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I was curious to watch Siren and I shouldn't have. I'm upset because it could have been good. Maddie, Donna, Helen and Ryn are interesting and the actresses are so great. Ben is... boring and the story is mostly about him and his ancestors. There is big problems in is relationship with Maddie and later Ryn. He doesn't have any chemistry with them anyway. The actor is bad and the plot is unbalanced. This showw had a great potential but it failed.

ugh that’s what REALLY gets me about Siren. It had SO much potential but it was like someone handed a BMW to someone who had only ever ridden a bicycle. They TOTALLY fucked it up.

THIS SHOULD HAVE BEEN SO COOL:

Ok I’ll try to be brief but like there are so many major and minor problems that made this all fall apart. a) the mythos. The mermaids came to shore because there was no food? Why didn’t they just…go further into the ocean? It’s the fucking ocean. They didn’t HAVE to go to land. What would make more sense is I donno, literally anything else but maybe they’re being hunted. I would have have been interested in the idea that Ben’s father’s shipping company is acting hunting mermaids and that’s how they’ve been staying afloat, but it’s also disrupting the order of things and threatening their extinction. So now the mermaids are coming to land to figure shit out. b) Helen: her reveal took way too fucking long. And it was lame. It would have been SO much better if Ryn already knew there was one of them who had been living as human. Why wouldn’t they? Assuming they all came from the same tribe or whatever, it could have easily become a story that they’d heard that one of them had left years ago. So Ryn goes searching for her for help. Wackiness ensues on her way into town etc. c) Ben is just…terrible. He was the WORST. CHOICE for this. He’s unattractive, unappealing, not at all charismatic as an actor and has NO chemistry with his lead actresses. He was a terrible choice and I don’t really understand why Maddie is with him. He seems really useless and a shit boyfriend. I want more agency from Maddie, she’s such a passive character right now. I want her to BE MAD at Ben’s seemingly racist and very classist mother. BE MAD that Ben has been shady since Ryn arrived. Do SOMETHING. d) the government involvement should have been cooler. Instead of Ben’s friend going out there because they saw a mermaid that time and he HAD to find it and put literally everyone on board at risk.

It would have been far more interesting if he didn’t even know about the mermaids. His father only took him on the boat when they were hunting regular game. The mermaids required a specific, seasoned crew and that’s how dude’s dad dies, and the government commandeers the mermaid and now he’s out to figure out what really happened to his Dad bc it’s been covered up. MAKES MORE SENSE than whatever they did. e) This never should have happened and will always be weird and fan service-y

She’s not human, but that doesn’t mean they can’t teach her boundaries. In True Blood, Sookie and Bill have a whole ass fight because he freaks her out because he’s TERRIBLE at mainstreaming. And their fights are how she sets boundaries. f) The government intervention should have a purpose. It could still be stupid (see MK-Ultra) in the grand scheme of things, but the impact should be devastating. The Asian guy who didn’t really have a title, overseeing everything and becoming obsessed was weird and random. g) Their singing being used to enthrall the listener (or is it just men? I don’t know they’re not clear) should be A LOT clearer. They should be willing to tear everything down around them to get closer to the sirens, to help them or whatever it is. It should be destructive. So far it just makes them look constipated. So many small changes could have made this a WAY more interesting show. But it’s just…loaded with awful, nay, APPALLING writing, tragic acting and HORRIBLE plot and story. Ugh. It’s painful to sit through and it’s such a disappointment.

#siren #ryn

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hookedonapirate · 7 years

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Wild at Heart (Chapter 2/?)

Read: Prologue Ch 1

Graphic Art credit to the lovely and wonderful @jell-obeans Thank you so much!

Summary: Born and raised by rich parents, Emma Nolan has always done what’s expected of her, from what clothes to wear to what school to attend, what career to pursue and even who to marry. After graduating from Harvard and going back home to Storybrooke, South Carolina, she agrees to marry Oz Walsh by the wishes of her parents. With a year of engagement behind her, she goes to Boston for business and has to fly back home to get to her wedding. What happens when she has a run-in at the airport with a dashing, blue-eyed thief who is apparently bound and determined to throw a wrench in all of her plans? Will she make it back to Storybrooke on time for her wedding or will she find her home along the way?

A/N: I am so sorry I took this long to update! I've been struggling with this chapter for a while because I had half of it written but wasn't happy with it. I'm still not, but hopefully I will be able to update sooner this time. Thanks for being patient with me.I owe a huge thanks to @rouhn for her help with this story and for the ideas because I wanted to change the original plot so many times, but she kept me on the right track : )

Rating: M

AO3 FFN

Tagging a few people who have shown interest. If I missed anyone or if anyone else would like to be tagged, let me know. @kmomof4 @katie-dub @ijenny16 @lovepurplepumpkins@jennjenn615 @piratesbooty63fan @galadriel26 @ladyciaramiggles @andiirivera

“Sweetheart? What happened?”

Emma could hear the concern in her mother’s voice as she closed her eyes, doing her best to contain the anger she felt. She had went to the airport security about her stolen bag and after arguing and making contemptuous remarks towards him for not watching his post properly and letting a thief escape with a stolen bag in broad daylight, she had gotten absolutely nowhere. Even with some hard negation and idle threats to sue the place, clearly making them aware that she was a lawyer and a damn good one, the only outcome she had received were threats of detainment and arrest. So she had waited impatiently in the VIP lounge for what felt like an eternity, putting a stop to all of her credit cards over the phone and cursing under her breath, just so the staff could tell her that there was no Killian Jones in their system before offering more bad coffee and useless apologies for the unfortunate event. She had missed her flight, unwilling to let such a thing go.

The sky was turning grey and cloudy when Emma stormed out of the airport in a flurry of anger, dragging her suitcase behind her as she held her phone in her other hand.

She actually felt sympathy for the poor asshole because if she ever ran into him again, there was going to be hell to pay.

“Emma? You there?”

Emma explained what happened to her worried mother, her voice whiny and full of irritation from her horrible day and her eyes swollen with threatening tears. “I missed my flight and now I have no money, credit card or ID. And you should have seen how the staff treated me, Mommy; like I was the criminal instead of the victim.”

“That's awful, honey. Hold on just a second,” her mother told her as Emma heard her father in the background. Her parents’ voices became muffled and she could tell that Mary Margaret had covered the speaker and she could hear her trying to calm him. After a moment, Emma could hear the phone being shuffled around.

“Emma?” Her father’s voice was full of concern after collecting the phone from his wife.

“Hi Daddy.”

“Hold tight, princess. I'm coming to get you myself.”

Emma shook her head even though they couldn't see her. “No, Daddy. You can't just leave town. You're the mayor and besides, I won't make it in time for the wedding if you do. I can just get another flight.”

She heard him sigh heavily. “I don't care, you're my daughter and more important to me than this town. And we can push back the wedding if we have to. Walsh will understand. Although, the wedding planner, the catering service, florist and musicians we hired may not, but all that matters is getting you home safely.”

Emma smiled weakly as a tear spilled down her cheek. She was lucky to have parents who cared about her. “It's okay. Could you just wire me some cash so I can buy some food?”

“Of course, sweetheart. And you can use my credit card to purchase a flight. But are you sure you don't want me to come and get you?”

“Yeah, I'm sure.” Emma did not like the idea of a long road trip. She just wanted to get home as quickly as possible and sleep in her own bed.

The three of them made arrangements to have the money wired to Emma and after she hung up, she called Walsh to let him know what was going on.

After Emma received some money from her parents for food and whatever she needed to get by until she could get home, she searched online using her phone and her father's credit card number that she had memorized to purchase another flight. To her dismay, they were all booked until Monday, being that it was Friday and also the start of Spring break for most college students in Boston, and traveling was at its peak during the weekend. She could take a bus or train, but then it would take her fifteen hours to get home. And renting a car was out of the question since she didn't have her driver's license. Besides, any transportation that didn't involve business or first class on an airplane and taking a total of five hours to get from A to B seemed quite unappealing to her. So, she took a taxi and went to a hotel to relax and order some food. Her feet were killing her and the weight of stress and frustration from her day was just too much to bear. She didn't call her parents, knowing that her father would leave Storybrooke and come get her.

Light sprinkles of rain started to fall, forming droplets on the glass as the cab pulled in front of the hotel. She unzipped her suitcase, pulling out her umbrella and closed her luggage before paying the driver and stepping out of the taxi. She shut the behind her, opening her umbrella to shield herself from the rain. The bellhop greeted her, taking her suitcase before following her inside the hotel. It was the same one she had stayed at during the week and she chosen it because the staff knew who she was and wouldn't need to look at her ID. Plus, the guy working behind the counter had a crush on her and after she told him her woes of the day, he gave her a discount on one of the available suites. She smiled flirtatiously as he handed her the keycard and offered to carry up her suitcase himself, despite the Bellhop who he had to argue with to do so. She accepted and he came around to take the handle of the suitcase, sheepishly smiling as he led her to the room she would be staying in.

“Here you are, Miss Nolan.” They entered the room and he set the suitcase down.

“Thank you, Graham.”

“You're welcome. And if you are in need of anything at all, please let me know.”

“Please, you know that I will.” She smirked and winked at him. He knew that she was not shy when she was unhappy about her room or service and definitely let them know about it. But Graham was always more than happy to receive her complaints with sincere apology and service them right away.

“You're right, I do,” he said with a chuckle and bowed to her before leaving the suite.

She let out a heavy sigh as she removed her jacket and slipped out of her shoes. She wasn't sure how she was going to get back home yet but maybe after she got some food in her belly and took a nap, she would be more apt to taking a train to get home. She did quick calculations in her head as she picked up a menu and got comfortable in the king size bed. She had approximately forty-five hours until her wedding and if she were to take a train early in the morning then she would make it in plenty of time.

Emma gave the menu a once-over before she set it down on the bed. Truthfully, she had grown tired of hotel food over the course of the week, between breakfast and lunch at the conference rooms she had attended and dinner in the hotel restaurant. Plus, she had a craving for sushi and it was too early to be cramped up in her hotel room so she decided to go out for food. She freshened up and changed into a pair of red, plaid leggings and a black sweater, slipping into her heels and jacket before leaving the hotel with her umbrella.

The rain was coming down pretty heavily as she walked down the street to explore her options, quickly deciding that some good sushi was still calling her name. She turned a corner and spotted her favorite Sushi place in Boston. She remembered when her parents would come and visit her while she attended college, they always drove out of their way to go there.

A group of people were leaving the restaurant, dispersing in the opposite direction as Emma walked past an alley.

Her free hand was in her pocket, pulling out her phone and making sure to keep it under the umbrella, protected from the rain as she checked her messages. She saw three texts from Walsh.

W: Any luck finding a flight?

W: Your parents are still freaking out that you missed your plane.

W: Call me when you get this.

She sighed and started to text something back to Walsh when her mouth was suddenly being covered and she was being grabbed and pulled into the alley, pinned against a brick wall with a gasp. Her phone slipped out of her hand, falling to the ground and her umbrella hit the wall as she looked up, her mouth still covered. Her eyes were met with a pair of deep ocean blue, the same ocean blue that she had seen earlier that day in the airport before her bag was so rudely stolen from her. Emma’s eyes blew wide in a mixture of anger and fear.

“Relax, love. I'm not going to hurt you.” He spoke in a soft voice that eased the panic rushing through her blood as he removed his hand and lifted the bag that was around his shoulder. “I have your bag.”

“Yeah and you also have a jail cell waiting for you if you don't release me right now,” she demanded in a steely tone. He had a jail cell waiting for him either way as soon as she retrieved her phone.

He immediately put up his hands in defeat. “I'm not here to cause trouble, I just want to make you a deal.” She looked down at her cellphone that was laying on the ground as his eyes flickered between her and the phone. They both moved to reach for it but he was quicker, grabbing it up before she could.

“Give it back!” she yelled, her hand reaching out to take it back but he was able to keep it from her grasp. She huffed in defeat, trying to maintain her composure. “Why the hell would I make a deal with you? You stole my bag and made me miss my flight! And what, did you follow me here? Now I can add stalker and kidnapper to the list.”

“I followed you to bring your bag back.” Killian removed it from his shoulder and held it out for her.

“Oh and I'm supposed to thank you for that? You stole it from me!” Emma yanked it from his hand, pulling it over her shoulder before reaching out for her phone again but he quickly tucked it in his jacket.

“Don't worry, you’ll get your phone back.”

Emma shot him a scowl, still clutching onto the umbrella with her other hand. The rain had let up a bit but it was still sprinkling and she hated getting wet. Killian, however was drenched from head to toe. “And I suppose you won't give it back until I listen to what you have to say?” she asked, her tone bitter and resentful.

“Ah, you're quite smart for a lawyer,” he teased. She responded with a sarcastic smirk.

“Says the thief who ran off with my bag and hunted me down to bring it back.”

“Touché love.”

“Don't call me that,” she said sharply. “I am not your love.”

Killian let out a sigh. “Fine. Emma, I'm sorry I took your bag, but it didn't really seem like you really wanted to go where you were heading.”

“So that's why you took it then?” she asked, confused. God, this guy was an idiot.

“No, I took it because I'm a thief. Pay attention, lo- Emma.”

She clenched her jaw, pulling the sleeve of her jacket over her hand as she grabbed the umbrella with it, the cold air starting to make her shiver. All she wanted to do was sit down in a warm restaurant and enjoy some sushi after the inconvenience this asshole had already caused her. Was that really too much to ask? “You know I could just scream to get people's attention and have them call the cops on you right?”

“Aye, you could, but I'm quick.” He pulled out her phone from his jacket and held it up. “And I still have your precious phone.” She sighed warily and rolled her eyes at him. Her patience was wearing thin.

“Could you just tell me what you want so I can move on with my life?” she asked snarkily.

“I told you, I wanted to make you a deal. You want to get back to Storybrooke correct?”

“Yes, of course. I'm getting married in…” Emma pulled back the cuff of her jacket with the hand holding her umbrella, to look at her watch, “ ...forty-four hours.” She removed her hand and looked up at him again. “What's your point?”

“My point is I’d be willing to drive you… for a price.”

“And what would that be? I am not sleeping with you.”

Killian chuckled. “That's a relief. I'd probably have to sign a waiver before hand and you'd probably scream your pleasure using legal jargon."

Emma flashed him a sarcastic smirk. “You're assuming you could bring me pleasure,” she snickered. “That's quite optimistic, don't you think?”

Killian leaned into her space underneath the umbrella, his heavy gaze making her breath catch as he licked his sinful-looking lips that were wet from the rain. “Is that a challenge?” he asked in a sultry tone, his words low and husky. "I do love a good challenge.”

Emma swallowed thickly, eyeing his mouth. She’d be lying if she said she didn't consider it. She blinked, pulling herself from her trance. “In your dreams.”

“Oh indeed, princess,” he said with a dark smirk. “I’d love to make the meek and rich mayor's daughter scream filthy words as she came undone at my hands.”

Confusion fell over features. “How do you know who my father is?”

He gave her a soft shrug. “I did some research. It's easy to look up rich lawyers on the internet, love.”

“And I'm guessing that's what you want for driving me to Storybrooke? Money?”

“You really do catch on quick, Emma.”

“How much? I'll pay you to leave me alone, how about that? My parents wired me a thousand dollars.”

“Not so fast, princess. What I'm asking for is much more than what your parents would send you. Your father comes from old money…” he tilted his head to the side and pursed his lips. “And I'm quite the greedy scoundrel. I'm thinking more like five-hundred thousand.”

Emma looked at him as though he were nuts. “And why would my father give you that kind of money? He can drive here and pick me up himself?”

“That's exactly why I'm going to call and tell him that I'm holding you for ransom.”

Emma scoffed. “You are insane. There's no way I would ever make a deal with you. And why the hell would I want a ride from you, let alone trick my father into paying you?”

“Because, I have something you might want back,” he replied smugly.

Emma clenched her jaw as she stared him down in a threatening manner. “I've had enough of this. I'm leaving. You can just keep the phone. I'll find another way home.”

“I'm not talking about the phone.” She ignored him and started to walk away as Killian pulled something out of his jacket and held it up. “Go ahead and leave. I'll just mail this to your future husband. At least then he'll know the truth about who he's marrying.”

Emma stopped dead in her tracks, her face going white as she turned around. Her eyes blew wide when she saw what he was holding. “You wouldn't?” she managed, her eyes glazed over in fear.

“Oh I would.”

Emma swallowed thickly, anger engulfing her to the point where she couldn't move. This bastard was holding her diary in his hands, where she had written private thoughts, including how much she didn't want to marry Walsh. She had also scribbled down other things that she didn't want Walsh to know about, or anyone else. “Give that back to me.” She approached him, reaching for it but he pulled it away.

“Hmmm… I wonder how your fiancé would feel knowing that you'd rather endure a thousand deaths than marry him… or how your parents would feel about how you'd rather go to art school than be a lawyer..."

Emma huffed in frustration as she tried to grab it again. “That is private!”

“Not for much longer.” He pulled it away, stepping back as he cracked open the book, reading one of the pages he had bookmarked. "Oh and this entry is rather quite juicey. I wonder how your fiancé would react finding out about the little dalliance you had with one of your colleagues on your desk at work because Walsh could never satisfy you in the sac,” he said in a cocky tone, flashing her a smirk before tucking the diary back into his jacket. "And here I thought you were just a stuffy lawyer with a bug up her ass."

Emma's blood was boiling as he walked away and she followed after him. “Give it back you rat bastard!” she demanded.

He didn't stop.

She couldn't believe he was bribing her with a diary! One that she never left out of her sight. It was the only outlet she had. No one wanted to listen to the rich girl with an Ivy league education whine about how unhappy she was. But no matter what, she put on a smile and accepted everything that was thrown at her. And now it was all about to blow up in her face.

“Fine, we have a deal!” she called out.

He finally stopped before he reached the end of the alley and turned around, lifting his hand to his ear. “What's that?”

“We have a deal. I'll go along with your scheme. But you know it'll never work. My dad will have you arrested as soon as he hands you the money."

A slow, devious smile pulled at his lips as though he got a thrill out of the thought. “Oh princess, you forget… I do love a good challenge.”

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