’s food, grabbing some fruit out of the fridge and topping it. He most definitely sneaks away a few of her blackberries, but, really, he deserves that. He cooked after all.

(And this is his apartment.)

“Thank you,” Emma says when he places it in her lap before sitting down next to her on the couch, their shoulders hitting together before he wraps his arm over the back of the couch, his fingers tapping against her shoulder. She leans to the side and presses a kiss to his cheek. “You’re sweet.”

“Oh, I most definitely know.”

Her eyes roll. “You didn’t want to eat?”

He groans at the thought. He’s already gotten up and done some of his stretches, drinking a protein shake, and he probably won’t eat anything else serious until tonight. “I ate too much yesterday, and I’ve had this really bad influence on me lately for how I’m eating so I’m trying to be better.”

“Sorry not sorry,” she mumbles, her cheeks puffed out with waffles inside. Did she just stuff the entire thing in there? There’s a thwack of a tennis ball against a racket on his television screen, and he turns his attention from Emma chewing to watch Rafael Nadal slide against red clay, making it all look effortless even when Killian knows that nothing about being an athlete is effortless, not even natural talent. “Damn,” Emma sighs, “that is one good ass.”

If he was eating, he’d choke on his food.

“W-what?” he sputters out, looking between the TV and Emma.

She pokes her fork at the screen, waving it in the air. “Rafa’s ass. That’s, like, a dream ass. Just look at it.”

His mouth is gaping open as he looks between Emma putting her plate of food on the coffee table and the television screen, his eyes taking in another man’s ass like this is the most normal conversation for him to be having before eight in the morning. But then again, when is anything about his relationship with Emma normal?

“I mean, it’s okay,” he lies, sinking down a little further in the couch as a ball launches into the air. “I’ve been told time and time again that my ass is pretty good too.”

Why in the world did he say that? What is wrong with him?

“I mean, you have a good ass that I very much appreciate, but no one has an ass like…that. It’s insane.”

“Should I feel insecure about the fact that you’re admiring another man’s ass?”

“No,” she promises, not even bothering to look at him as she pats his thigh, her hand likely a little higher than she intended as he grits his teeth at the touch, “but you should admire this man’s body. And his tan. People would pay a lot of money for a tan like that.” She twists her head to the side to look at him, quirking her brow. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he laughs as he reaches down to her hand and threads their fingers together, bringing her knuckles up to his lips to brush a kiss there, “I’m simply coming to the realization that my girlfriend as a thing for other athletes.”

“Step up your game, Jones.”

“I’ll try, I’ll try. I didn’t know I had any competition, so I was unprepared.”

“That is shame. I look forward to seeing how you make up for it.”

“I’ll start thinking.”

They lapse into easy conversation like they always do when they’re together, and despite all of their early complications and some of the complications that they still have, that’s what this relationship is…easy. He’s got no clue why Emma agreed to his crazy plan, but she did. That’s all that matters. As the rain continues to pour down outside for the second day in a row, he tells her about his day yesterday and how ridiculous his family is in their group meals and constant conversation. He loves them, but he imagines that to anyone else, it would be overwhelming to come into that environment. Emma shares that she spent her morning with David yesterday, hence the reminder of the autographed hat, and tells him that Ruth is planning on coming into town sometime in June. He can’t tell if she’s happy or nervous about that, but he imagines it’s somewhere in between for how Emma feels about her foster mother and the distance there.

Families and almost-families and non-families are all so damn complicated, and as fucked up as his past family life is, it makes him thankful for what he has now. They’ve gotten him through some of his darkest times, and very few people make him smile in the way that they do.

Emma.

Emma makes him smile like that.

As the morning passes, tennis ending and Netflix being switched on instead, Emma relaxes further into him, and he finds that under the dull roll of rain, nothing and no one else exists outside of the two of them. His fingers trace the skin of her upper thigh, an absentminded motion that becomes more focused when he sees small little bumps rising over her pale skin. He never thought he could enjoy the sight of pale skin so much until he saw the way Emma’s thighs look in these shorts.

She is exquisite.

“Killian,” she gasps when his nails move to her inner thigh, and when he looks over to her with a smirk, he can see the blush rising on her cheeks as her lips part and her eyes blacken with desire.

He’s wanted this for far too long, even with the short time that they’ve been together, and it’s what has him leaning into her and cupping her cheek with his palm, his thumb pressing into her bottom lip to open her up into him so that he can lick into her mouth with absolutely no hesitation, another warm, toe-curling slide that has Emma sighing into him as her hands grapple to grab onto his shirt.

It’s a quick escalation, something he can’t quite keep track of with the way that she feels under him, moving against him, and the only coherent thought that he has is the fact that this couch must be damn lucky for everything that’s happened on it.

Which is a ridiculous thought.

Desire continues to run through him, vibrations moving down each of his vertebrae and to the base of his spine, and the little sounds that Emma is making are nearly driving him into madness at the thought of sliding into her, feeling the slick heat and tight walls and…

“Ah fuck,” he murmurs into Emma’s neck, physically and mentally cursing himself.

“What?” she gasps, still rolling her hips up as her nails scratch across his biceps.

“I don’t have any condoms.”

“Oh? I – ”

“I can go buy some from the Duane Reade right across the street. It won’t be any problem, love.” He pulls back from Emma with a hiss, his pants incredibly tight despite the elastic band, only for her to yank him back down, their bodies melding together. “W-what?”

“Later,” she speaks against his lips, and it’s only now that he sees the utter darkness in her eyes, hears the deep desire in her voice. “We’ll get condoms later. We can do other things until then.”

Well those words go straight to his groin.

He arches a brow as he rolls his hips into Emma’s, his hardness meeting her softness through clothes, and she lets out a moan that he wants to memorize for all of eternity. “Yeah? Like what?”

Emma rolls her eyes, but there’s still the slightest bit of a smile on her face. “You’re a baseball player. Don’t you know about all of the bases? I feel like we’ve talked about this before.”

Killian has to press his mouth into the skin of her collarbone, his laugh muffled and the vibrations of it working their way through Emma as his fingers trace the hem of her shorts, dipping just below the elastic waist so that he can feel the edges of her underwear.

Fucking hell.

“I hate you for making that joke,” he sighs against her. His left hand keeps getting lower as his right moves higher and higher until his fingertips are ghosting over the soft swell of her breast. “You are ridiculous.”

“But you like it.”

“And I imagine,” he whispers as he bites down onto her collarbone and readjusts himself so that his knee is between her thighs and that his fingers are brushing against her clit, “that you like this.”

Emma lets out a sharp gasp, and he looks up to see her practically panting at his touch and at the slow circles that he’s working to build her up all the while he palms her breast, her nipple pressed between his thumb and forefinger. It may have been some time, but he knows that it’s not a lot of pressure, just a simple up and down motion between her bundle of nerves and her opening, but from the sounds Emma is making and the way her body is moving, he knows that he’s got a pretty good rhythm going on.

“So, you like that?” he murmurs into her neck as his fingers slip inside of her, curling the slightest bit.

“Oh, fuck yes.”

“That’s a good girl then.”

It’s almost overwhelming for him to see Emma like this, to see her lose her composure, her careful words and guarded heart, and he rather likes the way that he’s making her fall apart and under his touch, several curses and mutterings escaping her kiss-swollen lips as he tests out what she likes and what she doesn’t, letting her instruct him when she needs to.

Emma Swan sprawled out on his couch coming apart under his touch is something he always knew would be so damn wonderful but that he never thought would happen. It seemed to be too much of a dream.

With two more thrusts of his fingers and one circle around her clit, she goes quiet, her eyelids pressing together and her lips parting, and he presses up to cover her mouth with his, capturing the gentle moan himself as he works her through her orgasm, maybe even riling her up some more as his hips rolls against her thigh, desperately seeking some kind of friction.

This is like some kind of pleasant torture for him, and he wants both to stay like this forever but also needs more.

“I knew you knew the bases,” is the first thing she mutters afterwards, and he drops his forehead against hers, his nose pressing into her cheek so that he can breathe her on while he tries to regulate his breathing and his pounding heart.

“No more jokes about my job, love. They’re cheesy as hell, and if we’re not careful, I’m going to have an erection while on the mound.”

“Oh my God…there’s about five opportunities for a dirty joke right there.”

“I know, I know,” he chuckles, softly kissing her as he starts to focus on their surroundings and the reality of the step forward in their relationship that they just took hitting him. “You okay, Emma?”

“Yeah,” she promises, nodding her head and cupping his cheeks as she smiles that beautiful smile, this time a little more sated than usual. “I’m more than okay.”

His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he pulls it out so that he can turn it off only to see a text from Al pop up.

Al Dalton: I’m calling a mandatory practice in an hour. Be there.

“What?” Emma questions when he groans. Instead of answering, he simply hands his phone to her, letting her read the message. “Oh, that really sucks.”

“You’re telling me. I was having a much better time here.”

Emma adjusts herself under him so that he’s no longer covering her body, and he sits down against the couch, adjusting his joggers and thinking of every boner killer that he can possibly think of. He probably just needs a cold, bracing shower.

“Go to practice,” Emma sighs, a slight smile on her face, as she makes an attempt at fixing her hair. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? You’ve got to kick some Boston ass. And then maybe when that’s all over, we can continue what we started.”

“You have no idea how much I’d like that.”

She nods to his crotch with a smirk. “I think I do.”

#catch me if you can #cs fic #cs ff #captain swan fic #captain swan

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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 5 years ago

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Hi, I’m interested in hearing your opinion on this as a writer. Do you think the lost boys would be different if Star listened to David and drank from Michael to complete her transformation into a full-vampire? Do you think Michael would survive the attack or not? How to do you think Star will make her move? Would she outright attack or do it in a more intimate setting. If it happened intimately, would she do it in private or while David watched? 🤔 thank you.

Okay, so this has always been something that has bothered me about this movie. This is gonna be a long post, but this is my theory about not only what I think was supposed to happen, and how your question would've changed that. In summary, I think the movie would've been a lot different. First things first though.

I don't think David ever wanted Star to kill Michael. *Gasp* I know. Okay, so, in the movie, we hear two very conflicting sides from different characters that creates one HELL of a plot hole. So, Star says that she was supposed to kill Michael, right? That's what David wanted. BUT, later, Max, the all mighty powerful head-vampire, tells Lucy that he wanted both of her boys to turn in order to get to her. So, from one character we're hearing that Michael was supposed to be killed, and from the other we hear that Michael was supposed to be turned? Big ol' plot hole right there.

Unless we consider the fact that Star didn't know about Max, making her an unreliable source. This is shown from her line, "You're the secret that David was protecting." This basically confirms that she didn't know shit about David/Max's real plans, so her thought process can be completely thrown out the window. I think that David only told Star that he wanted her to kill him as an explanation as to why they were bringing Michael into the family. Because randomly turning a guy that Star shows interest in instead of killing him? Doesn't seem like a David type of move. He had to give her some explanation, and she already assumes the worst of him so....not exactly far-fetched to believe he'd turn him just so Star could kill him.

So, if Star took David's word and actually did try to kill Michael, I think this would start a whole world of problems. David was banking on the fact that Star was too nice and wouldn't actually try to kill him, and it would be his fault if she succeeded. Though, I highly doubt that she would.

I think it would take place during the time that they were alone together, so it'd probably be during an intimate moment and no, David would not be there. If he was, he wouldn't let it happen. Knowing Stars characterization, I don't think she would kill him. She might bite and she might drink, but she's too kind, likes Michael too much, and Michael is already a half too. All of these things would lead to Michael surviving the attack, and whether or not their relationship would survive is a completely different issue.

If Star pulled away, she'd probably be horrified with herself. She'd make Michael leave and tell him to stay away from her. If Michael had to force her away, he'd probably feel all types of betrayed. He would probably leave the cave, and think that his situation is entirely hopeless because even Star can't resist the thirst and this definitely isn't all in his head. Either way, I can see Star being in complete hysterics when the boys return. They see the blood on her face and their immediate first thought is oh shit. Laddies fine. Check. But Michael? They can smell Michael, but he's gone. When Star explains that she bit him and let him go (she'd probably leave out the fact that they were doing some other things when it happened), the boys are probably equally relieved and shocked. David would definitely take advantage of the situation and try to get her to feed, and would tell her she'd be able to control herself better if she finally just gave in. The main difference is that Star would end up turning. She's hysterical, either disgusted with herself for hurting someone she loved or disgusted that she hadn't even been able to pull away. Either way, David would get her to turn, because she'd see it as the only way to control herself around Michael or she'd be too hungry to refuse.

I think Michael would still seek out the boys, but the reasoning is way different. He still wants to see Star, but now he needs answers. Instead of Star being the one to comfort him after the attack on the beach, the boys are the one to comfort him after his encounter with Star. The roles are reversed, and the messages are very different. Instead of being told that he's just a half and that there's a way out of this, he'd be told that feeding was his only option and that if he wanted to see Star and be with her, he'd have to do it. They might even tell him that Star has already finished her transformation too. This would lead to Michael turning.

Now that Michael's turned, Sam and the Frogs will definitely never find out about the hideout. Since Michael already knows that they know, he'd tell the boys. The boys would probably want Michael to stay with them for his own safety (either from sunlight or the Frogs), which would lead to Lucy worrying about her "birds leaving the nest". The boys would probably tell both Star and Michael about Max in return, and how he wanted a "big vamp family", and Max would use Michael's absence to offer Lucy (again) the idea of never having an empty nest.

Overall, the big fight would never take place because Marko wouldn't die, and Max would probably try to continue to get what he wants. This can either go the route of Max succeeding, or the boys and the Frogs teaming up to kill Max and have Lucy be their matriarch.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987

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maylovexhs · 6 years ago

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THE SUPERSTAR AND THE ASSISTANT - SUPERSTAR FINAL PART*

Author’s Note: This is the final part to the Superstar series. IT'S LONG. Probably too long that I should have divided it into two posts. But, it's filled with smut so I think that makes up for it. Enjoy loves! As always, feel free to leave me feedback or message me. THANK YOU. xxx M.

Warnings: NSFW

Word Count: 7k

Masterlist

Superstar Masterlist

It has been four weeks since the Met Gala. It has been four weeks and Y/N remembered the day as exactly as it was. Y/N remembered crying as she ran down the stairs after her fight with Harry.

She remembered taking the train to the hotel after spending the entire afternoon spilling her heart out to an old friend about Harry. She remembered waking up the morning after and seeing the photos of Harry with Kendall at the Met. Y/N especially remembered her leaving a note under Harry’s hotel door. She remembered that day so well since it was the last time she saw Harry.

It has been four weeks and Harry did not contact her at all after Y/N told him she quit. Y/N expected him to show up at her door and ask her to come back but to Y/N’s surprised, he didn’t. At first, Y/N was happy Harry didn’t show up at her door. It was a sign Harry read her note. After the first week though, Y/N felt disappointed. With him, with herself, with everything really. Y/N had to admit she missed being Harry’s assistant. Sure, Harry was annoying to put up with for the most part but there was never a dull moment while she was with him. Y/N loved that Harry offered her a break from her mundane life. It wasn’t everyday someone dragged her to high end fashion stores. Y/N missed having fun with Harry. Her returning to work made her realize that.

For the record, Y/N was back to working as a regular assistant. Jeff offered her another client for her to be executive assistant but Y/N refused. She told Jeff she wasn’t ready yet to be an executive assistant. Y/N also knew she would feel more guilty if she continued to work as an executive assistant. To Y/N’s surprise again, Harry actually gave her a nice review. Probably the best she ever received. His review of her already made her feel guilty enough. Y/N knew if she served as an assistant to someone else instead of Harry, guilt would follow her around even more.

“Stop filling out that report” Y/N heard Lucy say.

Y/N looked up from the paper to see Lucy standing in front of her desk.

“Drop the pen” Lucy said. “It’s five o’clock. We officially end work”

“Give me a minute” Y/N said, looking down to the paper. “I have two pages left”

Before Y/N could write anything more, Lucy snatched the pen from her hands. Y/N looked to Lucy.

“Give me the pen back” Y/N said.

“Nope” Lucy said. “You don’t get to do overtime again today. You deserve to finish it tomorrow. Besides, it’s your birthday. Do you really want to do overtime on your birthday?”

Ah, her birthday. Just like celebrities, Y/N never made a big deal of it. It was just another day reminding her she was getting older.

“Actually, yes” Y/N answered her, smirking.

“Did she say yes?” Jessie asked Lucy, walking over to them.

Lucy crosses her arms.

“Didn’t ask her yet but she probably wants to work overtime instead” Lucy said.

Jessie’s eyes widened at Y/N.

“Are you kidding?” Jessie asked her. “It’s your birthday. At least let us take you out for drinks”

Y/N crossed her arms at them.

“Thanks but no thanks” Y/N said. “I’m fine celebrating on my own this year”

Lucy rolled her eyes at Y/N.

“You seriously got to stop being so stubborn, Y/N” Lucy said. “It’s your birthday. You deserve to have some fun tonight”

“I will” Y/N said, getting up from the desk. “At home and after I finish filling out this paper”

“You’re definitely not doing that” Jessie said. “We are going to a bar. You are coming even if it means we have to drag you there”

Y/N raised her eyebrow at them.

They are even more annoying than Harry, Y/N thought.

“You both are not going to let this go, huh?” Y/N asked them.

“Nope” Lucy and Jessie said at the same time.

Y/N let out a sigh. Y/N grabbed her jacket, hanging off her chair.

“Fine” Y/N said, putting her jacket on. “Can I at least pick the bar or change my clothes first?”

Jessie and Lucy smiled at each other. They looked back to Y/N.

“Okay” Lucy said. “But you are having more than one drink tonight”

I’ll definitely need more than one drink tonight, Y/N thought. If I am going to spend it with them.

Y/N grabbed her bag.

“Let the torture begin”

. . .

“Hey there, birthday girl” Max greeted Y/N as she walked into the bar. “Thought you said you were spending your birthday at home”

Jessie and Lucy followed behind Y/N. Y/N sat down on the bar stool, sitting across from Max.

“Well, I got dragged to celebrate” Y/N said, pointing to Lucy and Jessie.

Lucy sat next to Y/N. Jessie sat on the other side of Y/N. Lucy took out a birthday tiara from her bag and placed it on Y/N’s head.

“I can see that” Max commented. “Can I get any of you a drink?”

“A vodka tonic” Lucy said. “Three vodka tonics for all of us”

Y/N shook her head.

“Two vodka tonics and one whiskey” Y/N corrected.

Max nodded his head before walking away.

“You know the bartender?” Jessie asked Y/N. “You’ve been here before?”

“Yup” Y/N nodded. “The only bar I come to”

“The only one?” Lucy asked. “You never told us about it”

“Because I never wanted to” Y/N said.

Lucy and Jessie raised their eyebrows at Y/N in shock.

“Why not?” Jessie asked. “I would come for a drink with you if you told me about it. Wait, do you not want to hang out with us?”

Y/N shook her head at Jessie.

“No, no” Y/N said. “It’s not that. I just like keeping my work and personal life separate. I like keeping my privacy”

Max laid their drinks on the bar table. He walked away to take other customers’ drinks. Y/N decided to take a sip from her whiskey.

“Privacy?” Lucy asked her as if it was the first time she heard of the word. “I’m sorry but when has going for drinks been a sign of invading privacy? It’s not like we are looking through your computer and come across porn”

Y/N set her glass of whiskey on the table, almost spitting out her drink from hearing Lucy’s words. Y/N forced herself to swallow the whiskey.

“Lucy,” Jessie said, pointing out her inappropriate words. “Language”

“What?” Lucy asked. “I’m just saying why would she need to hide that from us? It’s a bar. Why would hanging out at a bar be invading her privacy?”

Maybe because I met my former boss at this bar and had sex with him back home, Y/N thought. But, of course, I can’t tell them that.

“It’s a long story” Y/N said to her. “I don’t feel like telling it”

“Why?” Lucy asked. “Do you have anything to hide from us?”

“Knock it off, Lucy” Jessie ordered her. “Y/N doesn’t need to”

“Or she doesn’t want to” Lucy commented.

Y/N let out a sigh. She wanted Lucy to shut up and knew the only way to get her to was to tell her the truth.

“I had sex with my ex-boss” Y/N admitted.

Lucy and Jessie stared at Y/N, becoming speechless.

“I met him here one night and we went back to my place for sex” Y/N explained. “I became his assistant later but nothing happened between us during work”

“Y/N . . . .” Jessie said, trying to speak through her shock. “You had sex with a superstar? With one of our clients? Who?”

“I can’t say” Y/N said. “But I didn’t know he was a client until I saw him at the firm”

“Was he an A-list star?” Lucy asked. “Did you have sex with Bruno Mars?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Lucy.

“Listen, I answered your question” Y/N said. “Just don’t tell Jeff or Irving. The last thing I need is being fired”

Lucy and Jessie nodded their heads.

“Yeah, of course” Jessie promised. “Definitely not to the public too”

Lucy sipped on her vodka tonic for a moment.

“Do you still have his number?” Lucy asked Y/N.

“Yeah” Y/N answered. “Why wouldn’t I have it? I had to have it if I worked for him”

“Are you still in contact with him though?” Jessie asked. “Are you still talking?”

“No” Y/N shook her head. “I wish we were though. I miss him”

“Then call him and talk to him” Lucy said.

“I can’t” Y/N said. “I left him a note saying I quit and that it was best if we never spoke again. I wrote that it would never work out between us”

Jessie sipped on her drink.

“How long has it been?” Lucy asked. “Maybe he still likes you”

“He probably doesn’t anymore” Y/N said. “I fought with him and-“

“HOLY SHIT” Lucy cursed, cutting Y/N off.

Lucy’s eyes widened, looking behind Y/N.

“What?” Y/N asked.

Y/N turned around to see what Lucy was fussing about. The second she did, she wished she went to another bar. Her boss, Jeff, walked into the bar and right behind him was his best friend, Harry. Harry, to her only. To Lucy, superstar Harry Styles.

Harry noticed Y/N immediately, smirking at the sight of her. How could he not? It had been weeks since he last saw her and he missed her like hell. For fucks sake, he dragged Jeff with him to the bar just to see if Y/N was here. Harry remembered it was Y/N’s birthday and hoped she would be celebrating at her favorite bar. And she was, wearing a black dress which Harry had to admit turned him on a bit. Jeff noticed Y/N too. However, Jeff had a different reaction to Y/N.

“Y/N?” Jeff asked her. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s her birthday” Harry said, smiling and pointing to the birthday tiara on Y/N’s head. “Nice tiara”

Y/N took it off her head, forgetting she had it on.

“Thanks” Y/N said, faking a smile at him. “Lucy and Jessie dragged me out to celebrate”

Jeff looked to Lucy and Jessie. They waved at him. Jeff looked back to Y/N.

“Ah, well happy birthday then” Jeff said.

Y/N nodded, smiling.

“We’ll try not to bother you tonight” Jeff said, referring to Harry behind him. “Happy birthday again”

Jeff walked past Y/N to the back of the bar. Harry stayed where he was, standing in front of Y/N. Y/N crossed her arms at Harry.

“Didn’t expect you to come here” Y/N said.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Harry asked her. “You said so yourself it’s empty and it’s a good place to get away”

Y/N raised her eyebrow at Harry, not believing him for a second.

“Is that why you really are here?” Y/N asked. “Or did you think I was going to be here?”

A grin grew on Harry’s lip.

“Thought might have crossed my mind” Harry said.

Y/N uncrossed her arms.

“So, you came to talk to me? Four weeks after I quit?” Y/N asked. “You could have called me or something”

“How could I?” Harry asked her. “I woke up in the hotel room and saw the note under my door that said you left and didn’t want to speak to me ever again. How could I call you after I read that?”

Y/N looked down, knowing how much of an idiot and a hypocrite she looked liked.

I didn’t mean it, Y/N thought. I wrote it because I was pissed off.

“Umm, Y/N” Y/N heard Lucy call her.

Y/N and Harry looked to Lucy before looking back to each other.

“Sorry” Y/N said to Harry. “Just Forget What I said”

Y/N walked away from Harry and to the bar’s restroom. She felt her eyes fill up with water but didn’t want anyone to see, especially Harry. Harry sensed Y/N was hurt and wanted to follow her and apologize for what he did. He couldn’t though. Not when Jeff was here and everyone was looking on him ever since he entered the bar. He didn’t want to draw anymore attention to himself.

Harry watched as one of Y/N’s friends leave in the same direction as Y/N. Y/N’s other friend stayed and smiled at him.

“So. . .” Lucy said. “You’re the ex-boss Y/N slept with?”

. . .

“If you loved him, why did you leave the note?” Jessie asked her.

“I don’t know” Y/N said, sniffing. “I thought I didn’t love him. I thought I couldn’t after our fight, so I left. But I do love him. I realized it soon after I left”

“So, why don’t you tell him that?” Jessie asked.

“Because I’m me and I can’t” Y/N said. “I hate being vulnerable. I strayed from relationships and always felt comfortable alone until . . . him”

Jessie looked down to the floor, letting out a sigh. For the past few minutes, Y/N had been telling Jessie about everything that happened between her and Harry. From the moment they met in this bar to Harry wanting to have sex in an elevator with her and to Y/N finding out Harry planned to take her to the Met Gala. Y/N told Jessie everything and of course, Jessie felt the same as Y/N. They were both confused of what to do now.

The door to the restroom opened, with Lucy walking in. Lucy smiled at them.

“He’s a pretty chill dude” Lucy said. “Still can’t believe you slept with him though”

Y/N crossed her arms at Lucy’s comments.

“Is he still here?” Y/N asked her.

“Yup” Lucy answered, nodding. “He told me he wants to talk to you”

Y/N and Jessie looked to each other and then back to Lucy.

“Why?” Jessie asked her.

“Probably to get back in Y/N’s pants” Lucy said. “Why else?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Lucy.

“You’re not helping” Jessie said.

“Listen, he told me he wanted to talk with Y/N about New York” Lucy said. “He didn’t tell me anything else since Jeff came over and Harry didn’t want him to know anything. Pretty sure they are playing billiards now”

“What do you want to do, Y/N?” Jessie asked. “Ditch or talk to him?”

Both options seemed horrible to Y/N. She either could leave the bar and let the guilt haunt her for the rest of her life or talk to Harry and face embarrassment and might potentially be fired by Jeff.

Potentially. Y/N thought. Harry was Jeff’s best friend. He can’t fire his best friend’s girlfriend, right?

“Y/N” Jessie called on me.

“Yeah?” Y/N asked.

“What do you want to do?” Jessie asked.

Y/N uncrossed her arms, letting out a sigh.

“I don’t know. I have no fucking clue. . .” Y/N said, leaning her head back against the bathroom wall. “I know it was fucking hell missing him all this time. I know that ever since we first met, I couldn’t stop thinking of him. I know as much as he drives me crazy, he also makes me feel the most safe. But I don’t know if being with him is all worth it”

“All worth what?” Jessie asked.

“The pain” Y/N said, looking down to the ground. “I’m afraid of getting hurt. I’m afraid that if I show him I am vulnerable, he’ll take advantage of it and hurt me. I don’t want to be with him if that means I will get hurt.”

Y/N sniffled again, feeling her eyes begin to water up once more.

“I’m tired of being hurt” Y/N said. “How can I open up to him if I don’t know if I will get hurt”

“I think there’s only one way to find out” Lucy said.

Y/N looked up to Lucy.

“Talk to him” Lucy said. “See how you feel after you do”

Y/N turned to the bathroom sinks. She looked at herself in the mirror above one of the sinks. She wiped an some tears off her face. Y/N turned around to Lucy and Jessie.

“I’ll see you at work tomorrow” Y/N said. “I’ll tell you if anything happens”

Y/N walked past them and exited the restroom. She walked towards where she sat before. Max noticed Y/N walking over.

“Here” Max said, handing over Y/N her purse. “Kept it behind the bar in case anyone stole it”

“Oh, thanks” Y/N said. “Didn’t notice I left it alone”

“I have your friends’ too” Max said.

Y/N smiled at him, nodding. She opened her purse, searching for some cash.

“Don’t worry about paying” Max said. “It’s your birthday. Special treat”

“Thanks Max” Y/N said.

Y/N looked down as she shoved the cash back in her purse.

“You’re leaving?” Y/N heard Harry say.

Y/N looked up to see him standing next to her.

“I wanted to” Y/N said. “Lucy told me you wanted to talk”

Harry smiled at her.

“Can we?” Harry asked. “About New York and-“

“About my note?” Y/N said, finishing his question.

“Yeah” Harry nodded.

“Can we not talk here though?” Y/N asked. “I don’t feel comfortable talking with Jeff watching us”

Harry turned to look at Jeff and turned back to Y/N.

“Give me a minute” Harry said to Y/N.

Y/N watched as Harry walked away to Jeff. Y/N and Max looked to each other.

“I have a feeling I’m going to see him around here more often” Max commented. “And with you”

“Hmm, that reminds me . . .” Y/N began to speak. “Why didn’t you warn me of who he was when I met him?”

“What do you mean?” Max asked her.

“I mean, why didn’t you tell me I was talking to a superstar that night?” Y/N asked him. “You didn’t even throw a hint”

Max smiled at her.

“Maybe I forgot to tell you” Max said.

Y/N squinted her eyes at him, knowing he was lying. Harry walked back to her.

“Alright” Harry said. “Where do you want to talk?”

. . .

They headed back to Y/N’s apartment. Unlike the first time Y/N brought Harry back to her home, they weren’t kissing each other this time. Instead, they sat at Y/N’s small kitchen table and talked. They talked.

“If I pissed you off enough for you to hang out with Kendall after the party, why did you give me a good review?” Y/N asked him. “The last thing I expected was you to give me a nice review”

Harry chuckled.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Harry asked. “You were a good assistant. And, I think Jeff would suspect something happened between us if I gave you an awful review”

Y/N blushed, picturing Jeff’s reaction if he found out that way.

“I’m surprised you didn’t come in the firm since” Y/N said. “Even for Jeff”

Harry smirked.

“I didn’t want to upset you” Harry said. “On accident or on purpose. I think I’ve put you through enough that I was scared of your reaction if you saw me”

Y/N chuckled.

“Was I really that scary when we fought?” Y/N asked him.

Harry smiled at her.

“A little” Harry admitted.

Y/N smiled to herself.

“Good” She said.

They both let out a laugh. They looked to each other.

Harry and Y/N both had to admit they still liked each other. Actually, probably loved each other. They knew it was practically torture being apart from each other and only knew they didn’t want to miss each other anymore. The problem was they both didn’t know how to tell the other.

“Umm. . .” Harry began to speak. “Y/N, I-“

“I need to pee” Y/N blurted out, cutting him off.

Harry squinted his eyes at her, surprised.

“I’ll be right back” Y/N said, standing up from the chair.

Y/N walked out from the kitchen and walked to the bathroom. She shut the door behind her, locking it. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She looked tired. She felt it too but she didn’t want that to stop her from telling Harry she liked him. Y/N turned to the side to see how her body looked in her black dress. Y/N had got an idea.

Maybe I could show him how much I missed him, Y/N thought.

Y/N unzipped the side of the dress, taking it off. Y/N slipped the dress off, watching it fall around her feet. Y/N looked at her body again. She thought she looked hot. But Y/N didn’t want to look just hot. She wanted to look desperate. Desperate to be fucked by Harry. Y/N knew what she had to do.

Y/N unhooked the back of her bra and slipped it off her. She pulled down her underwear and stepped out of it and out the dress completely. Y/N took off her heels, wanting not to give away the surprise. Y/N quietly exited the bathroom, slowly tip toeing down the hall. She peeked her head in the kitchen to see what Harry was doing. He’s on his phone, Y/N thought. Thank God.

Y/N walked into the kitchen. Harry only noticed she came into the kitchen once she pushed his phone away and sat on his lap, straddling him.

“Y/N, what are you-“

Y/N stopped Harry from talking, kissing him. She tilted her head to side, deepening their kiss. Harry let go of his phone, not caring it dropped onto the floor. All he cared about was having Y/N in his hold.

Harry grabbed Y/N by the hips, pulling her closer to him. Harry’s cold hands roamed all over Y/N’s back, his rings grazing over her skin. Y/N ran her fingers through Harry’s hair, tugging gently on Harry’s curls. Y/N pulled herself away from Harry’s lips, trying to regain her breath.

“I-I want you” Y/N said, keeping her eyes shut. “I want to be with you”

An uncontrollable smirk grew on Harry’s lips.

“Are you sure?” Harry asked her. “I don’t want to force-“

“I want to” Y/N said, opening her eyes. ”I kept thinking of you after that night at the bar and after New York, I missed you like hell. More than I ever missed anyone before. I desperately want to be with you. I’m the naked one here.”

Harry smiled from ear to ear hearing her say that.

“I missed you too” Harry told her.

Y/N smiled in relief. Harry cupped Y/N’s cheeks before pressing his lips onto hers. Y/N for the first time in a while, felt safe again and it was because of Harry. Y/N knew Harry had this effect of making people feel accepted. He always had that presence to him. It made her have another drink with him when she first met him. It made her tell him about her unfortunate past. It made her miss him. He had become home for so many people, especially for Y/N’s. He was a better home than all she ever did have. She finally felt at peace and with him.

Harry drew his lips away from Y/N. He nuzzled his nose to hers. Y/N kept her eyes closed, her eyelashes fluttering and tickling Harry’s cheeks.

“Fuck me please?” Y/N asked in a low voice.

Harry smirked, pulling himself away from Y/N.

“How can I refuse?”

Y/N opened her eyes, swearing she had become more wet from just hearing Harry say that. If there wasn’t a stain on Harry’s pants before, there was probably one now.

Y/N wrapped her hands around Harry’s neck, kissing him again. Her hands moved down his chest to down his torso. Y/N tugged the bottom of Harry’s shirt. Y/N broke their kiss off to pull his shirt off him. Harry leaned forward, wrapping Y/N’s legs around his waist. Harry wrapped his hands around Y/N’s hips, slowing standing up from the chair. Y/N expected Harry to carry her to the bedroom. Instead, Harry sat her down on the kitchen table. The ice cold metal of the table left Y/N’s ass in a frenzy.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Y/N asked him. “I thought we were going to my room”

“We are but I missed you too much” Harry confessed.

Y/N blushed at Harry words but grew confused. She smiled at him.

“I did too but-“

“I miss the taste of you on my tongue” Harry said.

Y/N placed her hands on the kitchen table, being taken aback. Y/N understood him. She slowly laid back on the table, letting her legs dangle off the table. Harry stood between her legs.

“Go ahead” Y/N said, grinning. “Have a taste”

Harry had a sinister smile on his lips. He looked down on Y/N’s body, taking in the sight of her. He swore his cock already was hard just looking at her. He felt like he was going to explode in his trousers but he didn’t want to yet. His mind was stuck on having his fingers in Y/N again.

Harry leaned over Y/N, leaving a sloppy kiss on her lips. He began to leave a trail of kisses down her neck while intertwining their fingers together. Harry kissed down her neck to her chest, stopping right above her nipple on her left breast. Harry smiled to himself.

Maybe I’ll leave her a reminder of me whenever she’s naked alone in bed, Harry thought.

Harry pressed his lips on Y/N’s breast, sucking at her skin. Y/N bit her lip, trying to not let out a single whine. Y/N was sensitive to every little touch of his. Particularly, her breasts was highly sensitive. Her time of the month was coming but Y/N didn’t mind the extra tenderness. To her, it heightened the sensation she felt.

Harry moved his lips away from Y/N’s skin, looking down at his work. He smiled, seeing the red imprint he left on her. He wanted to leave more. Harry cupped Y/N’s other boob, his fingers tracing over Y/N’s nipple. Harry opened his lips, lowering his mouth around Y/N’s nipple. Y/N swore she was about to lose it from that only.

Y/N entangled her hands into Harry’s hair, tugging softly on his curls. She tugged a little harder when she couldn’t take the pain anymore.

“Fuck. . .” Y/N said under her breath.

Harry looked up to her, hearing her mutter. Harry stood up, looking down on Y/N’s body. He smirked to himself, watching how his love bites moved each time Y/N took a breath. He wanted to keep this image of Y/N with him forever. Y/N slowly opened her eyes and looked up to Harry.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked.

“Nothing” Harry said. “Just admiring”

Harry turned around, pulling the chair closer to the table. He situated the chair between Y/N’s legs. Harry sat down and grabbed Y/N’s legs, letting them dangle off his shoulders now. Harry wrapped his arms around Y/N’s thighs. Without any hesitation, Harry swiped his tongue against Y/N’s folds.

Y/N gasped, forgetting how good it was having Harry between her thighs. She knew it’s been months since Harry been down there but she expected she would be somewhat prepared for a next time. She couldn’t be anymore wrong.

“OH GOD” Y/N moaned out as she felt one of Harry’s fingers enter her.

Y/N gripped onto the sides of the table. She looked down at Harry between her thighs.

He’s eating me out on my kitchen table, Y/N thought. He’s eating me out where I have my meals. He’s eating me out like my pussy is his meal.

Y/N rolled her eyes back when Harry ran his tongue up and down her cunt while slipping his fingers in and out of her.

“Uh Fuck! Just like that-“ Y/N said, bringing her hands up to her chest. “Keep doing that”

Y/N grinded her hips onto his lips, becoming desperate to cum already. Y/N was needy for Harry. She knew she was dripping for him. She was pretty sure she was dripping off her kitchen table and onto the floor.

Y/N continued to let out a moan after another while Harry continued to swirl his tongue over her clit again and again. Her legs were shaking more than she was ever used to. Y/N felt like she was on edge of her climax.

“H. . .” Y/N whimpered. “I-I’m gonna-“

Harry stopped licking Y/N and stood up from his chair. He hovered over Y/N but continued to slip his fingers in and out of her.

“C’mon love” Harry said. “Show me how much you missed me. Let me see how you pretty your face is when you cum”

With those words and Harry’s fingers, Y/N came. Y/N wrapped her legs around Harry’s waist, clenching onto him as she felt her come undone. Harry smiled at her, watching her as she rode through her orgasm.

“FUCKING-OH!” Y/N screamed out, arching her back. “I- UH”

Y/N gripped the sides of the table again, holding on as she felt a million stars explode in her. She let out a few remaining moans in her as she experienced her orgasm. Y/N had plenty of orgasms before but none, including the one she had before with Harry, never felt this intense.

Harry pushed Y/N’s hair back from her face. He swiped some sweat off her cheeks as Y/N began to cool down from her high. He traced his fingers across her lips.

“I missed that look on your face” Harry said.

A small smile formed on Y/N’s lips. She unwrapped her legs from Harry’s waist, trying to recover herself. She kept her eyes still shut, still seeing some colors before they disappeared for good.

Harry stood up, looking down at his pants and the floor.

He smiled to himself, discovering that Y/N squirted. His crotch area was wet and Y/N’s pussy was dripping more than he ever saw before. He had pride for himself since he was the one to make her squirt.

“Y/N” Harry called her.

“Mhmm” Y/N hummed, lifting her hand above her head.

“Y/N” Harry called her again.

Y/N opened her eyes, looking at him.

“What H?” Y/N asked him.

Harry stepped back, letting Y/N have a better view of his pants. Y/N’s eyes widened. Besides seeing Harry had an obvious bulge in his pants, his pants were wet itself.

“Holy shit” Y/N said, slowly sitting up on the table. “Was that me? I never-“

“Squirted?” Harry asked, stepping closer to her.

“Yeah. . .” Y/N blushed. “I didn’t think I could do that”

Harry smirked at her.

“Y/N . . .” Harry said. “That was the most sexist thing I ever saw”

Y/N smiled, being relieved. Harry wrapped Y/N’s legs around his waist again.

“C’mon” Harry said. “I’ll carry you to your room”

“Wait, no” Y/N shook her head at him. “I want to go down on you too”

Y/N removed her legs from Harry. She began to unzip Harry’s pants. Before she could unbutton his pants, Harry stopped her. Harry held her hands in his.

“What?” Y/N asked him.

“You don’t have to do this because you feel like you need to” Harry told her. “I don’t want you to feel forced to”

Y/N smiled at him.

He changed. He cared about her being comfortable around him. He didn’t want to rush or bother her.

“I want to, H” Y/N said. “Please can you let me give you something at least?”

Harry bit his lip, looking down. He looked back up to her.

“You better not be lying” Harry said.

Y/N unbuttoned his pants.

“H, I really want to suck your cock” Y/N said.

Harry stepped back. He bent down, pulling his boxers and pants down. Y/N almost gasped seeing Harry’s cock spring out of his boxers. Y/N limped off the kitchen table and stood back on the floor. Y/N pushed Harry to sit back in the chair. Harry was about to speak but Y/N cut him off.

“Y/N, if you”

“I want to” Y/N said. “I mean it when I say it this time”

Harry nodded at her. Y/N bent down on the floor, sitting on her knees. She ran her fingers down the shaft of Harry’s dick, stroking it. Y/N leaned over, licking the tip of his hard cock with her tongue. Harry felt he was going to cum from that alone and it was only the beginning.

Y/N looked up at Harry as she swirled her tongue up and around Harry’s tip. She kept stroking Harry’s length as she licked him up and down. Y/N swiped her tongue over any escaped pre-cum of Harry’s. Y/N fluttered her eyes at Harry when Harry pushed her hair back from her face.

Harry felt like he was going to explode at an instance. His breathing became sharp. He could only let out unsteady exhales. He had to admit he daydreamed about having his cock in Y/N’s mouth too many times within the past few months. However, he couldn’t ever imagine her lips felt this good around his dick.

Harry watched as Y/N slowly slid his member into and out of her mouth. Harry let out a deep throated moan at the sight of Y/N tightening her lips around his cock. As much as Harry wanted to cum all over Y/N’s mouth right in this moment, Harry felt that it was only right if he came inside her. Just like the first time they had sex together.

Harry cupped Y/N’s jaw in his hand. He made a hand gesture at her, beckoning her to stand up to him. Y/N slowly rose up, leaving sloppy kisses on his chest up to his neck. She straddled Harry.

“What is it this time?” Y/N whispered. “What did I do wrong this time?”

Y/N pouted her lips at Harry, making him more eager to be inside her.

“We need a condom” Harry said to her in a shaky breath.

Y/N brushed back a curl of Harry’s hair.

“Here or in the bedroom?” Y/N asked him.

“Bedroom” Harry answered.

Y/N stood up, getting off Harry. She skipped to her bedroom, running over to her bedside table. She opened the bottom drawer, taking out a condom. Y/N ripped it open and slid out the latex material. Harry walked into the bedroom.

“Where should I sit?” Y/N asked him.

She knew it was still his turn to be pleased.

Harry sat down in bed, his back against Y/N’s headboard.

“On me” Harry said.

Y/N crawled over on the bed to him. She placed the condom on Harry’s tip and rolled it down his cock. Y/N situated straddled over Harry.

“Other way” Harry said.

Y/N grew confused at his request.

“Trust me” Harry said. “Turn around”

Y/N nodded, turning around. Her back faced against Harry’s chest. Y/N sat up as Harry positioned his cock along to her entrance. Y/N slowly sat down, sinking onto his cock. Y/N and Harry hissed as she sunk down. Y/N was still sensitive and Harry was burning with pre-cum. Harry placed his hands on Y/N’s hips and nuzzled his face into the crook of Y/N’s neck.

“You okay?” Harry asked her.

“Mhmm” Y/N nodded. “Just need to get used to you again”

Harry kissed Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N began to slowly lift up and down on him. Harry helped Y/N, controlling the pace by holding her hips. Once Y/N maintained the same pace, Harry’s hands traveled from her hips to her breasts. He cupped and squeezed them with each moan that escaped his lips. It didn’t take a while until Harry felt he was about to cum.

Harry’s hands ran down Y/N’s body, stopping and resting his hands on her lower stomach. Harry nuzzled his head into the crook of Y/N’s neck. He tightened his arms around Y/N’s waist, holding her closer to him.

“Y/N . .” Harry said under his breath but close enough for Y/N to hear.

“Mhmm” Y/N hummed, slightly turning her head to the side while still allowing Harry to be buried into her neck.

“I’m-I’m going-“ Harry stammered, trying to speak.

Y/N placed her hands on Harry’s.

“I know” Y/N said. “I can feel you throbbing inside me”

Harry shut his eyes, feeling he was reaching his climax. Harry brought his hands back up to Y/N’s tits, squeezing them a bit too harsh as he came.

“FUCKING-“ Harry shouted and bit down on Y/N’s shoulder.

Y/N rolled her head back on Harry’s shoulder, moaning from Harry’s biting her. Y/N put her hands on Harry’s again, feeling him squeeze her. Y/N took her head off Harry’s shoulder, looking down at how Harry clanged for her. She knew Harry only embraced her to give him some sense of sanity as he felt overwhelmed from cumming. Despite feeling pain from Harry biting her, Y/N had to admit the position they were in was somewhat romantic. Harry was clutching onto her for dear life like she was the only thing that mattered to him. Y/N thought it was also romantic that she felt Harry twitching in her too.

Harry lifted his head from Y/N’s shoulder, resting his head back down into the crook of her neck. Y/N felt Harry’s hot breath against her skin. She brought one of her hands up to play with his curls as he calmed down.

“Sorry” Harry murmured into Y/N’s ear. “Didn’t want to bite you”

Y/N stopped playing with Harry’s hair, resting her hand back down.

“It’s okay” Y/N said. “I don’t think concealer can cover that up though”

Y/N felt Harry chuckle against her skin.

“You could always miss work” Harry said.

Harry lifted his head again and pressed a kiss onto the bite mark he left on Y/N. Y/N hissed. Harry squeezed Y/N’s breasts once more before taking his hands off them.

“You can hop off if you want” Harry told her.

Y/N sat up, looking down as she watched Harry’s cock slip out of her. Harry’s cum was visible in the condom. Y/N slowly crawled off the bed and walked into her bathroom. She looked into the mirror, examining the bite mark Harry left on her. It was red. Y/N saw specs of blood in the bite. The next two weeks were going to leave her sore.

Harry walked into the bathroom, throwing his condom into the trash bin. He walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He smiled at the sight of both of them in the mirror.

“The bite looks good on you” Harry said. “I should have left more bites on you”

“So everyone can find out about us?” She asked, joking. “You really want Jeff to find out so I could get fired, huh?”

“Mhmm” Harry hummed, kissing down Y/N’s neck. “We could make up all the time we missed apart”

Y/N smiled, looking down.

As much as she wanted to work for Harry again, she still needed a little some sense of privacy in her life. Even if it was her annoying job. Being with Harry as his girlfriend satisfied her though. Besides, if anything her job taught her it was not to mix business with pleasure.

Y/N looked back up to Harry to see him watching her in the mirror. She turned her head to him.

“Maybe in a few years, H” Y/N told him.

Harry smirked at her.

“Expected you to say that” Harry said. “Are you sure though? We make a good team. The superstar and his assistant”

Y/N intertwined her fingers with Harry’s.

“I’m more than sure” Y/N said. “Anyways, you’ll always be my superstar”

Harry smiled at her.

“Alright, assistant” Harry said, playing into Y/N’s words. “I’m still not done with you for tonight, love”

Harry took his hands off Y/N and turned her around. He lifted her up to sit on the sink’s countertop. Y/N wrapped her legs around Harry’s waist.

“Whatever you say, superstar”

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benhardyisdaddy · 6 years ago

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What A Time - Part 6

MASTERLIST

(HI omg okay so im sorry if i repeat gifs for certain chapters im just so lazy and cba to find more UGH okay anyways i hope u like this part, this story has gone crazy since the first chapter and im loving it?? im such a drama HOE UGH anyways ily BYEEE)

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The drive back to the hospital felt like forever to Roger. Brian drove them all as he stared out the window the entire time. The moment he saw you again at that party was the moment he realized how badly he had messed up when he let you go. He was stupid for choosing anyone over you, because you are the one he needs. He lost you once, he will do anything to not lose you again.

Roger looks over to Mary and watches as she’s deep in thought. He knows she doesn’t want to be a part of this. She had too stopped talking to him after what he did to you. She didn’t want to trick or lie to you, just to make Roger feel better. But she does know how happy he use to make you. So maybe that could possibly happen again. You could finally be happy.

“What’s that?” asks Fred, staring at a box in Roger’s lap. Rog looks down and smiles.

“It’s a bunch of pictures of her and I. Little trinkets that I saved. Movie stubs, concert tickets, stuff like that. Thought it might help.”

Mary looks over and her heart softens a bit realizing that even though you were gone, Roger had kept every little thing he had of you. He catches her eye and she quickly looks away. He frowns and looks back out the window, holding the box close to himself. The car ride dragged on when eventually the bright blue hospital sign comes into view.

Brian drives through the large parking lot and finally finds a spot up close. They all jump out and look up to the building. Mary hurriedly walks towards it, leaving the boys behind. She didn’t want to wait any longer. She wanted to see her best friend. She wanted to know if she remembered her or not. The boys had to jog to catch up to her. She walks and presses the elevator button, waiting a moment before it opens up. They rush into and roger presses floor 3. It slowly rises up and they all exit. Roger walks to the front desk and smiles a nurse.

“Is y/n y/l/n still in room 308?” he asks.

The nurse looks behind him and at everyone else. She raises a brow and grabs your file and begins reading. She shakes her head.

“She’s out of ICU. She’s on the second floor, room 210.”

Roger turns and they all run back to the elevator. The impatiently wait for the elevator again and go down a floor. They all rush off and walk back up to a desk where another nurse is sat.

“Hi, I’m looking for room 210.” says Mary, walking in front of Roger. He takes an awkward step back and watches her.

“It’s down this hall, last door on the right.”

You all say thank you as you rush down the long, narrow hall. The room number 210 comes into view and everyone pauses. Roger takes in a deep breath and looks to Mary. Her jaw is tensed and her eyes are watery. Fred slides his hand into hers and she looks at him and sadly smiles. They all slowly walk to the door, but freeze when they hear voices on the inside. It’s you talking and a man.

“I think she’s talking to the doctor.” says John, listening.

All of a sudden you laugh loudly as does the man. Roger’s brows furrow as he shakes his head.

“No,” he says. “That’s not her doctor.”

He brings his hand to the door and pauses before gently knocking on it. You laugh loudly once and it makes his heart full to hear it. How badly he’s missed your laugh. He smiles when he hears you call out to them.

“Come in!”

Mary looks to Roger and they give each other a nervous look. He slowly opens the door and all of them peer into the room. You’re sat on the bed, sitting all the way up this time. You’re smiling and the color has come back to your cheeks. The swelling on your eye is still bad, but the bruises everywhere else aren’t as dark as the last time he’s seen you. You look at the group of people staring at you and awkwardly smile, sitting up more. You wince and the man on the bed reaches for your arm and helps you. Roger watches him and frowns a bit. Who is he? Mary takes a step forward and smiles.

“Y/n?” she asks, sniffling a bit.

You look up to her and nod. She was hoping you would call out her name and be excited to see her. Instead, you waited for her to continue.

“Do you remember me? It’s Lucy.” she says quietly.

You narrow your eyes and slowly shake your head.

“No, I’m sorry. Were you here earlier?” you ask.

Her chin quivers as her worst nightmare is coming true before her. She shakes her head and a few tears spill down. You look at her nervously and then to Roger. The man sat on the bed watches all of them silently, just as confused as you are.

“I remember you tho.” you say. Roger’s head perks up a bit. He smiles and takes a step inside the room. Brian, Freddie and John follow behind.

“You were here yesterday.” you say. His smile once more falls.

“I’m sorry,” says the man. “How do you know y/n?”

Roger looks at him quickly and anger and frustration builds up inside of him.

“How do you know y/n?” he asks, rude. Mary places her hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

“I’ve known her for a few days now actually.” he says, looking to you smiling. You blush and smile back.

“Before the accident?” asks Fred, finally speaking up. The man nods.

“You all look so familiar.” you say, studying their faces, mostly Fred’s.

“You remember him, but not us?” asks Roger, sounding hurt.

You freeze and aren’t quite sure what to say to this man. You look to Max and slightly shake your head.

“Maybe you should come back later.” says Max.

Roger’s brows furrow and he tightens his fists.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Well how do you know her?” asks Max, getting irritated.

“Roger, let’s go.” says Brian.

“I’m not going anywhere!” he says loudly.

“Who are you?” asks Max, standing up.

“I’m her boyfriend!” yells Roger.

You freeze and stare at him wide eyed. Your boyfriend? Max looks to you and all you can do is stare at Roger, your mouth slightly parted.

“Roger,” whispers Mary.

“I don’t understand. I don’t know you.” you say quietly.

Roger closes his eyes and shakes his head.

“You should leave.” says Max again.

“I’m not going anywhere! Y/n, look,” he says holding up the box. “I have pictures of us!”

Your head begins throbbing as you take in all of this information at once. You stare at the box and go to speak.

“And this is Brian, Freddie and John. They’re like your second family! And this is Mary,” he says looking to her. She awkwardly smiles and looks down. “She’s your best friend!”

You look to her and shake your head just as there’s a loud knock at your door. You feel tears spill down your face as you start to get upset with all of these accusations about the people around you. Your door opens quickly and in walks your doctor. He freezes as he looks at everyone in the room. He looks to you and notices you’re crying and look almost scared. He frowns and looks at Roger.

“Mr. Taylor, what exactly are you doing?” he asks, upset.

“I just need her to remember.” whispers Roger.

The doctor frowns and looks to you. You’re staring down at your hands, not wanting to look at anyone.

“You should’ve asked me before bringing everyone here. Do you not realize how difficult this subject is?” he asks.

Roger slowly nods his head and looks back to you. You’re looking at him, but quickly look away. He looks to Max, scowls then walks out of the room and stands in the hallway. Everyone follows him and they all wait. The doctor walks out of the room and shuts the door.

“That was so ignorant of you, Mr. Taylor. I’m not sure what you were thinking, if you were even thinking at all,” he says. “But we don’t go about throwing shock into people faces when they’ve suffered something traumatic. We haven’t even begun to explain to her about possible memory loss.”

Mary wipes her tears away as she listens to the doctor. She knew this wasn’t a good idea. She should’ve listened to her gut.

“I understand this is difficult for you. For you all,” he says looking at everyone. “But-”

“Why does she remember him and not me?” asks Roger, sad.

The doctors face slightly falls as he watches pain wash over Roger. He exhales and shake his head.

“I-I don’t know why she would. The brain is a very strange thing. So I don’t have an answer for you.”

Roger nods and looks down.

“We were going to slowly transition her into the possible thought of memory loss, but since you so kindly helped us with that,” he says, taking in a breath. “I guess we’ll have to speed things up. Let me explain it to her and, Mr. Taylor, we can set a date for you to come in and rationally explain and go over certain things.” he says, glancing to the box of photos.

Roger notices his glance and stands up straighter.

“Do you think these will help?” he asks, hopeful. The doctor shrugs.

“I mean, they couldn’t hurt to try.”

Roger smiles and looks to everyone else as they smile back.

“Now go home, get some rest. And Mr. Taylor,” says the doctor before walking away. “Please stop trying to do my job.”

Roger nods and half laughs. He turns to everyone and they all look almost as hopeful as him. He knows he went over the top in that room. He didn’t mean to shout and scare you, but seeing that man on your bed made him upset. Knowing that you remember that man and not him, broke his heart in a way he never knew was possible. But the doctor’s words helped settle his nerves and rise up an excitement inside of him. And for the first time in a long time,

Roger has hope.

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ruffiorocks · 6 years ago

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Rewatching Red Faced

Love rewatching Supergirl Episodes with my brother. Today we rewatched Red Faced, it's funny how with hindsight you notice things you didn't notice before.

First off i find it amusing that my brother dislikes James almost as much as I do. In the previous episodes he's messing up his relationship with Lucy so much because he can't control his boner for Kara! He then feels the need to tell Kara he needs to tell Lucy KARA'S secret!! Like WHAT?? In hindsight we know Lucy is sound but she wasn't exactly Supergirls number 1 fan when she arrived plus she is General Lanes daughter and he DEFINITELY isn't a Supergirl fan.

At the beginning of this episode we see that Lucy dumped his ass before he could reveal Kara's most important secret so he could try and salvage a relationship that had already sunk and he wasn't invested in. If Lucy had been his true love etc. then maybe in time Kara would have been OK with Lucy being told, but she was basically coerced into letting James tell Lucy. I'm glad Lucy dumped James before he could make things worse and Kara was able to reveal the secret herself.

Later at the DEO Alex and Kara are discussing Lucy and James and Alex says she always knew that relationship was going to sink! Well yeah! James had had a boner for Kara since day one and then easily discarded her so he could get with Lucy whilst continuing to lead Kara on to the point even Winn told Kara off for letting it happen. Honestly I'm surprised Lucy didnt dump him sooner!

Alex then pushed Kara to make her move on James (something she later does with Mon El as well). Funny how Kara has to be pushed into making moves on men (🤔🤔 ). Kara literally tells Alex she doesn't want to be someone's rebound and Alex doesn't listen. I'm taking this scene as Alex not having realised she's gay yet (because she hasn't) and not understanding how a healthy relationship should work.

When Kara grabs James and tries it on with him I applaud James here! He realised immediately that something was up and he didn't go along with her advances since she was basically drugged up.

Cat Grant basically tells Kara/Supergirl she isn't allowed to have any kind of dark side, she has to represent all the goodness in the world because she's a super hero. That is a hell of a lot of pressure to put on anyone. This reminded me a little of when Kara basically expects Mon El to be a hero and gets mad when he doesnt want to be one. That was entirely his choice to make or not make.

Now onto Maxwell, OK.. manufacturing Kryptonite wasn't the best plan since he got it wrong. BUT his reasons werent all that wrong, he didn't make the Kryptonite to attack Kara, he made it because Non and his followers would be back and Maxwell didn't want to sit around waiting for s**t to happen. Now I would say he should have worked with the DEO but we all know he doesn't trust the government, and he's fully aware that Supergirl is Alex's sister, so he probably would have been told no.

This is not unlike the time Lena makes Kryptonite, only she does a much better job of it. Neither Max not Lena make Kryptonite to hurt Supergirl, they make it because there are real Kryptonian threats that require Kryptonite to deal with. Non and his followers for Max and Reign and the other world killers for Lena. In fact in Lena's case she was even more justified because Jonn made the completely DUMB ASS decision to give the only real weapon that can take down Kryptonians to Clark because he had his cape in a twist about it. Then low and behold a season later they need Kryptonite to deal with the World Killers. Kara doesn't even have a plan to deal with them, Lena gives her a solution and Kara gets pissy about it (whilst still taking it because she actually needs it!). Lena doesn't like the government either, but she does work with them when she needs to or if they need her. The point is neither one wants to take down Supergirl, they want to defend Earth from psycho Kryptonians, something that Kara ans the DEO want to do as well.

Maxwell is often seen as a villian, he had his moments, like when he put people in danger to test Supergirl's powers. But most of the time he wanted to help people, he didn't believe that the world should put all their faith into alien heroes. 'Human for a Day' is a good example of this. Supergirl can't help anyone and Max helps people the human way, and he gives a message that people need to help themselves because a superhero won't always be there. He also feared that Supergirl could one day go rogue. Again, not an unwarranted fear, it's not like bad Kryptonians don't show up. Max was more of an anti hero.

Now back to red k Kara causing mayhem. Why oh why did Jonn and Alex waste time waiting for Max to invent some counter red k gun when they literally had Kryptonite at the DEO?! They could have used that on Kara, locked her in a bloody cell and given Max the time to perfect the gun. But no, the public were left at the mercy of Supergirl because no one had the foresight to use the very thing they had already used to take Kara down once and the very thing that Max had been trying to make??

The fact that Kara can take down Superman but not Jonn? I'm putting this down to Kara still being new to all this and she was probably unfocused being on the red K.

My brother asked why the DEO had to lock up Jonn when he revealed himself? Well that was understandable, he was an alien impersonating a human director of a government agency there to take down aliens. So yeah.... I'd be suspicious to. Not unlike when the President turned out to be an alien, people had legit reasons to be suspicious of this.

Now James basically gives Kara the brush off because of what happened, even though he knows she wasn't herself. It's like 'i want you', 'i have a girlfriend but I still want you', 'my girlfriend dumped me but i still want you' 'oh hang on, you're not the personification of perfection I thought you were, pfft I think you should leave even though I've done nothing but lead you on from the moment I met you'. That James/Kara crap should have just ended there and then. James had every reason to be a bit uncomfortable around Kara after the club incident but he knew that wasn't her, that she would never do something like that. He just made her feel even worse about herself, only for him to basically turn the flirt back on in 'human for day' and to get unbelievably jealous in 'worlds finest' just because Kara had the nerve to make a new male friend.

Lastly it's important to remember that red K doesn't make Kara 'evil', it basically makes every bad thought she's ever had manifest to the surface, thoughts so deep down she would never do them but those thoughts were already there.

All on all this is one of my favorite episodes! Mel did such a good job of being sweet Kara and then morphing into dark Kara. I wish we could have seen more dark Kara at some point, I hope we do again, but I suppose we've kind of already had that in Red Daughter in way.

(as always just mine and my brothers musings, don't agree? That's cool, but don't attack ✌️) x

#supergirl #lena luthor #kara zor el #kara danvers #anti james olsen #jonn jonnz #alex danvers #maxwell lord #cat grant

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gellavonhamster · 6 years ago

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thoughts on ASOUE Season 3

from someone who remembers the last four books (except for TGG) quite badly - I think I have to mention this at once. Overall I really enjoyed it, but to me, it was a season of bringing everything to the max - an expression which here means "some parts being absolutely perfect but some parts also being completely ruined". More detailed review under the cut.

Things I loved:

Acting. The main kids have developed into really good actors; their performances were outstanding. It is difficult for me to determine how much of Sunny is CGI and how much is actually Presley Smith, but she was as adorable as ever (I LOVED how sweet and pleased her face was when she suggested pushing Olaf overboard). Malina Weissman and Louis Hynes delivered a lot of emotional scenes and showed the inner conflicts faced by the Baudelaires perfectly (also, remember how we speculated about why the Baudelaire siblings never really cry on the show? Well, there was a lot of crying this season and I cried with them, too). The rest of the cast was also splendid. Kitana Turnbull is still nailing it as Carmelita, Lucy Punch is still an amazing Esme, Tony Hale is still a great Jerome. Neil Patrick Harris's performance this season included a number of heartfelt scenes I wouldn't even think the show version of Olaf capable of. Usman Ally's performance, together with additional character development, was more than I could ever wish for Fernald, one of my favourite characters. Really, everyone did great.

I agree with the review that said that in this season, children are finally not overshadowed by adults. The adult characters (Kit, Fernald, Lemony, Dewey) still get more to do than they did in the books, but they do not take up as much screentime as Jacques and Olivia or the Quagmire parents. It is truly the kids (the Baudelaires + Quigley + Fiona) who are in the focus. As it should be.

When I say that something in a book/film/show made me cry, it is often an exaggeration, but I literally wept when Sunny was persuading Violet to leave her in captivity as a spy. Especially when Sunny tied up her hair the way Violet does, and also when she showed that she learned to be brave from Violet. It is my favourite moment of the season.

Quigley. I can't say the Quagmires are my faves, but it's still a pity that the show made Duncan and Isadora (to my mind) pretty bland. Quigley feels like a much more fleshed-out, interesting character than both his siblings combined - brave, resourceful, but also a bit reckless. And he's the only Quagmire who has the right hairstyle (well, at least he looks very much like the Quagmire triplets in the illustrations for the translation I've read).

Fernald and Sunny shared the cutest moments of the season. Yet still - I thought that when Fernald threw the cage off the mountain, he knew it was empty, but even if he did not, it wouldn't be completely out of character for him to sacrifice something he cares about to win Olaf's respect. Loved the Cinderella parallel and how Fernald is a messed-up version of Sunny's fairy godmother. Also when he found out she was poisoned and took her in his arms T_T

The interaction between Fernald and Fiona was exactly what I hoped for, they're ride or die for each other since the very moment they're reunited

Jerome/Charles and Babs/Mrs Bass! I'm choosing to believe both Jerome and Babs survived the fire (I mean, Justice Strauss managed to escape, and she was on the freaking rooftop!) and reunited with their respective love interests. Here for the implication that Charles is now running the lumbermill on his own after Sir fled - maybe it will finally become a better place of employment.

I dreamed of Bea II and Lemony sharing root bear floats and I cannot believe I actually got to have this

Kit and Lemony having some scenes together!

The first shots of the Hotel Denouement... very pretty, very aesthetic

I liked how it is shown that the Denouement brothers still care about one another despite their ideological differences (the way Frank and Ernest are both clearly grieving during the trial!). Another thing I liked was how at first they made it seem like Kit is dating the wicked brother. If I haven't read the books, that would've been a big "holy shit" moment.

The Man with a Beard but No Hair and the Woman with Hair but No Beard were properly menacing, and making their beard and hair essentially the same but upside down was brilliant.

Some of the theories they chose to make true on the show are the ones that I believe to be true as well (e.g. Lemony being the taxi driver in TPP, The Man with a Beard and the Woman with Hair being Olaf's chaperones/guardians, Olaf and Esme having murdered Carmelita's parents).

Lemony carrying around photos of his siblings :(

When Violet closed Olaf's eyes, I cried again.

Things I hated:

I propose we all agree that Ish is lying about being the founder of VFD because he hasn't seen new faces in ages and finally there are some new castaways whom he can bullshit about being more important than he actually was and stroking his ego. It became clear a long time ago that the show doesn't give a damn about the canon timeline, but VFD being that recent does not make sense even in the Netflix-verse. What about so many VFD buildings, the underground repurposed as secret tunnels, the whole city being shaped like the VFD sign? It couldn't have happened that fast. What about Kit saying she hadn't learned to hang glide until she was seven? Does not sound like a regular thing to teach a child. Also it means that All the Wrong Questions cannot be adapted for the screen because then the Netflix-verse would contradict itself. The VFD was introduced as such a huge, omnipresent organization, and in the end it boiled down to, like, a group of too ambitious students letting their teacher fill their heads with nonsense The Secret History-style? Ridiculous.

The only things I liked about the opera flashback was how dashing everyone looked (I think this was Esme's best look in all three seasons) and how happy and careless and relaxed they were while Beatrice was singing. In all other respects it was a trainwreck. I am not upset that on the show it didn't happen when the characters were kids because I do not have a strong opinion on what age everyone was then, and because learning that your friends and your girlfriend killed your parents sounds like a traumatizing experience no matter the age. But that's the thing - on the show, it didn't go down like this. The horror of what happened was downplayed by reducing the number of victims to Olaf's father only, by not mentioning Kit's involvement at all and turning a premeditated murder into manslaughter. And where's Bertrand? Olaf blames both Baudelaires but we are shown that he saw Beatrice and Lemony with the darts. It isn't even implied that Bertrand made the darts himself for this purpose specifically because Esme has the same weapon. And how does it all tie with the masked ball scene in s2? Kit writes Lemony a note saying that "Olaf knows" - of course he does, he fucking saw them! Why did Esme have the sugar bowl with the antidote with her at the opera - was she just casually drinking tea with this rare and precious substance to overdose and gain superpowers? What about the sugar cubes left behind - was there also some regular sugar in the bowl to, idk, make it seem less suspicious? An absolute mess, in my opinion.

To continue the previous point: Bertrand seems like an absolutely unimportant figure, his role minimized to a minute or so on the island, and he deserves better :(

This is small in importance but I really disliked that Kit said that Violet ties up her hair just like her mother while in the books it was her father, no matter whether Kit meant Bertrand or Lemony =/

Also, like. Taking "or she!" from Fiona and giving it to Violet. Didn't like that. Neither did I like Fiona calling Phil Cookie.

IIRC they also gave "It's Herman Melville" to Kit instead of Klaus? Why

Larry was a recurring character who had a lot to do in s1 and 2, yet his death (and a horrible one, he was literally boiled alive) was presented in a quite an offhand way. I'm not saying he should've necessarily stayed alive - in fact, his death fits in very well with the motif of all decent adults eventually getting killed - but, in my view, it should've been given more weight.

As I've already mentioned, I don't remember The End that well, but everything about Ish and drugging the islanders seemed significantly less scary than in the books somehow

The shot of Duncan and Isadora was clearly copy-pasted from TVV... listen, if you're giving them a 100% happy ending, at least do not half-ass it

Things I have mixed feelings about:

I loved the Kitlaf stuff; probably showing that they were together in the opera flashback makes it less of a revelation than in the books, but I thought all their shared moments very moving. I also found it an interesting choice to make each of them recite bits from both poems, thus pointing out that Olaf once was not a stranger to love and romantic poetry and that Kit might share his ideas about "man hands on misery to man". However, I think it's a pity that Netflix eliminated all hints at Olaf possibly being Bea's father. Even if he was not, the possibility of it being true in the light of the Baudelaires still raising Bea with love and care is, to my mind, very important.

Jacquelyn being R... well, we saw that coming. Her mother's death being so recent is another "fuck you" to the canon timeline, but at least it explains why in the previous two seasons nobody called her the duchess - officially, she wasn't one yet. I don't perceive the show as an extension of book canon - to me, it is just one interpretation among many - so this reveal hasn't changed the fact that I imagine R being different from Jacquelyn. On the one hand, I am happy that one of my favourite characters made it into the adaptation (yes, one of my favourite characters is a sum total of comments made by other characters and a possibly fake letter, what of it), but I would've preferred if her portrayal included more of what we know about her from the books, such as her being close to both Lemony and Beatrice.

By the time s3 aired, I had already reconciled myself to the fact that the show version of Kit will be extremely toned down, so this disappointment was expected and therefore not that strong. I think there were some moments in which she actually was more of her book version (recruiting kids to fulfil dangerous tasks like it's nothing special, telling Lemony he should return to VFD), but of course this definitely noble, action-hero, composed Kit who looks forward to becoming a mother and leading a quiet life with Dewie on some island (wait, did they mean the Island?) is significantly less interesting than morally grey and depressed Kit who took part in many dubious or outright sinister plans (such as the Anwhistle Aquatics fire and the murder of Olaf's parents, in which both she was not even involved on the show) and did not seem to care about her baby that much. It is truly ironic that Mr Poe repeatedly accidentally calls her Jacquelyn because show!Kit feels very much like a Jacquelyn 2.0.

My first impression of Fiona was "oh no, they really gave her all the flaws her stepfather had in the books". I ended up liking her because she worked on her behavior and most of the times she was rude it felt like she's just trying too hard to convince everyone, herself included, that she's got this while constantly being unsure and confused on the inside. But her weird rivalry with Violet still rubbed me the wrong way. I'm glad they resolved their issues in the end.

The sugar bowl containing the antidote is an okay choice (timeline inconsistencies aside), but 1) I would've preferred it to stay a mystery, like in the books; 2) I still like the "this bitch empty" theory more.

There was more of VFD being not entirely noble in this season (e.g. the Medusoid Mycelium) but of course it is still a very watered-down version of what this organization was like.

Listen, I'd be lying if I said I hated the happy ending for the Quagmires and the Widdershins. Heck, my favourite post-The End headcanon is that they all (and Hector!) survived the Great Unknown and stuck together as one big family of choice. But what was the point of showing us the Bombinating Beast Great Unknown and, most importantly, having someone mention that it is a metaphor for death if it is not used as such? It is a metaphor, it does not necessarily mean that they literally died, it could just as well mean that the Baudelaires simply never learned what happened to all these people. A wasted opportunity.

I assume the Baudelaires never got separated from Bea in the adaptation (since she does not immediately ask Lemony about them but proceeds, on the contrary, to tell him what happened to them) and the reason she searched for Lemony was simply wishing to get to know her uncle. It's not bad, it fits well in the more optimistic narrative of the show, but the original story is still more interesting.

That's probably all - at least all that comes to my mind at the moment.

On the whole, I think Season 3 and the show in general were rather a good adaptation than a bad one. Most importantly, I think it succeeds in performing what I consider the main function of an adaptation - making the audience interested in the source material. I am sure more people will read ASOUE (and ATWQ, and other Snicketverse books) after watching the show. I am also sure those who will read after watching the show first have a big storm coming.

#asoue spoilers #asoue #a series of unfortunate events #snicketverse #asoue season 3 #talk talk talk #gella talks snicketverse

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