Spies in disguises (Killian) x Wife!/Husband!/GN!Reader (Y/N)
Warning: angst, emotional tension, deep love, and conflict, Emotional angst, Soft moments with a morally grey cyborg husband, Mentions of trauma, grief, and revenge, Reader is married to a villain and not mad about it, “He’s a war criminal but he makes me tea” energy, Killian still loves you but he’s on his villain arc, Domestic tension with emotional tenderness, Bittersweet love + unhinged loyalty, Reader’s not dumb she just loves her broken man 🥲, Kisses with mechanical hands 🤖❤️🔥, “If he kills the president that’s between him and God” vibes, Mentally unwell but emotionally devoted, fluff in you squint hard enough
So… I saw an edit. Of that man(yes him). And suddenly, the long-buried crush I thought I’d locked in a velvet-lined coffin with iron chains and a dramatic monologue? Yeah. He kicked the door down in 4K(the door was opened for him… who said that). I had no choice. None(I totally did). The gremlins in my brain lit the match, and I let the tent burn. So here it is my full descent into dramatic delusion, gift-wrapped and unhinged.
🎭 With love and zero regret, The Ringmaster 🖤
Masterlist
Before the explosion, before the synthetic arm, before the revenge campaign that painted him as a ghost in the intelligence community Killian had been a man.
Not soft, never that, but human.
And he had you.
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Then — Before the War
You met Killian in the humdrum rhythm of intelligence life, not as a field agent but a system analyst. Your job was quiet. His wasn’t. He was already rising fast, sharp as a blade, feared in the room even when he didn’t speak.
But you saw something others didn’t the way his jaw clenched when someone questioned his logic, the ghost of a smile when a plan went flawlessly, the rare flicker of doubt in his steel-blue eyes after a risky mission.
He wasn’t the kind of man who flirted.
He observed. He lingered.
And when he asked you to dinner, it wasn’t over drinks it was with the sentence:
“I trust you. That’s rare for me.”
You married in secret. He liked things clean, untraceable. You liked your privacy. You were his peace, and he was your fire.
He held you like he was trying not to burn you.
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Now — After the Fire
You didn’t hear from Killian for nearly a year after the incident in Seoul. One day, his name was on the mission briefing MIA. Presumed dead.
You didn’t cry. You didn’t scream. You just stared at the screen where his profile was flagged as “deceased” and felt like your lungs collapsed.
Until the lights flickered in your flat six months later.
And he was there.
No longer the man who shared your bed in hushed breaths and slow mornings. His left arm was metal sleek, weaponized, unnaturally precise. His eye glowed faintly with a digital core behind the iris. He stood taller, colder, like the man you loved had been reforged in grief and fire.
“Y/N.”
Your knees buckled before your brain caught up. “Killian?”
He caught you. His touch stronger, colder. But still his.
“I thought you were dead,” you breathed, clutching his coat like it was the only thing anchoring you to Earth.
“I was,” he said quietly. “But they made sure I came back.”
You cupped his face, eyes tracing the scar down his jaw. “What did they do to you?”
Killian smiled, bitter and cracked. “They turned me into what they fear.”
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It felt like living with a ghost
He didn’t sleep next to you anymore not because he didn’t want to, but because he couldn’t. His body was half-machine now, half-weapon. Nights were restless. Sometimes you woke to find him standing at the window, the red glow of his cybernetic eye casting a halo on the glass.
“You’re still angry,” you whispered one night.
“I have to be,” he said without looking at you. “If I let go of that… what’s left of me?”
You stepped into his space, placing your palm on his chest, over the spot where his heart still beat, slow and stubborn. “Me. I’m left. I’ve always been.”
His lips twitched. “You think love can fix this?”
“No. But I think it can remind you who you were.”
But he’s not going back
Killian didn’t stop his plan.
He still pursued his revenge against Sterling and the agency, deploying drones, outmaneuvering global governments, playing chess while the world scrambled to play checkers.
But he always came back to you.
Sometimes it was just a message on your secure channel:
“Still breathing. Still yours.”
Sometimes it was him, in your flat at 3AM, bleeding from a shoulder wound, his mechanical fingers twitching as you stitched him up. He never winced. But he never stopped watching you.
He loved you.
God, he loved you in the way broken men love the things they think they don’t deserve.
But love didn’t replace his grief.
Love didn’t erase the screams of his team that night, or the way the agency left them to die.
“I can’t forgive them,” he said once, his voice low and deadly.
“I didn’t ask you to,” you said softly. “But don’t lose yourself to it. Don’t make them right about you.”
His cybernetic hand brushed your cheek gentle, trembling. “If there’s anything left of me to save, it’s because of you.”
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The Tragedy
You never tried to stop him not fully. You knew who he was. You married the man, not the mission. But now the mission was the man.
And that was the quiet heartbreak.
He was Killian. He was yours.
But he belonged to the fire now.
And some nights, when he kissed you like he was trying to remember what being human felt like, you knew you might be the last good thing left in him.
He may have turned into a villain.
But he was your villain.
And until the day his war ended by victory or defeat you’d be waiting in the silence after the smoke cleared.
For the man you married.
End….
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🎪 Ringmaster’s Warning: No Copycats in This Tent 🎪
PLEASE write more cheshire!fem!reader x Killian Jones 🙏🏻
i loved it sm. i’m actually quacking. (i was the one who requested it!!)
Maybe this time, he meets her again and there’s like a strong tension between them and reader is saying strange things and he just wants her to stop so he kisses her!!🤭🤭
and if your comfortable with it, the kiss leads to smut? if not, then fluff is great too!!
Just shut up - Killian Jones x Cheshire Cat!Reader
Killian Jones x Fem!Reader
a/n: im sorry it took over a month and that its not good. Im sorry TnT
Part 1
Y/n had found a portal back in Wonderland and got curious, The portal transferred her from Wonderland to Storybrooke. Though not the way she would’ve guessed.
She screams as she falls from the sky, She luckily lands in the lake next to the docks. She shoots up out of the water screeching, She looks around paddling towards the docks. “So cold, so cold” She repeated as she grabbed the edge of the dock and pulled herself up. It was freezing, It was the middle of winter, and It was probably -20 degrees in that water. She groans and stands up ringing out her clothes' excess fabric out. “Water. It had to be water. I hate water.” She mumbles and starts to curse under her breath, shivering.
“I hope you don’t mean that. It’s better when it's on a boat, and not 5 degrees outside..” Y/n looked up hearing a familiar voice from one of the boats docked. Killian stepped off his boat walking over to her with a towel. “Cats don’t like water, Captain.. Sorry to break the news to you.” She shivered looking at the towel and at Killian. “Such a shame.” He shrugs and unfolds the towel. “Where did you come from then, love?”
“I feel through the sky.. And landed in a body of water. ” She looked at Killian still shivering. He wrapped the towel around her and rubbed her arms with his hand and hook. “This’ll dry you off some..” She rubs her upper arms trying to get warm. “Okay, come on. Let's get you new clothes and a warm shower.” Killian grabs her by her belt using his hook and walks towards his ship.
She blinks following along not wanting to be cold anymore. “So Cap, This is where you live?” She asked, grinning trying to think of a pun to make. “Not at the moment. I’ve been staying in a room above a diner, The cold isn’t pleasant to sleep in.” Killian unhooks y/n and steps onto the Jolly Roger to grab a bag, He steps off the ship before placing the arm with his hook behind y/n and gilding her to town. “Is that where we are going then?” “Yeah, It's got warm water, and you’ll be able to get a room for as long as you need it, Granny is a sucker for helping new people.”
Killian and Y/n walked into town, Y/n was as cold and frozen as an ice cube. They headed up to his room to clean y/n up before going to eat and get a room. Killian opened his door and y/n walked in going straight for the shower. Killian tossed his bag onto a table and went to the dresser. He starts to rummage through the drawers looking for some clothes y/n could wear temporarily til he could get one of the girls to take her shopping.
Killian took out a black Poets shirt and some sort of comfy pants he’d never worn. He walked over to the couch in the room he’d paid for and laid out the clothes for her. He could hear the shower turn on, He walked over to his bed and laid down to wait for y/n to take a shower. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, He began to let his mind wander through scenarios of what would happen once she got out. His heart started to race as he pictured her in his clothes.
He didn’t hear her turn the water off and walk out of the bathroom. “Are these mine cap?” Y/n spoke, picking up the shirt. Killian sits up looking at Y/n in just a towel. Her hair was stuck to her wet skin, skin shimmering against the light. He nodded, not saying anything, What was he gonna say? You look amazing with your hair sticking to your back. That sounds crazy.
Y/n looks over at Killian, “Stuck in your imagination?” Killian shakes his head snapping back, “Not at all. Yes, those are yours.” Killian gets up and runs his hand through his hair. Y/n slips the shirt on as she drops the towel. “Imagination is the only weapon in the war with reality.” Y/n looks over at Killian who is facing the wall, His heart is racing. “Hmm?-” He turns around to look at y/n. Y/n holds the pants in her hands and grins talking in riddles. Killians' eyes twitch a bit, “Just put the pants on so we can go eat.” He walks past her into the bathroom to splash his face with water. Y/n slips the pants on and ties it so they stay up. Killian walks out of the bathroom, and heads to the door. Y/n followed behind him continuing talking in riddles or rhymes.
Killian takes Y/n to Granny's diner to order food to go. Then grabbing a room key for Y/n. They headed back to Killian's room to eat.
Killian opens the door to his room and Y/n rushes inside and over to the couch. “Giveeee! It smells delicioussss.” Y/n licks her lips looking at the bag that holds the food. Killian shuts the door and walks over to the couch and table, He puts down on the couch setting the bag on the table. Y/n grabs the bag and takes their food out while Killian takes his boots off.
Y/n started to eat, Finally keeping her mouth shut. Killian grabs his food and leans back to eat. It was quiet while they ate. Killian ordered a burger with ketchup, Pickles, lettuce, and cheese. Y/n ordered chicken strips with fries and ranch.
Killian finishes his burger and gets up walks to the window and opens it a bit. “A little hot there captain?” She smirks. He looks over at her, Not saying anything, he knows he can’t lie to her, and He can’t admit she was right. “Captain?” She raised an eyebrow still smirking. “Captainnn~” She kept taunting him by repeating his name.
“Something isn't working up there love'' Killian rubbed his temples, Y/n climbed over the couch and walked closer to him, “If you haven’t noticed I’m not all there, Captain~” She tapped her head loving how irritated he seemed. Killian glared at her before filling the leftover space between them and kissing her. She hesitates for a second before throwing her arms around his neck and kissing back. He puts his hand on her waist and his hook brushes the skin on her collarbone, The cold metal meeting her warm skin. She shivered at the touch.
He breaks the kiss and pulls back licking his lips. Grining, She pulls back “So i’m guessing you were in your imagination earlier.” Killian kisses her again before answering her with a nod. “You have no idea love.” “Why not show me.” She kisses him, deeper this time.
She moves her hands to his chest and pushes him towards the bed. He backs up towards the bed and sits down still kissing y/n. Her arms return to hanging around his neck. She stands between his legs pressing against him. He pulls down the oversized pants she had on, She steps out of the pants and kicks them away. She unbuttons his jeans and belt, He stands up picking her up and putting her on the bed before pulling his jeans and boxers down.
He breaks the kiss and starts kissing her neck, as she moves her hands to the bottom of his shirt and pulls it off him. “Want me to stop-” before he could finish his sentence she cut him off. “Killian just shut up.”
Killian strokes himself before lining himself up with her entrance, “You're the one who rhymes.” She rolled her eyes opening her mouth to say something but let out a gasp as he pushed in. He kisses her deeply, holding still for a minute while she adjusts.
He starts to thrust continuing to kiss her, Both running short of air. They break the kiss both catching their breaths. He holds his hand on her waist and plays with her hair using his hook. She smirks, blushing, Her heart was racing. He continues thrusting, She places her hands on his shoulders gripping tightly.
She moans, leaning her head back arching her back. He puts his hook on her waist. "Love, you are absolutely breathtaking." Killian complimented her. She grins before moaning. She raised an arm to grab her hair and hold it above her head. Killian and her continued for awhile until they both hit climax.
“K-Killian” She gasps arching her back cumming,
Killian moans, He keeps thrusting before pulling out and releasing on her lower stomach. He plops down next to her, Both of them were panting heavily. “I like it when you say my name.” He smiles.
warning: fluff, comfort, kiss, mentioned injuries and implied war/death
Summary: The drones were in his possession and it would only be a matter of time before he wiped out the agents…but doubt, gloom and pain were something else…at least until his wife was with him and they went through the pain together.
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Winds blew cold and mercilessly along the north sea stone was caught by the cold sea and the hiding place of the internationally wanted yet non-existent villain Killian.
A man with dark hair and slightly gray manes, a man with only one hand, a man with a metal claw-like arm, a man who had seen bloodshed and death...a man who had only one thing left in life.
The enemy of the American National Security Agency, a man who was in possession of the best drone in the world and a man who relied on only one other person.
A man clinging to the window who had put his real hand on the cold material to keep from tipping over.
The past haunted him when he saw this agent in front of him, this smugness and this indignant behavior.
He hated him and he hated him for what he had done to his men...what he had done to his wife.
They were a unit all together they were strong together the mission in the war zone was dangerous and yet doable as a group if he hadn't shown up.
If Sterling hadn't shown up they would have continued as a group today but he had shown up and the bomb, this toy in the eyes of the American agent was just a toy that he used and forgot everything and he did.
He forgot about the victims, he forgot about Killian and he forgot about what he had done to the group.
He seemed to forget himself until he felt her hand on his metal, her warmth, her courtesy, her love, her affection. His red metallic eye turned to her and a blue one showed his affection when he saw her.
Her warm gaze that didn't see him as a monster, that didn't judge him, that just loved him. "You're thinking too much again" she said and saw how he felt caught, his shoulders stiffened and his suit straightened under which his sore body was also located.
,,I think about a lot of things...you should be more precise darling" he replied with a hint of a smile and moved away from the glass.
Letting his real hand run over her cheek, feeling her warmth before he disappeared into the corridors of the building.
"More precisely, then? Are you thinking about tomorrow, the attack, the drones, Sterling...or something about someone special?" she asked a little louder so he could still hear her while he seemed to be fetching something.
She heard the pop of a cork and a grin when he returned a few moments later with two glasses.
She saw in the deep glasses that the golden champagne was already slightly evaporated and the sparkling bubbles inside rose to the top. "There's only one thing I think about...you my love" he replied after handing her the glass and they both looked out at the merciless sea.
His words made her smile and she knew that seeing her happy took away the burning pain for a moment.
She took another sip before placing her hand on his prosthesis, the cold metal familiar on her skin.
She knew the power behind it, the power he had, it was the same power that was in the metal fingers and her lower leg.
A memory of the explosion he threw himself in front of her and yet it wasn't enough, a horrible time and yet it had hit him worse.
"Now you're thinking about something" he said firmly, watching her gaze drift away and her metal fingers tremble slightly.
He knew her and she knew him, they both knew what was wrong with each other and yet...there was only moving on. "I only hope for me... it's over, we both know that, love" he replied and put down the two glasses in her hands before gently placing his hands on her body.
He knew where he could reach without hitting the burnt skin, a fact she also knew and yet he allowed her to touch him.
The destroyed skin was left scarred, a sign of love and sacrifice.
A pained smile formed on her lips as she pressed lightly against him, a gentle embrace forming before he placed his hand on her cheek.
"It's over we're safe we have each other...you have me and I have you" he said before pulling her into a gentle but lingering kiss, his grip tightening around her and she returned it.
The blue of his eye contrasted with the dark and her smile brought hope in such a place. She held him and he held her while the North Sea still thundered against the window like the drones would.
But it seemed to fuel their love and determination even more, together they would punish the agent by surviving and the love would give them vengeance.
Picture this, in ouat you as a character represent the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland but your not a cat your a witch, a mischievous one and the mad hatter is your bestie. You were in the first curse so your in storybrooke and right now you and Killian happen in season 4 or 5, to sum you and Killian's relationship up your lovers in secret. (This is my first time writing smut so it may not be very good and descriptive)
“You know I really think your as mad as I am y/n.” My bestfriend Jefferson says as he shoves a donut up his mouth.
“I’m not mad, I’m simply mischievous. There's a large difference between bonkers and rebellion.”
“ I’m pretty sure there's a short difference between bonkers and rebellion.” Jefferson mockingly says.
“Whelp I think it’s time for me to go, I’ve got to go pick up Grace from school or wherever she is these cursed days, catch you later y/n!”
“I’ll think about that!” I watch Jefferson run off near the street and around Granny's, now that I think about it I want Granny's, especially the hot chocolate . I walk to Granny's and make my way inside, I catch a familiars eye and the next second he approaches me.
“What do you want Killian, and can you get out of my personal space your very suffocating.” It’s weird how he isn’t drinking yet he still approaches me in public especially when he’s really close, he usually does this in private. I really need to start going to Granny’s when Killian isn’t here, I can’t risk unwanted attention literally.
“Well what I want love is y-” I walk out Granny’s hoping he doesn't follow or finish his statement but of course Killian being Killian follows.
“What I was going to say before you rudely walked away from me was, actually I don’t feel like telling you since you’ve been such a bad girl but maybe you can do something for me to hear it.” I keep walking away but what if I did what he wanted me to do for him, I already know what he’s going to say or do I? I turn around facing him, letting him know I want whatever he’s going to make me do with a mischievous grin.
“So you’ll do it?” Killian says with an eager smirk.
“ Well, some go this way, and some go that way. But as for me, myself, personally, I prefer the short-cut. Yes I’ll do it.” I disappear and appear again but this time much closer to Killian before pulling in Killian for a kiss, with my powers I teleport us in his room, well in a room on his Jolly Roger.
“Easy there love, your forgetting your playing my game.” I roll my eyes in response which will probably make me a bad girl in his game.
“what was that, did you ignore me? Such a bad girl you are.” He puts me on his bed and I wrap my legs around his waist, as he touches my leg he moves his cold hook slowly closer and closer towards my clit. I’ve got to admit he has successfully gotten me horny and wet.
“ A while ago I was going to say is I want you, and right now I’ll make you want me no matter how long our little game last.” He takes his hand and his hook off my thighs only to take off his belt and take his cock out, he then moves on to me taking my underwear off under my skirt.
“Do you want me now?”
“Mayb-” He pushes himself into me without warning, I let out a loud moan, as I grip on to his back along with leaving a scratch on his back, I catch a glimpse of him holding onto his sheets, gosh damn it he’s going to go hard.
“Maybe? Maybe’s not good enough love, rethink that for me.” Within a moment of catching my breath he pushes his cock deeper inside me leaving me pushing my nails in his back and letting many more loud moans escape my mouth.
“So do you have an answer now love or would you like me to keep going?” No matter how many times I try to catch my breath I know damn well he won’t slow down, he’ll go faster. I can feel his hand move up from my thighs to my breast to the point where he’s ripping off my shirt and my bra underneath.
“What a wet girl you are huh.” I can hear a low moan escape his mouth but other than that I’m practically his toy, “I wan--t you.” because of how many times I’ve tried to catch my breath I’m practically hard to hear plus how loud the bed is.
“Love speak up, I can’t hear you quite well.” Killian says as he goes even faster and deeper in me, at this point I’m completely paralyzed. He did not lie when he said we would fuck till I said I wanted him, and right now it seems like it would take me forever to say it. He kisses my chest up to my neck where he gives me hickeys, now I want him.
“I want you.” I stumble upon saying hoping it's enough and loud enough. “Good girl, that’s more like it.”
Can I have Killian, and Julius with male S/O who is like Joseph from Identity V? (I think I’m fangirling lol)
Hello! I am not familiar with this game, and i couldn't find much information on his personality either, but i will still try to do my best with what i was able to find! If this isn't what you want, feel free to request again with some specifics of his personality!
Thank you so much for requesting!!
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Killian Lynch
In many ways, you are exactly like him, and his exact opposite
Allow me to explain
Killian is a very cunning, quiet, observant man
He is very proper, a gentleman, some may say
And in this regard, you are alike
However
Killian can also be very crude and crass at times
When he really wants to be
But you are a gentleman through and through, you have no time to make silly jokes and witty remarks
Killian is thankful for these differences, as i don't think he'd be able to stand having a partner that his exact copy
He's so in love with your aura
Which might sound crazy, but LEMME EXPLAIN
He loves the way you dress, the way you hum when you get bored, the way your hair is always so silky and shiny, the way you take such pride in your art, etc, etc
He is in love with the very essence of you, so to speak
Killian typically isn't the type to be clingy, but with you, he just kind of feels drawn into you
It's always a blur how he ended up like this
Arms around your shoulders, fingers twirling your hair as you press gentle kisses to his face
That is not to say that he's complaining though
Because he most certainly is not
He love love loves when you kiss his nose
Do it, please
Julius the dressmaker
Unlike Killian, you two are almost complete opposites
Which neither of you mind
It is such a wonderful thing to experience to julius
You with your hands on his hips, kissing his lips with all the lightness of a feather, while julius excitedly wraps his arms around your waist, pressing several rough smooches all over your face
You love your little pink ball of energy
And he loves you
He admires you so much
You're just so pretty, it's hard to believe that you're all his!
He will steal your clothes, one hundred percent
And he makes the most fashionable outfits too
You will come home from a late night photoshoot in the woods and julius will be sitting there, sewing his latest creation together in one of your button up old timey shirts, with tight pants and a corset around his waist
As mentioned before, he has a thing for sniffing his partner
I feel like this would be especially true with you though, as being a wealthy person comes with wealthy perfumes
He steals them
Also, don't be suprised if he wears your old french revolution era coats
Theyre just so warm, and they smell like you!
He will one hundred percent cuddle you while in your jacket
He needs to make sure the scent doesn't wear off, after all
Prompt: I'll walk you home & Take my jacket, it's cold outside
Word Count: 2,967
Author's Note: please don't steal my work! you can choose to respond to the prompt as well, but don't steal my work
y/n huffed as she rolled her eyes. She had been traveling all day and had stopped for a break at a local bar and inn. She was hoping to get a room to rest for the night but those hopes were shot down. Not because there was no room or because the place was unbearable, but because of the men. Ever since she entered the bar, eyes had been trained on her. The feeling was making her uncomfortable.
y/n finished her drink and paid the bartender, thanking her with a nod and small smile. The woman rose from her seat and started toward the door. She slipped into the cold night, shivering slightly before walking away from the bar. y/n walked down the road, ignoring the few people she saw.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed her arm, pulling her into an alley. y/n grunted a little when she was pushed against a wall. She looked up to find herself looking at a tall blonde man. He smirked down at her. Glancing behind him, y/n could see nearly half a dozen other men grinning at her, causing her to roll her eyes slightly.
"Nice of you to join us," the blonde in front of her said. "It's been awhile since we've had visitors." He moved closer to y/n, pushing her closer to the wall. "You know, you were quite a distraction in the bar earlier this evening."
"Is that so?" y/n responded.
"Oh, you have no idea."
"Would it help if I said I wasn't meaning to?" y/n hated talking like this but she wanted to get out of this situation as soon as she could, which sadly meant playing along.
The blond smirked as he leaned closer.
"You want an honest answer?" he said against her ear. y/n held her breath, smelling the alcohol radiating off of him. "That just makes you much more attractive."
Okay, I'm done with this, y/n thought before headbutting the blonde.
The man cried out in shock and stumbled back, giving y/n room to breathe again. She smirked when the man grabbed his head, groaning in pain.
"Oh, I'm sorry," y/n said with a fake voice. "Did I hurt you?"
"You're going to pay for that," the blond growled. "Get her!"
y/n rolled her eyes and ducked when a man swung his fist at her. She grabbed his arm and used him momentum against him, slamming him into the wall. As he dropped to the ground, another man lunged for her. y/n spun out of the way, avoiding a third man in the process. She stepped back from them to face the six of men. They had all pulled out swords or knives.
"Is that how we're playing?" y/n asked, putting a hand on her hip. "And I thought you all were gentlemen."
The man closest to her lunged, swinging his sword at her head. y/n moved out of the way, twisting his arm so his grip loosened on his sword. As soon as the sword was in her grasp, y/n punched the man in the face, knocking him to the ground.
y/n brought her sword up to block another blow that was aimed for her side. She spun quickly and kicked him in the head, rendering him unconscious. y/n turned to face off another man, avoiding blows that were coming from other men as well.
Suddenly, one of the men grabbed her arm, twisting it behind her back. The man's other hand grabbed her other wrist, keeping it from moving. She struggled when she was pulled against the man's body. Glancing behind her as much as she could, she could see it was the blonde man.
"Drop your sword and we'll make this quick," he told her. The hand holding her extended arm slowly began moving up her arm. y/n's eyes darkened when his hand reached her shoulder, his fingers ghosting over her collarbone and neck. "Then again, I kinda like it when a woman fights back."
y/n growled when she heard a sudden cry. She looked in front of her to see that a man in a black trench coat was now fighting one of the men off. With the new distraction, y/n slipped out the blonde's grip. She quickly took out the man closest to her before leaping off of a crate and kicking the blonde in the head. She watched as he collapsed limply to the ground.
"And what happens if that woman wins the fight?" she asked before throwing the last man into a stack of crates.
y/n glanced at the man in black, seeing that he was finished with the man he had been fighting. y/n threw her weapon to the ground, stepping over the unconscious men as the mystery man put his own sword away.
"I could have handled him," she stated as she approached him.
"Based on what I saw, I'm sure you could have," he said. "You alright, luv?"
"I walked out of there in one piece, didn't I?" she replied, stepping out of the alley with the man. "Thank you, by the way."
"It's not a problem, luv." He gave her a smile. "Killian Jones," he introduced.
"y/n," she replied.
"A pleasure, milady."
He gently took her hand and placed a kiss on top of it. As he straightened himself, y/n glanced over him. He had dark hair, along with some stubble on his face. His eyes looked like the sea, filled with adventures and wild tales, but there was also pain hidden under their waves. He wore dark pants and boots with a red vest covering his black shirt. A silver necklace hung around his neck and his right ear was pierced. There were several rings on his right hand while his left was replaced with a metal hook, though she didn't question it.
"How did you manage to know where I was?" y/n asked, curious as to how he knew she needed help.
"I will admit that I followed you out of the bar," Killian replied with a small smile. "But, I did so after I saw those pinheads walk out. I noticed they had been looking at you for most of the evening and I could tell you were uncomfortable."
"So you were watching me." He shrugged. "Well, I must say, I'm almost glad you were, or else it might have taken me longer to take those men out."
The two chuckled.
"I'm going to take a guess," Killian said after a minute, "that you wouldn't be interested in going back there and having a drink?"
"Probably not," y/n replied.
"Then can I interest you in some rum back at my ship?"
"Thank you for the offer, but I don't drink rum."
"We might have to change that at some point."
"At some point, maybe. But not today."
Killian laughed, making y/n smile a little. The pirate looked at y/n, noticing the way her body shook slightly. He shrugged off his long black trench coat and held it out to her. y/n raised an eyebrow at him, confused.
"Take it," he said. "You need it more than I do right now."
y/n slowly took it from him, waiting for him to change his mind. When he didn't, she slipped the coat on, sighing slightly at the warmth it provided. She had only worn pants, boots, a blouse, and a light vest. She hadn't expected it to grow so cold as the night drew on.
"Thank you," she said, causing him to nod. "Are you sure you don't need this?"
"Keep it," he told her. "I can always get another one."
y/n nodded. The two spent the next hour simply talking and walking around the town. Killian brought her to a different inn and bought her a room, even though she told him not to several times. Killian walked her to the room she would be staying in, saying goodnight and leaving a kiss on her hand. y/n said goodnight to him, going into her room.
She waited until she heard Killian leave to go to the window. She looked outside, watching Killian leave the inn. She couldn't help but smile and wave slightly when he glanced up at her window. He saw her and waved back before heading down to the docks.
When Killian awoke, he was greeted to the sounds of arguing on the upper deck. The man quickly got dressed and, grabbing his sword, stepped outside.
"What is going on here?" he asked in annoyance. He looked at his crew, noticing a few men that stood out. "Who are you and what do you want?"
"They've asked to speak with you, captain," one of the crew members stated.
"Oh? And why is that?"
A familiar blonde man stepped forward. Killian knew he knew the man from somewhere but couldn't quite remember where from.
"Where is she?" the blonde asked.
"Where is who?"
"Don't play dumb, pirate. You know who I speak of. You helped her last night."
Killian smirked, nodding when he recognized the men. They were the ones from the bar that had followed y/n.
"Ah, yes. I know exactly who you're talking about. What of her?"
"Where is she?" he asked again.
"And now why would I tell you that, mate?"
"We have some unfinished business we need to take care of."
"Is that so?" Killian stepped forward so he was only a few feet away from the blonde. "Well, if you want to get to her, I'm afraid you're going to have to go through me."
The blonde glared at him for several moments before pulling out a blade and slashing at Killian. The pirate ducked out of the way, his crew springing into action as the blonde man's friends started to fight as well. Killian pulled out his sword and blocked another attack from the blonde. The sound of metal clashing against metal rang through the air.
The blonde blocked one of Killian's attacks and managed to punch the pirate in the gut. Killian stumbled back, his left hand going to his stomach. He looked up as the blonde approached, smirking.
"Payback time," he said, raising his sword.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed his arm, spinning him around. y/n smirked at his shocked expression.
"Nice to see you again," she said before punching him in the face.
The blonde fell to the ground with a thud, releasing his weapon. y/n stepped over him and offered her hand to Killian. The pirate smiled and let her pull him to his feet.
"I could have handled him," Killian said.
"Based on what I saw, I'm sure you could have." Killian chuckled, recognizing the line he had used the night before. "So what did these creeps want?"
"Information."
"About?"
"Where you were."
y/n rolled her eyes and glared down at the unconscious blonde.
"Some men are just plain disgusting." She glanced at Killian. "And yet some are gentlemen who decide to help someone they barely know. Thank you for that."
"My pleasure. Although it does help that you are an attractive young woman who happened to catch my eye."
"Don't push your luck, Jones," she told him with a smile.
"Worth a shot." y/n rolled her eyes. "What brings you down to the docks, luv? Have you decided to take me up on that rum offer?"
"Not this time. I'm here because of this." She held up a familiar black coat. "I came to return it and thank you for lending it to me."
"Not a problem, luv."
He took the coat from her. y/n gave him another smile before turning and walking off the boat. Killian walked to the rail of his ship, watching as she walked back toward the town.
Just like every other night, the bar was full of people. y/n sat at a small table off to the side, not wanting to draw attention to herself again. Every now and then she would glance up and look around the bar, rolling her eyes at the half drunk people before turning back to what she was doing. She held a piece of wood in her hand while she held a small knife in the other, using it to carve the wood.
y/n brushed a small shaving of wood to the ground, letting it join the other wood chips. Handling the knife carefully, she began to carve small details into the side of her creation. As she worked, she noticed someone walking toward her table.
"Anyone sittin' here, luv?"
y/n looked up to find Killian standing in front of her, a smile on his face.
"You've got eyes, Jones," she replied. "You tell me."
The pirate chuckled as he sat down. He glanced at the glass that was on the table, raising an eyebrow when he saw it was full of rum. Killian looked at y/n in amusement.
"I thought you said you don't drink rum," he said.
"I don't."
"Then what's this?" He motioned to the glass. y/n smirked and pushed it towards him. Killian laughed. "You got this for me?"
"Like I said before, you've got eyes. Take it as an extra thank you for what you've done for me."
Killian nodded, taking a sip from the glass as he watched y/n, who had gone back to her carving.
"You know, it's kinda funny how we keep running in to one another," he commented. He smirked at her. "Are you following me around, luv?"
"For the record, I was here first. I'm not sure how that makes me a stalker."
"What are you making?" he asked, motioning to the wood in her hand.
y/n held out the wood to him. Killian took it from her hand, looking over the raven she was making.
"I tend to carve during my free time or when I'm bored."
"It's very well done," he complimented, handing the bird back to her.
"Thank you." y/n slipped the figure into her small bag while she put the knife into her sleeve. "So from what I've heard, pirates don't normally stick around in one place for too long, yet you've been in town for two or three days. What's made you stick around, Captain?"
Killian shrugged.
"Let's just say that something here caught my eye and I wanted to learn more about it. Besides, I thought the crew could use a little time on shore."
"And how has your research been coming along?"
"Well that remains to be seen."
y/n smiled slightly. After a few moments, she stood up from her seat.
"I should get going," she said. "It's getting late and I could use the extra sleep."
"Why don't I walk you, luv," Killian offered, rising as well.
"Such a gentleman."
"I do try."
The two chuckled before heading toward the door. But before they were able to make it outside, a hand grabbed y/n's arm, turning her around.
"Where do you think you're going?" the man holding her asked.
"I'm leaving," she stated simply, glaring at him.
The man glanced at Killian before looking back at her.
"You could do so much better than a pirate, sweetheart. How about we get a drink and I can show you that I'm far better company."
"How about you let go of me and we pretend this never happened?"
"What makes you think that'll happen?"
y/n quickly ripped her arm away from him, punching the man square in the face. He cried out in shock and pain, falling to the ground.
"Never touch me again," y/n growled.
Without another word to anyone, she stormed out of the bar. She could faintly hear Killian calling for her to wait but she refused to listen as she ran for the inn. She dashed inside and up to her room, shutting the door behind her. y/n's hands went up to her hair, pulling at it slightly in frustration. Not even a minute later, a knock sounded at her door, causing her to jump.
"You alright in there, luv?" she heard Killian call from the hallway.
y/n opened the door so she could see Killian. The man offered her a small smile as he stepped into her room, shutting the door behind him.
"You ran out there in quite a hurry, luv," he said. "Plus I'm pretty sure you broke that man's nose."
"He deserved it," y/n muttered.
"That he did." He slowly stepped forward and reached toward her face. y/n closed her eyes when his hand touched her cheek, wiping away the tears that had unknowingly escaped from her eyes. "You alright?" he asked quietly.
"Not really," she admitted. "It seems like every guy in this town is trying to get me to go home and sleep with them." y/n sighed heavily, trying to hold back more tears. "It's frustrating. For once, I’d like to have someone want me for me.”
"Not every man." The woman looked up at Killian, who offered her a small smile. "I have an idea, luv," Killian said. "Why don't you come with me? My crew and I leave in the morning. Not exactly sure where we'll go or where we'll end up, but you are more than welcome to join us. And if you do, I'll make sure that no man shall ever lay a hand on you again."
y/n smiled, fresh tears spilling from her eyes as she laughed a little.
"I'd like that," she replied. "I would like that a lot."
"Well then, welcome to the crew of the Jolly Roger, luv."
MASTERPOST | Ao3 | Wattpad
Title: Bloodstream Chapter IX. - Pirate
Pairing: Killian Jones x fem!reader
Word count: 1.6k
Warnings: none
Tags: drama, angst, mutual pining/tension
Synopsis: Hook confronts reader about last night's events.
A/N: I'm sorry I made you guys wait for so long. I got very insecure about this story and was not sure if I'll even publish the updates. The story will follow reader's story more in the future episodes and will include more backstory, so I'm sorry if that's not your cup of tea. I hope you'll still enjoy ❤
The next morning, she woke up with a terrible headache, like thousands of hammers were banging on her brain at the same time. She slowly blinked her eyes open to see her crewmates still sound asleep. It was still fairly dark; the sun didn’t rise above the horizon yet.
She decided to take a breath of fresh air, hoping it would ease the unpleasant feeling of being hangover for the first time in her life. She slowly walked onto the deck where she could only see Mr. Smee at the wheel. She nodded his way and he mirrored the gesture but they didn’t speak a word.
The chilly morning breeze caused a shiver to run down her spine as she stepped to the railing of the Jolly Roger, looking out at the seemingly endless sea. The first rays of sunshine shimmered on the water’s surface, painting the dark blue ocean in all shades of red and orange.
She heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the deck, coming from the captain’s cabin. She didn’t turn for a second – her feelings were all so mixed in her head. She wanted to confront him, to ask him all the questions she had in her mind. She wanted to earn some kind of reaction out of him. But after a short while she turned towards the sound of the voice, straightening her back before she spoke.
“Good morning, Captain.”
“Morning sailor” he replied with no emotion on his face. She mirrored his expression. “Don’t you have tasks to take care of?”
She opened and closed her mouth before she replied with a nod, averting her gaze from him.
“Then I recommend you get to them if you want to stay on the ship.” Without anything else left to say, he headed towards the quarterdeck to take the wheel from Mr. Smee, who then started with his daily tasks. His words cut through her skin and straight to her heart.
She headed down to the small kitchen area and started to organize the things in there. She kept stock of all the food they had – therefore she knew they had to stop by somewhere to get more supplies soon. Their food wasn’t going to last much longer.
That knowledge and his words from this morning settled in her brain and the fear of being abandoned in a random town made her worry grow by the moment. Would he really do that?
That night on the quarterdeck he said he wouldn’t just toss her out from the crew. But what if he changed his mind? What if she really was more of a burden than a useful addition to the crew? The thoughts in her head were so loud she didn’t even notice that Ribs entered the small kitchen only when his huge hands landed on her back in a gentle pat. At least he meant it to be gentle.
“You’re early, little man! Couldn’t sleep again?”
“You know it” she replied with a sad smile. He smiled back at her and grabbed the biggest pot off the ground. They didn’t speak much after that, but it wasn’t an awkward silence. It was a comfortable, warm silence between friends where they felt good in each other’s company without the need to say anything.
The days went by mostly the same – she thought. It was strange, the thrill and excitement of life as a sailor - a pirate -, washed away by the monotone daily tasks on the ship. She didn’t mind it per se, it just felt odd to think about how “normal” as a concept can change for a person so fast.
Chatter and the sound of footsteps filled the air as everyone else was getting up after a long night out and started to perform their duties. She said hi to James who also was battling a violent headache after one too many sips of rum last night. She chuckled and helped her friend out. Mr. Smee and the Captain were barking orders left and right at the crew, they needed to change directions and align the sails.
As she was pulling on the rope, she suddenly felt a hand wrap around her own and pulled with her. For a second, she didn’t register who it belonged to but after she saw the rings on his finger and his black shirt, her heart skipped a beat.
“I want to talk to you” he said in a low voice. She only replied with a nod and after she fastened the rope to its spot she followed after him into his cabin. Her heart stammered against her ribcage as she sluggishly moved towards the cabin. She hasn’t stepped a foot in there since that night.
It looked and felt the same, the smell of old parchment, paper and leather filled her nose as she stood against the door. He was looking at a map on the table, but she knew he wasn’t really paying attention to that. Nobody said a word for what felt like eternity.
“Look, I-“ she started, not knowing exactly what to say but he interrupted her.
“That song. You said your mother taught it to you?” He looked up from the map and she felt his eyes pierce through her soul. Lately she didn’t afford the luxury to make long eye contact with him, because every time she did her heart dropped into her stomach and this time was no exception.
“Well, she didn’t teach me. She just sang it to me when I couldn’t fall asleep as a child. I was very small when she died” she said, making a pause and swallowing hard to keep her tears at bay. “It’s one of my only memories of her.” There was a moment of silence after her reply, Hook just stood next to the table and stared at it.
“How did she meet your father?”
“What’s going on?” She asked and crossed her arms. Hook mirrored the gesture as he looked at her without saying anything for a moment. This whole scene was so strange – she thought. What was going on with him?
“Your mother. Was she a sailor? Your grandfather maybe? Where did she learn this song?”
“What? No. My mother, she lived all her life in our town.” Her heartbeat fastened at the implications behind his question. She got more confused by the second and just wanted answers about all this. What was so special about this song? “She could’ve heard it from some travelers.”
“That’s very unlikely.” He shook his head. “Your father lived there all his life as well?”
“Yes.” Her patience was growing thinner by the second.
“Maybe he lied.”
“What are you implying?!” She snapped, putting her arms on her hips while her eyes were throwing daggers at Hook. “That my father is a liar? That my mother was a pirate?! Because of one song?” She almost spat the word pirate, which made him close the gap between them with huge leaps and the next thing she knew was his arm next to her head, his body almost flushed against hers.
“Now-now, is being a pirate so bad?” He sneered, raising his hook next to her head. She felt her hand tremble and she wasn’t sure if it was because she was scared or because his presence made her head spin. “The lady didn’t seem to mind all this time, freeloading on my ship, eating my food, sleeping in my bed!”
His voice was roaring and it echoed back from the walls. He put his hook under her chin and lifted her head to match his gaze. His eyes were piercing into hers and she wanted to avert her look but she couldn’t. She was so angry at him – but she was also scared. Scared of being alone, losing her family once again. Losing him forever. No matter how angry she was at him or how distant he was, in the back of her mind she knew she wanted him close.
“That is not what I meant” she breathed as her heartbeat rose to the skies above.
“I’m sure you didn’t, love. If it’s so awful for you here, feel free to hop off next town. Shouldn’t be more than a few days.” He stepped away from her and opened the door of his cabin, signaling for her to leave. She swallowed the lump in her throat and headed to the deck with quick steps. Some curious sets of eyes were glued to her, but she paid no attention to them. She felt nauseous from the events that just unfolded, tears prickling her eyes from being so overwhelmed with emotion.
She stood next to James and leaned against the railing, gripping it so hard her knuckles turned white.
“Are you alright?” He asked as he put one of his hands on her shoulder.
“Splendid” she replied when they heard a voice coming from the quarterdeck. It was Hook.
“Get to work lads, we are headed towards a port at full sails! If all goes well, we should arrive in a day or two!” He gestured at the crew with his good arm and put his hook on his belt. His eyes scanned the deck and they lingered on her, his gaze piercing through her skull. James squeezed her shoulder and she averted her gaze.
The captain then left the quarterdeck and went back to the cabin, slamming its door behind him. She let out a shaky breath then went back to her duties. She was preparing to say goodbye to her friends once they hit the shore.
ok, just hear me out on this one. it’s like, a thousand words of me talking about you kicking killian’s ass and looking hot while doing it
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A/n: pspspspsp, hey, @blixeon look what i made u
This
This is gonna sound weird, but consider
You’re kinda quiet
Like, as in, you don’t talk kinda quiet
You’re also very cute, and very much a pirate
And Killian is
Killian
Like
Pirate disaster killian, not angsty leather eye-liner man
As much as i love angst leather eye-liner man, i
Doubt he would do this?
Anyway
You’re on his boat for whatever reason
And there’s been a victory
So the crew is celebrating like
“Yayyy, a victory! Let’s drink!!”
And you’re in the corner
With a very cool sword
Did you win it in combat?
Was it a gift from your parents?
Who knows, let’s just let it be a cool sword for now
So anyway, you’re in the corner, sharpening your sword, watching the party because y’know
It’s fun to watch people get drunk and make bad choices
And Mr. Captain Man
Who is, in fact, drunk and about to make a bad choice
Is like
“Yo”
Im paraphrasing
Anyway, he kinda just like
Looks at you for a second while you don’t respond to his greeting
And he’s like
“C’mon, love, why don’t you join the party”
Or whatever
And you’re like
“...”
So
Hook’s a little like
Freaked out, I guess?
By the cute yet intimidating sword wielder on his ship who helps his crew but doesn’t get drunk with them
And like
There are lots of reasons to not get drunk with pirates
But in that moment
He decides it’s because of the sword
“Is it because of the sword? This, the jabby, pointy thing?”
And he like
Grabs it (safely) and gives it a lil shake
And you’re like
‘Ew, no, get off my sword or i’ll bite you’
I mean, you don’t say that, but it goes through your head
And it’s clear on your face
So Hook sees the look of, ‘Do not fuck with me, good sir’ and backs off with his hands raised in surrender
And you’re like
‘Good’
And he says some shit like
“Right then, I’ll just leave you be”
He turns to walk away and you’re satisfied
Until some dumbass (that dumbass being a mildly drunk hook) says some shit under his breath about how you probably don’t know how to use the sword anyway
And you
Jump up
And fucking
Point the blade at him
And he says some shit like
“I believe this qualifies as mutiny, love”
While all of his men go “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
And you
You
The only sober one there
Speak the first words anyone’s heard you say since you joined this merry band
“It’s only mutiny if you lose.”
I don’t think that’s how mutiny works, but it sounds cool, so we’re running with it
And hook is like
“Well, I can’t say no to a challenge”
And you just nod
So he draws his sword
And you just fucking
Smirk
Because it’s so clear that your dumbass captain is drunk as shit and will not be able to fight properly
But you don’t care
He challenged your honour and your sword skills
So you’re gonna fight him
Anyway, the rest of the crew has formed a circle
They’re probably placing bets and shit
And someone is like
“Begin”
Or “Start” or whatever
And hook goes to strike at you
And you have him disarmed and on his ass in like
Two seconds
It’s pretty hot, honestly
And despite his drunkenness and his bruised ego, Hook agrees
He loves a cutie who can kick his ass
Anyway
The crowd is screaming
Some of them are exchanging money
Others are getting ready to attack you
But before anyone can move
You kneel down and offer hook a hand up
And you say more words!
“You’re drunk. It wasn’t a fair fight. Sober up, and we’ll see who can use a sword.”
Because like
Yeah, you’ve regained your honour
Now you want to prove yourself
And teach the rest of the crew not to fuck with you
Also, it’s kinda fun to kick Hook’s ass
Just ask the scaly lizard man (gold)
So anyway, he gets up
And he’s thinking
‘Was that a mutiny??? Did I just get mutinied??? What??? But??????? Why was that so hot???? Why am I not mad about this??? Fuck’
And someone else is like
“Well, let’s keep partying!”
So like, most of the crew does
And now hook is in your sword corner, having a teensy crisis that, let’s be honest, is only mostly brought on by alcohol
He’s basically that like
The one spongebob meme
I’ll find it later
anyway
The next day
Everyone has hangovers except for you and hook, because he stopped drinking after you kicked his ass
Y’all meet on the deck
Everyone gets in a circle again
And like
They all have headaches, but also
They really want to see this fight
So
Hook draws his sword, you draw yours
And the fight begins
Without someone yelling at you to start this time
And like
It’s an actual fight!
You attack first, he blocks you, he attacks, you block
And, like in any good sword fight
Y’all start to move
The crowd has to disperse around you because holy shit, neither of you can stay in the same fucking place for two damn seconds
Eventually, you’re knocked off your feet and disarmed
But that doesn’t stop you (because you aren’t drunk)
Instead, you roll and take out Killian’s legs, effectively knocking him down and knocking both swords from his hands
After that, it’s all a matter of grabbing the swords he dropped and holding them on either side of his neck
And he
Has never been more attracted to anyone in his life, and that’s saying a lot
There’s a moment of silence
And the world kind of just
Melts away
The crew is gone
The ship is gone
The sea is gone
It’s just you and Killian
And then
You let out a very unexpected
“AND THAT’S HOW YOU DO A SWORD FIGHT!”
Which was a little out of character, but you were very excited
And you had a shit ton of adrenaline in you
And you were on top of your very attractive captain
So i think a little yelling can be forgiven
Anyway
You stab the swords into the deck, on either side of his neck, and you speak again, quieter, and less excited
Which honestly makes killian a little sad, though he doesn’t say anything
