#hook x reader

"You're from the Isle of the Lost! You're not supposed to be here-" Your voice is high, light and pitched with startled fear.

Harry just grins, leaning over you. "Didn't notice, did ye? Yer queen brought the barrier down. We can all go wherever we want now. Ain't that nice?"

Instead of responding to him, your gaze first shoots to the sky, where even from here you'd be able to see the glistening domed barrier and permanent storm that hung over the Isle of the Lost. After a moment, you look back at him, mouth just lightly agape. "When did that happen?"

"Oh, dovie, just now! Got to get your head out of those books, look up, talk to people." His smile grows wider, getting down to your level. "Show a guy around, yeah?" All you do is stare, before Harry grabs your wrist to pull you to your feet. “Well, c’mon then.”

You startle once again, with the flight response of a rabbit, before settling down. It seems that even though you’re rapidly experiencing shock over and over, you adjust very fast. Because you huff, yanking your wrist out of his grip. “The least you could do is say please.” With the frown on your face, you look like an angry kitten.

Harry loves that. The isle had been full of bristly angry people, constantly at each other’s throats or vying for a higher spot in the pecking order. But here was a soft, nice thing, who’d had a comfortable enough life that he felt safe enough to snap at Harry. So the pirate gives one of his dramatic bows, nodding at you. “Alright then, would you please be so kind as to show me around, darling?” Clearly, he’s still being a pedantic asshole, but from the dazed look melting across your face, you like it. Who knew so many Auradon kids had a thing for bad boys?

You screw your expression up though, wrinkling your nose and blinking hard. “Fine. Only because you said please.” Straightening up, you step next to him and dust off your pants. Harry has to grin when you hold one hand out to him, lacking the callouses and scars of someone from the isle.

You're perfect. Absolutely wonderful. Harry's got his fingers entwined with yours, and you're towing him through the gardens, giving an animated lecture on every single plant or bush you pass; telling him what all of it is. The book under your arm is a botanical guide that you cling to. as you detail all of the lush gardens you pull him through.

Harry hasn't seen any of it before. You tell him about trailing wisteria and wandering willows, rhododendrons and marigolds. Vibrant, colorful, wonderful things that could never grow on the isle. It's fantastic, and having you explain it all to him is even better. The isle had been grungy, with desperate people, filled with smoke and ash.

Auradon was... Auradon was everything the isle wasn't. If he wasn’t in public, Harry might let the memories overcome him. But instead, he was under a sprawling cloudless blue, and a garden that rolled on as far as he could see. He was utterly surrounded by beauty, from the earth beneath his feet to the sky above his head. All the way to you, the pretty boy holding his hand and introducing him to your world without even a second thought.

Three hours later, you’d taken Harry through the entire garden, circling all the way back to the alcove with the bench where you’d been originally. Everyone else was still celebrating, and you could hear the noise from your spot, but it was still blissfully, silently, wonderfully empty. Settling down onto the bench and curling up like Harry was no longer here, like now that you’d shown him around, he’d just prance right off and leave you behind.

But he doesn’t. Before you can swing your leg up onto the bench, Harry plops down, mirroring your pout. “Just gonna leave me behind now, eh? I don’t get any more attention?” His voice is low, almost husky, trying to get a rise out of you. He's already decided that you're his. Decided that you with your heart on your sleeve and sweetness in your gaze, are his.

You blink. Then blink again. Processing. Slow on the uptake for this. Eyes widening as you realize. He wants to stay. Instead of going back to the chaos with all his friends, this energetic pirate looking boy wants to stay with you. The realization must wash over your face, because Harry uses his hook to slice a rose off one of the bushes, turning back to present it to you.

After a moment, you do take it, carefully avoiding the thorns. With his gift accepted, Harry shifts closer, half teasing, but looking to see if you'll push him. Looking to see if you'll let him stay. And you do. You sit up, scooting into his side while opening your botany book. It's tilted in your lap so Harry can see the pages too, see illustrations and pictures of the things he'd seen in the gardens.

But you flip to another part of the book, voice soft with a softer smile on your face as you point to the page. "This section has plants from other parts of the world. I've never seen them before either."

And Harry is drawn in immediately, focused on your voice as you read aloud, near lulled into a trance by the combination of your voice and your finger sliding across the page as you narrate. The world is so big, there's so much to see, and here you are, sharing it with him without a second thought. Perfect, you are.

• Rumbling, Bonecrusher bends and you make a startled noise when he grabs you by the back of your covering and your little feet leave the ground. Lifting you up as you drop the box you were carrying and the contents go everywhere. Leaning down, he vents to pull your scent deep. Checking for the smell of other Cybertronians before he starts walking since he’s had to release two other claimed humans. “Sir?!” You yelp, legs kicking as you frantically reach up to grab at his servos. “Please, put me down, sir!”

• Dammit. Swinging slightly to make you realize that you apparently have a hitherto unknown issue with heights, you yell at other staff the giant strides past. And get sympathetic looks, but no one says a word. Because really? If one of the Cybertronians decide to yoink someone, there’s not a lot that anyone can do to stop them. You’re pretty sure if it comes down to your wellbeing or having an incident that might level a city, that no one’s going to protest you disappearing. What’s he even want with you? Is he going to squish you? You’ve heard some of them calling humans squishies. “Help!”

• Clearing his vents as you yell, he carries you to the area that’s been allotted to him and his fellow Constructicons. Who turn to stare as you scream for help, still kicking as your field shrieks to broadcast your terror. Skittish little thing, but he gets it. You’re tiny and they’re not. “Found one,” he growls, lifting you higher as you claw at his servos. Decided they’ve been neglected because maybe your kind are intimidated that there’s six of them. That they’re a package deal. “Got us a little conjunx to bring our energon and wash us,” he adds as Scavenger just stares at him and Mixmaster starts laughing.

• What? Did you just get voluntold that you’re now a caretaker? Without the pay? “I’m not supposed to be here,” you try and they stare at you. ‘Are you courting a mech?’ The giant growls and your mouth opens and closes. Courting? Courting like… romantically? “No!” You blurt, horrified. How do they think that would even work? Why do they think you would? Nope. You have to be misunderstanding them, something getting lost in translation. ‘Then you’re ours now,’ he says. And that’s not how this works. At all. Can’t just kidnap you and tell you that you’re theirs. Except, you don’t know how to stop them as the one carrying you introduces himself and his buddies.

The party wasn't at all what she described—in fact, it was the complete opposite.

Just a couple people?

Almost the entire school was there.

Taking it easy?

Majority of them were sloshed off Lefou's Brew—Gil somehow managed to smuggle it in—and acting like complete animals.

Listening to some music?

The party was one more unce-unce song away from becoming a fucking rave.

'I knew I should've brought my book down here...'

And then there was you.

The princess sitting on the marble bench while she sipped her spiced cider, watching all of the merriment from the sidelines while routinely tugging on her too-short dress, counting down the nanoseconds until Miranda gave her the go-ahead to leave for the night.

And while everyone else was too busy living it up to notice, a certain blue-haired pirate couldn't help but be intrigued by your stand-offish demeanor.

Deciding she wanted some entertainment, Uma tossed her cup over her shoulder, making her way over to you.

Much to your dismay.

"Don't even," you groaned, taking a heavy gulp of your cider before holding up your hand to stop her, "I've had enough swamp barbs for today. If you wanna torment someone, go find Gil or something."

"Chill, princess," she chuckled, eyes flicking to the bench before turning to you. "I just wanna chat."

Wary, you looked her up and down, scanning for any sort of malicious intent, and, surprisingly, you found none.

So you let out a sigh, avoiding eye contact as you slid over, making some room to sit.

"I noticed you weren't as festive as the other shrimp floatin' around here," she remarked, taking a seat, glancing at you out the corner of her eye.

"S'cause they're all sloshed," you scoffed, taking a sip of your drink. "I bet half of these people couldn't tell you their name."

She chuckled, "But not you, right?" her brow raised, snatching a cup out of someone's hand as they passed by.

"Nope. I got business to handle tomorrow, which means I gotta stay sharp."

Uma paused for a moment, surprised by your answer.

Being a princess, she expected you to say something like Oh, I only drink champagne or My mother would never approve or something square like that

But she could actually relate to what you said.

She gave you a respectful nod, showing her approval, "I like that... At least someone here's got a clue."

"No kidding," you agreed, watching as a drunk Brodie Dunbroch got ready to shoot an apple off the head of Miranda's eldest brother, Milo. "Y'know, I know this is off topic but I forgot to tell you on the tour that the dating pool here sucks."

Not that you spoke from experience... but Miranda told you to tell all the female new arrivals as a precaution, anyway.

"Eh, what's a few boy toys here and there," she shrugged before turning to the son of Robin Hood, who was standing across the way, watching her.

Effortlessly, she threw on a lazy, flirty smile, sending him a sly wave.

It worked like a charm.

Just going off looks alone, Richard was a golden boy, six feet of lean muscle and charm—which rivaled that of Flynn Rider—with soft blonde hair and a pearly smile that made all the girls swoon.

But the moment his eyes landed on Uma, he was redder than a pepper, blush spreading all the way to the tips of his ears.

'Damn, she's good...'

"I take it you're not used to being on the receiving end of that... 'specially with the way you were eyein' Harry this morning."

Your eyes turned into saucers, and you nearly spit out your drink.

"Excuse me?" you furrowed your brows, sharpening your tone just a bit.

"Don't play dumb with me, princess. We both know you're smarter than that," she bit right back, not letting up. 

Out of nervous habit, you glanced away, your eyes ironically landing on Harry, who seemed to be having an interesting chat with Helena, daughter of the Enchantress—the witch who cursed Beast.

Feeling watched, his eyes flitted behind the redhead, only to see your sparkling gems staring at him from across the courtyard.

'Adorable...'

Slyly, he shot you another wink, your face warming at the shit-eating grin rising to his lips.

Helena noticed this, and turned around to see what he was looking at, only find you as the object of his attention.

Her sickeningly sweet smile dropped to a scowl in a second.

You turned away before you could see any more, facing Uma with renewed vigor.

"Okay, and what if a was?" you rolled your eyes, feigning indifference.

"Then I'd tell you to stay away from what's mine," her voice lowered, serious.

You were completely taken aback.

Hers?

'Was she not just flirting with Richard like two seconds ago?'

"Yours?" you scoffed, brows furrowed.

"Yes, mine," she clarified, not missing a beat. "Auradon or not, I still got my crew. And in unknown territory I can't have my first mate distracted by any princess with a pulse."

"I don't think that's your decision to make," you fired back, incredulously.

You didn't even know why you were fighting her about it.

You'd already decided for yourself earlier that Harry was off limits, so why care?

'If I'm not gonna go for someone, then it's because I don't want to. Not because some piece of calamari told me I couldn't.'

"Don't think 'cause I'm in this prep school I won't rock you right here, right now," she warned, leaning in closer. "Choose your next words carefully."

But you didn't waver, sharing the same intensity in your glare.

"Don't think 'cause I was raised in a castle that I won't defend myself. These other princesses might be sheltered, but I assure you, I am not."

You were bluffing your ass off.

Sure, in a normal fist fight you could probably hold your own pretty decently.

But against a girl who could turn herself into a sea monster?

'As if.'

You figured if you faked it long enough, you'd make it out with all your teeth intact.

Uma paused for a moment, scanning your face one final time, before she suddenly pulled back with a laugh, a smile stretching across her lips.

'What...?'

"I like you," she chuckled, standing up from her seat. "Imma go see what lover boy's all about."

And with that, she walked away, leaving you sitting there with the equivalent of emotional whiplash.

"I don't think I'll ever understand the VKs," you exhaled, slumping in your seat and finishing off your cider.

It wasn't long after that you threw in the towel.

You wished Miranda goodnight, narrowly avoiding her dragging you back to the party with her super-strength, before starting back up to your dorm, practically slumping against the door once you made it inside.

Your day had been a whirlwind, to say the least, and your body wanted absolutely nothing more than to sprawl out on the bed and catch some Zs.

But, even with the late, or rather, early hour—two to be exact—you didn't allow it.

First, you changed into some more comfortable clothes—some pajama shorts and a flimsy, green tank top—before straightening up the mess Miranda had made in her attempt to find you the perfect dress.

Once all that was done, you finally sat down at your desk, opening up your chemistry textbook and pulling out your notepad to write with.

'Alright, Chapter Eight: Acids and Bases...'

But before you could even read the first word, someone frantically knocked on your door.

"Faldi Faldonza!" you groaned, throwing your head back in anguish.

You had half the mind to ignore it.

And, honestly, you did, returning to your book and pretending to be asleep.

But it wasn't long before the frantic rap turned into a distressed bang, completely disrupting your flow.

"Fine! I'm coming!" you caved, roughly pushing your chair back in and storming toward the door.

If Maleficent herself wasn't burning the school down, heads were going to roll.

"Miri, I swear to God, if this is some kind of jo—" 

Swinging the door open, you never in a million years would have expected to see Harry Hook on the other side.

Especially not looking like that.

"Shit," he panted, breathless, as he clutched his stomach, leaning against the door frame for support. 

It had to be your dorm...

"Can I... mph! ...Can I come in?"

Faldi Faldonza - Oh my God

Storybrooke was a lovely place to live. The townspeople were devoted to the community. Maybe it was because they were all fairytale creatures who couldn’t find full comfort in the modern world.

You came to town with Emma. A strange proposition from your friend and soon enough your bags were packed and you were sharing a new apartment with your closest friend who was in the middle of a custody battle, Adorbs.

 Through all the drama and struggles and threats to your safety, you were struggling to find peace in your daily life. As you met more and more of the characters you read about over a hundred times, you forgot how desensitized you were from crazy.

That was only furthered when you met a man with a hook and a ship. When his name fell from his lips you froze in place. Your brain worked double time to come to terms with that you unfortunately found the real-life Captain Hook. You almost laughed in his face, but you swallowed your thoughts of how absurd your life was and shook his hand. 

Even worse it was evident the attraction was mutual. He made far too many comments at you, though you never disliked it. You feigned annoyance, he even offered to stop. You stayed silent when he asked if you wanted him to stop. Hook chuckled and nodded, muttering about how it was exactly what he expected. You can only wander around town and run into him so many times before your resolve breaks. 

The final straw was so insanely boring and domestic you even disliked that it was your final straw. You and Emma were on your weekly grocery shopping trip. Emma couldn’t give up the reins of the cart, instead slapping your hands away. You took up the job of searching the list and dropping your items into the cart. Emma ranted to you about unsure sheriff problems, going into insane detail. She finished the story as you finished the first half of the list. She sighed and relaxed her face, erasing the almost perpetual wrinkle between her eyebrows. You gave her a comforting smile and patted her shoulder. You started explaining to her your struggles. You headed three feet away from the cart, getting Henry’s favorite cereal from the shelf. 

“Of course, I told Grumpy that. Of course, I was met with grumpiness. I just told him I would like him to stop leaving his coal dust all offer the diner tables. I told him we have a bathroom with a working sink and he told me I should shut up and work in the mines myself. I told him I’m not diminishing your work, I know you work very hard. Your work is the backbone of our town, however, you could wash your hands before-“ As you joined Emma at the cart, dropping the box in the cart, Hook decided your shopping was an open invitation. He stood at the foot of the cart, smiling at the both of you. Emma sighed and dropped her shoulders, leaning closer down to the cart. 

“Can we help you, Hook?” Emma asked. Hook ignored her, moving his eyes to you. He rolled his shoulders, straightening his back. He tucked his hook into his belt. 

“Are you busy this weekend?” Hook asked, still ignoring Emma’s protests of his nearby existence. You held your breath, trying to find the proper reaction in your mind. Your hand traveled under the cart and held onto Emma’s hand on the handle. 

“I just think we could enjoy a meal together.” Hook added, looking away from you as you continued to stare mouth agape at him. Emma’s hold on your hand tightened, trying to gain your attention. It did nothing. 

Your mind reeled trying to calculate what exactly was happening. Captain Hook from the fairy tale Peter Pan was asking you out on a date. Aside from the obvious glaring strangeness staring at you, it was startling anyway. You just assumed he was more of a flirt-and-do-nothing-about-it type and not like a flirt-and-actually-do-something-about-it type. Emma’s elbow quickly jutted out and right into your ribs. You groaned and released her hand. You pressed your palm into the spot where you suspected a bruise to be growing in a few hours. 

“Right, well. If you’re a little busy right now,  I can go. Obviously, you’re going through a little something now.” Hook muttered, taking a step back away from your basket. Your hand shot out towards him. 

“No, I'm free. All weekend actually.” You said, a little too eagerly for your liking. You released your rib, hiding your hands behind your back. Hook froze and stared at you for a moment which made your stomach twist. He nodded like he was finally accepting it. He left soon after giving you the details of when you were going to meet at Granny’s. You turned to Emma, finding her reading the nutrition facts of a jar of alfredo sauce 

“Did you know that alfredo sauce has 4% iron?” Emma muttered. You stared at her, finding your mind empty with responses. 

“Wow.” You whispered, letting her have her moment. Emma nodded and st the sauce back into the cart, pushing it forward again. ”You don’t have a reaction from what just happened?” You asked, glancing down at the list again. Emma snorted. 

“Oh please. He asked me for advice on how to ask you out. Not to mention the tension between you two is so dense, I can barely breathe.” Emma pulled down a bag of pita chips. You hummed, taking the bag out of her hands and throwing it into the cart. 

The date was the start of something fresh and freeing. Killian was charming and your laughs were so loud and constant Granny kept glancing over at your table. You didn’t notice, smiling at Killian so bright he forgot where he was. The food at Granny’s was always good but it was outshined by the warmth spreading between the two of you. His flirting was nothing like having his full attention. An entire evening dedicated to furthering the relationship between you two. 

You both awkwardly stood outside the door to Granny’s after, staring at each other. You thought through the night, choosing your next actions slowly. You smiled at Killian and shoved your hands in your pockets. 

“You don’t have roommates we don’t know about on your ship, do you?” You asked. Killian paused and stared at you with wide eyes. He shook his head. 

“No, why?” Killian asked, raising a brow at you. You pressed your lips together to hide the excitement growing. You held your arm out at him. Killian moved forward and hooked your elbows together. 

“Show me your ship, Killian.” You said, releasing your smile and showing him its full wattage. Killian let a short laugh, leading you towards the docks. 

Killian had an air about him that lured you in from the moment you met him. This was something entirely different. You moved together like you knew each other's next three moves. It was slow and yet not patronizing. He took his sweet time cherishing every inch of your body, pausing to stop and watch your reactions. You laughed through your date and giggled through your night. Killian seemed to quite enjoy kisses that turned into laughs against each other, doing everything in his power to give you your pleasure and humor. By the end of it, you two were so tuckered out you flopped next to each other and didn’t move or recognize each other’s existence until after you caught your breath. 

Killian turned his head to face you, still huffing. His hair was plastered to his forehead. He chuckled and gently patted your cheek. 

“Yeah?” He asked, his words still breathy. You nodded, laughing at his audacity to ask. 

“Yeah.” Killian nodded at your affirmation, sighing and flinging his arm out off the bedside. You sat up and took in your surroundings. You reapplied your mind to the real world, away from the warm and soft words of Killian’s attention. You scooted to the edge of the bed, pulling your underwear from the floor. Killian sat up, his hand brushing against your back. 

“Where are you off to? We haven’t even had the chance to discuss a round three?” Killian muttered, pressing a light kiss to your bare shoulder. You laughed at him, shaking your head in amusement. 

“Oh! You’re funny.” You replied, standing up to pull on your clothes. Killian whined, melting into the sheets where your body was. His hand reached out for you, dragging down your thigh to your knee. 

“Where could you possibly need to be that’s more important than my post-coital care, aye?” Killian asked still trying to grip onto you as you pulled up your pants. You shook your head, following the trail of his discarded black clothes. Killian groaned again as you left his circle of reach. 

“I just need to get home. I have to shower, dress for bed, debrief, drink some tea, brush my teeth, work on some things I didn't finish yesterday, and sleep. Unfortunately, I do believe to share a bed with you is to share a bed with temptation.” You found both your socks thank goodness. You almost lost the right one, finding it under his bed. Killian sat up and smiled proudly. 

“Well, we've already lusted. What's the harm in a little more?” Killian asked, grinning up at you. You leaned forward towards him, cupping his cheeks. You gently pecked his lips, lingering for a brief moment to give him a proper goodbye. You pulled back to find Killian’s eyes still shut and his chin pointed up in expectation for more. 

“Because I need my sleep. Though your offer is tempting. Goodnight, Killian.” You said, picking up your shoes and heading for his door. Killian hummed and returned your good night. 

The night between you two was held close to your heart as you continued to speak to Killian. You hadn't gone alone on another date but every accidental run-in was cheery.

A few weeks passed and you felt off. You had plenty of signs and you felt like you had left your marbles. You confided in Emma what you thought was happening and she was dragging you to the closest bathroom with a pregnancy test in hand. She kept the little pink plus sign under wraps as you pulled from Killian. 

You weren't sure what to do at all. You wanted to think and decide. You weren't sure if you wanted to even tell Killian. You weren't even sure if you were okay with Emma knowing. When she tucked you into her side and gently hummed you to sleep you were proud of your decision to tell her. 

You didn't get the chance to decide if you were going to tell Killian before you and Emma were rushing after Henry into Neverland. You followed her around as you and the rest of the group were dragged around after the red X on the map.

Still, you kept your distance from Killian. He tried to start a conversation with you, shooting a bad flirt at you that you would've groaned at before. You stayed silent, ignoring him entirely. Killian scoffed and left your side. You kept it out of your mind as you focused on Henry. 

Your stomach dropped when Killian explained the requirements of the Echo Cave. You froze in front of the entrance, your hand shooting out for Emma's. Killian noticed and hesitated before entering the cave. Emma stopped and joined you at your side. She held onto your hand, reassuring you as she pulled you into the cave.

First up was Killian. He stood at the ledge and turned around to face you. Mary-Margret sidestepped to stay out of the way. Your grip on Emma's hand tightened and she held you steady. Killian let out a sigh and raised his eyes to you. 

“I didn’t think I was ever going to be able to love after I lost Milah, and then I met you. I know we only went on one date but we both know it was a long time coming. I love you, I do.” Killian said. The cave shook as the stone bridge appeared, jutting out into the gap. You held onto Emma's arm as you both fell into each other.

The floor stabilized and you pulled back, huffing in frustration. Emma straightened up keeping her hand on yours. Killian tried to catch your eyes, staring into the side of your face. You couldn't face him, your mind was still rushing through his words. 

You weren't sure if he was being honest. Though the Cave thought he was so you suppose… 

You didn't want to spill your secret, you could see the outrageous reaction. David would probably chide you over your dangerous actions like you're his kid or something. You can already hear his words, fighting lost boys is no behavior for someone pregnant.

You turned your face away from Killian, leaning against Emma's shoulder. You stayed silent during Mary-Margaret and David's confessions. It wasn't your business truly. You swallowed down a gasp but kept your nose out of it. You thought maybe David would go easy on you for your dangerous activities today. If he didn't you could easily point out that he was walking around diseased during all your time in Neverland. 

You stared at the gap between the bridge and the ledge. There was space between the two large enough for one more secret. Emma needed this. You were doing this for her, and Henry. You hadn't released Emma's hand yet and you doubted you would be anytime soon. Emma nodded and gently rubbed your arm in reassurance. You turned around to face the group, trying to catch Killian's eyes through the unhappy couple. 

“Killian.” You whispered, already hearing the pain in your own voice. You didn't want to tell him like that. Not here in this cave. Not here on this island. Not here in front of this crowd. You wanted to go home.

The couple separated, spreading apart so you could see Killian. His mouth was parted and he froze in his place. You couldn't face or speak to him this entire trip and now that it was time to spill your secret you asked for him specifically. His mind reeled as he pieced together that you might finally tell him what he did wrong that caused your reaction. 

“I didn't want to tell you like this. I'm not even sure if I wanted to tell you, period. I think I wanted you to pack your things, get on your ship, and sail off into the sunset scot-free. I didn't want to face the chance of rejection when it came to your love. I can't stomach that. I just wanted to hide the truth so you could think I was just some strange individual who had no empathy for you. You could grow distaste for me and live freely on the sea, not chained down with me.” The cave stayed silent as you such in a breath to stabilize yourself. Mary Margaret had clutched onto her sleeve, staring at you intensely. David was watching Mary-Margaret, trying to figure out what she caught onto. Killian was starstruck. 

He hated to say it but you looked so gorgeous in this damn cave. He was confused and felt like he might lose his balance. Killian hated this cave. He hated this situation. He hated that you had to spill whatever secret you had in a place like this. He wanted you to tell him organically. He wanted you to explain it all to him on your own terms. Now your hand was forced. 

Emma dropped your hand and held onto your shoulder. She squeezed it and you let out an unsteady breath. You weren't going to cry on this god-forsaken island. You held Killian's eyes, you weren't going to break eye contact when you told him this. 

“I'm pregnant.” The air was sucked out of the cave as Mary-Margaret let out a quiet gasp. She clamped her hand over her mouth, her eyes shooting to Killian's quickly. Killian froze, his body turning into a statue. David’s mouth opened, staring at you. Just as you opened your mouth to apologize for never telling Killian until now, the cave shook. You were tousled and fell into Emma. Mary-Margaret held onto the cave wall. David shot for her, trying to find comfort in his wife. Mary-Margret held onto him, her fingers digging into his arm.

 The floor stood solid. You slowly pulled from Emma's arms, looking at the bridge. It was complete, thank the stars. Emma released your shoulders from her hold and cupped your cheeks instead. 

“You'll be okay?” She whispered, her eyes slipping towards Killian for a brief second. You nodded quickly, shooing her down the bridge. She left you standing alone, heading for Neal’s cage. You awkwardly floated next to Killian, waiting for him to regain his bearings. He straightened up and turned to you quickly. Killian held onto your hand, letting your other hand hold on his wrist. Your fingers trailed along the edge of metal and skin, toying with his hook from nervousness. He stared into your eyes. 

“You're pregnant.” Killian’s voice was breathy, still laced with shock. You nodded, not positive your voice could stay steady.

“Why didn't you tell me? Why would you want me to leave you alone like this?” Killian asked. You hated the hurt in his voice, it made you feel nauseous. Your nausea reminded you of the morning sickness in store for you in a few months. You imagined comforting yourself after hunching over the toilet. Emma would help, of course she would but it's not the same as Killian. You thought of waking up in the middle of the night from kicking and having no one’s hand to press against the little foot. You shrugged. 

“I didn't want to hold you back from pirating or whatever it is that you get up to. A baby is a lifetime subscription, I didn't think you would want it like this. It's unexpected. Completely. We haven't even gone on a second date and now we've made an entirely new person.” you glanced away to see Mary-Margaret pretending not to listen by staring at the cave wall. Emma had reached the cage, but Neal was still inside, unfortunately.

“I want it. I want all of it. Forget pirating I have a baby. I wish you told me before but I understand why you didn't. We’ve done plenty more together. We don't need dates, we save each other from Lost Boys and other fairytale shit.” Killian said, dropping your hand to cup the side of your face. You leaned into his palm, smiling at him gently. Killian leaned forward and nudged your nose with his. He waited patiently, giving you plenty of time to refuse his advancement. You lurched forward and pressed your lips against his. Killian released your cheek and slipped his hand behind you to press into your back. You held him closer by the back of his head. The kiss threw you right back into your first date together, wrapping you both up in a swirling warmth. You hummed into his lips, tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss. 

Killian Jones finding a woman attractive was nothing special. He’s had his fair share of dalliances over the years. Ever since what happened to Milah, Killian was in no hurry to find the so-called “true love” and settle down. His never-ending adventures at sea kept him plenty occupied—and so did his hunt for his Crocodile.

It was no surprise then that the woman named Emma Swan would draw his eye. She was just his type: bold, determined, and a natural leader. His interactions with her in the Enchanted Forest left him intrigued, and his curiosity of her only grew when they returned to Storybrooke and defeated Cora together. He expected his infatuation with Emma to grow the more time he spent with her, but what he was not expecting, was you to catch his eye instead.

The son of Prince Charming and Snow White, brought to a world without magic together with Emma as babies, put into a foster home. Despite all your bad luck as children, your inability in finding a place to call home, at least you managed to stay together. And as Henry brought her back to Storybrooke to break the curse, you followed with. You weren’t a Saviour like her, not by a long shot. But you did have your own skills and abilities, something that came with being a devilishly cunning detective. However much she hated to admit it, Emma would oftentimes turn to you for help in hunting down a bounty. A difficult bounty for her meant an afternoon of idle searching for you.

You never turned down an opportunity to tease her about it and she never hesitated to roll her eyes at you. Nonetheless, you felt incredible protective of her. You may just have been a few minutes older than her, but that didn’t stop you from putting on the big brother act—something she didn’t always appreciate.

Which is why, when you saw a certain pirate unashamedly flirting with her, those brotherly instincts kicked in immediately. You knew Hook was helping your family in getting Henry back from Neverland, providing passage on his ship, the Jolly Roger, and offering his being a guide on the island. But those facts did not give him the right to flirt with your sister.

You had already been at odds with the man when, at your arrival to the island, the ship was attacked by  a school of mermaids. Hook had stumbled in your direction and taken hold of the most stable thing closest to him—which happened to be you. His hand had gripped your waist, his hook coming to your chest as he fell against you. The closeness of his breath stirred something within you, something not entirely uncomfortable. Of course, it was not his fault that the ship veered to the side and that you had been closest to him when he stumbled, but that didn’t stop you from pushing him away from you the moment the ship steadied.

“My apologies,” he said, quite out of breath. His blue eyes were remarkably clear in the moonlight. “I usually offer a drink before getting so close to someone.”

Your glare was your only answer.

“I don’t believe we have been properly introduced.” He extended his hand for you to shake. You looked at it uncertainly.

“I’m Emma’s brother,” you said simply.

His eyebrow raised. “So you must be the infamous town sheriff y/n Swan. I s’pose good looks do run in the family.”

You began to scoff, but then your brain was able to fully comprehend his words. “I never told you my name.”

Hook glanced away, his confident smirk faltering. He cleared his throat. “I may have, er, asked someone for it.”

You shifted your head to meet his eye. “Someone?”

He let out a sigh. “I wanted to know who the handsome man that was traveling with us is, so yeah, I asked around. Really, you should be flattered.”

You scoffed at the grin that flashed across his face and turned on your heel. Like you’d said—shameless flirt.

Later, while searching Neal’s hideout, you watched him flash that same grin when talking to Emma. He stepped much closer, leaning towards her. You couldn’t stomach watching it. And you told yourself it was because she deserved better than a good-for-nothing scoundrel like him. No other reason.

So you watched from afar, leaned against the cave walls, as Hook winked at your sister. Emma glared at him, unimpressed. At least you wouldn’t have to worry about her falling for his charms. She was much too clever for that. You saw her walk away from him, away from the hand that he had reached forward to her and you smiled with grim satisfaction. But before you could step forwards, out of the shadows, David had approached Hook.

“Let me give you a bit of advice, Hook,” he said. “She’s never gonna like you.”

Hooks eyebrows shot into the air. “Is that so?”

“How could she?” David’s voice was laced with venom. “You’re nothing but a pirate.”

He seemed to want to reply, but nothing came out, and David walked away. Hook’s gaze followed him, his hand running down his face.

“He’s right, y’know,” you said, stepping forward.

A low growl slipped from his throat, Hook turning to face you. He looked almost crestfallen. “Can I not get enough of your bloody family?”

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow. “And here I was thinking you’d be glad to see me.”

Hook let out a dry chuckle. “Oh, I am very glad, love.”

“There’s that charm of yours,” you remarked humourlessly.

He smiled cheekily. “Doesn’t seem to be working on your sister, though.”

“Yeah,” you hummed. Step after step brought you closer to the pirate. You watched him closely, noting the way his eyes jumped over your figure. “Speaking of, we need to have a chat.”

He nodded absentmindedly, raising his finger to rub against his lips. The movement drew your eye to them. You knew he had noticed your gaze before you managed to tear it away when his lips curled into a smirk. You rolled your eyes. Goddamned pirate.

“If you’re going to stare at me like that, I’m going to get some mixed signals, love.” His voice was as smug and sweet as honey, only managing in irritating you more.

You were not known to be calm and level-headed. Anyone who was close to you knew to keep away when your anger threatened to burst, like an erupting volcano. Emma had once stolen one of your favourite pencils as a child and you had gotten back at her by spilling ink all over her favourite stuffed animal. But Hook did not know you well enough. He smiled sweetly.

Two steps forward and you were stood right in front of him, pressing against his chest. Rum and leather and sea salt filled your nose. The smell of him was overpowering and intoxicating all at once. You pressed one arm against his throat, pushing him back against the cave wall, the other bracing yourself against it. He grunted at the impact, groaning in displeasure, before meeting your gaze steadily.

“And to what do I owe this pleasure?”

The words growled out of your throat, through your gritted teeth. “Stay away from Emma, got it?”

“You may have gotten the good looks of your family. Not the manners, though,” he said lazily.

You cocked your head. “No, that is more my parents’ style.”

“You do have more of a bite than them,” he said. Then he tilted his head, as if in thought. “Huh, well, aren’t you a dark Swan, love? Or do you prefer Black Swan?”

Your brows knit together but you chose to ignore his words. Instead, you said, “I do agree with David that Emma will never fall for you, so you might as well give up now.”

Hook’s eyebrow raised. “If you’re so sure she won’t fall for me, why even bother threatening me? Surely, my flirting must be harmless.”

Your brows knitted together in suspicion. His eyes were annoyingly blue, piercing straight into yours. “Just leave her alone, Hook.”

“Does it bother you?”

“Does what bother me?” you asked, rolling your eyes.

“My flirting with her.” He leant forward a bit, throat straining against your arm. “Swan, are you jealous?”

You opened your mouth to protest. You? Jealous? Ridiculous. Then you noticed that his lips had curled into a cheeky smirk. “No,” you bit out.

Hook blinked, raising an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Heard you were quite the detective out in the Land of No Magic.”

Your head cocked to the side. “Yeah, so?”

He simply hummed, head falling back against the stone walls. His eyes traveled across your figure before jumping up to meet your gaze through his lidded eyes, something unintelligible in those swirls of blue. You ignored the warmth that pooled in your stomach at the sight of him like that.

“I will leave her alone,” he said calmly. “You have my word.”

You tried to detect the mischievous thoughts that were surely lying behind his eyes, but came up empty. You had no idea if he was telling the truth or not, but you let him go and stepped back in one swift moment. He cleared his throat, rubbing one hand across his collarbone.

“Fine,” you said, glancing away from his steely gaze. You weren’t sure what to do with yourself then, and you cleared your throat uncomfortably.

“Shall we?” Hook asked, gesturing to where the others had gone.

“Yeah,” you said simply, walking past him briskly.

You didn’t know what had suddenly overcome you or why you were now so uncomfortable in Hook’s presence. For the rest of that day, every time you glanced in his direction to make sure he was heeding your words of staying away from Emma—to which he did—you felt as if your nerves were standing on end. And on occasion, when he happened to be glancing your way as well and your eyes met, you felt shivers travel down your body, forcing you to break his eye contact. You thought you could see a smirk playing across his lips in those moments, but you chose to ignore him.

That same evening, you had found out David and Hook been ambushed by the Lost Boys. Apparently, Captain Hook had risked his life saving David from a poisonous arrow with Nightshade on it. You almost wanted to laugh at the idea of Hook doing something so heroic, but at the sight of David’s serious face you merely took a swig of the offered flask, like the others. You caught his eye right before he turned and stepped away from the others. You followed him behind a tree.

“I heard what you did for David,” you said. He stopped and turned to face you. “Thank you, Killian.”

His smile didn’t seem to reach his eyes. “I wouldn’t leave your father to perish on this island.”

You nodded, glancing away for a moment before meeting his eye. “I must ask, did you do it to get in my sister’s good graces?”

“I thought you weren’t jealous.” His eyebrow raised.

“Answer the question,” you bit out.

His smile dropped as he met your gaze. “No, I didn’t do it for her. I did it for you. And because it was the right thing to do.”

You couldn’t help the scoff that escaped you. “So now you’re all righteous, huh?”

Hook cocked his head. “I’ve always been chivalrous,” he said. “And, well, it doesn’t take a genius to know that getting your father killed would not help my courting you.”

You chose to ignore those last few words, your smile holding no warmth. “You’re right. You are no genius,” you said.

 “This doesn’t sound like a thank you,” Hook remarked, raising his eyebrows.

You let out a sigh, looking down at the ground beneath your feet. “I’m sorry.”

He scratched the nape of his neck. “Perhaps you could show me some gratitude to make it up to me.”

His gaze was dark underneath his eyelashes, his lips curling into a smirk. You thought you knew what he was implying. You wouldn’t let him get off that easily, though.

“Uh, yeah,” you said, the corners of your mouth lifting. “That was what the ’thank you’ was for.”

“Mmm,” Hook hummed. He took a step closer, so close now you could count his eyelashes. “Is that all your father’s life is worth to you?”

You rolled your eyes. “Please, you couldn’t handle it.”

“Perhaps,” he whispered, face leaning much closer to you. You could feel his breath against your skin. “It’s you who couldn’t handle it.”

Your eyes jumped between his, then to his lips. Those damned lips, curled into that damned smile. Oh Gods, why did you have to be attractive to a pirate. Without leaving any time for you to think your actions through, you took ahold of his jacket and pulled his face towards yours.

Hook let out a surprised gasp, which you swallowed into the kiss. He dragged himself closer, hand clinging to your waist. You felt his chest press hard against you as his lips moved against yours. It was harsh, quick, and angry—just like your feelings for him.

The warmth in your stomach deepened as you pressed yourself impossibly closer to him. One hand made its way into his dark hair, pulling lightly against it. He let out a deep moan at the movement, his eyes shooting open and lips pulling away for a moment.

You smiled at the sight of him, red-lipped, cheeks flushed and eyes full of desire. “Too harsh for you, captain?”

He groaned at your words, capturing your lips once more. His hook was pressing your waist against his as his hand grabbed your neck, bringing you into him. He was truly and well intoxicating.

Hook pulled away again, breath coming out in short bursts. “So I’m not good enough for your sister, but I’m good enough for you.”

You cocked your head and shrugged. “I’m not as good as she is.”

He smiled into the kiss when you pulled him closer again. His teeth captured your bottom lip lightly, but the feeling made a smile of your own erupt across your face.

“I don’t know,” Hook said. “I think you’re pretty good.”

“Killian.”

“My name has never sounded sweeter.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, smile still playing across your lips.

“With pleasure,” he murmured while pulling you close again.

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