#secondstartotherightimagines

“Give him back his heart and I will tell him to leave. He is only here for me. If I tell him that the saviour is his love then he will have no reason to stay here.”

The boy seriously has to restrain himself from showing the smugness he felt at the fact that he has got one well and truly over the pirate. He distracted himself a little by nodding in response to what you said before helping you up onto your feet. Of course he had been looking forward to acting out the other rather elaborate plans he’d had for both the pirate and you but, for now anyway, he would let this go your way.

If he found out you were playing him again then he would quickly put aside the feelings he had towards you and make sure you were punished properly.

“No time like the present then….the sooner he leaves the sooner I can get my Lost Girl back.”

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In your whole time on Neverland there had only been two times….three at the very most….where every single pair of eyes were on you as you wandered into the main area where you would all gather on a night. Some of the boys were simply looking at you in pure confusion, unsure of what spin this little drama had now taken, but the majority (especially Felix) were looking at you with nothing but suspicion. Some going so far as to draw their weapons and aim them at them.

But your focus wasn’t on them. The fact that you had some rather dangerous items pointed in your direction didn’t even faze you in the slightest….because your eyes were on the tall man currently tied to the largest tree in camp.

“Killian….” His blue eyes looked up from the ground, locking onto you, but you didn’t see the life in them that you had grown so accustomed to. Without his heart he felt nothing; he knew who you were, what you had been through, but any emotion connected to those moments of his life had been erased temporarily. He wasn’t even able to muster a smile at the fact that you were still alive.”…listen to me and listen to me good Pirate.”

The word itself had never bothered you, having been part of Killian’s crew for so many years before coming to this island, but right now you were putting on a show in front of the boys and they needed to hear the disgust in your voice because after everything that had happened they needed the reassurance that they still had the loyalty of their only Lost Girl.

Peter himself was getting ready for the highlight of this little show that you were putting on and looked so comfortable in his wooden chair that a tub of popcorn balancing on his lap wouldn’t have looked all that much out of place at all.

“You are going to forget EVERYTHING about me….” The pirate’s brows furrowed slightly at your words, but he made no attempt to respond in any way vocally. “….you never met me all those years ago, you never loved me, and you most certainly never came here to find me.”

Peter had been all ready to wear that infamous smirk of his as you gave Killian his heart, telling him to leave both the island and you, but the way this seemed to be going now was completely off script. This hadn’t been discussed at all. A big part of him was now wanting to put an end to this, drag you aside and ask what the hell you were doing, but the curiosity in him far outweighed the controlling part of his nature and so instead he remained where he was to see just how all this unfolded.

“You will go home to your precious little saviour and never step foot on the shores of Neverland again.”

A wave of murmurs passed through the camp as each of the boys started to speculate about what was going on, about why you were now turning against the pirate you had been so hell bent on leaving the island with , there was far too much confusion for them right now.

Without saying another word, you drove his heart back into his chest with far more force than was probably necessary, using the move to unleash some of the anger you were feeling, and simply stepped away from his now unconscious form (thanks to your brute force) without so much as a second look at him.

“Drag him back to that rat-infested ship of his before he wakes up and be sure to inform his scummy crew of the new restrictions now on them all.”

The boys were about to stand up and vocalise their annoyance at someone other than Pan barking them orders but as they opened their mouths not a single sound came out of them – no matter how hard they tried their voices seemed to be completely lost, Slightly was attempting to scream out so hard that his whole face had turned a beetroot red colour and his eyes…well they looked like they were close to popping right out of his head.

“You will all do as [y/n] has just told you….” Peter casually strolled past each and every one of the Lost Boys, his words aimed at them but his eyes fixed solely on you as he closed the gap between you, and it was only when he was within arms reach of you that he released the magic on them, allowing them some much needed air to their lungs. “….or I’ll gut you all like fish and if any of you want to see the sun rise tomorrow you will continue to obey both your King…..and your Queen.”

Queen. You had no idea if you’d heard him correctly but given the ear to ear grin he was throwing in your direction you could only assume that you had. Peter Pan wanted you as his Queen. You had done good. Not only had you rid yourself of someone that was destined for another but you had gained the utmost respect off the one person that had shown you down the right path.

Felix and Slightly, rather reluctantly, made their way over to the slowly awakening pirate grabbing one of his arms each but before they left the camp Peter appeared in front of them. His forest green eyes turned into two black bottomless pits as a malicious smirk tugged at his lips that were now almost touching Killian’s ear.

“I won Hook. I always win. [Y/n] will always be mine.”

Of course Killian had no idea who Pan was, or what he was even talking about, but Peter himself knew just how much the pirate had lost today….and it made him feel so very warm inside when he felt your fingers lacing themselves around his. There would be no more attempts to leave the island, no more threats against him or his boys, there was just going to be you and him ruling the island together.

Neverland was going to be your forever home.

                                   ~~~~~The End~~~~~

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With a tip of his head in the direction of the two men stood at either side of you fear started to consume you completely. As you looked dead ahead a glint of something silver hit the corner of your eye before it was swung down hard and sliced through your neck as easily as a knife would to a block of butter.

But there was no pain, not even the smallest amount, and most strange of all……you were still alive. Very much alive for that matter and currently looking down at your headless body which was now sprawled out on the ground.

“What? But I…..I don’t understand!”

The veiled Queen rose from her throne, much to the surprise of her people who had gathered for this ‘execution’, and made her way towards your head which was still being held by one of the guards. You might have swallowed nervously if you’d been able to but instead your fear is shown through your widened eyes.

Her steps were slow and precise and didn’t stop until she was so close to you she was able to whisper into your ear.

“Oh my dear this is just the beginning. I have things planned for you, a way to bring someone I need here. For now…..enjoy your new form.”

With a wave of her hand you felt yourself transforming instantly. Your body painfully contorted into shapes you never knew were even possible as a strange coloured fur sprouted up out of every inch of your skin. The whole time the change was happening you kept your eyes fixed on the woman responsible and the dark eyes you could only just make out underneath the veil.

You were never going to see Jefferson or Grace again……

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Someone was here. Someone that shouldn’t have been….you had felt the disruption to the realm when it hit you like a wave cresting in the ocean which meant that they had taken something they shouldn’t, just as you had done before you were changed. You had simply been enjoying a well-earned nap on a large tree branch when it happened so your mood was all off hilt before your eyes had even opened enough to see who it was. It was bad enough you were still stuck here as a cat of all things but to have your sleep ruined too?

You weren’t going to let it go….

“The Queen of hearts has always seen me as a threat….so she wanted so leverage. I got it back.”

The Evil Queen…what was she doing here in this realm? As your curiosity grew you padded a little closer to where the scene was taking place.

“You knew only two could go through the hat. Which is why you didn’t tell me about your father.”

Your heart almost stops completely when the second voice reaches your ear. He was here, he had found you at last, but….if he was here with her then where was your little girl?

“It was the only way to make sure you helped me.

“Wait! Wait! Please! My daughter, my Grace, I promised I would be home for tea.”

“A promise which you have now broken. If you truly cared for your daughter you would never have left her in the first place. You were right Jefferson, you don’t abandon family.”

Oh god. He hadn’t brought her with him, she was all on her own, and now the malicious bitch that was Regina was preventing him from leaving. Although you couldn’t see the scene properly, deciding to stay hidden among the blades of grass for now, sight wasn’t needed to know when she had left him stranded because a heart-breaking cry of anguish soon filled the air around you as a crowd of the Queen’s guards took him away.

Your usual yellow eyes transformed in that moment to an angry looking black as a growl emitted itself from you.

They were taking the love of your life away……taking him to her. Although you couldn’t stop them, after all what chance did a cat have against their vast number and size, you were determined to reach out to him once he was out of the Queen’s sight.

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Your long tail swished backwards and forwards as you lay comfortably on the windowsill of the room he had been confined to. He was working on making a hat that would work for the Queen, transport her to another realm, but so far after finishing off the third one not a single one had worked and he was growing more and more frustrated with each failed attempt.

“Frustration is not the key to success.”

The words had slipped out of your mouth before you’d even had time to stop them and, understandably so too, Jefferson immediately jumped up out of his seat and launched the pair of scissors that had been in his hand towards you.

Your eyes widened as a loud screech erupted from you and you quickly made yourself disappear just as the blades of the scissors flew through the spot where you had just been sat. The look of horror on your husband’s face had faltered slightly but only so pure confusion could now make an appearance on his face.

“What are you?!”

His eyes scanned the room, desperately looking for you, until he saw your form magically reappear on the table he had just been working at seconds ago. He didn’t pick up any other object to use as a weapon but just by the fact that his body was tensing up you knew he was on guard.

“I am not a what, I am a who.”

The tone of your words came out a lot harsher than you had planned on but your frustration at the fact that you couldn’t just speak normally was already beginning to take over your once relaxed mood. Something of which wasn’t helped by Jefferson simply standing there with a single eyebrow raised. You may have been a cat but even you were capable of rolling your eyes at him.

“Your heart is not as whole as it once was. See what is in front of you and a part of it will be fixed.”

“But what I see in front of me is a cat. A purple cat…..A purple cat that can talk….and disappear.”

You loved him with all of your heart but for the love of Wonderland you could really imagining yourself throttling him right now, well, if you still had your hands that was. With nothing but paws to hand it was quite the impossible feat. There was always the options of your claws but that was a little too mean and would result in nothing other than him possibly getting you chucked out by the guards. Something you didn’t want right now.

There had to be another way to show him who you really were. Something that he wouldn’t have to spend forever trying to decipher (you had always hated riddles). Ignoring his seemingly constant state of confusion you paced up and down the table, not bothering to avoid any of the pieces of fabric that were scattered over it, and tried to think.

Then it hit you so hard you wondered why you had never thought of it before. Your birthmark!

Ever since birth you’d had a dark mark on your right shoulder blade, one that almost looked to be the shape of a rabbit, and if that had somehow made an appearance in your fur, in the same kind of place, then maybe he would recognise it and put two and two together.

Here goes……

You stopped your pacing as you reached him and slowly turned your back to him before making the insignificant parts of your body disappear – all you needed him to see was that birthmark. Please be there, please be there…you chanted the words in your mind on an endless loop until a gasp snapped you out of your thoughts and back to the man behind you, slowly beginning to reappear once more.

His eyes were red from the onslaught of tears he was already trying to keep back and his brows furrowed as his breathing became a little more erratic than usual.

“[y/n]? [y/n] is it really you?”

He couldn’t believe his eyes when he had seen that rabbit just where it had always been on you….he believed you were dead and yet here you were sitting before him – you weren’t yourself but right now all he cared about was the fact that you were back in his life again.

You hit it again with your clenched-up fist expecting it to suddenly spring into life when you suddenly hear an amused laugh coming from right behind you. Pan was no longer stood where he had been before which only irritated you even more when you realised what he had done.

“You seriously need to stop doing that. It was bad enough back on Neverland but it is even worse here when I am trying to deal with other things.”

As usual he did his own thing and decided not to listen to you at all, instead deciding to lean over your shoulders as his hands snaked themselves around your waist, he was so close you could feel the smirk on his lips as he brushed past your exposed neck.

“I believe one of its many buttons is the way to get it to work. If you would stop trying to bash it to death like it was some kind of wild boar then you might figure that out.”

You extend a finger towards one of the buttons Peter had mentioned, hoping to the high heavens that he wasn’t right, last thing you needed was for that ego of his to be inflated more so than it already was. But luck wasn’t on your side today and the second you touched it a light came on and some kind of music started to sound from it.

“Let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on You got the healing that I want Just like they say it in the song Until the dawn, let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on….”

The words you heard coming from it caused your brows to furrow in utter confusion as you turned to face Peter who, inevitably so, was smirking away at the fact that he had been right. That wasn’t the first thing on your mind though, you dealt with his ego on a daily basis for decades now, no…the words that were coming from this object were far more important.

“Why….why is this box telling me to ‘get it on’….is it trying to brainwash me or something?”

“Is it working?” His hands travelled up the length of both your arms and while one went to the front of your neck, applying the smallest amount of pressure, the other grabbed your hair and yanked your head back harshly so that he was able to kiss your lips even from where he was stood behind you. “Because I wouldn’t mind if you did exactly what it was saying.”

You rolled your eyes before pushing him away with a raised eyebrow.

“Nice try but some of us actually have to work because not all of us have magic we can use to get what we want in life. Sad fact of life in this town I’m afraid.”

The look of disgust on his face was more than evident as he scrunched up his nose and you knew exactly what he was thinking….because you still thought it yourself on a daily basis. You both missed Neverland. You never had to abide by any rules there, well, besides the ones that Peter had set himself but they weren’t anything like the ones they seemed to have here. Here you had to work, earn money, and do…..grownup things.

“We will have our Neverland again one day [y/n]. I swear. Even if we have to take this town down to get it we will…..”

He walked towards you, backing you into the worktop now, as his lips came crashing down onto yours. Good god he always did know what to do to make you feel better about being here. If he hadn’t have ended up stuck here with you then you weren’t entirely sure you would have coped as well as you had. A small moan escapes you, opening your lips, and he takes this as his chance to dive his tongue in between them so that he can have it dancing with your own.

“I…have….to….go….”

Your words escaped each time his tongue stopped dancing with yours but they are muffled by his lips as his hands come to rest underneath your bum cheeks and he lifts you up onto the worktop. That was when his lips broke away from yours and travelled over to your neck to pay special attention to the exposed skin.

“Being a few minutes late won’t get you fired.”

His lips had been on your skin the whole time he spoke so it seemed to vibrate through your whole body forcing a moan to escape you. He took this sound as all the permission he needed to slip a hand up the inside of your leg and underneath the fabric of the skirt you are wearing until he reaches the soaked fabric of your knickers. The fact that you are so wet already soon brings that smirk back to his face as he clicked his fingers and although they had never even been there in the first place your underwear vanished completely.

It was mere seconds before he slid two fingers inside of you, eliciting a pleasured groan from you as your back arched slightly, he pumped them slowly to begin with – wanting to feel the tightness of your walls around them- but the more your groans filled the air around you the faster his pace became.

“Oh my god…..Peter…..”

You threw yourself backwards onto the counter so that you were fully laid on it. Your boss was going to go nuts at you for being late but at this moment in time with the waves of pleasure his fingers were sending through you there didn’t seem to be a single thought towards the repercussions of your actions

The moans that were rolling from your lips were like sweet music to Pan’s ears and had his own arousal twitching underneath the fabric of the checked pyjama bottoms he was wearing.

“You always have liked my fingers haven’t you?” His lips were so close to your ear that his voice ghosted down it, his warm breath causing your entire body to shudder underneath him as you nodded silently in response. “Are you ready for something else?”

You had bitten down onto your bottom lip in an attempt to stop yourself from reaching your climax too soon, so hard in fact that it was beginning to draw blood as you just continued to nod – the smallest of whimpers escaping you as you did. His fingers slipped out of you, the sudden absence of them bringing a disappointed groan from you, but the empty feeling in your soaking wet centre didn’t last long when you felt something much thicker entering you.

“Oh fu-“

Throwing your head into the crook of his neck as he leaned over you your teeth sank into his skin to muffle the curse word you had been about to voice. Your tight walls soon adjusted to him so he was able to thrust into you hard and deep, much to his satisfaction as his ow groans now started to fill the air around you both.

“That’s my special Lost Girl…you accept me inside of you so well.” You weren’t going to last long, you could feel that hot feeling building in your stomach as your climax started to reach the level where you wouldn’t be able to stop it, and your whimpers were sounding out regularly as you tried so hard to drag it out. A laugh vibrated through you as Peter captured your lips with his in a quick kiss. “Don’t strain yourself love….” His lips brushed across yours before travelling up your jaw line and coming to a stop on your ear. “….you have my permission to cum for me.”

It was as if his words were just what you needed to allow yourself to let go because just seconds after he had spoken your whole body tensed, his thrusts speeding up as you clenched around him, and as your cry sounded out you released yourself over him at the exact moment he reached his own climax.

“Shit [y/n]…” Completely out of breath he slowly pulled himself out of you, his eyes darkening as he witnessed a mixture of both your juices seeping out of you and onto the kitchen floor. “…that is why I chose you as my Queen.” There was a thin layer of sweat covering his exposed skin and when he was finally able to tear his eyes away from your dripping centre he wet a tea towel and handed it over to you with a smirk. “Just think….you are going to be at work ALL day with the smell of me all over you.”

It wasn’t all that bad a thought at all but his cockiness rubbed you up the wrong way and as you slid down from the worktop you threw the damp towel at him.

“Carry on with that ego and I may just have to ban you from sex for a while.”

“Something tells me you would be the one to fold first Lost Girl!”

He was right, as usual, but you weren’t about to tell him that. You wouldn’t hear the end of it for months if you did. Glancing over at the clock on the radio you roll your eyes as you realise you are already ten minutes late. With an annoyed growl you unruffled your clothes before quickly running out of your apartment.

“What the hell?”

Before you can even get an answer from your friend you find his back turned to you as he turns his focus onto the strange blonde male that had intruded on your conversation. He was tall, much more so than Peter, and the scar that ran down his face immediately had an uneasy feeling spreading through you. You didn’t like him….and you didn’t like the fact that the two of them seemed to be friends.

“Got some more lads interested, told them to meet at the skate park tonight once it is turn.”

“Nice work Felix. I’ll see you all there so that we can get the initiations done.”

Initiations? What was this….University Pledge Week? The second this Felix boy was gone you were going to throw your numerous questions at your friend and find out what was going on. You spoke about everything together so why did you know nothing of this boy or what they were talking about?

You never got chance to ask your questions though because without even so much as a ‘see you later’ Peter vanished off down the school corridor as though he had never been talking to you in the first place…..

….like you had suddenly become invisible to him.

With a look of utter shock written all over your face you grab the books for your next class from out your locker before shutting it and moving away down the corridor. Ignoring you like that wasn’t something he did at all and although it had upset you it was the first time he’d done it so you were willing to let it slide.

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“Okay class I want your assignments in by the end of the week….no excuses!” The teacher in front of the class wiped the chalkboard clean as the other students hurriedly packed their bags so that they could leave the room. “…oh and Miss [l/n] could I have a word with you please?”

There had never been a single lesson where the teacher had wanted you to stay behind once everyone else had left so immediately you swallow down hard and begin to picture all the worst case scenarios in your head…..you also thought back on everything you and Peter had done in this particular class to see if you had done something wrong. Which reminded you….where was he?

“Can you make sure that you friend receives the assignment please. I know he has gone home ill but he really needs to get a start on this.”

You were confused; he had seemed perfectly fine just moments before this class when he had been in the corridor, so how had he fallen ill so quickly. Not wanting the teacher to see your current expression in fear of getting him into trouble you simply nodded and took the work from his hands.

“Yes sir. I have a free period this afternoon so I will take it round to him then.”

Before he could say another word you turned on the balls of your feet and left the room. Something was going on here, if he was ill why hadn’t he text you? You were just going to have to find out.

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The skate park was on the way to the street you both lived on and as you neared it you could see a small group of boys sitting at the top of the highest ramp and Peter was one of them. So much for him being ill. You couldn’t believe he was ditching school without you. This was something you did together. Your jaw clenched as you grit down onto your teeth, a surge of anger beginning to course through you.

“You’re looking really ill there Peter. Sure you should be spreading your germs about?”

The sarcasm literally oozed from each of your words as you raised a quizzical brow at him. He looked at you with widened eyes before quickly climbing down so that he could speak to you without the boys overhearing.

“[y/n] what are you doing here?”

“Seriously? Your best friend comes over and that’s all you have to say?”

Your volume was rising much more than his was so his new little group of friends heard every word and it wasn’t long before a chorus of laughter spread through them and the shouts started.

“Oooo looks like Pan is in trouble with the wife!”

“She’s got him wrapped around his little finger.”

You shoot a glare over at them but don’t even bother to dignify what they were saying with a response. If this was how they were going to introduce themselves to you then they clearly weren’t worth the air you breathed.

“Boys shut it will you?!” His angered tone was aimed at the culprits behind the comments but his eyes never once left yours. “Just go will you [y/n]. Shouldn’t you be at school anyway?”

Well that felt like a punch to the gut. You’d had your arguments with each other over the years, of course, but nothing he’d said had ever made you feel like this.

“What has gotten into you?” You all but growl at him as your fists begin to clench by your side, the hand holding his assignment crumpling the paper into an indistinguishable ball. “I have a free period every Wednesday afternoon, you know that, and actually I was coming to make sure that you were okay!”

You shove the fist full of paper straight into his chest, opening it up only so that the paper was left behind and he quickly had to grab at it to stop it from falling to the floor. He was looking at you with a shocked expression on his face before he narrowed his eyes into an angry glare.

“Just piss off. You’re being a drama queen.”

His harsh words didn’t ignite an anger inside of you now, instead it caused an overwhelming upset to hit you instead, eyes already stinging at your eyes as she fought to keep them from view. Not another word was exchanged between the two of you as you ran away from the skate park.

“Nice one Pan! You don’t need to take crap from some broad.”

He didn’t answer Felix who had decided to praise him for his harshness because he was too busy watching you leave. He hated that he’d had to speak to you in such a way but it was for your own good. You were his best friend, the girl he found himself falling head over heels in love with, but his newfound gang of boys would never accept you for the amazing person that you were….they would see you as nothing more than a piece of meat and he didn’t want that for you. He had wanted so much more- like asking you to the Winter Formal after months of fighting the nerves.

“Shit…”

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It had taken an entire guilt trip from your mother for you to give in and actually attend the formal; you didn’t have a date but there were a few girls you knew who were in the same situation and so you decided to attend the event with them. It’s not like the ‘new and improved’ version of your best friend was going to be there to ruin the night so why the hell not?

It was about time you tried to have some fun and forget about the new self-inflated ego of his.

“[y/n] come on! Please come and dance with me!”

The more excited member of your small group was pulling at your arm wanting you to dance and you knew you couldn’t say no. She was the sweetest girl and all she wanted to do was have some fun, you weren’t about to be the one to take that away from her.

“Okay, okay! You’ve pulled my leg or….rather my arm!”

You laugh out a little and prepare yourself for the chaos that was the dancefloor only to find your gaze landing on the very sight you had been hoping to avoid that night. Him. Peter, the guy you had been so desperate to come here with, hadn’t spoken to you for over a fortnight and now he was sauntering into the hall with his gang of boys as though he was the best thing since sliced bread.

“[y/n] forget about him, he’s not worth it.”

Thing is……he was worth it. You had loved him so much that the pain you felt inside you every time you so much as glanced at him was enough to incapacitate you, just as it was doing right now as your eyes continued to stare at him. It wasn’t long before his wandering eyes found you and that was when you felt sick. You had seen it tugging away ever so discreetly at the corner of his lips….he was trying to smile at you.

“I’m sorry Brit but I can’t do this. I’m gonna go.”

Before your friend could even try and stop you your feet were crying you out of the gym doors. The second the cold night air hit your face the sting of the tears inside your eyes became unbearable and you had to let them fall, even if it meant that once you did they wouldn’t stop.

“[y/n]?”

Oh god now. Please not now! His voice cut through your tears and hit you straight in the heart but you didn’t turn to face him. You couldn’t. He had made it perfectly clear he didn’t want you in his life anymore. He was probably only here right now to wind you up a little more.

“What do you want? In case you hadn’t noticed I’m not really in the mood for your crap.”

“I’m sorry….”

Immediately your brows furrowed and for a brief moment your tears stopped flowing down your cheeks as you turned to face him, but then you saw the pain in his eyes and your heart just seemed to break all over again. There had only been two times in the whole time you had known him that you had seen the same kind of pain in his eyes; the first time was when he’d had to put down his pet dog and the second time was when he’d lost his grandma. Each of those times all you had wanted to do was hold him close to you….right now was no different despite the pain he had caused you.

“I should never have treated you the way that I did but I…..” He was struggling to form his words in the way he wanted to and this became apparent when he started to nibble at his bottom lip. “…this is going to sound so cliché but I did it because I care about you.” You raise a quizzical brow, not wanting to say anything right now in case it was something you ended up regretting, and silently requested that he continued with whatever this little explanation of his was. “The boys aren’t great around girls and they would never have understood how I feel about you. In fact they would have taunted you just as much as they do every-“

His words were cut off when a single finger of yours pressed itself against his lips. In contrast to the raw emotions that had been coursing through you moments before you actually found yourself smiling right now as you looked into those enchanting forest green eyes of his.

“You don’t need to say any more. It’s taken you long enough, and you were a complete ass to me, but I feel the same way you do.”

“Really?” His question came out muffled thanks to your finger but you heard him enough to be able to nod your head in response before you replaced your finger with your lips and locked him into a kiss.

It had taken the two of you far too long to admit how you felt but when you felt him deepening the kiss you had initiated you couldn’t care less because it was done. He knew how you felt and you knew how he felt….those stupid boys of his were just going to have to be dealt with at some other point. Right now this was about the two of you. No one else.

You slipped out of the hold he’d had around your waist and quickly exited the bed before he was able to stop you and started to dress yourself for your run. Although your back was turned towards him you could feel his intense gaze on you, taking in every inch of you. In the early days of your relationship with the pirate it had made you feel self-conscious, your mind racing over the imperfections you knew you had, but months down the line you loved the fact that he still found your body fascinating. He must have known every part of you as well as he did the seas and yet he still wanted to admire it.

“I’m a pirate love, it’s in my nature.”

With a roll of your eyes you pulled on your trainers and headed back over to the bed. It was a risky move, you knew that, but there was no way you were heading out before tasting those tempting lips of his. The lips that you were yours and yours alone.

“Changed your mind already have we?”

“Nope.” Leaning down towards him to capture his lips in yours you snaked a hand through his dark hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss, before pulling away completely just as a moan escaped from him. “Save that for when I get back.”

A groan of protest sounded out around you as he went to grab for your arm but you were out of the door long before he could collect himself enough to sit up properly to do so.

                                              * * * * * * * * * *

The cool, crisp, morning air was quite the relief from the heat that had started to radiate between you and Killian back in bed and wanting to feel a little cooler you quickened your pace through the forest that bordered Storybrooke. Usually you would have had music to accompany you on your run, spurring you on that little bit more, but you had left your apartment so quickly to avoid being distracted that you hadn’t picked up your phone….little frustrating but the sounds of nature filling the air around you were doing a sufficient enough job; in fact in all the time you had resided here this was the first time you had ever even heard the wildlife that lived here.

There seemed to be an entire choir of birds up in the tall trees singing but they scarpered just moments after starting when a whole collection of branches snapped nearby. No animal would have been heavy footed enough to have managed such a sound so immediately your guard was up.

“Hello?” Most people would have continued on their way, avoided the possibility of this situation getting dangerous, but you had spent so much time with Killian that there was a big part of you that was far too curious to just run away….not many people were up and about this early in the morning. There was another snap of a twig only this one sounded a lot closer than the others had been. Clearly whoever it was had made a path straight towards you. “I have my phone so if you don’t show yourself I will call the police!”

“Now we both know you are lying there sweetheart.” A disembodied voice called out from behind a small cluster of trees nearby and when your head turned to face in that direction you saw an intimidating form make its way out into the open. “It would seem that pirate scum which you call a boyfriend has really rubbed off on you. He always was very good at exaggerating the truth.”

You knew most, if not all, of the residents that lived in Storybrooke but the male that was stood before you didn’t look familiar in the slightest and the look in his eyes showed nothing but malicious intent towards you. He was playing with something in his right hand and when you dared to take your eyes off him to see what it was your heart sank at the sight….it was a knife.

“What do you want from me? I don’t have any money on me.”

“Oh I don’t want anything so menial, no, I want to make him pay for what he did to me.” His steps towards you were slow like a predator creeping up on its prey and with each one you tried to take back away from him he would make two towards you which meant that eventually his body ended up pressed against yours and he used this to his advantage by driving you up against the tree trunk that was behind you. “…and you are going to help me with that.”

Before another word could escape your lips a wave of agonising pain coursed through the side of your body as you felt both your skin and muscle rip apart as the blade of the knife drove into you just above your hip. His free hand covered your mouth muffling any screams of pain that wanted to escape you but there was nothing to stop the tears from escaping your eyes as you witnessed the intense hatred in his eyes. Just what had Killian done to this man to warrant him driving a weapon into you?

You were so focused on the hatred pouring from him and the blood you could feel rolling down your body that you never noticed the tip of a sword’s blade landing onto the male’s shoulder….not until a familiar voice broke through the daze you had started to fall into from the pain.

“I suggest you remove your hands away from the lady….mate before I run this blade right through you.”

If you were capable of doing so you may have showed the relief you felt on your face but the blood was escaping your wound too fast and already you could feel your legs given way beneath you.  Those gorgeous blue eyes that you always managed to lose yourself in connected with your [e/c] hues but there was no hint of worry – to him it just looked like you were fearful of the unidentified male…it never crossed his mind that you had been injured.

“Ah, it’s the man of the hour!” His body moved away from yours, hand discreetly pulling out the knife he had driven into you, as he turned to face the man that this was all about. “It’s nice of you to finally make an appearance; shame you weren’t here for the actual show.”

“What the hell are you talking about? The second you no longer had the male pinning you up against the tree your ability to stand was lost completely and Killian turned just in time to see your body falling to the ground. There was no time for confusion to make an appearance on his face as he wrapped his free arm around you to stop you from hitting the floor. “Wh-What did you do to her?”

“I’m taking her away from you….like you took my love from me. Only difference is at least her pain won’t last too long.”

He looked down at your side, noticing an odd shine to the dark running top you were wearing, he knew he didn’t want what was going through his mind being confirmed to him but if you really were injured he would need to get you out of here quick. Placing his sword down onto the floor he positioned you properly in the arm that was wrapped around you to make sure his hook didn’t cause you any more discomfort than you were already in, and gently placed his flesh hand onto the spot that had caught his eye.

Within seconds he could feel how wet it was and as he lifted his hand back up again it was covered in blood. His heart sank to his stomach at that moment as his worst fear was confirmed. You were finding it harder and harder to stay awake but you could still his face clearly each time your eyes were open for more than a few seconds. His jaw was clenched as his eyes filled with an anger he hadn’t felt in a very long time….the man that did this to you had to go. There would be no hesitation and there would certainly be no more of him trying to be a ‘better person’ this beast had just driven blade into you as though you were nothing more than a piece of meat…..he deserved no mercy.

The man in question had picked up Killian’s sword as he had inspected your wound, thinking that he now had one over on the pirate, but he was going to find himself gravely mistaken. He never took his tear-filled eyes off you as he took his bloodied hand away from you to pull out the gun he had holstered in the waistband of his trousers and without so much as a second thought he squeezed the trigger and sent a bullet careering into the man.

It hit him in the chest with such force that his whole body was propelled a good few feet away from them and hit a large tree with a bone crunching thud. Killian couldn’t care less whether the guy was dead or just in agonising pain….all he cared about was you.

“I-I always said…..being with a pi-pirate would kill me eventually…” Despite the sheer pain you were in it broke you to see the heartbreak filling those beautiful eyes of his. He deserved so much more than this. His past didn’t matter anymore, it hadn’t done for a long time, he now deserved just as much happiness as any of the heroes in this town. “I….I love you so much Killian.”

“Come on now [y/n] don’t be going all soft on me love. We know that’s the last thing you are.” You were both laughing through the tears trying to comfort the other, never once thinking of yourselves, but then your body tensed in his hold as the pain started to become far too unbearable to speak to him anymore. “Plus you’re forgetting something…..”

All you could do was furrow your brows to show your confusion. Perhaps it was the fact that you were so very tired that you couldn’t figure out what he was hinting at, or you genuinely didn’t know, either way his words were almost foreign to you as you saw his face drawing closer to yours.

Your heart started to thump faster than it had ever done around him; given any other situation this would have been an amazing feeling but at this moment in time it was only succeeding in sending more blood through your open wound.

“There is something in all the realms that can overcome anything…even in situations that seem hopeless….” Whatever he was he was talking about you hoped you would find out sooner rather than later because you knew you couldn’t fight the tiredness any longer. Soon you would have to give in and simply let yourself fall into a world of darkness. His lips brushed softly against yours, the tip of his nose just about touching yours, and only three more words left him before he closed the gap completely and forced your lips together in a passionate and desperate move. “….true love’s kiss.”

You hadn’t been together long and although you loved him with all your heart you never once considered that you would be his one true love….not when there were so many pretty girls around him that could offer more….and yet you felt the shockwave hitting you the second his warm lips caressed yours. It travelled through every part of your body before focusing in on the wound that had been inflicted upon you, the magic you had both created beginning to form some kind of barrier, and the longer your kiss went on the more you felt yourself healing.

It was almost like time itself was rewinding. The euphoric feeling was better than any drug that had ever been created and after only a few moments you had enough strength to lift up your hands and snake them around his neck to pull him even deeper into the magical kiss you were sharing.

He had saved your life and now your hearts belonged to the others. Your happy ending was playing out just moments after you had been so convinced your story was over…..

…when actually it was only just beginning.

The water invaded your mouth at such a rate that you were spluttering instantly as your oh-so-nice boyfriend used your current plight to his advantage and sped past you until he reached the wall of the pool and, ultimately, won the little race you’d be having.

“Ch-cheating means….” You coughed up the last bit of water before sending a scowl in his direction as you tread in the water. “…th-that you are disqualified. Therefore, I totally win by default.”

“Oh come on love! You know I would have won even if I hadn’t pulled off that stunt.”

Damn that sweet British accent of his. Yet another reason why he could get away with murder when it came to you; he was the only foreign student here so of course all the girls wanted his attention but somehow you had managed to gain it and you had never lost it since. Much to their bemusement and jealousy. Each one of them had tried to rip him away from you, flaunt their incredible assets at him, but those sharp blue eyes of his were only ever fixed on you.

“Okay you seriously need to lower the ego a little there Captain Pretty Boy otherwise your head isn’t going to fit out of the exit doors.”

He dramatically threw the hand that wasn’t clutching onto the pool side onto his chest as though you had just shot him with an invisible bullet, his mouth agape in a feigned look of shock, before the corner of his lips tugged up into a rather devilish smirk.

“You call it an ego whereas I call it British charm.”

He pushed himself up off the wall and started to swim towards where you had remained after his attack. You weren’t entirely sure what he was planning on doing now but the uncertainty didn’t stop you from moving yourself to meet with him. Once he was just a few inches away from you he lowered his head fully under the water as his hand snaked around yours and pulled you under along with him. Luckily you saw it coming just in time to take in a breath of air before your vision became blurry and water rushed into your ears. You were only underneath the surface of the pool for mere seconds when you felt his lips crushing up against yours.

Whenever your lips met it felt magical, like he managed to ignite a whole load of fireworks inside of you, but there was something about doing it underwater that was…..out of this world. You could hear nothing of your surroundings, there could have been a party going on and you would have known no different, and it was so serene around you it felt like a dream.

Your heart pounded inside of your chest as he pushed his body flush up against yours, something he noticed right away and you could feel his smirk growing as the kiss continued. He knew exactly what to do to get a reaction out of you.

Then the need for air started to hit your lungs and before the feeling became too intense you brought yourselves up to break back through the surface. Small audible gasps escaped you as you remained close to another, the smirk still very clear on his face as his hands snaked around your body.

“You are a bad influence Killian Jones. I shouldn’t give into you all the time.”

“Aye, that I am love, but you know that’s what you admire about me.”

“Come here gorgeous.”

A mischievous look ignited within your eye as the corner of your lips tugged up into a smirk. You raised a hand out of the water, using a single finger to beckon him over to you as you swam away from him, which he didn’t hesitate in doing…and why would he? He probably assumed that you simply wanted to have those delicious lips of his on yours again, that was the downside of having an ego the size of his….you didn’t stop to think that someone may have been tricking you. He was so convinced that he knew what you wanted that before he had even got within arm’s reach of you his eyes were closed and his lips were puckered up.

Oh you were going to enjoy this so much.

As quietly as you could you slipped yourself under the water and reached your hands out towards the swimming shorts he had on. If you were going to do this then you needed to do it quickly otherwise you weren’t going to get very far. In one swift movement you pulled down on the fabric until the shorts were off him completely and then you propelled yourself to the surface. It was a good job you had been moving away from him as he closed his eyes because it meant that you were close enough to the pool wall to climb out almost as soon as his eyes snapped open in horror.

“[y/n], love, you better get back in this pool with those shorts of mine…..”

“Or what huh?” You’re going to chase me around campus naked?”

For a moment or two it actually looked like he was considering doing just that but he must have lost his nerve because instead of climbing out of the pool he continued to swim alongside you as you walked the length of it. Hoping to charm his way out of this.

“I know you want to see me naked beautiful but you only needed to ask, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

He threw a playful wink in your direction but you were having none of it, in fact his cockiness only spurred you on more as you made a beeline straight for the changing room doors – just in time to hear a group of students beginning to make their way into the pool area.

“Can you hear that? Looks like we are just in time for the first swimming class of the day!” Your shit-eating grin stretched from ear to ear as you dangled his shorts precariously off the tips of your fingers before flinging them on top of the bleachers. “Guess you better get up there pretty quick hot stuff. Have fun!”

Mirroring his cockiness from just moments ago you threw a wink in his direction before leaving the pool area completely. A flustered Killian quickly jumping up out of the pool.

You would be in for it later, that much you knew, but it was so worth it to see the look of horror on his face!

“[y/n] are you in here?”

There was a hint of confusion in his words as he cautiously stepped through the shop and past the counter; it wasn’t like you to just disappear during a shift, not without mentioning something to him first. With a furrowed brow he settled the lunch he had bought for the two of you down onto the counter top where the register stood and wandered towards the curtain that separated the back room off from the shop floor.

“I really hope that this is one of yo-“

You didn’t wait long to jump out at him, in fact he had only just wrapped his fingers around the fabric of the curtain when you did it, but you didn’t make a sound until his body was completely in the room. Then, and only then, did you let out the loudest scream you could manage. Inevitably your sudden and unexpected action caused him to jump, a hand going directly for his chest as though to try and calm a racing heart, and when his mind finally caught up and allowed him to see that it was you a rather bemused look was thrown in your direction.

“[y/n] that was not funny.”

Maybe it wasn’t to him but for you the look that had been on his face for that first split second he had been quite genuinely terrified was the most amusing thing you had seen all week and despite an effort on your behalf to stop the laugh from erupting out of you that very sound soon filled the room as you wrapped your arms around him and pulled your friend into an apologetic hug.

“Sorry….I forgot that old men have weaker hearts….”

“Enough of the ‘old man’ you. I have a whole load of life left inside of me yet.”

Although the tone of his words sounded serious the smirk appearing on his lips said something else entirely as he returned the embrace you had pulled him into. The scent of his cologne filled your nostrils when you nuzzled your head into his chest and you couldn’t stop your heart from racing a little faster than it would usually. This man was all you ever seemed to think about at the moment, yes you had your ups and downs just as anyone else did, but at the end of the day you always knew he would be there for you……even if he did get a little too protective sometimes. His actions weren’t always ones you could agree on but he had your back and you had his….and most importantly of all he also had your heart.

He just didn’t know that yet as you hadn’t wanted to ruin the friendship you had by voicing your feelings and risking the chance that they may not be reciprocated. Without your friendship with him in your life this place would become rather miserable for you.

“I could have seen you as a threat [y/n], which means I could have hurt you, you remember our conversations yes?”

With a playful roll of your eyes you pulled away from him and made your way into the shop. He really was far too serious sometimes.

“Yes I remember them but come on…you really think anyone that dangerous would come here? This ‘saviour’ which you speak of hasn’t shown any sign of even coming here.”

“She will be here [y/n], it’s just a matter of time, and when she is here I need to make sure that I am there for Belle. I won’t be able to protect you as much as I would like to.”

You didn’t hear any of the words he had spoken after the name Belle came into the conversation. Although the only thing you wanted for your friend out of life was for him to be happy you couldn’t help the bitter feeling that spread through you each and every time he spoke of her. She was his true love which meant everything you felt for him would always be unrequited….you would never get your chance to be with him. The childish excitement that had once been running through you deflated as quickly as a balloon that had just had its knot untied.

A reaction that was more than evident on your face and caused some concern to wash over Gold’s as his brows furrowed.

“When she is back in my life as she should be you will still be my friend [y/n]. You have been incredibly kind towards me for a long time now. I won’t forget that – no one else here has offered to help me look for my son, something I will be forever grateful for.”

The smile that appeared on your face from his words was a genuine one but it didn’t hide the sadness you truly felt. His hand came to rest on your cheek and it sent a warm feeling through your entire body, causing your eyes to shut as you savoured his touch, you just wished you could feel him like this so much more often.

….Sadly his love was always going to belong to someone else.

                                           * * * * * * * * * *

The day Rumple had been so adamant would happen did….much to your disappointment.

You felt the shockwave of the curse being broken and your first reaction was to instantly turn and look towards the most important person in your life….an action of which you wished you hadn’t performed because all you were greeted with was his back as he swiftly left the shop….leaving you stood there all alone with the realisation that you had now lost him.

He was going to her. He was going to the love of his life and you were going to feel pain rip through your heart each and every time you saw them together. The look of love in his eyes that you had wanted aimed at you would be for another woman entirely….

….No. You couldn’t let yourself live through that. It wasn’t fair on you at all, and given that it would affect your work it wouldn’t be fine on him or his business either. There was only one other option; you were going to need to take a step back. You couldn’t destroy his happiness just because you had wanted him to love you.

So that was what you did.

It had been a whole fortnight since you had resigned from your job at Rumple’s shop and you could still see the hurt look that had been etched all over his face as you silently handed over the piece of paper…it had been burned into your mind so that even when you walked away he would still haunt your life. You couldn’t even understand why he was at all fazed by your actions, he had the love of his life after all, well….you assumed he had anyway as there had been nothing to tell you that anything negative had happened when he had gone to Belle.

As you lay on your back on your bed, eyes gazing up at the ceiling of your apartment, yet another notification came through on your phone. It had been like this for a number of days now…your phone would sound out non-stop and you would continue to ignore it. You didn’t need to look at the screen to know who it was because he had even come knocking on your door to try and get a response out of you, which also failed much to his annoyance.

It probably wasn’t the best way to handle this and you should have taken his feelings into consideration too but at the time you could feel your heart breaking and all that mattered to you was getting away from the very person that was causing it before he noticed what was going on. Last thing you needed was someone’s sympathy.

You were about to turn onto your side, cocoon yourself inside the blankets on your bed, when a ‘whoosh’ sound filled the air around you and instantly had you bolting upright just in time to see a cloud of smoke dissipate and leave behind in its wake the very man you had been trying so hard to avoid.

“R-Rumple? What the hell?!”

There was a stern expression on his face as he wandered over to the end of your bed and placed both of his hands onto the metal frame so that he could lean a little closer to you.

“You left me no choice [y/n]. You haven’t been answering any of my calls, texts, or even the door when I have come here…..”

“Guessing you didn’t really deduce as to why that might be considering you have decided to invade my personal space.”

You hadn’t meant for your words to come across so harshly but you really didn’t want to be hearing about how happy he was now that he had Belle back in his life. It was a sore subject for you and you were just beginning to lose that ache in your heart….you didn’t need it back again.

“Don’t treat me like a fool. I have known you long enough now to be more than aware when you aren’t acting yourself. Why have you removed yourself from my life?”

You threw your legs over the side of your bed before bringing your feet down onto the floor gently. You didn’t leave your bed completely but it was enough that you didn’t have to look him in the eyes as you spoke.

“It doesn’t matter. Look….just go back to Belle okay…you don’t want to be wasting your time here with me when you could be living out your happy ending with the woman you love.”

“That’s what I have been trying to contact you for [y/n]. The kiss didn’t work.”

Those last four words grabbed your attention immediately and you almost gave yourself whiplash with the speed in which you turned your head around to face him. Confusion was rife on your face. How was such a scenario even possible? True love’s kiss was supposed to conquer any curse.

“But….but that….that’s not possible. She is your one true love. You told me so yourself.”

“Well, dearie, it would seem that things have changed quite dramatically.” He moved around your bed until he was stood directly in front of you and he placed a hand underneath your chin so that he could move your head to be looking at him. His touch sent that all too familiar feeling through you, one you had become so good at hiding, but something stopped your resolve this time and instead of hiding your reaction an audible gasp escaped your lips. “At first when you left I feared it was because of my past, because of who I truly am, but it was a thought I should never have even allowed into my mind because I know you [y/n]. I have told you the darkest parts of my life and you have never so much as flinched away from me.”

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him as your heart raced inside of your chest, your palms beginning to sweat a little from the wave of emotions that was coursing through your whole body, and before you knew it you found yourself biting down onto your bottom lip as a whole new sensation began to consume you…..sheer passion and lust for the man before you, his words managing to hit the right spot every time he spoke.

“You made me laugh when it was the last thing I wanted to do and most importantly of all you made me realise that someone could truly care for me despite the fact that I am not a goody two shoes hero.”

Your mind was still trying to catch up with this whole situation because it was only moments before now that you had been so convinced he was happy with Belle and yet now he was stood here, so very close to you, talking to you as thought you were the one he lo-no……he couldn’t. There was no way he felt the way you did for him.

“Rumple what are you saying?”

A smile tugged up at his lips at your feigned naivety. He knew that you had an inkling as to what was happening here; the whole time he had known you he hadn’t been completely blind, he had seen how you were around him and although back then he had thought nothing of it because of Belle the moment the kiss he bestowed upon her didn’t work he realised instantly why.

His true love’s kiss was supposed to be with you.

Without even bothering to answer your question with words he closed in on you instead until his lips crashed down against yours in a hungry and passionate kiss. Not even a second had passed before the wave of air hit the two of you, spreading out across the room you were in, and your heart pounded away as you let a small moan travel into the kiss that he had started. It was a scenario you had only ever dreamed so to have it truly playing out here and now was intoxicating. You could already feel yourself floating up to cloud nine as you deepened the kiss.

“Does that answer your question?”

His voice vibrated against your lips as he pulled away from the kiss and let his eyes look upon the reaction he had brought out in you.

“I….I think it does.”

There was no coherent thought in your mind right now, you were still reeling from the kiss, and it was taking a while to truly comprehend the fact that after so long you finally had the man you had craved for. You had your own happy ending and he now had his too. You couldn’t have been any happier and you showed this when you lunged towards him and captured his lips once more.

He was finally yours…..and you were finally his.

“We are just a few minutes away my sweet.” His hand let go of your hair, allowing your [h/c] locks to fall down over your shoulders, before he placed his good hand against your cheek. The palm of his hand was rough and calloused from all his years on the sea but it still managed to send your heart fluttering within your chest even all these months down the line. “You know….loving a pirate means that you kinda need to love the sea too.”

“I know I just….I’m trying okay? One day maybe I will even get to the point where I long to be on the sea just as you do but it will take time.”

Until you had met him in the tavern you had worked at in the Enchanted Forest you had never even come within 10 feet of the sea and yet now you were living on a ship over 90% of the time….that was a huge change to try and adjust to. But you would do it for him.

“How about I make it up to you? Take you for a couple of drinks in the tavern where we met?”

He rose his hook up to your hair and used it to tuck a few stray strands back behind your ear as his sharp blue eyes locked onto you. You don’t know what it was you had done to deserve the ridiculously handsome man stood before you but you were so very glad to have him.  Growing up you’d never had the best impression of pirates, not when the people in your village had such strong opinions against them all, but he had always been different.

Yes he liked his treasure and he was a force to be reckoned with but he had a love in his heart that no other pirate cared enough about to share with another. He was prepared to put his life on the line for you and that, in your eyes, earned him respect that most pirates didn’t get.

“Okay. I think that could work.”

A smile tugged at your lips as you brought your lips to his. It probably wasn’t the most pleasant of kisses for him given that you had just been throwing up but you didn’t care. You wanted to feel him close to you before his men started to swarm the deck as they neared land.

                                             * * * * * * * * * *

The tavern was about ready to burst with the amount of patrons drinking inside of it and instead of enjoying the time with Killian you found yourself with a frown beginning to make its way onto your face. It wasn’t that the tavern was busy, per say, after all you had spent most of your adult life working in one so you knew all too well how busy they could get, no, the thing that was irritating you beyond belief was the fact that the majority of the people drinking here were the crew mates from the ship….the ones you already had to deal with far more regularly than you would have liked,

“Is this really your way of making it up to me? Bringing your men along on our little date?” Picking up the glass in front of you the remaining drink inside of it didn’t last long as you threw it down your throat before angrily placing the empty glass back down onto the table between the two of you. “I’m getting another drink….I suggest you decide whether you want to spend tonight with me or that rowdy lot because you’re not having both.”

There was no time for him to utter a single word before you stood up out of your chair and headed towards the bar. You would give him until you had finished this next drink to make up his mind – then you were going to leave.

“Another glass of your wine please.”

The owner of the tavern nodded his head in acknowledgement before pouring the drink and handing it to you before turning his attention to the others stood at the bar.

“Having a bad day are we sweetheart?” Your mouth hadn’t even come to rest on the rim of your glass when you heard his voice. The voice you never thought you would have to hear again, the one you had been so convinced you had managed to rid yourself of when you had left with Killian that night. Even now after finding someone you truly loved and who loved you in return it still made you feel sick to the stomach. A feeling which wasn’t made any better when he pulled his stool up so close to you that you could feel his arm brushing up against yours. “Well don’t worry, now you are back where you should be I can change that for you.”

“Get away from me Oliver.”

Your hand tightened around the flute of your glass as you steadied your breathing enough so that he wouldn’t be able to see just how nervous you really were.

“Aw now I know you don’t mean that.” His hand came to rest on your thigh but it wasn’t done gently as his fingertips drove into your skin so hard that even under the couple of layers you had on they were already leaving bruises behind in their wake. “After all we belong together [y/n]. Always have done…..” In a flash his lips were by your ears as his drunken words fell down into your ear. The menacing tone used caused your face to drain of all its colour. “….always will do.”

Your fear soon turned to anger and as it did the grip you had on your glass became so tight that eventually the glass shattered there and then in your hand as your jaw clenched. The broken shards of glass suddenly became very enticing and you didn’t think twice about picking up one of the bigger pieces and turning towards him.

You had been more than ready to use it against him but despite his drunken state he still seemed to be one step ahead of you as you found his hand driving hard into your cheek. He had hit you with such force that your head whipped to the side violently and for a few moments your vision was no more than a few black dots dancing about in your eyes.

“Lay your hands on my lady again and you will find my hook gutting you alive….mate!”

Killian’s angry voice hit your ears and as your vision came back to you properly you turned to see that he had Oliver up against the bar, his hook scraping along his top that hid his stomach underneath, you had seen him angry before but the level he was displaying now was like nothing you had ever seen before. In fact you could have sworn that at one point his eyes turned a deep black.

“Killian, wait.” Your face was stinging like a fire was currently spreading through it but you rested your hand on top of his shoulder anyway to try and bring him back down to a more reasonable level of anger. “I know him. It’s…..It’s Oliver.”

Big mistake.

Telling him the identity of the man before him did nothing to diffuse the situation and the next thing you knew was that Killian’s flesh hand balled up into a fist and made its way into Oliver’s face with a bone crunching force. He was definitely going to be facing a broken nose in the very least….maybe even a broken cheekbone.

“You are never going to touch [y/n] again do you hear me?! She may not allow me to kill you right now but I can tell you this…..if you so much as look at her in the wrong way again I will not hesitate in taking your life.” His face was so close to Oliver’s that a sheet of parchment wouldn’t have even been able to pass between them and the very man who had spent so long beating you, acting like he was so much better than you, was now cowering underneath the man who now had your heart. “I will cut you limb by limb before tossing you to the deadliest Kraken…..and it won’t be done quickly.”

Silence seemed to envelope the whole bar at this moment, everyone’s eyes on the intense confrontation taking place, the only thing breaking it was the sound of water pouring onto the floor. With a slightly perplexed look on your face you looked down towards the floor to see that Oliver’s fear had made him lose control of everything including his own bodily functions.

This delighted Killian to no end and as he stepped away from the terrified man he threw him to the ground so that he landed in his own pee before making his way over to you and quickly carrying you out of the tavern.

“You didn’t need to do that you know. He would have left eventually.”

“Yes I did love.”

As he carried you back to where the Jolly Roger was moored you nestled your head into his chest, listening to the thumping of his heart, and a small gracious smile lit up your bruised face.

“I love you Killian.”

“I love you too [y/n].”