#hook fic

*Tyler's POV*

Sitting in the locker room with Orange, Kris, Willow, Trent and Chuck, I am scrolling through Instagram when I come across this tattoo artist page that catches my eye. I click on the page and start scrolling through the pictures. Trent comes over and sits next to me looking at my phone.

"Woah dude. Who's art is that? That is amazing!"

"Oh its this chick named Y/N."

Willow and Kris gasp and run over to the couch next to me.

"Oh my gosh! Y/N is so talented!"

"Yeah she did my tattoos!"

"Mine too! You have to go to her!"

"And I think Tyler would really like her if you know what I mean."

Willow nudges my side and I roll my eyes. The girls have been trying to get me a girlfriend for a long time and it hasn't worked out. Kris pulls out her phone and starts typing on it.

"I have an idea!"

She starts calling someone on speakerphone. I look over at her confused.

"Hellooo lady!"

"Hi Y/N!"

My eyes go wide looking over at Kris. Willow laughs at me.

"Is my other bestie there too?"

"Hi Y/N!"

"Hi Willow!"

"Y/N, we were wondering if you possibly have an opening tonight or tomorrow for someone new?"

"Is it a man? Better not be like the last one you brought me."

"Yes it is a man. And no nothing like that last one."

They are start laughing and I shake my head no at Kris. Kris smiles at me than looks at her phone.

"So I actually had a cancellation tonight so why don't you bring this mystery man with you at 6?"

"It's a date! See you than!"

"Bye!"

She hangs up the phone than looks over at me.

"Looks like you got a tattoo appointment tonight. Better figure out what you are getting."

"Thanks Kris."

I roll my eyes and go back to looking through her drawings to see which one I am going to get now.

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*Y/N's POV*

I am currently sweeping up the floor in my tattoo shop when I hear the bells on the door jingle. I look up seeing Kris and Willow walk in with two men walking behind them.

"Kris! Willow!"

I set the broom down against the wall and walk over to them.

"Y/N! How are you?"

"I'm good! How are you two?"

"Good! Good!"

"Awesome!"

I look over at the two men that came in with them.

"Who are these two?"

"Hi I'm Trent!"

He hugs me wrapping his arms around my head and I hug him back wrapping my arms around his waist. He pulls away keeping his arm around my neck.

"You are short."

I roll my eyes and push his arm off me walking up to Tyler.

"Hi. I'm Y/N."

"I'm Tyler."

"Oh, you are the one I am tattooing. Did you figure out what you want?"

I walk back to my section in the shop and he follows behind me as everyone else sits in the waiting area. He pulls out his phone and shows me the eyes that I posted on Instagram.

"Oh... you... you want one of my drawings?"

"Your drawings are incredible. I looked through all your pictures on Instagram. There is a couple of them that I wanna get."

"Thank you. I will go print out the stencil for you. Be back."

I grab my phone and walk over to my machine printing out different sizes. Kris and Willow walk up to me with big grins on their faces. I shake my head looking at them.

"Soooo whatcha think?"

Kris whispers to me and I look down blushing a little.

"He is cute."

I mumble still looking down at the floor and they laugh a little at me.

"And he said he went through all my drawings on Instagram and wants to get more later on."

"Oh he likes you already than."

Willow nudges my arm and I smile looking at her. I grab the stencils and look at them.

"Time for me to tattoo ladies."

"Go get your man."

I laugh walking back over to Tyler. I put the stencils on my little table infront of him.

"What size would you like?"

He looks through the sizes and picks out the middle size one. I take it from him and look at him.

"Okay. Next question. Where do you want it?"

He takes his hoodie off and I gulp seeing him not wearing a shirt underneath.

"I want it about here."

He points to below his neck on his back. I prep the area he wants than put the stencil on. I pull off the paper revealing the stencil on his back. I take a picture of it than walk infront him showing him the picture.

"How's that?"

"Looks amazing. Let's do it."

I get all my supplies ready and start tattooing him as he sits there playing on his phone.

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Finishing up the tattoo, I start wiping it down and cleaning it up.

"Mind if I take a picture?"

"Go ahead."

I pull my phone out of my pocket and snap a picture. I walk infront of him and show him the picture.

"Wow! That's amazing! You did a great job! Thank you so much!"

"Of course!"

I giggle looking at him. He pulls money out of his pocket.

"How much do I owe you for it?"

"A date."

"What?"

"You owe me a date. With you."

He stares at me for a minute than smiles. I giggle at him and put my hand on his shoulder.

"It's a deal!"

He stands up, kisses my cheek than walks over to Trent and they leave. Kris and Willow come running over to me.

"What was that?"

"Details!"

"He asked me how much I owe him for the tattoo. And I said he owes me a date. With him."

"Ooooo yes girl!"

"I think you two will be really good for each other!"

You start by just watching everyone else play - some of the pairings are ridiculous and would probably be do-overs if Max wasn't in charge, but he is, so there are no do-overs. Whoever the bottle lands on is who it lands on. No exceptions.

It's fine and fun and you're having a great time until it's your turn and the bottle ends up pointing at the guy you've had a crush on for months but haven't really spoken to all that much because he keeps to himself most of the time: Hook.

"Shit," you say to yourself, knowing nobody else in the room could have possibly heard it because Max is YELLING, all but shoving you and Hook into the closet himself. (Well, he tries guiding Hook, but Hook snatches his arm away and turns to face Max so fast that Max immediately takes his hand off and backs up a couple steps.) You open the door and step in, thankful that it's more of a walk-in closet situation so you have more room to back up and let Hook in after you. The doors must have some sort of soundproofing on them, or just be really thick, because when the door closes behind him, it's almost completely silent. You don't know what to do, mostly because being this close to the man you've been crushing on for months is...overwhelming, to say the least.

"So, uh..." Hook starts, his voice softer than you were anticipating, "what do you wanna do?" He looks up at you, hood still up and hair all in his face like normal, and fuck so handsome.

Not freak out and make you think I'm a weirdo, you think, but say something completely different and totally unexpected, even to yourself: "Can I say something?"

He nods.

You take a deep breath. "I know we don't know each other that well because we never really talk but I've had the biggest crush on you for months now and I don't know if you're that kind of guy, we can definitely talk about it later if you want, but all I want right now is for you to grab my face and kiss me until neither of us can breathe and I forget about all the people out there."

It's dark in the closet, so you have no idea what expression Hook has on his face right now, but he doesn't say anything right away. You're about to backtrack when he speaks.

"Too many people for you, too?"

His answer catches you by surprise, but it makes sense that he'd also be overwhelmed by it all. "Yeah," you say, softly, and you gasp when he steps into your space, your faces so close but still so far away.

"You wanna forget about 'em?" he asks, softly taking hold of your chin and tilting your head to look at him. All you can do is nod and try not to buckle at the knees when he cups your jaw and moves in closer.

"Let me help."

Thinking back on it later, you were expecting him to kiss like he fights: methodical, calculating, always three steps ahead of his competitor - but it's the exact opposite. He's methodical and almost cautious, yeah, but there's an uncertainty in the way he leans in, a small gasp of surprise when his lips finally meet yours, something that feels like relief when you start kissing him back.

Honestly? It's better than you'd imagined, and boy have you imagined it a lot. His lips are soft, his hands gentle, one holding your jaw and the other slipping around to your lower back. It starts as little individual kisses, and you'd be cool if it stayed that way for the whole time but something happens that makes you gasp, which leads to Hook softly biting into your bottom lip, and at that point all bets are off. The mild sting makes you groan, which makes Hook chuckle, a rumble deep in his chest like he's amused.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All Elite Wrestling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Darby Allin/Hook Characters: Darby Allin, Hook (Professional Wrestling) Additional Tags: Smut, with a hint of feelings, Marking, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Hook-Up, Hotel Sex, Banter Summary:

Hook bites his lip in a wordless reply and wishes it was Darby’s. They haven’t kissed. They’ve groped, and nipped, and placed wet mouths on gooseflesh skin, but they haven’t kissed. Hook doesn’t know if that’s a rule; he’s gonna break it in half if it is.

With the lights off and the curtains open, the moonlight beams through the window. Killian is inpatient, striping you of your clothes and falling to his knees. 

His plump lips glide over you, a stark contrast to the coarseness of his beard, which scratches your soft skin. His fingers aren’t far behind when they follow the trail his lips have carved into your body.

“You are perfect the way you are, love.” Killian murmured between the kisses he pressed to every inch of your body. “Perfect for me.”

Embarrassed, you cover your face not wanting to see yourself; refusing to see what Killian saw. The pirate notices your movements and immediately kisses his way up your body. The body that he had to love a little more because you didn’t; he didn’t need much convincing to love your body.

“I promise you, love. You have nothing to fear, nothing to be ashamed of when you’re with me. Nothing, I tell you.” Killian’s words were sincere, you believed him but his words had only healed some wounds that came with your wretched past. 

*Tyler's POV*

Sitting in catering eating a bag of chips, I am watching Nick Wayne trying to flirt with Y/N. Me and Y/N have known each other since we were little having both of our dad's being in the business. Y/N being Sting's daughter also puts a big target and pressure on her. I turn down my headphones so I can try and hear what Nick is saying to Y/N.

"Cmon honey. Just one date."

He goes to put his hand on her face but she moves away pushing his hand back down on the table.

"Nick. I have told you three times that you are very sweet and cute but, I am not interested in you."

"Cmon Y/N. Just one date. Please. You won't regret it."

He goes to grab her hand and she pulls it away turning her head away from him. Her eyes land on me and she mouths "Help me". She turns back around looking at Nick with a fake smile.

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*Y/N's POV*

I turn back around looking at Nick with a fake smile. Nick goes to say something but stops as I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up seeing Tyler standing next to me.

"Hey Y/N. Umm my dad wanted to see you. Follow me."

"Oh okay. See ya later Nick."

I get up following behind Tyler and Nick huffs crossing his arms. Tyler leads me to his locker room and we go inside as he closes the door. I sit down on the couch and he sits down next to me.

"Thank you for helping me back there."

"Of course. I was watching Nick trying to flirt with you."

"You were watching?"

"I always watch you to make sure you are okay. To make sure nothing bad happens to you. Because I care about you a lot."

I shift a little facing him and look into his eyes smiling a little.

"You mean that Ty?"

"Yes I do. I really do."

"I care about you too Ty."

He looks at me and smirks a little.

"So you're not interested in Nick?"

"Not at all. I have someone else that I have been interested in for awhile now."

"Oh really? Who?"

Tyler looks at me with a curious face and I look over at him with a little smirk.

"I can show you."

I lean forward and slowly lock my lips onto his. I kiss him slowly and he kisses me back putting a hand on my cheek deepening the kiss. We kiss for a few minutes before I pull back leaving our foreheads touching and looking at him.

"So who is it?"

I roll my eyes and push him slightly, sitting back against the couch. He looks at me with a little smile on his face.

"Wanna go on a date?"

"Right now?"

"Yeah! Wherever you wanna go!"

"Let's go!"

"What did he do this time?" Jack asks, dropping down with a huff across the table from Hook. Catering is nearly empty, and most aren't brave enough to sit anywhere near the floppy haired storm cloud when he's like this. Jack knows better. He knows this is when Hook needs people around him the most.

Hook looks up from his phone and shrugs; he drops his chin back down to glare at the device and slides it into the front pocket of his hoodie. "Nothing."

Jack scoffs, "I believe that, but I know you don't. So...what'd he do?"

Hook shakes his head. He stares at the table, lips pursed and gaze hard.

"Ah," Jack nods sagely.

Hook glares at him; says nothing. Says nothing for a while, and Jack stays right where he is. Locked in. Hook gets like this when his thoughts are too loud. Jack waits, watching as the emotions break through, playing out in hard fought ripples across his friend's stoic face until the quiet sharpens his tongue like stone on a blade.

Jack’s not surprised when that blade comes for his throat.

"Well? What the fuck do you know about it then?" Hook snaps,

"He's posting angry heart sick songs again. Obviously."

Hook crosses his arms over his chest and slouches down into his chair. "Why'd you ask if you already saw?"

Jack snorts and shakes his head. "I didn't. I'm blocked on everything. He's still pissy that I dare to breathe in your vicinity. Your face gave it away."

Hook bites at his cheek. He scrubs his knuckles across his nose, nostrils flaring; irritated. "Yeah, well. Doesn’t mean anything."

"Which part?"

"Any of it." Hook sinks lower in his seat, the fabric of his hoodie swallowing him.

Jack offers a sympathetic smile. "If he's still posting shit like that, it means he still misses you, idiot."

"I don't care," Hook grunts. He shoves a hand under his hood and yanks at his hair. It was fine as it was.

Sighing, Jack shakes his head and runs a hand through his curls. He swears he has more gray hairs now than he did last winter.

Glancing around the room, he determines no one is in earshot. Jack lowers his voice and says, "Hook...If it's bothering you this much..." and he lets the obvious conclusion hang in the air between them, suspended in spite of it's weight.

Hook goes silent. Stays silent. He's pulling at the cuff of his sleeve; he's a million miles away.

Jack stands and makes one last ditch effort: "If you're stuck on what to say to him...you might want to try the truth."

Surprisingly, Hook raises his head. His eyes are shining. He looks defeated; desperate. It's new. It's progress from how these things usually end.

"What," Hook clears his throat, "What should I say? If I, uh, was gonna do that."

Jack's heart bleeds for him. "Tell him you miss him." For how simple it is in theory, Hook looks as though he's been presented with the rarest treasure. Shocked and unwilling to believe that's all there is to it.

"Then what?" Hook blinks up at him, eyes wide, expression vulnerable and lost.

"Then you go from there," Jack shrugs.

The corners of Hook's mouth pull up tentatively. "You make it sound easy."

Jack laughs, coming around to Hook’s side of the table and patting him on the shoulder. "It's not. But you two don't have to make it quite so fucking hard."

Hook snorts and pulls his phone from his pocket. Jack takes it as his cue and makes his way to the door.

Then: "I'm gonna tell him to unblock you!" Hook shouts over his shoulder.

"Please don't!" Jack yells back. He smiles to himself, satisfied that Hook’s chuckle is only ended by the door closing behind him.

Summary:

After London, Hook stopped taking things for granted and started to appreciate that good things don’t last forever. But you can damn sure enjoy them while you have them.

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