So I saw you wanted request for the rise of red and I'm here to deliver lol. So Captin Hook right? Can I get something like we are also friends with Bridget (or we are like Bridget) and they like run into each other and stuff I'm bad at doing requests and stuff sorry lol
Happy Little Accidents | Captain Hook
Pairing: Captain Hook x fem!reader
Summary: Hook and you always run into each other and he hates it.
Warning/s: fluff, short fic, Morgie's teasing, possible grammar and spelling mistakes
Author's note: You did amazing with the request, don't worry, hun. I did my best, hope this is what you wanted, enjoy!!
You had a reputation for being, what the VK's would call, a goody two shoes. A person that always follows the rules, never rebels against anyone or anything, is always good, always kind. Even if someone was so incredibly rude to you, you would still have a smile planted onto your face and a thought filled with kindness in your head.
All in all, your personality perfectly matched the one that Bridget from Wonderland had. That is one of the many reasons the two of you were practically inseparable.
No matter what, you always saw good in everyone and everything. Some people loved you for it. Some people found themselves despising you for that personality trait that you possessed.
You usually kept to yourself when you were not hanging out with Bridget or Ella, just trying to stay out of anyone's way.
Bridget always gave her best to make as many friends as possible, simply always going out of her way to make sure she made friends. You were not like that really.
You had Bridget and Ella. You had two friends. That was enough for you. It's not like you didn't want to give people a chance to be your friends. No way! You simply preferred it like that.
And even though you always stayed out of other people's ways, somehow one VK kept running into you.
The one with the smirk that seemed like it never left his face.
The one with the hook on his right hand.
The one who was a part of Uliana's crew.
Captain James Hook.
No matter how hard you tried to avoid each other, you just simply kept running into each other no matter what.
Whether you were just rushing to get to class in time or you were taking a walk or just reading or doing schoolwork on the courtyard, Hook was always there. However, it's not like he wanted to run into you all the time.
He infact hated it.
Constantly running into you. You with your bubbly personality and your kindness and your generosity and your willingness to help others even when they are mean to you and your perfect face and your gorgeous smile and your amazing hair and... and the panic he felt every time the two of you ran into each other.
The panic that appeared every time he realized over and over again just how amazing you truly are. Not that he would admit that to anyone.
Until Morgie noticed.
That's exactly how he ended up leaning against the tree in the courtyard of the Merlin's Academy as Morgie was siting down on the ground not too far away from him, listening as Hook was spilling nonsense at him.
"I just can't do it anymore," Hook groaned as Morgie rolled his eyes once again after God knows how many times. "I constantly run into her, it's crazy."
"Mhm..."
"She's just so annoying."
"Sure."
"I mean," Hook scoffed, basically ignoring Morgie who now had his head resting on his arms, sitting with his legs crossed in the grass. "Who can possibly be so happy all the time?"
"She can."
"It's so infuriating!" Hook groaned, throwing his head back, waving his hook around to emphasize his point. "That stupid, goody goody."
"Just admit that you like her already." Morgie rolled his eyes and Hook got silent all of a sudden.
"I don't-I-," he found himself stuttering and Morgie started to smirk as he saw his friend slowly starting to blush. "I don't like anyone! Especially not someone like her!"
"Mhm," Morgie hummed, unconvinced. "Sure you don't. You just notice every single thing about her and you've been 'complaining' about her kindness and generosity and perfection for almost half and hour. Just admit it to yourself."
"I don't like-"
"Please," Morgie said, once again, no surprise there, rolling his eyes as he looked at Hook. "I'm pretty sure Uliana noticed it, too."
"I-"
"Maleficent did for sure," he chuckled. "She's been looking at you a bit weirdly since few days ago when you started blushing when your little crush touched you accidentally while trying to escape Uliana and save Bridget like usual."
"I DID NOT BLUSH-!" Hook looked mortified and Morgie found himself laughing.
"Oh, please," he said, "Don't be so surprised, of course I noticed it."
Hook looked out into the distance and could have sworn that he saw that familiar hair color at the other side of the school. Morgie looked at him and sighed as he stood up, placing his hand on Hook's shoulder.
"Look, ask her out before someone else does because I've heard that Snow White's son has a thing for her, too." Morgie said and Hook's gaze snapped to Morgie's.
"I just thought that you should know." Morgie said in sing-song voice before he walked away with his arms behind his back, smirking, so pleased with himself.
As his gaze left Morgie's he realized, oh, he's not gonna have that.
Captain hook x gn!fairy reader headcannons pls 🙏🙏🙏
This man has been tormenting me since I was 12 and I need more of him.
OLD MAN TIMES UPON YE!
Glittery kisses // James Hook
Captain James Hook x gn!fairy!reader.
A/N:It's been a while since I wrote for captain babygirl so I'm sorry if it's ooc.
Fluff.
Not very fond of you at first, all fairies in Neverland are with Peter so he doesn't fancy the new shiny dot that flies above his ship at times on the night.
Color him surprised after finding out you're human sized.
He can talk to fairies, but not many want to talk to him, he doesn't blame them though he isn't the nicest to be around and his treatment of the Neverland fauna hasn't been good form.
But truth be told you've been eyeing the Captain for a while, you found his odd encounters with Peter funny and in your mischief you wanted to get closer.
You flew above his ship, waiting to catch a glimpse of him, some nights when he did sleep you peeked through the window to find him asleep on his desk, you've never knew that the horrid pirate captain Peter told stories about to look so...human.
You landed on the deck of the ship, his men drawing their swords or pointing their guns. He stepped closer to you.
"Reveal your intentions. Are you with Pan?"
All of his men can see your mouth moving but the sound that came out was the song jingle of bells, but he could understand every world.
He finds pride in being the only one that can understand you, a sense of mild possessiveness at knowing your charms and wits are only for him.
He did find a problem quickly, the fairy dust that flutter out of your gorgeous wings, he has to sweep the floors of his cabin and deck every time after your visits, those that became more and more frequent.
Speaking of your wings, he adores them, he's seen fairies and their wings, but yours are bigger, better to appreciate the details of.
You found he has a talent for drawing and his latest muse has been you.
"Is that meant to be me, James?" You asked as you flew above his head, he closes his notebook quickly, looking at you with wide eyes and pink cheeks.
"Cheeky thing, peeking over my shoulder, what happened to my privacy!? How uncivil of you!" He says quickly, trying not to appear flustered and panicked. You chuckled loudly, the sound like a wind chimes in a soft breeze, his expression softens and he only stares at you.
After you two started being officially together he dots on you a lot.
He cherries every trinket you find for him, a rock, leaves, feathers, random jewelry you find deep in the beach.
He's always on for a walk through the beach, or those secret spots on the heart of the island that somehow missed his sharp cartography skills.
The kisses. He loves your kisses.
Your lips felt so soft, like being graced with a feather.
The soft glitter that glosses your lips and ends up staining his face or lips. He loves it, his men at first would giggle among themselves until he gave them a stern look and a warning swing of his hook at the mast, threatening the next time it won't be buried onto wood.
Fairy dance moment with him. Not sure if he's flying because you're strong enough to lift his weight or if his thoughts have turned happy enough for the fairy dust to lift him into the air.
A/N: MY SHAYLAAAA UGGHH MY SHAYLAAAA, PLEASE keep requesting things for Captain Hook oh how I miss my wifeeeeee, I keep opening the James Hook tag and it's the Twink from D4 (no hate, I just want the old man). (Divider 1) (Divider 2)
warnings: smut, orgy, creampies, double/triple penetration, slapping, etc.
a/n: hi, almost two years later and I finally came to the final draft of my Kinktober day 6 special. It is a bit underwhelming so I apologize for the people who have been waiting for this one for the last year and a half because I didn’t know how to end it lol. Anyways enjoy! :) (I may rewrite this as well.)
wc: 1.8k
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She fled through the dark halls of the academy as an ear piercing screech of a metal hook was dragged along the lockers which caused her to cringe at the sound accompanied by the sound of his black boots clacking against the floor.
“Oh Y/n… you know you can’t run from us…” the deep British accent taunt echoed throughout the empty halls causing a shiver up her spine as she kept running, not daring to look back.
Now, Y/n was never one to run from danger, nor her partners. She was strong, not a cowardice pussy. But she was also not an idiot. Her arrogance and confidence had their limits, and when she was in trouble with her partners, she knew better.
Her poly relationship with the VKs had its perks: protection, companionship and power. Though being in a relationship with ruthless villains could also looked at as incredibly dangerous and risky. Especially with extremely protective and possessive people.
She was theirs.
And being theirs meant doing something without asking was a huge mistake.
Especially talking to a guy who had a known crush on her for ages.
The day started off good, she went to all of her morning classes, did all her work, had lunch with Ella and Bridget who were one of the few people she was actually allowed to talk to (surprisingly). It was a normal day.
That was until Flynn Rider came along.
She was at her locker gathering her things for History class when he stalked up towards her with that sickly charming smile.
“Well well, if it isn’t Y/n out in the wild without her pack of wolves.”
Y/n rolled her eyes and closed her locker and was about to walk away as always when she felt Flynn gently grab her wrist.
“Hang on, hang on, before you go, I wanted to ask you something.” He smiled
She knew she shouldn’t. But the smooth voice of the charming brown haired thief made it impossible to turn him down.
“What is it?”
“Some buddies and I are having a party this weekend and I…” he strutted towards her, his hand making its way to her face, caressing her cheek, a touch like silk against the smooth skin of her face, “wanted to know if you’d accompany me to the party..?”
Before she could say no, a rough tug on her was felt as she was yanked out of his touch. Maleficent hissed at him as a way of saying ‘mine’ making him scurry away like a dog with its tail between its legs.
Y/n closed her eyes and sighed, “Mali he was just-“
“Save it.”
The tone of Maleficent’s voice was enough to keep Y/n from talking anymore.
Maleficent snarled with a smile, “you know you’re not supposed to talk to him, baby…” the cold skin of her fingers against Y/n’s cheek sent shivers throughout her body. It was a contrast to Flynn’s warm touch.
Y/n whimpered softly, “I-I know… I’m sorry, I was just curious about what he was going to say…” she replied softly
Mali tsked, “you know I’m going to have to tell the others, right..?” Her voice an eerily soft tone, a condescendingly sweet taunt… like a parent speaking to their young child.
“…shit.”
Before Mali could grab her, she ran down the hall and to the library. Spending every last minute until it closed in there hiding.
Y/n didn’t care if it was cowardice. Like it was said, she wasn’t an idiot. She ran when she knew she should.
After the librarian had to force her out, Y/n peeked her head out and glanced down the hallway, once she thought she was clear she stepped out and the second she did, she heard the familiar sound of the black boots of her pirate lover down the hallway.
That’s when she ran and has been ever since.
As she rounded the corner of the hallway, her face collided with the muscular chest of Hades making her collapse to the ground.
Before she had time to react, Hades pulled her up and over his shoulder and carried her all the way to the lair with her struggling against him. Before she knew it she was tied up by phantom chains thanks to Maleficent and her spell book and gagged.
Hook was the first one to walk up to her, his hook trailing up her torso, stopping at the top button of her shirt. “Someone’s been naughty haven’t they..?” He purred, undoing the button effortlessly with a simple movement of his hook.
Y/n shook her head, desperate to try and explain herself, but the gag was preventing her from forming proper words. So instead, she struggled against the chains causing Hook to chuckle
“Now now, relax, darling… you know it only hurts more when you struggle.”
Y/n stopped and sighed in defeat, lying back down on the table she was put on and with one swift movement, Hook undid the rest of her shirt, removing it leaving her in her bra and skirt.
The rest of the VKs looking like a predator stalking its prey, all having smirks on their faces while Morgie was practically drooling with cruel excitement.
Hook brought her attention back to him and took off his shirt along with the rest of Y/n’s clothes leaving her bare. The coolness of the table and air of the lair causing goosebumps to rise in their wake.
Y/n watched as Hook undressed along with the rest of the VKs, her pussy getting wetter by the second at the sight
“You know what happens when you do something you’re not supposed to, right darling?”
She whimpered and nodded, she knew exactly what was coming.
-some time later-
The lair was filled by muffled screams and cries of pleasure, the sound of Hook driving his cock into Y/n’s pussy relentlessly. Over and over, the sound of skin slamming against skin followed by a whimpered yelp.
Y/n glanced over at the others who were touching themselves while watching the scene unfold, “don’t look at them, look at me.” Hook redirected her head back towards him, holding her face with his hook, forcing her to make eye contact as he pounded into her.
It wasn’t long before she felt the familiar sensation build up inside of her, she whined and moaned as she felt her orgasm approaching.
Hook suddenly pulled out and shook his head, “not yet. Bad girls don’t get the opportunity to cum so soon.” He whispered against her ear.
She whined in protest and he firmly slapped her jaw, “enough.”
Y/n shrunk into herself and let out a pitiful sigh in resignation. Like a trained dog who was just told it couldn’t chew on its owners shoes.
Hook smiled and rubbed where he slapped her, soothing the stinging feeling she felt, “good girl… now, you can handle two cocks, right..? It’s no problem, you’ve done it before.”
Y/n’s eyes widened but she nodded slowly
“What about three..?”
That sentence made her freeze, three? She’s only had two at a time, but three was a lot. It was close to pushing the boundary. Though it was hard not to feel excited as scary as it was.
Hook noticed the look on her face and caressed her face soothingly, “green or red light, baby?”
Y/n shakily nodded her head, giving them the green light.
Hook smirked, patting her cheek, “good girl.” He then signalled Hades and Morgie over, the two of them sauntering over.
“Let us know if it hurts, darling.”
The three of them got into position, Hades being the tallest laying underneath her to take her ass while Hook and Morgie took her pussy.
They all lubed themselves up, Morgie went first, slowly pushing himself into her causing her to gasp softly, Maleficent and Uliana came over and soothed her as the two others went in, praising her until the three of them were all in.
“Good job, baby… you take them so well…” Uliana cooed
Y/n let out an almost pained sigh as they all sunk into her tight holes, the stretch of their bigger than average cocks being almost too much to bear. But she was a good girl, she could take it.
The guys give her time to adjust, getting used to the unfamiliar feeling of having three cocks buried into her.
“Can we start moving, love..?” Hook asked
She took a breath around the gag and she nodded, and let out a small moan as the three started moving.
After a few thrusts, the pain started to subside and was replaced by a new ecstatic sensation, she was a whimpering and moaning mess, her eyes rolling back with each thrust.
Maleficent ducks her head down and starts sucking on her nipples while making circles on Y/n’s clit with her fingers and Uliana took the gag out of her mouth and sat on her face, forcing her to eat her out.
“You’re doing so well darling, letting us use you like this…” Hades purred as he sunk into her tight asshole repeatedly.
They all picked up the pace which causes Y/n to moan louder against Uliana’s pussy. “So… good…” she whimpers out
Y/n reaches her orgasm pretty quickly and tenses up as she cums all over their cocks, her body shaking then going limp.
Instead of slowing down, the five of them start going faster and harder, the guys chasing their highs while Mali circles her clit faster and Uli starts chasing her high as well, using Y/n’s face.
Y/n couldn’t take it and she starts shaking uncontrollably as she’s being used and stimulated in every way possible. The unholy sounds of everyone moaning and skin against skin echos throughout the lair.
“Fuck you feel so good…”
“Just like that, darling…”
“Good girl…”
The guys start getting sloppy with their thrusts as they approach their highs and Uliana begins to moan louder and as if on cue, they all reach their orgasms within the span of a minute.
Everyone was panting while they came down, Hook and Morgie pulling out of her pussy and Hades slowly pulls out of her asshole leaving her leaking with cum from both holes.
Uliana gets off her face and Maleficent takes the cum from both her holes and sticks her fingers in Y/n’s mouth, forcing her to eat and swallow.
Helloo! Can you do a James Hook x reader in which the reader is like Kitty Cheshire (From Ever After High) But a more nicer person who’s bestfriends with Bridget since they’re both from Wonderland and Ella.. Hook and her meets at the Life is Sweeter scene and maybee you can think of the rest! Thank you!!
Smile
Paring: James Hook x Cheshire Cat Daughter F!Reader.
Summary: Growing up you were always told to put a smile on your face. It’s your motto, your mask. It first instinct to smile through anything. Though when a certain pirate says you should smile, every bone in you wants to defy him. However this always makes him more curious.
Warnings: None I can think of but lmk otherwise!
Taglist: Just comment and ask!
A/N: Ahhh, this was such a good idea — more thoughts on writing this at the end!
I smiled brightly at the sight of Bridget started to sing. She was working with the red haired girl beside her — making flamingo cupcakes.
She turned around offering me one before starting to sing — her voice kind and gentle. I grabbed one off the tray, biting into the delicious treat.
“It’s not really a secret recipe.”
I walked beside her, smiling as I sing out with her. “A little butter, flour, sugar, and a lot of positivity.”
We started to walk around the campus, people grabbing cupcakes as they were walking past. Part of them turning pink, Bridget’s color.
“Honestly, it always works for me.”
I smiled as she started to get more into the song. I held out my tray full of sweet treats as well, watching as they quickly started to fly off and into people’s mouths.
Me and Bridget smiled at each other before singing together, “cause the sun shines a little more brightly.”
“When you take things a little more lightly.” People around us also started to get into the vibe, dancing with us. Having fun.
I squealed as someone lifted me off the ground and spun me around.
As we walked up to Aladdin and Jasmine I couldn’t help but cringe at their pda. This school was full of it — but they tended to take it up a notch.
I fall into routine with the others, dancing in sync making sure to not fall. I handed Bridget the cupcakes again as it started to settle down.
“So your friends with everyone?” Red ask, making me wince. “Gosh no,” Bridget spoke. “My only friends are Ella and Y/N.” She said her time full of hope as she went on. “But with time and more delightful treats — they will be.”
I smiled at the two new girl, smiling widely despite the akward situation. Though my attention was stolen as a bunch of Vk’s made their way into the court yard.
I watched intrigued as they moved out the way — showing the captain. James Hook.
“Look for a hand, find a golden hook.” I crossed my arms, he had a nice voice. However the vibe I got from him rubbed me wrong in every direction. Which was weird cause normal I was fine with everyone.
“Captain of the seas I got ‘em all shook.” I watched as the rest of their group introduce themselves. Setting it up for Uliana — Ursula little sister to make her way. The Queen of bullies.
“Say Uliana and watch them flee!”
I looked over to their confused faces as Bridget informed them. “She’s Ursula’s baby sister.” Uliana rolled her eyes, while the Vk’s started to walk into us.
I watched as the pirate started to take a few steps towards me. Thankfully we all pushed back. “The sun sines a little more brightly.”
Hook and the rest off them pushed back as well. Though I felt my breath hitch at how close he got. “The darkness is a little enticing.”
Circling each other — we started to dance again. Though as I went to spin, a hook grabbed onto my wrist.
Getting pulled back I bump into the chest of the man responsible. I pulled my hand back away from him — though he used in hand to grab it again.
Before he could say anything I gave him a sarcastic smile. Disappearing leaving only my smile for a second.
I reappeared beside Ella — and continued to dance.
Once everyone was calmed down I made my way closer to Bridget, watching as Uliana took one of her cupcakes. “Thanks.” Though I could tell she was not being sincere.
Bridge started to be polite but she cut her off. “For all of them!” Grabbing the tray. Ella was the first to jump to Bridge’s defense. “Give that back to her.”
My smile dropped as they started to make fun of both Ella and Bridget. I looked down to the person beside me. I grabbed his tourney stick and pointed it a Uliana.
“Listen her sea freak. You’re going to give them back.” I could hear one of the new girls, Chloe I think list off the rules.
A hook pushed away a stick before Hook walked into my personal space. “Easy there lassie. Don’t know where you come from.” He took another step closer, and this time I could practically feel his breath on my face. “Don’t know where you come from, but her we fight after school.”
He pushed some of my hair out my face. “Meet me them.” I grabbed onto his hook for a hand. I took the gum out my mouth, pressing it to the sharp point. “You wouldn’t stand a chance.”
I pushed him back, causing him to smile. Though I wasn’t expecting him to lift the sharp hook to his mouth. Biting off the gum from it.
I glared at the pirate, as Red pushed in front of me treating the sea witch. “I only wanted the feathers.” She threw the tray onto the ground, causing a few people to jump. Rude.
Uliana was about to take a bit of all the feather — but kind Bridget was nice enough to warn her. “You really shouldn’t, that’s way too many.”
Not heading her warning Uliana placed them into her mouth — eating them. The sea witch started to brag about her self, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the flamingo screech she did.
“What was that?!” She looked around — trying to find what was responsible. I crossed my arms once again. Watching as she slowly started to turn pink, into a flamingo.
“You alright Uli? You’re looking a little pink.” I turned my heated glare back to his stupid face.
“No really?” I asked him, no duh genius. You would think a sea witch would know what too many feather would do.
“Easy there kitty. Don’t go starting fights.” He turned his full attention onto me instead of his boss. While everyone else watched as Uliana turn pink all over.
I couldn’t help but scoff. “You started the fight.” I look past him to see a flamingo Uliana glaring a Bridget and I knew exactly what she was thinking. I push past Hook and started to push Bridget to run. “Bridge go. Go!” Bridget, Ella, and me all rushed to run away and Uliana started to chase the three of us.
We almost made it into the dormitory when Maleficent and Hook blocked the door way.
“Hello again lassie.”
“How did you?” I started to question trailing off as I pointed to the court yard than to here. “I know my way around.” Is all he told me before the two of them started to chase us.
Running to the next door, Hades and Morgie blocked us next. We ran over to the fountain and once Ella pulled Bridget away I pushed the sea witch into it.
“She warned you.” I spoke to her, but she couldn’t hear me since she was underwater. Grabbing Bridget and Ella we all ran past the other kids. Making our escape.
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I sighed as I collapse onto my bed. Luckily, I had a dorm to myself. Where I could finally drop the smile and relax.
I rested my eyes, finding myself comfortable before a knock on the door made me reopen them.
For a second I thought I just let them think I’m not home. I teleported in here anyway, it’s not like they say me come in.
Another pound at the door made a groan free from my body and I pulled myself up off my comfie mattress.
Yanking the door open I spoke before I even saw them, “yes?” Aggravation laced in my tone.
“Well aren’t you a nice kitty?” The teasing voice was one all to familiar.
“Hook.” He smiled before forcing himself in. “I was wondering when you were going to get home.”
“What?” Confusion made me furrow my brows, the hell was he talking about? “Worry not about that. I’ve come to properly introduce myself.” He grabbed one of my magazines ripping out the hot guy.
“Hey!” I snatched the paper from him trying to piece it together.
“I’m James hook. Captain. Villian. Charming, dashing, skilled fighter, amazing—.“ I cut him off before he can continue. “Alright that’s enough. What do you want?”
My arms cross and I lean against my table. “A smile for starters.” I felt my lips, only to realize I wasn’t smiling. There’s never been a time where I wasn’t at least smirking in front of people.
I try to find my smile — except I can’t find nor force it this time.
“What do you want? Hurry up.”
“Uliana is not a fan of you or your pink friend.” I kept my gaze on him as he strolled around my room. “Maybe you’d like to make a deal.”
“My protection, for your powers.” I tilted my head confused. “What do you need my powers for?”
He walked over to me, invading my personal space once again. “Well I hear sneak kitty is the best thief.”
“I’m not stealing anything for you.” I said simply. He gave a low up, bringing his hook up to push back my hair. “How about a date then?” I felt the air leave my body. Heat rushing back and all over.
I grabbed his arm and dragged him to the door, “no way, not until wonderland makes sense.” I was about to shut the door but his hand stopped it.
“Can I get one conversation at least? Tomorrow at the enchanted lake. Noon. And if you don’t show up I won’t stop trying.” He walked away causing me to roll my eyes. Pirates and their determination.
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I had spent the day contemplating on weather or not I should go. I eventually decided to do so. I’m just curious.
Opening my door, I was surprised to find the pirate I was supposed to see at the lake at my door. “What are you doing here?”
“I’ve come to walk with you, wouldn’t want someone to take advantage of you.” In a place full of royals and goody kids?
And villian kids.
Right. Rebels too. Deciding to just go with him, we walked quietly to the lake. Well I was quiet, and he kept talking and talking.
By the time we had gotten to the refreshing water cliff I had found myself started to enjoy his voice.
“So what now?” I asked once we had passed the bridge. “Well, now we cool off.” I looked at him confused before he shrugged off his jacket.
My eyes widened and I grabbed his hands, stoping him from continuing to unbutton his shirt. “What are you doing?!”
“Going swimming? You alright kitty cat?” His accent was very noticeable as he finished unbuttoning his shirt.
My mouth wet dry at the sight of him throwing it onto the ground with his jacket. His tan skin looked delectable, and I for some reason felt a desire to rub my hand down the slope of his abs.
“I’ll uh, I’ll wait here for you.”
He tiled his head, looking me up and down. Studying me. He gave a low hum before walking to the edge of the cliff.
“Sure you don’t want to jump with me.”
“I’m sure.” A part of me wanted to give the reason; I can’t swim, but a bigger part of me knew his kindness now was an act. He was still a bully.
He took a step off, falling with a smile. I leaned over the edge, watching as he splashed into the water.
I sat down, letting my feet dangle as I watched him swim around. Laughing when stubbed his toe against a rock.
I walked down the cliff meeting him as he walked out the water. “You’re soaking wet.”
His smirk widened as he shook his hair — getting the water out. Like a cat. I snaked his shoulder when he got sprinkles onto me.
“Watch it.”
“I’ll make sure of it, kitty cat.”
We sat on the shore, I made sure to not let the water touch my feet while Hook didn’t mind it. Classic pirate.
I laughed as he told the story of Hades throwing a fit when Uliana took Maleficent away from him for an hour.
“That’s nice.” I squint my eyes curiously. “Your smile. Your real smile, not that forced one.”
“I—“ I honestly didn’t know what to say. I just came up blank. “Thank you.” It was the safest option. The only thing I could really think of.
“Perhaps I should walk you to your dorm now.” I nodded quietly, just as quiet as we walked back. It wasn’t awkward either, it was comfortable.
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I walked up to Bridget smiling, “How are you, your highness?”
“Ugh Y/N I told you not to call me that.” I laughed at her rolling her eyes, before linking arms with her. “Should we go dress shopping today? I asked.
“Omg, yes! But I hear there’s someone waiting in the court yard for you. Wanting to ask a very specific question.” She smiled knowing, and I know what her tone was hinting at.
“Someone’s trying to ask me to castlecoming?” I hated that the first person to cross my mind was a certain devious pirate.
We walked out the doors, and I lost my breath at how many people were out here.
Standing on a table with a sign saying ‘Castlecoming? Yes or no?’ Was Peter Pan. One of the royal popular boys only rivaled by Charming.
I looked around, Bridget had dropped my arm. Everyone was staring — expecting. Everyone was staring demanding. I knew the look all to well.
Always put on a smile
Papa’s voice waved through my mind at the same time I locked eyes with Hook. He was out here as well. Only a few Vk’s were out and about.
I felt like i couldn’t breath as I forced my smile.
Your real smile, not that forced one.
I gave everyone what they wanted, I said yes.
⎈
I didn’t see Hook the next two days. I hated that it got to me, I barely knew him. I had just met him for the white rabbit sake.
However every second that I didn’t see him, felt like a cruel laugh. One wrapped in a British accent.
The hours ticked and ticked and before I knew it Peter was knocking on Bridget’s door. I had gotten ready with Ella and Bridge but I would be arriving with Peter.
The carriage ride was quiet, and I had attempted conversation, but Peter in nice words was dry. I blended into the backround as Peter chatted and laughed with his friends.
Once they and all gotten to absorbed into each other I had made my way across and over to the drink stand.
“All alone kitty cat?” His voice wrapped around me, and it felt warm. “Hook.” I clipped my voice, not wanting to show how much I had actually missed his presence.
“Miss me?” Yes. “No.” I had only met this man recently, and yet he had such an effect on me. Like he was the moon while I was a star. Blindingly in awe of him.
“I missed you.” I searched his eyes for the lie, but instead found honesty. “I will say I’m upset you came with Peter Pan.”
“Are you angry at me?” My eyes pleaded for him to say no. “Not with you.”
He brushed my hair out my eye with his hook, taking a step into me. Leaning close to my ear, I could feel his breath fanning across my skin , leaving a burning fire.
“Rest assured kitty cat you may have came with him, but you will be leaving with me.”
I was sure I looked like a fish out of water with the way my face burned and the way my mouth wide open.
“Now,” he offered his hand, “will you dance with me?” I didn’t say anything, but I just took his hand. Letting him lead me out onto the floor.
“Is this a bad time to say I don’t know how to dance.” I whispered, kicking myself for being to wrapped up in him and not being focused.
“Don’t worry,” she placed my hand on his shoulder, the other in his good hand — all while his hook rested on my hip. “Just follow my lead.”
The music started, he took steps and I followed him. Every twirl I laughed, and every dip I smiled.
By the time struck midnight, I had left with Hook. Forgetting all about Peter Pan.
Walking across the bridge we were quiet until I spoke up. “I’m sorry I upset you. I didn’t mean to.” He kept quiet, I had walked in front of him — the moon light lighting my way.
“And I know how much you dislike Peter Pan, so I’m sorry that it was him—“ my hand was yanked back and before I knew it Hook had trapped my lips with his own. Taking my words away.
For the first time, I finally felt relief. I stepped into him as he placed his hook on my waist. His hand getting trapped and tangled in my hair as he pried open my lips.
He was so consuming, his lips demanded the attention he thought he deserved.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, lifting my up slightly, as wind started to blow.
Not to sound to on the nose, but it honestly felt like a fairy tail.
⎈
“Thank you for walking me home.” I shrugged off his jacket, handing it back to him. “Nothing to mention.”
He grabbed it from me, his gaze on mine. Searching. I went to walk into my room but his voice stopped me.
“Keep it.” Handing me his jacket he continued on. “You can give it back to me on our first date.”
“I dont remember asking for a date.”
He smiled and kissed my cheek. “That’s because I’m asking you.” Not demanding, but asking.
“I’d love to go out with you Hook.” He wrapped his arms around me and twisted the door nob. “James will do.”
I walked into my room, turning to shut the door. Right before it closed I whispered out, “goodnight James.”
“Good night Y/N.” He had waited until I was fully safe inside.
⎈
A/N: Ahhhh, I loved this idea. I can’t help but feel like this was rushed but I hope you enjoyed. James Hook is my soul mate trust 🤞
may i raise: adult!hero!reader and adult!james hook reuniting after the isle border does down at the endnof d3 🙏
pairings: james hook x gn!reader
genre: bittersweet fluff with some light hurt/comfort
warnings: a little bit of (lighthearted) suggestive flirting, a couple swears (shit, shitty, bastard)
note: it feels funny using hook as a teen for the moodboard, but i tried to find a faceclaim for how i picture him as an adult and couldn't find anything that perfectly matched 💔 also, happy easter to those who celebrate :) 🐰🍫
the bright rays of the sun force your eyes to crease further than your ghost of a smile can reach to pinch them closed, and warm your cheeks further than the pleasant dusting of heat growing beneath your skin; a soft buzz which only grows, as you observe belle harbour lit up with a sea of jolly faces and even jollier cheers of celebration.
all around you, long lost friends squeal in recognition and distantly related families open their arms to new members—and lovers, long ago doomed by cruel destinies setting them upon severed paths, fall into embraces imbued with the potent longing of 20 long years spent apart finally bubbling over cauldron’s rims into the free air—framed by rows upon rows of carts and carriages filled to the brim with everything from tooth-rotting pastries to enchanted fireworks. music booms from somewhere amongst the crowd, quickly tempting the giddy citizens of both the isle and auradon alike, to come together in a range of tasteful head-bobbing, to intricate steps rumbling the ground of the makeshift dancefloor at the centre of the harbour.
as quick as people break out into singing along with the beginning of the song, there’s a familiar soothing hand settling gently upon your shoulder.
her royal highness, the benevolent queen ella of cinderellasburg, is simply your best friend ella, as she softens her beaming smile into the slightest curl of her lips, and nods back to where her step-neice dizzy is standing with her arms crossed on the outskirts of the dancefloor as she coaches king charming through an elaborate pirouette.
“apparently we ‘dance like her grandma’,” she shakes her head fondly, “which i assume isn’t a compliment—so she’s insisted she needs to teach us a dance she invented herself, for our own sakes.”
her head dips as she takes a step forward, close enough that you can still hear her when she lowers her voice, “you’re worrying yourself sick.”
your smile slips away with a morose sigh, as, for the hundredth time since the barrier fell, you find your eyes magnetically drawn (past the grins, past the bubbly laughs and swells of cheers, past all the merriment that you should be indulging in—not watching longingly like a long lost royal pressing their face to the windowsill of the tower that locks them away from the outside world) to the mouth of the bridge connecting auradon to the isle—and, for the hundredth time, you still don’t find the one person you wish to see, whirling in circles searching for you just the same before sprinting into your arms like you used to after school holidays spent apart.
“it’s been so long…”
ella drops her hand from your shoulder to slip between your own fingers, giving a light tug to draw your wandering eyes to meet hers, “come dance with us. you might not like it, but it will be better than numbing your legs and mind over here, okay?”
hesitantly, you nod, “you’re probably right.”
“when am i not?”
the two of you share airy giggles and steady steps weaving through the crowd of dancers, shoulders bumping almost like you’re just two little kids again, curling overs yourselves in laughter after watching headmaster merlin cower in fear for accidently managing to transfigure the vengeful deputy headmistress morgana into a furiously-squeaking borogrove.
you’re just about to be in reach of the charming-tremaines (where chloe and dizzy team up to make fun of chad’s two left feet—only for dizzy to be unable to hold back a traitorous choke of laughter when chloe goes sheepishly silent at her dad’s reminder of the incident from her childhood ballroom dancing classes), when you can’t help but turn around for one last moment of weakness. your squinted eyes scan every single face amongst the relentless flow of isle citizens joining the festivities, and, predictably, a thrice-over still finds no particular pirate hidden within the crowd.
with a sigh, you’re already beginning to turn back around with the encouragement of christopher and the kids cheering your name in greeting—when a flash of maroon bursts from the masses like a blinding flare calling to you louder than any other voice around you, and a sharp gasp pierces your lungs.
you rock with the force of ella unknowingly continuing to guide you away, but quickly wobble to stillness when a glimpse over her shoulder swiftly puts the pieces together, and she appears at your halted side—though you’re entirely unaware of a single person’s presence in all of auradon, except for the man who just stepped foot upon the harbour.
your friend is saying something, whispering into your ear with a growing smile, but you can’t process a single of her words, as your wide eyes desperately try to make out every little detail of him from afar.
he’s taller (of course he is—it’s been 20 years!), he’s grown into that rugged look he always used to be a little bit too rosy-cheeked for, with his hair grown out even darker, as inky whisps slip from where the rest of the strands are tied away out of his face stray to frame his sharp cheekbones and his strong jawline. he’s grown out his facial hair like he always swore he would (though you already prefer this scruffy beard over the elaborate curled moustache he’d torment you with his plans for), the short hair framing his mouth up to his nose—where you swear you catch a glint of one or two gold piercings he didn’t have last time you saw him, the fixtures also running along his ears and dotting an eyebrow. but even though your boy has grown into a man—who has clearly tailored himself a new coat, the garment is still a similar colour to the one he used to flaunt down the halls of merlin academy, and from it still hangs the preserved remnants of the same jewels and chains you’d once helped sew onto the cuffs and through the buttonholes for him. and even with broader shoulders and stronger arms, his hand still rests atop his hip where he anxiously fiddles with the hem of his coat, his stance emanating that nervous air identical to the one that would surround him when he’d wait at your dorm’s door with flowers, or fuss over his appearance every time you’d finally come into view as you’d approach him for a date, and he’d breathe a sigh of relief that you continued to choose to not stand him and his pompous attitude up.
you expect yourself to flinch—for shaky breaths to wrack through your trembling body, for your head to grow light and your fingers to grow numb, for you to be overcome with the terror of everything you’ve ever dreamed of finally coming true—when the compass guiding his heart finally finds you on the other side of the crowd. but, instead, when brown eyes meet yours across the harbour, your body releases a sigh of relief, and you feel muscles that have been tense for far too many years finally relax.
for a moment, neither of you can bring yourselves to take so much as a single step forward, as your gazes snap together like magnets—and, even from afar, you both notice the way each other eases under the kindness of your long lost lover’s eyes.
too entranced to notice her still lurking beside you until it’s too late, ella’s hand is wrapped tightly around your arm just as fast as she’s dragging you through the crowd in the blink of an eye, and giving you one last push forwards, as she whispers, “go get ‘im,” with an encouraging smile, and all but a puff of smoke as she disappears to leave the two of you alone.
your feet scramble for purchase from the momentum of being swept across the bricks of the harbour, your hands flying out to grab onto anything for purchase—just as a rough hand grasps your arm to steady your see-sawing upper body, and another arm wraps around your waist to hold you upright.
your head snaps up from where you’d been staring at your wobbling feet; a gasp slipping past your parted lips as you’re suddenly inches away from james hook, who’s initial concern for your possible eating the pavement, in tandem with your own expression, morphs into shock at the almost overwhelming closeness after years spent out of reach.
the two of you burst apart, all awkward coughs and ducking your heads to hide your darting eyes and his furious blush.
“s-sorry— i— i didn’t—” you cringe at yourself as you once again look back up to face your highschool sweetheart, with a shy attempt at a genuine smile, “sorry… hi?”
“hi…” he answers breathily, his voice light with disbelief, as he too looks up to meet your gaze, “hey.”
your heart pounds so rapidly you feel your chest flinch with every beat, the blood pumping faster than the kicks of the white rabbit’s feet—drowning out even the deepest thunders of the vibrating bass from the music behind you.
after a stretch of unsure silence, you whisper, “i haven’t seen you in… forever.”
“yeah…” he nods to himself, a tint of something restless swirling in his eyes as he searches for the right thing—or, at this point, anything—to say, “…i, uh, saw you on tv. the royal delegate for cinderellasburg? that’s, wow—”
“well, it’s really just glorified best friend duties so ella doesn’t have to go to so many pointless meetings…”
he shrugs, “i wouldn’t say it’s pointless,” he tries on a wavering replica of his cheeky smirks you used to fall victim to on the daily, back when the most of your worries was his incessant nagging begging you to skip class and hang out with him instead, “that outfit you wore to the charity gala last week? i’d say it’s all worth it just for that,” he gives an approving whistle.
“so you think i looked better bumbling down a yellow carpet broadcast than i do right now?” you cock your hip to the side as you bring a hand to rest on the fabric—of a humble every-day outfit, that you’d been wearing to help ella volunteer in the local auradon city gardens earlier today before the news of the barrier broke out—covering it.
james’ eyes widen in silent horror, before his mouth flies open frantically.
“no, no no no no no, i didn’t— i meant— you’ve always looked stunning, always!” he reaches for the hand on your hip, grasping it a bit tighter than he intended, as he shakes his head in genuine regret, “i was just trying to act like we used to— i— i’m so sorry—”
“no—!” your other hand all but slaps to cover where he holds yours, panic now swelling up inside of you too, “i was just joking, too— oh my— i’m sorry!”
as his raised eyebrows gently drift back down, james lets out a light chuckle at the realisation of the simple failed attempt of both of you tripping over your own feet as you’d tried to leap back into your old dynamic. with a hand rubbing at the back of his neck, and a little affirming nod with a murmured, “right,” the tension settles as you return the inklings of a reassuring smile he offers you, and attempt to put the awkward moment behind you.
with one hand still in his (like your bodies remember the natural rhythm of the two of your better than your own minds do, melding into each other as if you’d never been apart) you lift your other hand to give the gentlest shove at his shoulder (and even then, your body clings to his as you never fully retract your touch after the action, and your palm slowly runs down his chest), “you don’t look so bad yourself, either.”
with a steadily re-ignited confidence, james gasps coquettishly, “who, me?”
he momentarily slips from your hold to show off with a twirl, and a flourish of his coat to display his torso framed by a loose, low-cut, cream undershirt hiding behind the maroon leather—to which you give an approving hum, and waste no time in finding his hand in yours once more.
“don’t i know it,” he grins, “i told you we’d be the hottest parents at every pta meeting.”
you instinctively roll your eyes, but can’t escape his infectious smile, as it undeniably spreads across your mouth—which counters, “actually, i distinctly remember us agreeing i would be, and that you would be the handsome loiterer outside, because you’d rather walk the plank than sit in on ‘boring adult shit’.”
he hums thoughtfully, “well i am handsome—”
“is that so?”
with a matter-of-fact nod, he lifts his arms to lounge atop your shoulders, drawing himself closer until you begin to feel the faintest brush of his breaths against your nose, “—but i also recall reminding you that i’d sit through all the boring meetings in the entire world if it meant i got to sit with you.”
your breaths tremble more than even the wobble in your adrenaline-shaken legs, as you take a miniscule step further into his embrace.
“careful,” you place your warm palms atop where his forearms rest over your shoulders, with a teasing murmur, “if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you might already be back in the habit of ditching events early to get some time alone with me.”
he smirks, tilting his head (as if to say, “well… you’re not wrong”), “there’s going to be plenty of time for that,” he reassures you, as the curl of his lips grows further into a more genuine smile, and he dips his head to whisper conspiratorially, “but first; i’ve spent the last 18 years bragging about how we used to dominate the academy ballroom’s dancefloor—and we need to prove my naysayer children wrong, urgently.”
watching him with a raised eyebrow and an amused smirk, james clears his throat with a full-body flutter, and extricates himself from being wrapped around you in a large step backwards—only to immediately step forwards once more, and all but kneel before you in a dramatic bow.
he speaks your name like a poet eagerly trying a new line of prose on their tongue (with that hint of gruffness that has grown into his voice, from the hint of salt within silky sweetness that it was when he was a teenager), and extends his hook in invitation.
“my love, may i have this dance?”
you let him simmer in anticipation (and the awkward crumple of his knee against the stained bricks of the harbour), before—surprising no one, especially not the queen who can’t help herself from chancing a glimpse out of the corner of her eye every few seconds, of the pair that she’s observed ever since she caught your not-so-subtle glances at the obnoxious boy across the yard bothering the orientation day guides—draping your hand over the gold curve of his hook, and nodding.
“let’s show these kids how it’s done.”
in a flash, there’s a grinning kiss planted on the back of your hand, and you’re swept off into the centre of the improvised dancefloor.
you’re barely given an opportunity to catch your breath before there’s an arm around your waist guiding you into step with the upbeat song—his steadying hold leading the dance for all of the six seconds it takes for you to regain your bearings, and let out an unrestrained laugh when he gasps at suddenly being pulled full-force against your chest.
the two of you twist and twirl exactly like you used to, scrambling as james dips you until your head grazes the ground below, and grinning as you set him off into a dizzying spin in retaliation. every step comes to you as easy as the last, smoother than breathing and faster than you can blink and re-meet your partner’s eyes—though, it’s all very purposeful and thought-through, when your shoes tap against the toes of his boots to tease him, and he whirls you around to tuck your back to his chest, so he can rile you up with smirked breaths and parting lips ever-so-gently breezing over the tender expanse of your neck.
a kiss presses into your cheek, after which james adjusts you slightly so you can meet his eyes.
“oops,” he grins unapologetically, “i slipped.”
there’s something bright and bubbly building up in the back of your throat, the warmth spreading under your cheeks is undeniable, and you’re leaning back against his chest without even realising it—but, a disorientation sinks its claws into you, as the lightness in your head unbalances you like the rattle of a bobblehead, and the sudden lack of air from the sharp exhale of every last breath trapped deep inside your lungs expels like an arrow aimed straight for your heart; with a piercing gasp.
everything blurs into stripes of rainbow spotlights and muddled bundles of dancers ping-ponging across your vision. there’s arms holding you close, slowly easing as they notice something shift, holding you close, keeping you upright where your trembling legs waver—compressing your chest, suffocating you like the cheap fabric of your castlecoming outfit as you stumble in the ill-fitting shoes borrowed from the rich kid in the next dorm over, with a heavy air of strong cologne weighing you down like a smoke cloud.
it hurts. the shimmering fabric is being torn from your skin, the shoes are slipping off your feet and your bare soles are sinking into thick quicksand, steadily dragging you away from the scent of sea salt and something alcoholic (though water-ed down, in an attempt to not get caught by prying chaperones). but the harder you struggle—the more desperately you reach out to the figure dragged off into the distance until he’s nothing but a shadow of what was holding you so tightly moments ago—the further you sink away.
the surroundings of the merlin academy ballroom that saw you through to your graduation crumbles around you, until all that stands is you, cemented in place, and a statue hanging by a thread above your head; of the new king—who you watch helplessly from the crowd watching him accept the crown, and your best friend takes your hand from where she’s sat beside you, as the beast declares that goodness and love and everything you’re about to lose forever has prevailed.
the timid fairy you used to share study hall with raises her wand, and a zap of harsh magic springs from its tip.
the barrier surrounding, what they’ve titled, the isle of the lost raises, and the single length of rope holding the statue above your head snaps.
you don’t try to avoid the collision; you would never stand a chance. you look up, and do the only thing you have the strength to—which is nothing at all.
you watch it fall, and fall, and—
“—darling?!” a second after your eyes drift off into the distance, james is stepping around to stand directly in front of you, cupping your face with panic-stricken wide eyes, “what’s wrong? is it because i—? i should have asked, i’m so sorry… are you okay?”
with a second gasp bracketing your descent into the remnants of the bitter nightmares that have haunted you since that fateful day you were torn from james, you shake your head—both to urge the misery to rattle out of place and fall out your ears, and to offer empty reassurance to the man standing before you with his chest fluctuating in increasingly frantic gasps for air.
a self-deprecating laugh tumbles past shaky lips, swiftly followed by the sprouting of decidedly not reassuring tears in the corners of your drooping eyes.
you hold a shaky hand up to stop him before he opens his mouth to interrogate you further, biting your tongue to keep wayward sobs at bay, as your quivering voice betrays you, “i missed you.”
for an imperceptible second, it all falls into place, and his frightened concern melts away into the knowing empathy of a man who is the only person in all of auradon who will ever know exactly how you feel right now.
his thumb wipes away your tears as they come, nodding with a whisper, “i missed you too… every day.”
you paw at your damp cheeks, choking on all the sobs and cries and wails and whimpers and heartbroken howls that you’ve been holding in for 20 years, as you let your face sink into the grounding touch of his palm holding you steady.
“i missed you so much,” you gasp through hiccups, “i wrote hundreds of letters in those first few months… i’d come h-here, every morning, and beg the royal guard stationed at the docks to please j-just let me post a single one.”
a fracture right down the middle splits james’ heart in two at your words. his arm wrapped around your back tugs you impossibly closer, until he hopes you might be close enough to dig your hand into his chest and mend the organ yourself, like no one but you and the only hands that know him so intimately ever could.
swallowing thickly, james repeats, “it’s okay, you’re okay—we’re okay. i promise.”
stray tears flick into the air and drip down his wrist as you send the droplets flying with a hopeless shake of your head against the insistent warmth of his palm.
“we’re gonna be okay,” he swears under his breath, then inhales deeply, “i… i watched every single rerun of the first unity day parade—” your flooded blurry eyes peak open, peering at him with the slightest fracture of the light of the sun making them shine before him, “—seriously, every. single. one. i sat through all the shitty floats and king bastard’s speeches, just so i could see those three seconds where fay forgets her cue, and you have to sprint across the stage to find her.”
he lets out the ghost of a laugh in fond remembrance, his gaze drifting away for just a moment, replaying the sight of you scurrying across the stage that was broadcast live to every single kingdom in the united states of auradon—as if he could possibly find it endearing, and not the most humiliating first event as the official royal delegate for cinderellasburg possible; a moment plucked straight out of your nightmares as the audience had broken into giggles to unimpressed whispers aimed at the person who’d just whipped past like a shameless streaker right in front of them.
you sniffle, adamantly shaking your head even as the spark of a timid smile tugs at the corners of your lips, “that was mortifying.”
“nonsense!” he gasps, offended at your own words on your behalf, “you looked as lovely as ever— smee had to steal my entire television set to get me to look away from you.”
you choke on surprise as your smile slips past your defences and bursts wide open, shaking your head in disbelief—steadily unravelling from the false belief that you’d cornered yourself into over these past long, lonely, years; that james had already long moved on from you, and wasn’t as lovesick as you were as you’d trace the curl of his handwriting upon the scraps of notes he’d once passed to you during classes, with the tip of your finger aching to remember the exact sensations of unfolding the torn pieces of parchment for the first time, and beaming with an affection you couldn’t hide, even when you’d try to reprimand him for not paying attention to the actual classwork in favour of sighing adoringly at the side of your face, as you dutifully turned to listen to the teacher in the desk beside your restless boyfriend.
“goodness—” you half chuckle half breathe out a melancholy sigh, “—you should’ve been there, with me, laughing at how silly i looked— doubled over panting after jogging less than a yard!”
he chuckles with a soft shake of his head, tilting your face just-so to meet his eyes—his voice a low, serious, rumble, “i’m here now.”
he holds you within his gaze until you nod (letting your shoulders fall, and your heart unclench its fists, as you feel something akin to the first rainfall following an eternity of drought—heavy droplets painting the grass between your toes and the leaves of trees above protecting you in its shade, as a foreign sense of calmness washes over you to wash all the grime of mourning away, until you look down and find the unmarred skin of the teenager falling in love before they even knew the word) then, gently, leans in to peck the softest little string of kisses over the trails of your waning tears.
one just by the crease of your eye, one to the apple of your cheek, one down your jawline, and one at the corner of your lips—which he barely has the chance to incline the full distance towards you to reach, before you’re surging forward.
your lips are dewy with salty tears, they slip against his like a mermaid barrelling through the sea, your bottom lip catching loosely on his teeth as his top lip entirely misses your mouth altogether. it’s frantic, the blunt curve of his hook is digging into your back just the same as your hands grasp at the curve of his jaw and dip of his shoulder to tug him closer closer closer. it’s messy, with your tears still falling and his palm stained with them smoothing down the side of your neck, with your nose still sniffling squishing against his as the blunt coldness his a golden ring piercing drills into his cheek, with his breaths smelling of rum dripping down your throat while yours most definitely wreaks with a mix of this morning’s lukewarm coffee and the handful of beanstalk flavoured tongue tinglers the little dwarf girl volunteering at the gardens had generously shared with you and ella. it’s barely more than blindly mashing your lips together in imitation of what two teenagers who are too embarrassed to admit that this is their first kiss think they should be doing, as saliva sticks to the corners of their mouths and foreheads ram into each other like bumper cars—but neither of you could care less, because you’re together, and nothing has ever felt more right than finally being back inside each other’s skin.
when the dull aching in your heart and your head throbbing in pleads for air finally overpower your senses, your lips slip away—while james breathlessly attempts to lean back in, but settles for pulling you flush against him, with the rough hair of his beard bristling against your cheek, as he hugs you with his arms wrapped possessively around your waist.
your head finds sanctuary in the crook of his neck, your gasps for air blowing against his collar (with a giggle when he wriggles under the caress).
the outside world slowly starts to seep back into the corner of your eyes and the tips of your eardrums. but, before your senses are entirely swallowed whole by the raucous partying surrounding you, james angles his head to whisper in your ear.
“i thought i’d lost you,” he grumbles into the curve of your cheek, his voice barely audible as his grip around your waist squeezes, “now that i have you back, i’m never letting go. ever.”
“good,” you snuggle into his embrace, finally releasing all the weight of your sorrow in one tranquil sigh, “i wouldn’t let you anyway.”
a silent tear runs from his check down to your forehead, as he presses a kiss between your brows.
in a sea full of overjoyed citizens of the united islands, the two of you stay like this—entangled down to every last nerve ending kissing the other’s, one of you breathing in and letting the other breathe out; a being melded together so close it’s impossible to make out where hook’s strong arms end and your fertilizer-dusted shirt begins—as you continue to gently sway together, uncaring of the stomping feet and elaborate charming-tremaine family choreography beyond the body of your lover. your bodies require no thought to flawlessly guide you in a slow dance to the tune of a rapid pop song, that marks the beginning of 20 years the two of you can’t wait to make up for—and every year after that, spent close, spent inseparable from the other’s side, spent where you belong; right here, right now, together.
this is part 2, recommended you read part 1 first! (to avoid confusion)
pairing: james hook x fem!reader (requested)
(note: reader is ariel's daughter and a mermaid)
SUMMARY: as an enemy of the infamous pirate captain starts making advances on you, you are caught between the waves of your lover and the beaming rays of light given to you by another.
GENRE: yandere, quite a bit of angst, comforting fluff at the end, a touch of spice
CW: a bit of cursing, mentions of violence (sword fight, small injuries, threats), mentions of blood (just a few cuts), lots of hurt moments (from arguing), reader gets harassed, jealousy, possessiveness, suggestive material at the end, also uses of the word 'lover' instead of boyfriend or girlfriend because it fit the setting more
WC: 5.5k (did I go overboard? ...maybe)
A/N: me? obsessed with this man? yes, yes I am. the things I felt when writing this...ahhh we love ourselves a jealous man. shoutout to everyone who read and supported part 1, I really didn't think people would actually enjoy reading my writing loll. I know this one is kinda long, so please bear with me. also thanks once again to the anon who requested this, this was a super fun idea to do! all feedback and suggestions are highly appreciated, I'd love to know your thoughts!
“…and then, out of nowhere, BAM! The entire thing explodes!” cries a boy not much older than you, with ginger hair and dressed in a simple green button-up shirt.
Your entire table erupts in laughter, with you sparing a small giggle. It is early morning, and you are sitting with your usual group in the dining hall. You’re only close friends with a few of them, and merely friendly acquaintances with the others. After all, you aren’t really the extroverted, talkative type. Not like the boy retelling the story of how he pranked the headmaster last quarter, somehow with the same enthusiasm as the first ten times he told it.
Peter Pan is one of the members of your large group that you aren’t really close with. Although he is considered to be on the “good” side of the hero-villain spectrum, he sure has his mischievous side.
He is also incredibly extroverted, chatting up anyone he lays his eyes on. Which is why you've always chalked up his attempts to start a conversation with you to his gregarious personality, and nothing more.
Still, you try your best not to get too close to him. Although James has never directly said anything about him to you, you can sense that there’s some…tension between them. Although he tries to act discreet, you’ve still caught on to the way James glowers at Pan whenever you’re with your group—although he doesn’t take much action, as villains and heroes don’t really mix. How he slips his arm around your waist and pulls you in tight whenever he catches sight of Pan, and even the few times he’s used his hook to pull you into a kiss right in front of the person who appears to be his enemy. Not to mention how he always happens to find you with some urgent matter or other that desperately needs your attention whenever you and Pan are having—or trying to have—a conversation. Although, now that you think about it, James does do that quite often whenever you speak to any guy besides him.
Pan catches your eye from across the table, and you can tell he’s waiting for some sort of reaction for his latest joke. You give a polite smile, not really knowing what they had been talking about anyways, and turn away to chat with one of your friends. Whatever’s going on between those two, you don’t care, and you sure don’t want to ruffle any feathers.
Your morning class this semester is Potions and Elixirs 101, in which you happen, by some cruel stroke of fate, to be seated next to the one and only Peter Pan. What is especially annoying about this class—or rather, about your table partner—is that you always end up doing most of the work yourself, being the only one out of your duo that actually listens to instructions.
The teacher explains how today, your class will be making Shanty Serum, an anti-seasickness remedy. After he goes over the requirements a dozen times, you finally set off on the mission of brewing the potion, which is always done in a pair with your table mate.
Everything is going fine, of course; you crush the siren teeth into a fine powder, and Pan, following your careful instructions, manages to brew the kraken saliva until it comes to a soft boil. Just as you reach the final steps, you crinkle your nose as a strange smoky odor fills your senses. You look up from your textbook to see your potion, which you worked so hard on, bubbling and overflowing from the cauldron.
“Ah, I’m so sorry professor! I could have sworn I only put in two unicorn hairs!” Pan cries, jumping back to avoid getting purple goo all over himself. You shoot him a glare, and he adds on, “And I’m sorry to you too, Y/N! I really am!”
You sigh and shake your head, flipping through your textbook to find the page where it explains how to counter excess unicorn hair. Through a bit of luck and a decent amount of skill, you manage to save your potion and not get a terrible grade on it, either.
The last few minutes of class, Pan walks up to you. “Look, Y/N, I’m really sorry about earlier. I know you tried really hard to get the potion right, and I just messed it up. God, I’m such a clutz.” He scratches the back of his head as he looks down at his shoes sheepishly. “Hey, but if you’ll let me, I can make it up to you! Say, you got any plans Friday night?”
His eyes light up as he looks at you with a puppy-dog gaze, and your heart melts a little at his attempt for redemption. But then again, you did promise yourself to keep a good distance from him…
“I-I’m, uhm, well, I was planning to study that night,” you say, which isn’t really much of a lie. “I mean, with midterms coming up and whatnot,” you tack on with a bit of an awkward laugh.
“Saturday night?” Pan pushes, eyes still alight with hope.
“No, I’m sorry, I’m, uh, I’m going out with friends that night. But maybe some other time?” you flash him an apologetic smile, guilt gnawing at your insides as a result of pushing him away. Honestly, you don’t know why James has it out for the poor guy. He seems like the friendly sort to you.
You quickly duck away and move to the other side of the classroom, deciding to meet up with some friends to get away from the stifling silence between the two of you. Deep down, you knew you wouldn't be able to resist Pan’s offer if you had stayed behind to see the disappointed, rejected look on his face. Still, you couldn’t help but glance back at his direction, feeling endlessly shameful for your cold actions.
You thought that would be the end of that, but little did you realize, in that moment, how wrong you were.
School finally lets out and the afternoon rolls around again, which means you stand patiently waiting in the courtyard again for James. You pace around the water fountain, fingers lightly tracing along the rim, humming a tune under your breath.
This fountain has always reminded you of the sea, the rolling waves of the ocean, how the cold water brushes against your skin while it hugs you in a tight embrace. Just thinking about swimming makes your legs ache to morph back into a tail and take off into the blue depths. The worst part about going to the Academy, in your opinion, is that it’s so far from any bodies of water that the only times you get to finally enjoy yourself in your mermaid form is when you’re off for the holidays.
Just as you make your way halfway around the fountain, you see something move on the other side of the water out of the corner of your eye. “Y/N?” a voice calls out.
You walk back around the fountain to be met with… “Pan?” you ask, surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, I saw you come this way after school, and um, I’ve been feeling really bad the whole day for how I screwed up in P&E earlier,” he explains earnestly. “And so, I was thinking, I really want to make sure that I don’t mess up like that again. For both your sake, and my grades’.” He gives a little chuckle at his joke, before straightening his face out again.
“So, uhm, I was wondering, would you be willing to help me out? You don’t have to fully tutor me or anything, but maybe help me study and give me a few tips?”
There it is again. That spark of hope in his eyes. And honestly, how could you turn him down twice? After how sincerely he apologized earlier, and now with how he’s still thinking of you and trying to prevent himself from causing more trouble. You may have your priorities when it comes to relationships, but you still have morals, too. And there is absolutely no way you can reject him again, especially when he’s so desperate to improve.
“Well…yeah, all right. I’ll help you out,” you say, trying to force a smile on your face.
Pan beams, excitement lighting up his features. “Wow, really? Thanks so much, Y/N! You won’t regret it, I swea—”
Pan’s eyes quickly dart to a point above your head, perhaps catching a glimpse of something behind you. Whatever the cause, he stops dead in the middle of his sentence, face dropping. He goes pale for a second, before morphing his features into a hard and cold gaze. Shocked, you turn around to see what could have caused such a sudden change in his demeanor.
And lo and behold, behind you stands a dark, glowering James, still half-concealed by the shadows behind him. He holds Pan’s cold gaze menacingly with a dark, furious, yet somehow misleadingly calm look of his own. Then, with no warning, he stomps towards you, ensnaring your arm within his hook as he drags you away. You barely catch his grumbled “Come on, we’re leaving” as you stumble backwards from his tug, practically running to keep up with his wide strides.
He leads you down a number of empty corridors and doesn’t let you go until you finally reach a deserted staircase. The second he stops hauling you away from the courtyard, you yank your arm back to your side, panting from the difficulty of keeping up with him.
James spins sharply on his heel, angry glare locked with your confused, half-mad, half-hurt gaze.
“Care to tell me what the hell all that was about, love?” he snarls. Darkness swirls around in his vicious eyes, deep and unrelenting like the crashing waves of the ocean, and equally as violent.
“I was just about to ask you the same thing,” you spit back.
“What the hell does Peter Pan want to do with you?”
“First of all, he’s my partner in Potions,” you reply heatedly, trying your best to hold back the angry tears you can feel already forming in your eyes. “And he was asking if I could help him study. As an apology for messing up earlier today. What’s so wrong with that?”
James laughs darkly, muttering, “Damn it, that bastard,” under his breath. He rocks his head back and forth, pairing it with a wicked, twisted smile that sends cold chills down your spine.
“I don’t understand what’s so wrong with that!” you cry out, feeling hot tears already start to trickle down your face.
“Don’t you see?” spits James, taking a step towards you and waving his hook wildly in some form of gesture. “He’s trying to steal you from me!”
At this, you recoil, blinking slowly. You can feel the emotions simmering in you, deep down. The calm before the storm.
“Steal me? From you? Steal me?” you ask, the emotions and fury building inside you like a rising wave. You take a step back from him, your voice rising.
“Look, Pan and I may not be mates, but I know him well,” James snaps, clearly pissed. “And I can tell you right now that he doesn’t have any good intentions towards you.”
“Steal me? Like I’m some sort of treasure to be claimed? Like I’m an object?” you cry out, exasperated and relentless.
Something flashes across James’s eyes for a split second, some emotion or thought that is rather undecipherable. His features soften slightly, reminiscent of how he was when you sang for him under the moonlight not so long ago. As if his rational mind is finally catching up to his emotional words, his face falls, furrowed brows loosen a bit, and the cold anger in his eyes gives way to a more tender side of him. Maybe if you looked hard enough, you could also see a hint of regret laced in there.
“No, I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean it like that,” he calls out after you. But it’s too late; you’re already running down the empty hall, away from James. Away from all your problems.
You’re half-asleep when you show up to Potions and Elixirs 101 the next morning. After your fight yesterday with James, you simply couldn’t catch a wink of sleep. It’s the first time you two fought like this, and you honestly don’t know what to do or how to feel. Sure, you’re still angry at him for the way he acted, but at the same time, you miss his comforting embrace, his soft laughs, the touch of his skin against yours.
You sit down at your assigned table, trying your best to ignore the ginger next to you. Today, you’re taking notes on a lecture the teacher is giving, so you thankfully won’t have to do much talking to Pan.
You make sure to listen as intently as possible to the professor, wanting to fill your mind with something other than thoughts of your argument earlier. You pay attention to taking notes so closely that you nearly forget all about your problems. That is, until you’re reminded again at the end of class, as you’re putting your things away alongside everyone else.
“Hey, Y/N?” Pan asks from beside you.
“Yeah?” you reply, feigning nonchalance. You make sure to keep your head down as you stuff your notebook into your bag. Oh, please let this be about the homework we were just assigned and nothing else.
“I wanted to talk to you about what happened yesterday.”
Well, damn it.
You think about giving a quick response to end the conversation, but in all honesty, you don’t really know if he expects you to accept his apology, or give one of your own. You aren't quite sure who is in the wrong here, but you are sure of one thing: saying the wrong thing will not do you any favors in solving your problems.
“What about yesterday?” You try to keep your tone light, as if it’s all water under the bridge, but you can’t help the apprehensiveness that leaks into your voice.
“Well, I wanted to apologize if I was interrupting something between you two back there,” Pan starts.
You give him a small, apologetic smile, “No, don’t worry, you weren’t interrupting anything,”
“In that case…” Pan runs a hand through his hair as he lets out a quick exhale, before locking eyes with you and asking, “Why are you still with him?”
His blunt question startles you, sending your mind reeling for a response. “I-I don’t know…I just am,” you say, wishing this conversation would be over already. You had never been a big fan of difficult questions that made you doubt everything you knew, or thought you knew, about yourself.
“He treats you terribly. I’ve seen the way he acts. He’s a terrible lover, Y/N.”
You turn to face Pan directly, a defensive glint in your eye at his accusatory tone. “No, he’s not!” You turn away again as you mumble a small, “And he’s not my lover.”
At this, Pan quirks an eyebrow and gives you a look with a very obvious meaning behind it. “Oh please, have you never seen how he is around you? Of course he’s your lover.” Without missing a beat, Pan tacks on, “And a shitty one at that.”
You huff angrily, but you can’t think of anything to shoot back at him besides blatant denials. Pan must have taken this as an offer to continue, because he steps forward and places a gentle hand on your upper arm.
“I’m saying this because I care about you, Y/N. You deserve someone a lot better than the likes of James Hook. Someone who will treat you right, take you out on dates whenever you want, and proudly walk around in public with your hand in theirs. Not someone who only meets up with you after school so nobody sees and acts like you don’t exist half the time.”
Your anger only grows at his words, knowing that his accusations aren’t true and that James does care about you…right? Because underneath the part of you that is always ready to defend James entirely and completely, is a part of you that doubts it, doubts him. It’s always been there, lingering in the back of your mind ever since your unusual relationship started to blossom. And now, with a new layer of hurt and confusion having been peeled back during your fight last night, that part of you wondered, deep down, if Pan was right.
“You need a better lover, Y/N,” Pan continues. “Someone who truly cares about you. Someone…someone like me.”
Your eyes blow wide at his revelation as your mouth parts slightly in shock. You take a step backwards, shrugging off Pan’s hand as you stumble away from him.
“Wait, please, just hear me out,” he pleads. “Just give me one chance. One chance to prove myself to you. You gave Hook a chance when you started trusting him, didn’t you? And he’s a villain. So why can’t you give me a chance? You won’t regret it, I promise.” He moves closer to you and you keep inching away, until your back collides with a wall and you realize that you have nowhere to run.
Pan continues forward, your fear skyrocketing at his increasing proximity. “Please?” he begs. “I could treat you right. So much better than Hook.”
He finally reaches you, standing far closer than you would have normally let him, or anyone else, for that matter, as he cups your cheek with his left hand. Truth be told, it feels nice to sense warm flesh on your skin instead of the cold, harsh metal of James’s hook. But you shake that thought away almost instantly, chastising yourself for, even for a moment, putting Pan above James.
Pan places his free hand on the wall next to your head and leans in even closer. “Please?” he whispers, his warm breath fanning across your cheek.
The feeling of his exhale, paired with his natural scent that you only smell now when he’s this close, takes you back to that day when you first met James. He had leaned in too, whispering in your ear. You had felt his breath on your skin, breathed in his scent.
You feel an odd sense of deja vu, but for some reason, this interaction causes your heart to race out of pure fear, rather than the exhilarating rush you felt when you were with James. The realization causes you to snap out of your trance and go into full-on panic mode. “N-no, I’m sorry, I…”
Pan growls, not backing away. “Come one! How come you gave a villain a chance and you won’t give me one? That’s not fair!”
Your breathing quickens in pace, the panic settling over you and dragging you deep under like a wave at sea. Your palms start sweating profusely, and you can hear your heart racing a thousand miles a minute. You’re pretty sure this is what people mean when they mention one’s fight or flight response.
“No! Just, just leave me alone!” you cry, ducking under his arm and rushing away from him just as the bell rings. You run into the hallway, trying to put as much distance between you and him as possible.
You finally make it to the dining hall, plopping down at a table far away from your usual spot. You don’t care if you have to eat alone; anything to get away from Pan. Your mind is already wandering to thoughts of how to convince your Potions and Elixirs teacher to let you switch seats when you notice a lot of commotion next to the entrance of the dining hall.
People have started crowding around the doors and murmuring to each other. Curious, you get up from your seat, wandering over to see what’s causing the commotion. As you near, you hear distant shouting and the sound of metallic clinking. You move even closer still, and finally catch snippets of people’s conversations.
“...fighting…”
“over…girl…”
“Wait, who’s winning?”
“...did you see that?”
“Oh my god…he’s gonna kill him!”
You try to stand up straight to get a look at what's causing the commotion, but the large crowd that has amassed blocks everything from view. “What’s going on?” you ask, not really to anyone in particular.
“Didn’t you hear?” a short, round boy, with big glasses to match his wide eyes answers. You recognize him as Smee from some of your classes. “James Hook is fighting a duel against Peter Pan!”
James…fighting…what? You blink in absolute disbelief. There is no way this is happening right now.
You manage to push your way to the front of the crowd, albeit not without many disgruntled mumbles thrown your way, until you get a clear view of the corridor in front of the dining hall.
You stand there, petrified, as you watch. Hell, it is really happening. James and Pan each have their swords unsheathed and are violently swinging them at each other’s heads, parrying the other’s attacks with deafening clashes of steel.
“You bastard!” James yells, taking another swing at Pan.
Pan jumps back, floating a few feet in the air as he does so, with a laugh. “Oh please, all I wanted to do was treat her right. Unlike you.”
James grits his teeth, countering Pan’s blow with one of his own. “You tried to steal my girl!”
Pan rolls his eyes, continuing the back-and-forth between their swords. “Your girl? As she said herself, you’re not even her lover.”
James ducks down to avoid Pan’s latest attack. “Ha, how amusing indeed.” A dark glint shines in his eye as he lets out a cold and malicious laugh, before charging forward once again. “Of course I’m her lover, you bilge-sucking scoundrel! She belongs to me!”
Your eyes grow impossibly wider at those words. It shouldn’t come as much of a shock to you as it does; after all, it’s not like you and James haven’t been acting like a couple for the past few months. But still, you had managed to convince yourself that it was nothing serious, since he had never once directly talked about what you were. And hearing him say it out loud…declaring to the whole school that you were his…it made your heart feel unspeakable things.
“Well, you sure as hell don’t act that way,” Pan bites back, nicking James’s cheek. James recoils for a second, raising his hook to his face and wiping at the gash. He looks down at it, and from your front-row seat you can see the blood smeared against the glistening metal.
James looks back up at Pan, raises his cutlass, and resumes the fight with a new vigor. Every hit more violent than the last, every offensive move aiming at a critical point. “I’m gonna kill you!” James yells as he lands a blow on Pan’s right arm.
This gash seems rather deep—far deeper than the one previously inflicted on James—the blood already leaking out and staining Pan’s sleeve. He winces and steps back, but continues the fight.
You stand there, motionless, too afraid to do anything. Maybe a braver person than you would step in, tell them to stop fighting. But your feet remain planted to the floor, your jaw aching from being clenched so hard as you pray for no one to get seriously hurt.
Pan parries one of James’s attacks and does a quick spin, rapidly gaining momentum with his sword as he turns around and aims the blade…
…directly at James’s head.
A small whimper escapes your throat as the roar of metal hitting metal echoes through the hall. You gasp, heart in your hands, as your eyes take a moment to register the scene in front of you.
James has caught Pan’s blade in the curve of his hook, holding it just inches away from his head. Their arms tremble with strain, with Pan trying to break James’s defense and slash through his neck, and James fighting to prevent him from doing so. They lock eyes, an endless, unspoken conversation passing between them in that moment. Pan’s sword inches closer to James’s head, whose back is bent as he struggles to hang on.
With a sudden swoosh, James yanks his hook in a downward motion, spinning Pan’s sword inside of its arch. A terrible screech sounds at the rubbing of metal against metal as the sword gets wriggled free from Pan's grasp. James jerks his hook backwards, and the sword launches out of his opponent's hands.
The entire audience lets out a collective gasp as Pan’s sword lands with a clang! against the rough marble floors, off to the side. Everyone is dead silent, holding their breaths with anticipation of what’s to come.
You watch as the realization of his defeat dawns upon Pan, the fear blossoming in his eyes as James extends his cutlass to Pan’s throat. He presses the sharp tip into his neck, lightly enough not to break skin, but still firmly so no one, not even Pan, doubts his opponent's defeat.
“Apologize,” James demands, voice booming across the corridor, tone rather befitting for the captain of a ship.
“I-I’m sorry!” Pan pleas, just now aware of what a dangerous predicament he had gotten himself into.
“Not to me, you moron. To her.” James jerks his head backwards to where you’re standing, in the front of the audience, eyes blown wide.
Pan turns to face you, eyes locking with yours amidst the crowd. “I’m sorry! Truly, I am! Please, forgive me!” he cries.
James snarls, pulling his sword back, poised to strike a lethal blow. He thrusts his hand forward, straight towards Pan’s chest…
…but doesn’t ever reach it.
Everyone watches, confused—James more so than anyone else—as his hand remains suspended in midair. A soft blue force field shimmers around his arm, just as loud footsteps and an old, yet assertive, voice fills the hall.
“Fighting on school grounds is strictly against school policy, you know.” The headmaster, Merlin, walks in from the opposite side of the hall. His steps echo loudly against the high ceilings, filling the otherwise dead-silent area. “Boys, you come with me. The rest of you, get to your classes.”
The crowd slowly disperses as Merlin whisks James and Pan away. You still stand there, feet glued to the floor, watching their backs until they disappear from sight.
You didn’t see neither James nor Pan in your classes for the rest of the day, and you assumed you wouldn’t be seeing them for a while. The headmaster was generally a kind soul, but he was strict when it came to breaking rules. You didn’t know what punishment he had come up with for them, but whatever it was, it couldn’t be good.
Which is why you’re rather surprised when you open your locker at the end of the day to find a note flutter out and land at your feet. Curious, you pick it up and read it. “Meet me at our spot after school. -J.”
A small grin makes its way across your face, although you try your best to help it. You don’t know why, but reading James’s little notes always brings you joy, even if you are in a tight spot with him.
You make your way to the courtyard, where James is waiting for you by the water fountain once again.
“Y/N,” he says, voice back to being gentle and soft. You open your mouth to respond, but he puts his hook against your lips, quieting you. “I need to get this out first before you yell at me.”
“I wanted to see you to apologize for my actions. After hearing what Pan said…” His eyes wander down to the ground as a grimace spreads across his features. “I’ve come to the realization that he’s right, love.”
You raise your eyebrows at his statement, shocked at the confession. Cocking you head to the side, you wait for him to continue.
“I haven’t been treating you the way I should. And that is going to change, starting today. I also have to ask for your forgiveness for my actions earlier…it was wrong for me to get upset at you for speaking to Pan. But seeing you act so kindly to my enemy…it really struck something inside of me.”
“James,” you breathe, lifting his hook up to your cheek and placing your hand on top of it. “It’s fine, I forgive you.”
“Even for dueling Pan?”
You let out a small giggle. “Yes, that too. Although, I must admit, I did find you fighting for me to be kind of attractive.”
“Oh?” James asks with an intrigued smile dancing on his lips. He uses his free hand to wrap around your waist, pulling you into him. “Then I suppose I’ll have to start more fights then.”
You giggle again, happy to finally be in your lover’s arms. Truth be told, you had mentally forgiven him long ago. Ever since the night of your argument, you had just wished it would all end, that you two would go back to the way things were.
“Why...why did you start that fight with Pan?” you ask, the question having been on your mind for a while.
James slowly lets out a breath before responding. “Let’s just say, a little birdie told me of how he harassed you in class earlier today. The thought of him putting his hands on you…making you uncomfortable…it was just unbearable, love. I don't care what it cost me; he had to pay for what he did.”
You process this, giving a small nod. Although you don’t quite agree with his methods, you still find his protectiveness endearing.
“I have something to ask you, as well, darling,” James inquires. You meet his gaze, signaling for him to go on. “Did you really say that I wasn’t your lover?”
“I, well, uh…” your voice trails off. You were hoping that he hadn't quite caught that when Pan said it, but apparently he had. Glancing back up at James’s face, you wish you didn’t see the pain etched into his features, all but hidden by the mask he always puts up.
“Well…” you start. “You never said anything about us officially dating, and I didn’t want to presume…” You look down at your shoes, avoiding his burning stare.
James removes his hook from your cheek and slips it under your chin, gently tilting your head upwards towards him. “And here I thought that it was so obvious, I didn’t even need to mention it to you, my little mermaid.”
You give a small grin, finally at peace within your lover’s arms. “You can never be too sure,” you whisper, leaning in and intertwining your lips with his in a passionate kiss, the intensity building around the two of you.
James takes a few steps backwards as you lean into him, still locked in your embrace, his leg hitting the stone of the water fountain you two love to meet at. He maneuvers his way down and sits on the rim, pulling you on his lap.
You wrap your arms around his torso, straddling his thighs. James puts his good hand on your waist, using his hook to pull you in by the collar of your shirt. You moan softly, the sound melodious as your rampant emotions spark the magical abilities inside you, one hand leaving his back and creeping inside his loose shirt.
You open your mouth as he slips his tongue inside, gently rocking on his legs. A groan escapes his lips as you rub your fingertips along the bare skin of his chest, moving lower to trace his rather well-defined abs. He moves his good hand down to your leg, gripping it tightly as he continues kissing you with a deep fervor. Everywhere he touches, he leaves a trail of fire on your skin. Your body ignites at even the slightest of brushes, a blaze consuming you inside and out.
Which is why when he raises his hook and brushes your cheek with the cold metal, the feeling is all-too welcomed. You nearly melt as your mind completely blanks, your senses overwhelmed. James doesn’t quite understand why his small gesture elicits such a reaction from you—you were now kissing him and moving with much more rigor than before—but he revels in the way you make him feel. You, on the other hand, get lost in the sharp contrast the coolness of his hook provides to your burning cheek, the inferno that swells around you ever-growing as you continue to have a passionate night with your lover.
The moon has its cycles, coming and going. When it disappears at the first rays of dawn, the tides yearn for its alluring and familiar presence yet again. And although it may seem like an eternity away, nightfall always comes, bringing with it the gentle serenity of being with the one you belong with.
You think back to the question you asked yourself not so long ago, If you could go back, would you change what happened, that fateful day you met James? In that moment, you decide, no, you wouldn’t. Because the life you have right now is the only one your heart will ever yearn for.
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Pairings: James Hook x Hades x Maleficent x Uliana x Morgie le fay x fem! Reader
Genre: Fluffy, Flirty enemies-to-lovers.
Warnings: Bullying, Established Poly Relationship between the VKs, Reader is Ella's sister.
Note: Many people enjoyed part one and asked for part two, so I hope this lives up to the expectations!
As you and Bridget planned the cupcakes, Ella sat on the bed, listing the ingredients.
After a while, you and Bridget began baking, and after a while, you both became messy from flour.
When you both weren’t looking, Ella came up behind you. Both snuck her hand into the flour and threw it at you.
“What was that for?” You looked at Ella and then began to get flour to throw it at her.
You threw the flour at her, and she yelled back. “This was my favorite outfit!”
“You started it!!” You yelled back. Ella grabbed more flour and threw it, and then you did the same thing.
Once Bridget got both of you calmed down. Ella sat on the floor with a towel, waiting for you and Bridget to get done so you both could go home and change.
When the cupcakes were done, you and Ella left, and now we’re walking down the hallway. Once you reached the front door to leave, you both saw Uilana, Maleficent, Hades, Hook, and Morgie in the chairs at the corner.
“Well. Well. Well, what do we have here?” Hook said loudly. Which made Ella tense up. And you annoyed.
“Just got done making people's food, peasant.” She said, directly talking to Ella, I'm not talking to you.
“HEY! Leave her alone, shrimpy," you said, standing up to Uilana once again.
All five of them turned over to look at you. Some eyes soften, and some smiles grow. As your eyes glared at Uilana.
Uilana smiled at you, which you weren't scared of. Not scared of becoming the next victim of their bullying. You will do anything that helps your sister and best friend out; it’s worth it.
"Wow, aren't you a brave girl?" Uilana, she teased. "Stop it, Uilana. Y/N, let's just go." Ella grabbed your arm softly as she tried to move past Hook and Hades. When Ella was trying to push past Hades and Hook. You felt someone put something in your pocket.
When you looked over to see who it was. You saw Morgie smiling at you. You glared at him more softly than the others. Because he was the sweetest of the bunch. 'Why is he kind of cute?' you thought to yourself. You looked over at the rest of the three. 'Dang, they're very attractive.'
'No, snap out of it, Y/N. They bully your sister and your best friend.' You shook your head to get the thoughts out of your head. Ella finally pushed past Hades and Hook and dragged you outside with her.
You looked back at them as Ella dragged you and saw Uilana smiling at you, waving. 'Dang, I've never realized how pretty she is.' You looked at each one of them and softened your glance as you looked at them. They were all watching Ella drag you away. And you saw Morgie waving excitedly goodbye.
Once you both reached the house, you both wanted to go back to Merlin Academy. You both wished you were still with Bridget. When you entered the house, you sighed in relief, not seeing your stepmother.
Ella went upstairs, and you followed her. When you entered your and Ella's room, you looked into your pocket, and there was a note. It read:
Meet us at the Black Lagoon at 12. - Morgie, Maleficent, Hades, Uilana, and Hook
You looked over the note again. Trying to decide if you should go or not. 'Maybe it's a trap.' You sighed and decided to go. You waited until 11:30 to leave. Once it was 11:30, you got off your bed and carefully left through the bedroom door. Praying you didn't wake up, Ella. Once you left your bedroom, you went downstairs and left through the front door silently.
Walking alone at 11 at night wasn't on your bucket list. It was really dark, so you used a flashlight. You finally reached the Black Lake, and you saw Maleficent, Hades, Hook, Morgie, and Uilana.
You walked up to them, and Morgie and Hook were smiling widely. Maleficent and Hades are looking you up and down, smirking.
"Hello, darling, we're quite surprised you've shown up." Hook said while walking up to you. "What do you guys want?" You said, watching him walk up.
'Okay, maybe this wasn't the best decision coming alone,' you thought to yourself. You tense up as you feel Morgie come up behind you and rest his head on your shoulders, and Hook gets really, really close.
Uilana's smile is soft, not a mean-looking smile, just soft, and Maleficent's and Hades's smiles are also soft smiles. Now you're really confused.
"What do we want, darling? What we want is you," Hook whispers in your ear. Once he says those words, you feel your face heat up. 'Now what does he mean?' You shake your head, getting rid of any romantic or weird thoughts, and you pull away from Morgie's hold.
"Now hold on a minute, what do you mean by that?" Uilana is still smiling. "We're all in love with you, want you to see?" she says. Now you just look really confused. "No, I can't tell you bully, me, my sister, and our best friend." You said loudly, "Why would I date any of you!"
All five of them looked at each other. "Okay, I know why this is weird, but here's an offer: if you date us, then we will leave your sister and your best friend alone." Uilana offers which shocks you. "What do you mean 'us'?" You said.
All of a sudden, Maleficent comes up behind you, whispering in your ear. "Come on, darling, we've seen the way you look at all of us." You felt more heat in your face, embarrassed. "No need to be embarrassed; now we all like you, and we all decided to join you in our relationship." Hades also appeared behind you, touching your waist.
"Fine, I like all of you!" you said. They all laughed at your embarrassed face. Maleficent and Hades dragged you to a big couch and sat you on it. Both are sitting at your sides while holding each of your hands. Morgie runs over to join you. He lies across you, Maleficent, and Hades. Hook sits on the floor, leaning against your leg. And lastly, Uilana joins, sitting on the floor as well.
"Rest, darling, you look tired." Hook said while looking at your eyes that look like they're drooping. "But I need to get home to my sister; my stepmom would kill me if I'm not home." You said worried.
"Don't worry, let us handle it." Hades said. You slowly felt yourself fall asleep, and you felt relaxed being in all those arms.
You woke up expecting to be surrounded by lots of people, but when you woke up, you were in your bed. 'Was that a dream?' You thought, 'But it felt so real,' and you were saddened you wished it wasn't real.
You looked over at Ella, who was still asleep, and you sighed, getting all your blankets off you. Once all the blankets were off, you saw a note underneath all your blankets. It said, 'Hope you slept well'—Morgie. :)
You smiled, realizing it wasn't a dream. Then you got confused. How did they know where you lived?
You got up a little creeped out, and you hid the note under your pillow. And went to wake up Ella for school. "Ella, wake up, school." She stirred, then she finally woke up. You both got ready quickly and then ran out the door to not be late to school so you could talk to Bridget before class.
Once you finally arrive at Merlin Academy. The first person Ella saw was Bridget. The first people you saw were the VKS. You saw the main 5 staring at you. Some are intense; others are very happy. Morgie and Hook were waving very fast, hoping you would go over and join all of them for breakfast.
You looked at Bridget and Ella and said, "I'll be back," and you walked over to the Vks. Bridget and Ella looked confused as you were walking over there. Once you were in front of the Vks, Morgie jumped up and hugged you very tightly, which you then hugged him back, digging your head slightly into his neck.
"Bridget, are you seeing this?" Ella said as she looked over at Bridget, confused and kind of mad. "Aw, they're so cute!!" Bridget said, watching you sit down and talk with the V.K.S.
