#p: hook

[famedxisthybeauty-blog]

No ‘Somethings’ Required || Hook & Guinevere

Hook was in need of her help, and instead of coming straight out and asking for it, he had to make things difficult. Naturally. He arrived at Guinevere's, giving a knock at the door, which was as kind a gesture as she would be getting from him that day. As she opened the door he gave her a wicked smile, attempting to push his way through the threshold. "Don't act so surprised. We've some things to discuss."

Guinevere stepped in front of him as he attempted to walk through. She couldn't say she was surprised to see him, she was expecting him. Not that he told her he was coming, not at all, but the town had eyes everywhere, after all. Still, he wasn't topping the list of people she wanted to converse with. Regardless, she decided to humor him, “And to what do I owe this extreme pleasure, darling?”

“Just let me in," he dolled his eyes at her for a moment until he realized that card didn't really work with her. Despite his hate of displaying manners, he sighed, rolled his eyes and gritted a please through his teeth.

She considered him for a moment before rolling her eyes an letting him through. Wordlessly, Guinevere led him into her office, the only sound was her heels clicking against the marble floor. Once they were inside, Guinevere shut the doors, lest her stepdaughter decide to make an appearance downstairs. She walked over to her desk and leaned against it, crossing her arms over her chest. “You have five minutes.”

Hook didn't bother taking a seat. Instead he walked slowly beside her desk, hovering his hook above it as he spoke. "I can do it in three." Hook glanced up, his jaw hanging ajar in a peculiar smile before closing it shut. "An anti aging potion. I know you can whip one up for me. But of course you want something in return. But what?" He turned to face her across from the desk, raising a brow in flirtatious curiosity. These details would remain business only, but he'd known plenty of what she preferred behind closed doors. Somehow in his mind physical persuasion gave him the upper hand. Somehow in his mind, he thought he could swindle a deal without much of a plan behind it.

Guinevere made her way around her desk and sat behind it, feigning a look of fake interest as he spoke. "I see," she said, leaning back and looking at him when he was finished. "Well, of course I can whip one up for you. But you forget one very important thing, darling." She smiled at him, "I want absolutely nothing from you."

Hook laughed silently, letting his head drop in contemplation. "Ginny, Ginny..." He found his fingers idly dancing over the point of his hook. After all, she'd been the one to kindly replace his hand for this mock replica. "That's not entirely true, is it? There is something. There's always 'something'." His eyes flashed up to meet hers, changing color ever so slightly. Hooks entire demeanor growing darker and far more impatient. "Name your price."

Guinevere rolled her eyes. Mostly at his nickname for her. Of course many people called her that but he was the first to do so and the reason it caught on. "Well. Consider today an exception," she said. "There is no 'something'. There's nothing I want from you, darling." Guinevere leveled him with her gaze as she got up and walked to the door, "You do remember the way to show yourself out, love?" She turned around and smiled at him, "Should be second nature to you, by now."

"Statues." Hook quipped, glancing over his shoulder at the brunette. "Shut the door, love."

Guinevere froze at the door when he spoke. She turned around to look at him, both of them knowing she couldn't talk her way out of this one. Rolling her eyes again, she turned back to the doors and shut them. “Fine,” she said as she came back to sit on the edge of her desk. “You got me where you want me. I'm listening.” Guinevere leaned back, “Because if I agree to this, and you do me wrong again, I can think of more interesting things to replace with a hook, my darling.” She smiled, “Might matter more to you than your hand.”

"Mm, that's what I thought." He finally took a seat, knees sat far apart as he got comfortable. "So, I'd like the potion. No tricks. Last effects. And," he smiled longingly to her, "you're to take a sip from the same vial. So long as it works, then you'll have a hand to assist you."

Guinevere considered him for a moment. Letting out a deep breath, she uttered, “Fine. I will make your stupid potion. But let's get one think straight, darling. Not even I can put a stop to death. This isn't immortality but merely puts a stop to aging, that's all. Whatever idiotic things you throw yourself into, it won't protect you from that.” She narrowed her dark eyes and tilted her head to the side, “I'll drink from it myself, fine. But you will be bound in my debt again, James. If you fail me again, there won't be a third time and I mean it. You might want to think about this before you sign your name on the dotted line without reading the fine print.”

"Then I suppose you draw up a contract and hand it forth for me to read over, aye? Only fair, me thinks." Hook's eyes glistened with mischief. If they'd be working together again, he'd prefer the details of their business to be bound to parchment of the non enchanted variety.

“No physical contract needed, my darling,” she said. “Only know that if you mess up this time, I won't be as lenient as I was before.” Guinevere ran her hand up the length of his hook and curled her fingers around it, giving it a small tug so he ended up standing in front of her. “But I suppose I'll be fair and give you one.” She held out her free hand and snapped her fingers. The parchment appeared with the words written in purple ink. She smiled and leaned back against her deck, “Be a dear, read it, and tell me if you have any questions, hm?”

In direct violation already, he groaned, knowing she could change the penmanship and words with a simple snap, at any given time. Hook scanned through it regardless, taking it for what it was worth. He peered up with dark eyes, pointing out one section in particular. "What's this all about? A bit unlike our last... agreement."

Guinevere gave an elegant shrug of her shoulders and crossed her arms. “I told you.” She gave him a small smile, “I don't require any 'somethings' from you, love. So, you'll find...” Guinevere pushed herself from her desk and made her way around James. She wrapped her arm around his as he held the letter, pointing to  the contract he held. “...that part of our deal is no longer required.” She turned her eyes to his, “Is that a problem, darling?”

"Course not, why would it be?" Hook met her glance with a cold stare. He wouldn't argue it. If she'd rather keep it from their contract, then it simply meant it wasn't required to fulfill his debt to her. As he read on, no where did it state it wasn't tolerated separate from their deal, which was green light enough for Hook. When he was through sifting through it, raising a few minor concerns in the process, he looked back to her. "What other tricks have you thrown in along the way, Ginny? There must be one more. Somewhere." It was unlike her not to throw him a curve ball. "Well?"

“There's nothing. Though I'm flattered that you think there is,” Guinevere got up from her desk and walked across the office. She paused at the doors and turned to look at him. “I've told you time and time again, James. This isn't like the other times. I want nothing from you other than what you can do for me. And that's getting the statues.” She continued to look at him for a moment, before continuing, “You get the statues for me and you don't have to worry your pretty little head about this anymore. You'll be ageless and free from debt.” Guinevere smiled a smile that no one would see through. No one except him, maybe. “And then you and I will both have what we want. I'll have the power and you'll have your youth. And then we can both be on our merry little ways. Did we come to an understanding?”

There was a flash of what looked like doubt, perhaps regret, in the way the corner of her smile twitched as she looked at him. He half thought he'd imagined it, but then again he knew he had seen it before. There would always be more Hook desired, because he wasn't the type of man who stopped once he got what he was looking for. There would always be another possession he'd seek, whether it be wealth, leverage, power, even the freedom to express his own lustful needs from time to time. If only getting the statues and being on his way we're as simple said  and done. "Somewhat." Hook grew uncertain. Normally after reviewing a binding contract, they had other arrangements that followed. But considering she had crossed that off their list, he wasn't entirely sure how they "sealed the deal" so to speak. "Now what? Am I signing my soul over or something of the sort till my debt is fulfilled?"

Guinevere sighed and massaged her temples. Their conversations seemed to go in never-ending circles and it was exhausting. With another snap of her fingers a pen appeared in his hand. She raised an eyebrow, almost as if silently challenging him to open his mouth again. Thankfully, for the time being, he didn't. “Do your job right and I'll have no use for you afterwards,” Guinevere said, keeping her voice level as she turned her eyes to his. She lowered her gaze and nodded towards the parchment he held in his hands, “Sign it and it's done. I'll give you your end of the bargain,  you keep up mind. I can put a stopper in death but I can take it back just as easily. Remember that.”

Hook glanced to her one last time, seeking her eyes for any other tricks she might have had laid plain in view. At least from what he could see there had been nothing peculiar about their deal so far. That's what worried him. "I'd like a copy of our contract." He held his hand out impatiently for a pen before signing his name in a way he never had before. There were small changes in the way he crossed his t's and dotted his i's. Even the swoop in the lettering was a bit altered to his usual penmanship. When he was done he went to pocket the pen. "When can I expect your potion to be ready?"

"Signing your name differently for a reason, darling? It won't do anything. Using the that pen is as good as signing with your own blood." The corners of her lips turned up into a small smile as she handed James his own personal copy. She walked past him, glancing in one of her many mirrors and giving her hair a fluff as she walked by. Guinevere turned to face him. "Tomorrow night at best. Could be longer. Stop by tomorrow and we'll see. It takes time for perfection, love."

"Aah, why didn't you have me cut off my other hand and use the blood from that then?" He glared, grudgingly tossing the pen from his pocket onto her desk. Hook started for the door, his eyes giving her the up and down. There was plenty about her he missed, and plenty he could go lifetimes without. "That explains it then. Thanks for the clarification." He scoffed. If it took time for perfection, she still had a long way to go. "I'll be by tomorrow."

"Because what good would you be with two hooks, darling,” she replied, tonelessly. “What would you do to the statues? Chip and chisel them down to their demise?” Guinevere rolled her eyes and walked down the hallway to the front door. “Don't stop by any earlier than eight, understood? Oh, and James?” She stepped closer to him, grabbing hold of his hook and tugging him forward. She tilted her head so it was just inches away from his.  “And if you stop by the mortuary, tell Cronus's little play thing I pass along my greetings, will you?” She smiled a knowing smile and let go rather roughly so it sent him stumbling back, “I'll be waiting.”

"I won't." Hook fashioned a smile, catching his footing as she pushed him backwards. On his way out he made sure to slam the door behind him, cracking the wood in the frame with enough force behind it. 

[isavemysoul-blog]

Signed On The Dotted Line | Megara & Hook

“You can go bother hook for me”. Ugh, Hades. 

The words echoed in her head. Hook. How she hated the name now. It wasn’t always like that, with him. When they first met, he was charming. Suave. Irresistible. And she was so naive. To this day, she still wasn’t sure whether he actually ever loved her, or whether he chose her as his pawn, knowing she would end up doing anything for him. 

Either way, it certainly didn’t work in her favor. Thinking about it now, the world around her became a blur. The rodeo faded away. The noise quieted. How she loved him. There wasn’t a single thing he could ask her to do that she would say no to, and he knew it. Hook was always good at getting out of tough spots. It’s one of the things she loved about him, but she never needed much help. She was never in much trouble, back then. But now....

She shook her head. The truth came flooding back. The romance wasn’t real. It couldn’t have been. When it came down to Hook needing to get out of Hades grasp...she could remember the call like it was yesterday. Hades, laughing at her while her boyfriend’s own mortality stared him in the face. And without a second thought, she begged Hades. Please, take me instead. Please. I love him.

And it was done. Just like that. Hades owned her. Hook was free. She was going to work for him for the rest of her life, but she was fine with that. She could deal with working for a self-righteous mortician forever, if she had Hook. She had thought Hook would see her attempt to save her as valiant, heroic even. Wouldn’t he have done the same for her? 

But she didn’t hear from him after that day. “Listen, love, I’m recovering. This whole thing ... well, it’s been quite the ordeal for me. You understand,” he said. Not a week later, she was allowed out of work and saw him walking down the street with some hot brunette. He acted as if he barely recognized her, but winked as she stared at the two of them.

Shaking the vision out of her head again, she looked up. Nothing had changed around her. Everyone was having so much fun at the rodeo, nobody seemed to notice the girl lost in thought in the middle of the crowd. Men are so. Just. Ugh. She did not want to go “bother” Hook. But it’s not like she had much choice in the matter. She made a promise to herself, this time, that she would not be roped into another man again. Ever. And especially not Hook. She learned enough the first time. 

[princxssofdawn]

fire meet gasoline || sleeping hook {flashback}

Suas mãos trabalharam rapidamente nos últimos retoques de sua capa, costurando com toda a paciência que lhe era permitido, ainda que nunca teve paciência para tais trabalhos, pois necessitavam de paciência, coisa que Aurora nunca pareceu ter, principalmente quando precisava ficar quieta. Seu trabalho não foi perfeito, o que a fez pensar que poderia ter usado alguma desculpa e pedido para uma das criadas fazer o remendo- já que conseguiu fazer com que uma delas lhe emprestasse. Por nenhum momento temeu que elas fossem comunicar ao rei, ele nunca desconfiaria de coisa alguma e muito menos teria tempo para ouvir um criado falar sobre a filha ter pedido uma capa. As pessoas costumam pensar que Aurora não é nada além de um belo rosto e sorriso simpático, um modelo de dama a ser seguido, porém a realidade esta muito longe de tais pensamentos. 

Aquele era, de fato, o momento que colocaria em prática tudo o que Aurora aprendera apenas na teoria, seus olhos estavam abertos e atentos a qualquer momento que pudesse ser prejudicial a si. O mundo sempre pareceu grande demais em sua fortaleza, podia ver o horizonte se formando e o seu reino estendendo-se em terra, as pessoas andando, correndo, trabalhando, tantas vidas que estavam sob os cuidados de sua família, que dependiam deles. Mas ainda era jovem, e não entendia muito o significado de cuidar de alguém, afinal sempre fizeram isso por e para ela. Imprudente, Aurora ignorava os avisos de seu pai quanto aos perigos que podem ser encontrados se um dia ousasse sair, e a jovem julgava-se inteligente o suficiente para conseguir ultrapassar tudo o que viesse ao seu caminho. Era tola de pensar de tal maneira, mas como culpar além que só viu a “realidade” do mundo em palavras?

Seus pés percorriam a floresta com gosto, seus olhos tão azuis quanto o céu na primavera não paravam um segundo sequer, sempre captando algo diferente, um animal qualquer passeando, um pássaro em seu ninho ou simplesmente o sol fraco iluminando alguns pontos do local, devido a quantidade de árvores tão juntas umas das outras. Seu primeiro contato com o exterior não poderia ser descrito, era uma mistura de prazer e libertação, como um pássaro, explorando o céu pela primeira vez depois de observá-lo durante tanto tempo. Não prestava muita atenção para onde estava indo, mas com certeza saberia voltar se fosse necessário- criara um sistema preciso de identificação que logo colocaria em prática- observando e absorvendo tudo o que poderia. 

Ao ouvir passos vindos em sua direção, Aurora alarmou-se, imaginando que fora descoberta e seu pai mandara seus soldados para buscá-la. Já imaginava o olhar que lhe daria, e o semblante de sua mãe, preocupada, mas o pior não seria isso, e sim que as chances de conseguir sair novamente se tornariam impossíveis. Ou pior, poderia ser algum ladrão ou assassino o que, com certeza, eram mais assustadores do que o seu pai. A princesa tratou de se esconder atrás de uma arvore próxima de onde estava, tomando cuidado para que seus passos não fossem ouvidos. Seus olhos fecharam-se momentaneamente, desejando que a pessoa fosse embora, e seu coração batia forte, de tal maneira que Aurora achou que pularia para fora de seu corpo. Nunca sentira tal sensação, a de perigo, e uma crescente curiosidade, que venceu o medo, por fim, quando o som pareceu distanciar-se.

Saindo de seu esconderijo, Aurora olhou em direção ao som, que parecia mais longe do que antes. Suspirou, aliviada, mas tal alivio dissipou-se ao perceber que não estava sozinha. Pulou de susto ao esbarrar no homem, afastando alguns passos, apenas por segurança. — Quem és tu?— conseguiu perguntar, depois de recuperar-se do choque. Ele não era um dos soldados do pai, conseguiu perceber, e não tinha a pose de um ladrão- pelo menos não aqueles poucos que viu e leu sobre- então restava apenas a suposição de que ele era um assassino. Sua respiração estava desregular e logo sentiu a necessidade de algo em suas mãos. — Não se aproxime, eu tenho… — rápido Aurora, pense, sua mente a alertou. — Uma adaga, e a usarei se for necessário. — sua voz não pareceu muito segura, mas pelo menos a sua expressão não a abandonou, colocando a sua típica expressão de deboche. Era a desculpa que tinha, pelo menos até conseguir pegar algum objeto para defender-se, ou gritar, se fosse necessário.

[hadescronus-blog]

Taking The Edge Off | Hook & Hades

Hades sat in his apartment, whining as per usual. He closed his old phone, cramming it in his pockets. He was upset and rightfully so. He was nervous about Elsa, and he was nervous about Snow. And he was nervous about everything.

Hell, he was even nervous about his bills. There was a stack over by the fridge. He'd have to pay them eventually. Eventually. Slowly but surely, he got up to make himself some tea. Tea with an incredible amount of alcohol in it. 

Ok, it was basically just whiskey. He had whiskey. He downed that in one swift motion, the sting not really even bothering him anymore. Honestly, he barely even felt anything with drinking anymore. He'd become dull. It was tragic but true. Even still, he downed another glass, hoping to eventually feel something.  He had another full bottle waiting, if he needed it.  He probably would.

He sat back down, opting for the bottle instead of the glass, looking like the proper alcoholic.  He was slowly becoming his father, minus the burning need to degrade others and tell them that they were worthless. Haha. Hahaha.  Hades waited for James, his best friend and "first mate."  If we were to keep the whole pirate analogy going.  Hades knew what James did for a living, and he fully supported it.  Whenever he killed people, Hades would bury them. Sometimes for free.  Other times for a small fee.  James was Hades's best friend, next to Jafar, and he often found himself confiding in him.  Hades often kept the window open, just in case Hook came in through the fire escape.  He never knew.