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delicatenightfury · 2 years ago

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Such A Gentleman

2022 Month of Writing: Day 15

Pairing: Killian Jones x reader

Prompt: I'll walk you home & Take my jacket, it's cold outside

Word Count: 2,967

Author's Note: please don't steal my work! you can choose to respond to the prompt as well, but don't steal my work

y/n huffed as she rolled her eyes. She had been traveling all day and had stopped for a break at a local bar and inn. She was hoping to get a room to rest for the night but those hopes were shot down. Not because there was no room or because the place was unbearable, but because of the men. Ever since she entered the bar, eyes had been trained on her. The feeling was making her uncomfortable.

y/n finished her drink and paid the bartender, thanking her with a nod and small smile. The woman rose from her seat and started toward the door. She slipped into the cold night, shivering slightly before walking away from the bar. y/n walked down the road, ignoring the few people she saw.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her arm, pulling her into an alley. y/n grunted a little when she was pushed against a wall. She looked up to find herself looking at a tall blonde man. He smirked down at her. Glancing behind him, y/n could see nearly half a dozen other men grinning at her, causing her to roll her eyes slightly.

"Nice of you to join us," the blonde in front of her said. "It's been awhile since we've had visitors." He moved closer to y/n, pushing her closer to the wall. "You know, you were quite a distraction in the bar earlier this evening."

"Is that so?" y/n responded.

"Oh, you have no idea."

"Would it help if I said I wasn't meaning to?" y/n hated talking like this but she wanted to get out of this situation as soon as she could, which sadly meant playing along.

The blond smirked as he leaned closer.

"You want an honest answer?" he said against her ear. y/n held her breath, smelling the alcohol radiating off of him. "That just makes you much more attractive."

Okay, I'm done with this, y/n thought before headbutting the blonde.

The man cried out in shock and stumbled back, giving y/n room to breathe again. She smirked when the man grabbed his head, groaning in pain.

"Oh, I'm sorry," y/n said with a fake voice. "Did I hurt you?"

"You're going to pay for that," the blond growled. "Get her!"

y/n rolled her eyes and ducked when a man swung his fist at her. She grabbed his arm and used him momentum against him, slamming him into the wall. As he dropped to the ground, another man lunged for her. y/n spun out of the way, avoiding a third man in the process. She stepped back from them to face the six of men. They had all pulled out swords or knives.

"Is that how we're playing?" y/n asked, putting a hand on her hip. "And I thought you all were gentlemen."

The man closest to her lunged, swinging his sword at her head. y/n moved out of the way, twisting his arm so his grip loosened on his sword. As soon as the sword was in her grasp, y/n punched the man in the face, knocking him to the ground.

y/n brought her sword up to block another blow that was aimed for her side. She spun quickly and kicked him in the head, rendering him unconscious. y/n turned to face off another man, avoiding blows that were coming from other men as well.

Suddenly, one of the men grabbed her arm, twisting it behind her back. The man's other hand grabbed her other wrist, keeping it from moving. She struggled when she was pulled against the man's body. Glancing behind her as much as she could, she could see it was the blonde man.

"Drop your sword and we'll make this quick," he told her. The hand holding her extended arm slowly began moving up her arm. y/n's eyes darkened when his hand reached her shoulder, his fingers ghosting over her collarbone and neck. "Then again, I kinda like it when a woman fights back."

y/n growled when she heard a sudden cry. She looked in front of her to see that a man in a black trench coat was now fighting one of the men off. With the new distraction, y/n slipped out the blonde's grip. She quickly took out the man closest to her before leaping off of a crate and kicking the blonde in the head. She watched as he collapsed limply to the ground.

"And what happens if that woman wins the fight?" she asked before throwing the last man into a stack of crates.

y/n glanced at the man in black, seeing that he was finished with the man he had been fighting. y/n threw her weapon to the ground, stepping over the unconscious men as the mystery man put his own sword away.

"I could have handled him," she stated as she approached him.

"Based on what I saw, I'm sure you could have," he said. "You alright, luv?"

"I walked out of there in one piece, didn't I?" she replied, stepping out of the alley with the man. "Thank you, by the way."

"It's not a problem, luv." He gave her a smile. "Killian Jones," he introduced.

"y/n," she replied.

"A pleasure, milady."

He gently took her hand and placed a kiss on top of it. As he straightened himself, y/n glanced over him. He had dark hair, along with some stubble on his face. His eyes looked like the sea, filled with adventures and wild tales, but there was also pain hidden under their waves. He wore dark pants and boots with a red vest covering his black shirt. A silver necklace hung around his neck and his right ear was pierced. There were several rings on his right hand while his left was replaced with a metal hook, though she didn't question it.

"How did you manage to know where I was?" y/n asked, curious as to how he knew she needed help.

"I will admit that I followed you out of the bar," Killian replied with a small smile. "But, I did so after I saw those pinheads walk out. I noticed they had been looking at you for most of the evening and I could tell you were uncomfortable."

"So you were watching me." He shrugged. "Well, I must say, I'm almost glad you were, or else it might have taken me longer to take those men out."

The two chuckled.

"I'm going to take a guess," Killian said after a minute, "that you wouldn't be interested in going back there and having a drink?"

"Probably not," y/n replied.

"Then can I interest you in some rum back at my ship?"

"Thank you for the offer, but I don't drink rum."

"We might have to change that at some point."

"At some point, maybe. But not today."

Killian laughed, making y/n smile a little. The pirate looked at y/n, noticing the way her body shook slightly. He shrugged off his long black trench coat and held it out to her. y/n raised an eyebrow at him, confused.

"Take it," he said. "You need it more than I do right now."

y/n slowly took it from him, waiting for him to change his mind. When he didn't, she slipped the coat on, sighing slightly at the warmth it provided. She had only worn pants, boots, a blouse, and a light vest. She hadn't expected it to grow so cold as the night drew on.

"Thank you," she said, causing him to nod. "Are you sure you don't need this?"

"Keep it," he told her. "I can always get another one."

y/n nodded. The two spent the next hour simply talking and walking around the town. Killian brought her to a different inn and bought her a room, even though she told him not to several times. Killian walked her to the room she would be staying in, saying goodnight and leaving a kiss on her hand. y/n said goodnight to him, going into her room.

She waited until she heard Killian leave to go to the window. She looked outside, watching Killian leave the inn. She couldn't help but smile and wave slightly when he glanced up at her window. He saw her and waved back before heading down to the docks.

When Killian awoke, he was greeted to the sounds of arguing on the upper deck. The man quickly got dressed and, grabbing his sword, stepped outside.

"What is going on here?" he asked in annoyance. He looked at his crew, noticing a few men that stood out. "Who are you and what do you want?"

"They've asked to speak with you, captain," one of the crew members stated.

"Oh? And why is that?"

A familiar blonde man stepped forward. Killian knew he knew the man from somewhere but couldn't quite remember where from.

"Where is she?" the blonde asked.

"Where is who?"

"Don't play dumb, pirate. You know who I speak of. You helped her last night."

Killian smirked, nodding when he recognized the men. They were the ones from the bar that had followed y/n.

"Ah, yes. I know exactly who you're talking about. What of her?"

"Where is she?" he asked again.

"And now why would I tell you that, mate?"

"We have some unfinished business we need to take care of."

"Is that so?" Killian stepped forward so he was only a few feet away from the blonde. "Well, if you want to get to her, I'm afraid you're going to have to go through me."

The blonde glared at him for several moments before pulling out a blade and slashing at Killian. The pirate ducked out of the way, his crew springing into action as the blonde man's friends started to fight as well. Killian pulled out his sword and blocked another attack from the blonde. The sound of metal clashing against metal rang through the air.

The blonde blocked one of Killian's attacks and managed to punch the pirate in the gut. Killian stumbled back, his left hand going to his stomach. He looked up as the blonde approached, smirking.

"Payback time," he said, raising his sword.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his arm, spinning him around. y/n smirked at his shocked expression.

"Nice to see you again," she said before punching him in the face.

The blonde fell to the ground with a thud, releasing his weapon. y/n stepped over him and offered her hand to Killian. The pirate smiled and let her pull him to his feet.

"I could have handled him," Killian said.

"Based on what I saw, I'm sure you could have." Killian chuckled, recognizing the line he had used the night before. "So what did these creeps want?"

"Information."

"About?"

"Where you were."

y/n rolled her eyes and glared down at the unconscious blonde.

"Some men are just plain disgusting." She glanced at Killian. "And yet some are gentlemen who decide to help someone they barely know. Thank you for that."

"My pleasure. Although it does help that you are an attractive young woman who happened to catch my eye."

"Don't push your luck, Jones," she told him with a smile.

"Worth a shot." y/n rolled her eyes. "What brings you down to the docks, luv? Have you decided to take me up on that rum offer?"

"Not this time. I'm here because of this." She held up a familiar black coat. "I came to return it and thank you for lending it to me."

"Not a problem, luv."

He took the coat from her. y/n gave him another smile before turning and walking off the boat. Killian walked to the rail of his ship, watching as she walked back toward the town.

Just like every other night, the bar was full of people. y/n sat at a small table off to the side, not wanting to draw attention to herself again. Every now and then she would glance up and look around the bar, rolling her eyes at the half drunk people before turning back to what she was doing. She held a piece of wood in her hand while she held a small knife in the other, using it to carve the wood.

y/n brushed a small shaving of wood to the ground, letting it join the other wood chips. Handling the knife carefully, she began to carve small details into the side of her creation. As she worked, she noticed someone walking toward her table.

"Anyone sittin' here, luv?"

y/n looked up to find Killian standing in front of her, a smile on his face.

"You've got eyes, Jones," she replied. "You tell me."

The pirate chuckled as he sat down. He glanced at the glass that was on the table, raising an eyebrow when he saw it was full of rum. Killian looked at y/n in amusement.

"I thought you said you don't drink rum," he said.

"I don't."

"Then what's this?" He motioned to the glass. y/n smirked and pushed it towards him. Killian laughed. "You got this for me?"

"Like I said before, you've got eyes. Take it as an extra thank you for what you've done for me."

Killian nodded, taking a sip from the glass as he watched y/n, who had gone back to her carving.

"You know, it's kinda funny how we keep running in to one another," he commented. He smirked at her. "Are you following me around, luv?"

"For the record, I was here first. I'm not sure how that makes me a stalker."

"What are you making?" he asked, motioning to the wood in her hand.

y/n held out the wood to him. Killian took it from her hand, looking over the raven she was making.

"I tend to carve during my free time or when I'm bored."

"It's very well done," he complimented, handing the bird back to her.

"Thank you." y/n slipped the figure into her small bag while she put the knife into her sleeve. "So from what I've heard, pirates don't normally stick around in one place for too long, yet you've been in town for two or three days. What's made you stick around, Captain?"

Killian shrugged.

"Let's just say that something here caught my eye and I wanted to learn more about it. Besides, I thought the crew could use a little time on shore."

"And how has your research been coming along?"

"Well that remains to be seen."

y/n smiled slightly. After a few moments, she stood up from her seat.

"I should get going," she said. "It's getting late and I could use the extra sleep."

"Why don't I walk you, luv," Killian offered, rising as well.

"Such a gentleman."

"I do try."

The two chuckled before heading toward the door. But before they were able to make it outside, a hand grabbed y/n's arm, turning her around.

"Where do you think you're going?" the man holding her asked.

"I'm leaving," she stated simply, glaring at him.

The man glanced at Killian before looking back at her.

"You could do so much better than a pirate, sweetheart. How about we get a drink and I can show you that I'm far better company."

"How about you let go of me and we pretend this never happened?"

"What makes you think that'll happen?"

y/n quickly ripped her arm away from him, punching the man square in the face. He cried out in shock and pain, falling to the ground.

"Never touch me again," y/n growled.

Without another word to anyone, she stormed out of the bar. She could faintly hear Killian calling for her to wait but she refused to listen as she ran for the inn. She dashed inside and up to her room, shutting the door behind her. y/n's hands went up to her hair, pulling at it slightly in frustration. Not even a minute later, a knock sounded at her door, causing her to jump.

"You alright in there, luv?" she heard Killian call from the hallway.

y/n opened the door so she could see Killian. The man offered her a small smile as he stepped into her room, shutting the door behind him.

"You ran out there in quite a hurry, luv," he said. "Plus I'm pretty sure you broke that man's nose."

"He deserved it," y/n muttered.

"That he did." He slowly stepped forward and reached toward her face. y/n closed her eyes when his hand touched her cheek, wiping away the tears that had unknowingly escaped from her eyes. "You alright?" he asked quietly.

"Not really," she admitted. "It seems like every guy in this town is trying to get me to go home and sleep with them." y/n sighed heavily, trying to hold back more tears. "It's frustrating. For once, I’d like to have someone want me for me.”

"Not every man." The woman looked up at Killian, who offered her a small smile. "I have an idea, luv," Killian said. "Why don't you come with me? My crew and I leave in the morning. Not exactly sure where we'll go or where we'll end up, but you are more than welcome to join us. And if you do, I'll make sure that no man shall ever lay a hand on you again."

y/n smiled, fresh tears spilling from her eyes as she laughed a little.

"I'd like that," she replied. "I would like that a lot."

"Well then, welcome to the crew of the Jolly Roger, luv."

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laylaswriting · 3 years ago

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Bloodstream Chapter VIII - A Song

MASTERPOST | Ao3 | Wattpad Title: Bloodstream Chapter VIII - A Song Pairing: Killian Jones x fem!reader Word count: 2k Warnings: none Tags: fluff, drama, angst, mutual pining/tension Synopsis: The secret is out, life goes on. A/N: I hope you enjoy loves. ❤ Any feedback is appreciated! Y/N sings THIS shanty which is We Shall Sail Together from Sea of Thieves.

She knew all along that when her secret was out, things would change. And they did, but not quite how she imagined. A few weeks have passed since her conversation with Hook on the quarterdeck. Her wound healed nicely and therefore she could participate in her usual duties like before the accident.

Nobody seemed to treat her all that different now – she earned their respect by saving their Captain’s life and becoming a great sailor since she first met them. She got her own hammock in the sleeping quarters instead of having to sleep on the potato sacks like she had to before. A few of them even apologized to her about being rude but she made sure to let them know they don’t need to treat her differently. The days went by just the same as they did before, except for one thing.

“You sure you’re up for it?” James asked as he gripped his sword and adjusted his stance. She nodded and mirrored his position. This was their first sword practice since the events on the beach.

“The people who almost killed me didn’t ask either, so I think I’ll be fine.” She smiled and cocked her head to the side. “Show me what you got.”

And so, he did. He felt bad about having to fight somebody with an injury like hers but he knew she was stubborn – and even if she was in immense pain, she would never let anyone know. So, he swinged his sword and clashed it with hers, which she dodged with quick elegance. He couldn’t help but smile at her determination before he attacked again from the side. She blocked the attack and then swung at him quickly, barely missing.

“Not too bad, given you haven’t fought in a while.”

“Don’t underestimate me, James.”

James saw the Captain from the corner of his eye. He was standing at the wheel, gripping it with his good hand so hard that his knuckles turned white. He tried to pay no attention to it, but couldn’t help his curiosity and wonder what the hell was going on. While he was absent minded, she tried to dash forward with her sword to win the battle but his reflexes were much better than that. He quickly sidestepped which made her almost fell forward. He grabbed her hand and helped her up.

“You have to stop doing this. You attack with too much weight and if it gets evaded you are an easy target. This is why you were almost killed.” She lowered her sword and pressed her hand against her ribs to ease her pain. He put his hand on her shoulder as he leaned to her. “But you did great. You’re just too hot headed.”

She chuckled at that before setting her sword aside. He did the same before turning back to her.

“Is your wound okay? Do you need anything?”

“No, I’m alright. I don’t break that easy, don’t worry.” She straightened her back and smiled at him. She only got to enjoy the silence for a second before she heard the Captain’s voice, making her flinch.

“Hey lazybones, I recommend you finish the rest of your duties if you want to get dinner!” He still stood behind the wheel, knuckles still white. She looked up at him, his expression was unreadable. He clenched his jaw before he quirked one of his brows and nodded at her to move. She looked at James.

“I’ll see you at dinner, then.”

“Aye.” He replied and started to pick up the swords and put them into their place before he moved on with his tasks. She headed under the deck to the kitchen but before she did, she sneaked a last peek at Hook. He already turned his back on the crew and faced the sea. She noticed he did that quite a lot when he was lost in his thoughts. Her tasks were mundane and quite boring – she needed to scrub the floor of the crew’s quarters and help Ribs in the kitchen to clean some pots and help with the dinner. At least she had good company – the older chef was one of her best friends in the whole world. He also reminded her of the people who would visit her father’s tavern and knew her since she was a little child running between the tables.

“Hey little man!” He said, the nickname stuck with her.

“Hey Ribs, I’m ready for duty!” She replied and sat down on her usual stool next to his table and took a pot in her hand and started to scrub with a wet rag. She absent mindedly did her task while she let her thoughts wander. She tried to bury her feelings deep inside herself but sometimes the sadness crept to the surface. She couldn’t help but she wanted to be around him. Even though he was distant and often times outright rude to her since that night on the quarterdeck, she couldn’t help but long after his touch, his words. She couldn’t keep him out of her dreams at night or her daydreams at moments like this. Her hands were scrubbing the pot in reality but in her mind, they were touching his face.

She hated herself for feeling like that – she felt it made her weak. And how could he love someone like her. Could he even love anyone at all? She felt like the world was slipping out from under her feet but she couldn’t show – let alone tell anyone. So, she toughened up and buried her feelings inside.

After she finished her work in the kitchen, she moved to scrub the floor of the quarters. The room was empty, everyone was on the deck or in the kitchen. She started to hum a tune in a low voice so no one would hear. She slowly paced back and forth with the mop, enjoying the time alone which was so rare nowadays.

The sun already started to set behind the horizon when she walked onto the deck again. Ribs was handing out the dinner portions and everyone settled in their usual place to eat and drink. She settled next to James and Ribs in her usual spot as she started to eat dinner along everyone else. The crew were telling tall tales, funny stories among themselves to entertain the long and boring evenings on the sea. While it was beautiful – it could get a bit boring sometimes, and that’s when people would just sit around in circles, drink rum and speak about things that were mostly stories to scare children away from the sea. Ghost fleets roaming the sea in search of their long-lost captain, tales about ships that would just pop up from under the waves to attack innocent sailors. These stories were always fascinating to her.

“I heard you sing earlier today.” James whispered to (Y/N). She gasped in surprise and looked at him. “Would you sing for us?”

She furrowed her brows and shook her head before another crewmate sitting next to them chimed in.

“Do I hear talks about someone singing?” That drew the attention of the whole crew. She felt flustered, she sometimes hummed a few tunes in the tavern while working but she never sang in front of people – let alone so many.

“I don’t really-,” she started but got interrupted by her blonde friend.

“Come on, I bet you’ve heard a lot of shanties from drunken sailors in your little town!” He said and looked at her with encouragement in his eyes. A second later others chimed in and asked for her to sing too. She looked up and tried to look at Killian but he was nowhere to be seen. She let out a loud sigh.

“Okay, okay. Your funeral!” She said jokingly. She rested her arms on her knees, fiddling with her fingers. She didn’t look up when she started to sing.

“Cloaked in folds of midnight waters, side by side, we sons and daughters,” the melody was slow and pretty, and her voice was the only thing that filled the air besides the waves crashing against the ship’s hull. The crew was silent as they listened to her continue the song. „We set forth for no king's orders but we'll sail together.” A few others joined the song when they recognized it at the chorus, and by the end it seemed most of the crew learned and sang the bittersweet melody together. She looked up at the quarterdeck and saw the Captain lean against the railing and look at her with furrowed brows. “…still until our bond is broken, we shall sail together.” They finished the song and before the last words everyone stopped, leaving her to sing them alone. It was haunting all of a sudden, the silence. Her heart was hammering against her ribcage as she looked around.

“Where did you learn this?” Killian’s voice pierced through the silence and made her heart jump.

“My mother,” she started but then stopped for a second. “She sang this to me as a lullaby before she died.” His gaze lingered on her a second too long before he nodded and straightened his back. The rest of the crew – now feeling good enough from the rum – started to sing different shanties as well, which she happily joined now.

Killian didn’t join the festivities, he stepped into his cabin and scratched his chin. He couldn’t get her voice out of her head, the way she singed that song. He knew it would haunt him in his dreams.

(Y/N) started to feel the rum get to her head as she was singing and dancing with the others, but she couldn’t help but be sad that her beloved Captain seemed so distant to her. She abruptly stopped dancing and started to walk towards Killian’s cabin, dumb determination took over her to confront him about everything. As she was walking, she felt someone grab her hand.

“Where are you headed, you little songbird?” It was James. She stood in place and furrowed her brows; her motives weren’t even clear in her own head.

“I just wanted to,” she opened and closed her mouth before continuing. “the Captain,” was all she managed to say. James laughed and pulled her back to the rest of the men.

“Don’t worry about him too much, he’s like that sometimes. Come, we’ll teach you another song.”

She nodded and followed him. He was probably right. What was she thinking anyway? What was she supposed to say? Confess her feelings? She didn’t even know what they were. Ask him why he was acting like that? She had no right to do that. So, in a way she was thankful for James for saving her from humiliating herself. The songs and cheerful laughter filled the night air before people got either too drunk or too tired and went under the decks or passed out on it. Eventually everyone was carried to their quarters and only (Y/N) remained, looking out at the sea.

“Are you staying?” James asked her on his way below the deck. She nodded and he mirrored the gesture before disappearing.

She looked out at the sea and she felt some strange feeling take over her. She couldn’t describe it, but it felt like home. She started to slowly sing her mother’s song to herself. Life felt surreal lately. She still couldn’t believe how she was there on that ship. She never thought she’d had to leave her hometown. Nor she ever wanted to. But here she was and despite all the heartache, it felt like founding her long lost family. She thought feeling this way was wrong – that she was betraying her father.

“… still until our bond is broken, we shall sail together.” She finished the song and looked around on the ship in hopes that he would be there. But he was nowhere to be seen. She sighed and climbed under the deck.

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alovesongshewrote · 3 years ago

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Whumptober Day 20 - Lost & Found | Killian Jones

Plot: a boat explodes, killian maybe dies. (Killian Jones x Reader)

Warnings: drowning

A/N: todays prompt is trapped underwater

Ok, so, Killian is a pirate

And sometimes

When you’re at sea

Or like

At dock

Things happen

We know this, things happened in OUAT all the time

It was fucking wild

And today

More things are gonna happen

Will I explain how?

Probably not

But rest assured, things will happen

Like whatever ship you and killian are standing on will explode

Why?

Idk, the two of you were probably set up

By who? And whose boat was it?

Doesn’t matter, the point is

You’re thrown into the water and killian is impaled by a stray plank of wood and buried under the rubble

It takes you a minute to come to the surface

More than a minute

Maybe even,,, two minutes

Which is fair

You were thrown from the deck of a ship into the freezing ocean

Your mouth opened in shock

And maybe to scream

But your mouth filled with water before any sound could escape

Fortunately, you didn’t breathe any in

That would be an awful fate- trust me

It did freak you out though

And then you had to avoid stray debris as you swam to the surface

You were having a shit day, honestly

And it was about to get worse

You pulled yourself onto some floating wreckage and looked around for your companion

But as said

Your pirate was buried beneath the rubble

On a ship

Which is very rapidly sinking

Also, he’s bleeding, which kinda sucks, but

It leads you right to him

You see a dark cloud in the water

Floating away from the ship

And you just think

“Fuck”

You jump back into the icy water and swim towards the ship

It feels like you’re moving through jell-o

Like you’re moving at a snail's pace despite your every effort to get to the ship

You get there soon enough, but it still feels like too long

You’re exhausted, but you have to keep swimming

You call killian’s name

Every name

Hook, Jones, Killian

He doesn’t respond to any of them

Which sucks for you, but it’s fair

Because killian is trapped

He’s running out of air and space as water rises around him

He can’t hear you over his own heartbeat, nevermind the rushing water around him

He tries to escape, to his credit

But that’s kind of hard to do when you’ve been impaled

Panic surges through him as he strains against the rubble

But alas

It doesn’t move

He takes a breath and dives beneath the water to see if there’s any escape through there

He can’t see anything

And he just thinks

“Fuck.”

He takes another breath

And the space fills with water

And it fills with water

It’s not great

Eventually

Your pirate can’t hold his breath any longer

Water fills his lungs

He feels like he’s breathing in ice

It burns

And then everything goes numb

He isn’t awake when you manage to push the ruble off of him

Or when you drag him out of the water

Or when you pull him onto shore

He isn’t awake when you put your lips on his

Or when you start chest compressions

Or when the cycle repeats

Does he wake up at all?

That’s up to you

#whumptober #whumptober 2021 #killian jones x reader #killian x reader #captain hook x reader

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blueberrypancakesworld · 9 months ago

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Calm before the storm

Killian x fem!reader

warning : fluff, comfort, kiss, mentioned injuries and implied war/death

Summary : The drones were in his possession and it would only be a matter of time before he wiped out the agents…but doubt, gloom and pain were something else…at least until his wife was with him and they went through the pain together.

Info : at the moment i have a real concentration/writing/motivation problem and only got this done somehow…well have fun reading ;)

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Winds blew cold and mercilessly along the north sea stone was caught by the cold sea and the hiding place of the internationally wanted yet non-existent villain Killian.

A man with dark hair and slightly gray manes, a man with only one hand, a man with a metal claw-like arm, a man who had seen bloodshed and death...a man who had only one thing left in life.

The enemy of the American National Security Agency, a man who was in possession of the best drone in the world and a man who relied on only one other person. A man clinging to the window who had put his real hand on the cold material to keep from tipping over.

The past haunted him when he saw this agent in front of him, this smugness and this indignant behavior. He hated him and he hated him for what he had done to his men...what he had done to his wife. They were a unit all together they were strong together the mission in the war zone was dangerous and yet doable as a group if he hadn't shown up.

If Sterling hadn't shown up they would have continued as a group today but he had shown up and the bomb, this "toy" in the eyes of the American agent was just a toy that he used and forgot everything and he did.

He forgot about the victims, he forgot about Killian and he forgot about what he had done to the group. He seemed to forget himself until he felt her hand on his metal, her warmth, her courtesy, her love, her affection. His red metallic eye turned to her and a blue one showed his affection when he saw her.

Her warm gaze that didn't see him as a monster, that didn't judge him, that just loved him. ,,You're thinking too much again," she said and saw how he felt caught, his shoulders stiffened and his suit straightened under which his sore body was also located.

,,I think about a lot of things...you should be more precise darling," he replied with a hint of a smile and moved away from the glass, letting his real hand run over her cheek, feeling her warmth before he disappeared into the corridors of the building.

,,More precisely, then? Are you thinking about tomorrow, the attack, the drones, Sterling...or something about someone special?" she asked a little louder so he could still hear her while he seemed to be fetching something. She heard the pop of a cork and a grin when he returned a few moments later with two glasses.

She saw in the deep glasses that the golden champagne was already slightly evaporated and the sparkling bubbles inside rose to the top. ,,There's only one thing I think about... you my love," he replied after handing her the glass and they both looked out at the merciless sea. His words made her smile and she knew that seeing her happy took away the burning pain for a moment.

She took another sip before placing her hand on his prosthesis, the cold metal familiar on her skin. She knew the power behind it, the power he had, it was the same power that was in the metal fingers and her lower leg.

A memory of the explosion he threw himself in front of her and yet it wasn't enough, a horrible time and yet it had hit him worse. ,,Now you're thinking about something," he said firmly, watching her gaze drift away and her metal fingers tremble slightly.

He knew her and she knew him, they both knew what was wrong with each other and yet...there was only moving on. ,,I only hope for me... it's over, we both know that, love," he replied and put down the two glasses in her hands before gently placing his hands on her body.

He knew where he could reach without hitting the burnt skin, a fact she also knew and yet he allowed her to touch him. The destroyed skin was left scarred, a sign of love and sacrifice.

A pained smile formed on her lips as she pressed lightly against him, a gentle embrace forming before he placed his hand on her cheek. ,,It's over we're safe we have each other...you have me and I have you" he said before pulling her into a gentle but lingering kiss, his grip tightening around her and she returned it.

The blue of his eye contrasted with the dark and her smile brought hope in such a place. She held him and he held her while the North Sea still thundered against the window like the drones would.

But it seemed to fuel their love and determination even more, together they would punish the agent by surviving and the love would give them vengeance.

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@tea-queen13

#spies in disguise #spies in disguise killian #killian x reader #spies in disguise killian x reader #male x female

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theodoresgirl · 1 year ago

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hi ml! how r ya?

can i request a killian jones x cheshire!reader? basically where reader represents cheshire cat and when killian meets her he’s completely in love with her strange and creepy behavior appearance!

Odd Cat // Killian Jones x Reader

Killian Jones x Fem!reader

Killian Jones x Cheshire Cat!Reader

Part 2

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A/n: hi<33 I’m doing good!! I love this idea, But yet had none flowing through my head. This is short and I apologise, I can make a part two with them meeting again under different circumstances like in storybook or the enchanted forest, LMK<333

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Killian had found himself in wonderland once again, He was walking down a yellow path that looked like it was just the same trees over and over again. Killian started to get annoyed with the never-ending forest.

“This path will go forever” a voice spoke from the branches above. “Hm- Who is there?” Killian stopped in his tracks looking around. “Cheshire cat~ Y/n l/n” she swung down, hanging upside down from a tree branch. “And your captain hook. Welcome back.” She grins. “To wonderland~”

“Oh? My name is known?” Killian smirks. “Known? Nothing is known here. Here known is nothing” She swings up to lie on the branch giving Killian a better view of herself. She had long magenta and pink hair, Her eyes were teal with cat-like pupils. Her grin turns into a creepy smile. “Are you lost, captain?”

Killian squinted his eyes looking at her, “Are you sure you're a cat love?” She blinks, losing her creepy smile, stunned for a second. “Your right, Or is it your wrong? I am the Cheshire cat” She hesitates before grinning and swinging back, Hanging upside down now with cat ears and a tail that matches her hair. Killian blinks and rubs his face, “How-” “How who?” She giggles swaying her tail. “You are odd, Love” He puts his hook under her chin. “And pretty”

She grins, “Is it true curiosity killed the cat?” He asks. “Curiosity? Curiosity is dangerous here, There's too many scary paths” she swings so she's sitting on the branch. “Where would the scary paths be?” He asked, Curiously. “Over there” She points in the direction opposite of her using her tail. “Over where?” He looks around, “over what?” She tilts her head. “The scary path” He says confused but assumed oddly. “There's many scary paths here.” She grins creeply again. “Your mad love” He chuckles softly looking up at her. “I’m mad, You're mad. We’re all mad here Captain.” “I’m not mad, love.” He grabs her ankle. “Of course you are Captain, Otherwise you wouldn’t be here.”

Killian bites his lip and scuffs, “you're an odd cat y/n.” She smiles and nods, “Your learning already, Now remember follow the yellow road” She grins before disappearing into ribbons leaving her grin there for a few moments before disappearing into sparkly dust. Killian backs up looking around, “whoa-“ He smirks and continues down the yellow path, that ended up leading to more yellow paths…

#fanfic #killian x reader #killian jones x reader #killian jones #killian jones x yn #killian x yn #disney x reader #ouat #ouat x yn #once upon a time #chesire cat #x reader #x yn

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y16bettridget · 3 years ago

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Killian x Reader

Chapter 1 ~ Headache

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What would happen if you were the one hook fell for instead of emma swan?

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Cast:

Killian Jones

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I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS,THEY BELONG TO THE SERIES -> ONCE UPON A TIME

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~the morning after the curse had been broken~

(Y/N) POV:

The curse had been broken - was the first thing I thought when I started to wake up. But once I had fully woken up all I could focus on was the vicious pounding in my head.

I pushed myself up so that I was sitting up in my bed. Big mistake. I quickly held my hands up to my head as a dizzy spell washed over me, trying to stop the spinning. Once the dizziness had subsided, I slowly stood up to get ready for the day starting with tablets to get my throbbing head to calm down. I started marking my way down the stairs.

As I gradually made my way downstairs, my head started to hurt even more. I thought the headache was bad earlier, but if I compare to what its like now on a scale of 1 to 10 - now is a 10 and before was around a 4.

I finally make it to the bottom of the stairs. but as soon as I take a step towards the cupboard with the tablets in a wave of nausea washes over me, I tried to run to the kitchen sink before I could have any chance of throwing up over the floor. but as I was trying to run, my vision clouded over, causing me to stumble around my apartment trying to find anything to hold on to.

Finally I found something, I didn't really know what it was at first but when I tried to grip onto it (as my hearing started to go all fuzzy as well) I ended up gently knocking different things off. That must of meant that this was the cabinet with all of my crockery and that also meant that I just knocked off and smashed about half of it.

I started to let go of the cabinet as my vision started coming back, my hearing still muffled. I still stood next to it just in case I needed it again.

Even though my hearing was off I could hear someone knocking against my door.

"Be there in a minute!" I said to whoever was knocking on my door.

When I finally felt ready I took a step away from cabinet, only for my vision to fade in and out focus. Pain. that was all I felt. then I realised I must have fallen backwards, crashing into the cabinet. The banging against my door became more urgent.

I felt my knees give out beneath me and as I fell to the floor so did the rest of my crockery. The plates a cups smashed around me and the last thing I heard before I blacked out were shouts of concern from a certain pirate.

Killian.

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Chapter 2

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A/N

Sorry if this is really bad it was my first time writing a story (this is the first chapter that I ever wrote - I wrote it a year ago and it’s terrible sorry lol)

#killian #killian Jones #killian x reader #killian Jones x reader #outa #once upon a time #reader #x reader #Captain Hook #captain #hook #hook x reader #Captain Hook x reader

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samdeancass · 3 years ago

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Killian Jones Masterlist

Fluff - ❤️ Angst - 😢 Smut - 💋

Forbidden Kiss (coming soon)

#killian jones #captain hook #killian jones x reader #captain hook x reader #killian x reader #hook x reader #killian jones imagine #killian jones fanfiction #killian jones masterlist #captain hook imagine #captain hook fanfiction #captain hook masterlist #once upon a time #once upon a time fanfiction #once upon a time imagine #once upon a time masterlist

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jayankles · 4 years ago

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Imperfectly Perfect

Pairing: Killian Jones x Reader

Summary: Y/N isn’t feeling great about her body Killian lets her know how he sees her.

Warnings: no actual smut. fluff

Word Count: 231

Kinktober Day 28: Body Worship | Nipple Play - @becs-bunker

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

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

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

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

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

Finding yourself on your knees with him, your lips latching to his in a desperate kiss. You sniffled. Your fingers accidentally brushed over his clothed nipple, he hissed in response, making you grin against his lips. You were going to remember that hidden little kink. Maybe for another time.

#becskinktoberfest #killian jones x reader #killian x reader #hook x reader #captain hook x reader #hook ouat x reader #ouat fic #killian jones fic #hook fic #killian fluff #killian x reader fluff #killian jones x reader fluff #jayankles #jayankles writes #bailey writes

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smolbeandrabbles · 4 years ago

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Penguin, James Penguin - Killian x Reader (Spies in Disguise)

Alternate Title: ‘I Wish I Was James Bond’

Holiday Fic 5! 🐧🐧

@wltz-bby @happyskywhale

@xxstar-bluesxx - From one Killian Stan, to another 😉

Author’s Note: It is EXACTLY a year since I saw this movie for the first time.

I had way too much fun writing these two again, safe to say I missed them a lot 🥰🥰

Not joking, this plot has been in my notes since January - and I was like “Well I missed my chance completely with the song and everything!” It’s too good not to pass up!!

Reader character from my SiD series/prequel? You betcha! 😉 But this time we’re writing for them post-movie!

Also playing into the rehabilitation program / Agent!McFord storyline here. So I hope, Killian Stans, that he’s been worth the wait to come back to you. And that I’m ticking a bunch of boxes.

Note: Whilst the song itself certainly has a Christmas theme, the fic does not. At all.

Penguin, James Penguin - Brad Paisley

I Wish I Was James Bond - Scouting For Girls

Disclaimer: SiD & all associated characters not mine / basically taking the same idea as everyone else and slightly subverting expectations, because it wouldn’t be my fic if I didn’t / you don’t necessarily have to read ‘Mine’ to ‘Fresh Start Fever’ to understand this but it might help / lyrics & gifs not mine.

Premise: In an attempt to figure out how Walters Bio-molecular tech works, Killian ends up getting it wrong with disastrous (hilarious) results...

Words: 6793

Warnings: Christmas themed lyrics/No Christmas themed fic / if you squint there’s some slight sexual banter at the end there /

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I've got another story That I bet you haven't heard Did you know that Santa Has a secret agent bird From an undisclosed location He's watching me and you He's got satellite uplinks in his cufflinks Yeah he sees everything you do He's Penguin, James Penguin That dapper little guy Like a well dressed duck in a three piece tux He's Santa's secret spy Not so very long ago Santa didn't need much help But with more and more kids every year He soon got overwhelmed He told the elves one Christmas We can't do this anymore Then a knight in shining polyester Waddled through his door And it was Penguin, James Penguin He was there to save the day He had wireless And GPS outfitted on the sleigh And Santa said Penguin Won't you be my ears and eyes How'd you like to help me run My SCFBI He's Penguin, James Penguin And now I guess you've heard How Santa got his little Christmas Secret Agent Bird

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I've seen you walk the screen, it's you that I adore Since I was a boy I wanted to be like Roger Moore A girl in every port, and gadgets up my sleeve The world is not enough for the both of us it seems Hello Mr Bond, I've been expecting you Martini in your hand, and that eyebrow that you move Don't take this the wrong way, I know it might sound odd I'm the next double-0, I'm the right man for the job I wanted to be you, I wanted to be you I wanted to be someone else And I wish I was James Bond Just for the day Kissing all the girls, blow the bad guys away And I wish I was James Bond Just for the day Kissing all the girls, blow the bad guys away And I wish I was James Bond Just for the day Kissing all the girls, blow the bad guys away Roger and Sean and Timmy and George And Daniel and Pierce and maybe one day me

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The light grey clouds rolled over the mountains on the horizon line. By the colour alone you suspected that you were due heavy snowfall. Up in a mountaintop hideaway you were growing used to such things... no bright blue sky today.

You folded your arms with a sigh; still, a little bit of sunshine would be nice.

KiTT - your assistance drone - beeped every so often as he moved about the room, doing the odd task. Other than that, the house was silent, for now. Your eyes hovered on the helicopter outside and then back to the clouds; would there be a chance of getting out of here for the next few days? You knew cars would be out of the question, it was treacherous even in snow fairing vehicles... Note to self: Next time choose a boyfriend whose idea of a home is not a typical villain’s hide out. Although you supposed it fit his role in all this. At least to the Agency. Things had changed a lot since Killian had tried to take everyone out with his own drones, but they were still very wary of him. You found yourself tasked with keeping him straight - you weren’t sure they understood your relationship. But agreed anyway.

Having finished his tasks and now bored, KiTT whirred his way back over to you, beeping his greeting. Blue lights flashing. You shook your head at him, “What would you have me do? I’ve given you everything I had on my list, why don’t you ask him if he needs any help?” KiTT’s next series of bleeps had you laughing; “I’m sure he didn’t mean to kick you out like that. K just needs to concentrate. You can get pretty loud!” Your drone protested, which only made you giggle. Especially as he tried to make the argument that he couldn’t possibly be any worse than the rest of them.

KiTT had a point: the drones that the Agency had let you take back now helped both you and Killian with lab work - amongst other things – and, with your own expertise in AI, each now had their own distinctive personality just as KiTT did. Sometimes you regretted that decision. Although they couldn’t have been further from his blue and silver finish; in sleek black and red lights. Fitting for your significant other maybe, but it made little sense to you for the Agency to have given them such colours. (And if you were honest, KiTT looks a damn sight better, but you supposed there was a bit of favouritism in that comment.) “Oh, yeah. Cuz nothing says evil robot quite like red lights.” Killian couldn’t clap back at that, KiTT was exclusively blue. “I didn’t design it.” “I know. Which begs the question, why the Agency was building an assassination drone.” He folded his arms, “Well they don’t care, do they?” Protection by any means necessary. Stop the bad guys by any means necessary. “Well...” You raised your eyebrows and tipped your head in agreement. He’d know a lot about that alright...

You found yourself looking back to the clouds and sighed, “You could always go check the weather for me if you’re really that desperate. Or if you could figure out a really quick weather changing machine?” If you could count KiTT’s next sound as a scoff you would, before blue lights ran across his body to let you know he was contacting weather satellites for you.

The sudden crash behind you snapped you both from caring about the weather. It was followed by a slightly smaller - but still loud – one, and then silence again. You immediately started towards the labs, “On second thought, sounds like I should have just asked you to go straight to him!”

When you both got down there it was a little hard to tell what had happened. At first it looked like nothing too serious; work surfaces scattered with tools, screens full of science mechanics... until you spotted the broken glass beakers and liquid running across the surface of a worktop, dripping onto the floor. “K?!” He didn’t appear to be in here, and yet none of his drones were either, which made you think it also hadn’t been them to make this mess. Or they’d made themselves scarce. You turned the lights up a little further and kept walking, cautiously. Well - for one thing, the floor was now covered in broken glass and curious liquids… they should probably be tidied up at the very least. Good thing your drone was in a working mood. There was another sound from further in the lab that made you jump, and you turned towards it. KiTT made a sound of worry. “Hush, clear this away, I got it.” He beeped again, “I’ll be FINE. Cybernetic, remember!?” KiTT’s next beep caused you to glare at him, “Don’t use that tone with me-!”

You made your way carefully over to the noise, stepping around the glass that had been spat all over the floor. You were sure it’d made its way to unknown reaches of the lab, and you should be careful where you were stepping. Sure, you wouldn’t bleed, but thanks to the upgrades it’d still hurt. When you turned the corner, you came face to face with a huddled form. Your head tilted curiously; eyebrow raised. You recognised it alright: but it was more the mystery of how it got in here. It might well have been the source of the crash - after all, you wouldn’t think a penguin to be very careful in a lab. You were just thinking about how you were supposed to catch it and then tell your partner: “Well, a penguin got into the house, and then your lab somehow, and destroyed all your research. Sorry about that-!”, when it turned towards you and-

“AGH-!!” This time you didn’t jump, although both of you were startled. Your eyes widened even further as you stared at him, on the verge of collapsing into laughter. “K?!” The laugh wavered in your voice and you tried to swallow it back, “What did you do?” Killian was very blunt about it; “Turned myself into a penguin, alright. Are you happy now?” “How?” - Trying not to laugh was having the opposite effect and he sighed. “Go on, laugh-!” You did, but still tried to make it muted, before taking a deep breath, “What the hell...? Did you try to copy Walter’s formula-!?” “Well, it didn’t work did it-!” “They are all pigeons; although this is appropriate for our living conditions.” You crouched beside him, “...I gotta say, it’s very cute.” “Shut up!” You knew, were he still human, he’d be red with both anger and embarrassment by now. You reached out to delicately touch his feathers; it seemed, just like Sterling managed to retain the bow tie, Killian would retain the outlines of his suit. He swatted your hand away and hissed; “Stop it!” “Just take the antidote. I mean, it’s all over the desk, but I’m sure we can salvage some of it. I assume you are trying for a pigeon, right? Or maybe you aren’t; gotta say I prefer penguins.” “Thanks.” He responded dryly. You only grinned your ‘you’re welcome’ and then stood to walk back to his desk; even if KiTT had managed to clear everything by now, if Killian had all the data, creating another batch of antidote shouldn’t take too long, and you could enjoy him as a penguin for a few minutes... or hours... more. “No! Wait! Y/N!” He hissed again, flippers grabbing your leg. “What?” Killian gave you a look of significance. Your eyes narrowed; “You took it without making an antidote!?!” “I took it accidentally!! And I had an antidote, it just wasn’t perfected-! Now I’m stuck as a flightless bird-!” “Deadly in water though.” You mused, tilting your head – that was not well received. Killian grumbled, huffing something under his breath. “So, this isn’t Walter’s formula?” “No!” Although it didn’t look like he was prepared to admit it. And you weren’t sure exactly how he managed to take it ‘accidentally’. “I did it myself!” “Well, this part worked.” You continued walking though, which made him waddle after you as fast as he could, “WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?!” “Uhm, to get Walter. He’ll be able to fix this-!” “No!!” He got ahead of you and tried to push you backwards, you halted; you supposed you understood why he wouldn’t want to admit what he’d done. You thought Walter would actually love that Killian’s formula was at least correct, even if he couldn’t reverse it yet. “What are you going to do Killian? Perfect the antidote as a Penguin? Think about this-!” “I AM!” “Rationally.” You stooped again and gathered him in your arms, to which he squirmed until you set him on a clear desk. “He’s the only one who can help you.” “I can do this myself..!” “As a flightless bird?” He’d been the one to say it-! He sighed, but was still unwilling to concede. Folding his flippers across his chest and turning slightly away from you. You stroked a hand over his feathers again, and grumpy as he was, you felt Killian lean into your touch and smirked as you teased him. “We could be halfway to D.C. by now...” He turned to you, eyes narrowed, and pushed your fingers away again, gentler this time. “Fine. But not a word to anyone.” “I promise.” You placed your hand over your heart. “And don’t pick me up again. It’s embarrassing.” You raised an eyebrow, folding your own arms, “So... what are you going to do, waddle around after me?” “Yup.” Killian jumped down from the counter, sliding across the floor to the exit, passing KiTT who beeped curiously and looked to you. You gave a shrug and rolled your eyes. “You coming?”

It didn’t take very long to gather all that you needed and throw yourselves into the helicopter. You thanked your lucky stars that he’d taught you how to fly this thing. Your eyes flicked back to those clouds, “KiTT what did the weather say?” He beeped the response; cold, very cold, chance of snow later but the clouds may have been long gone by then. What concerned you most was if the chopper would fly, he seemed to suggest you’d be fine.

You took a deep breath and flicked all the switches to their correct positions before starting the ignition, blades whirring into life. Your penguin turned to you from his seat, where you’d firmly belted him in. “You sure you know what you’re doing!?! You have to get us all the way to Washington D.C.!” You glared at him, “You wanna try it in your current situation!? You taught me!!” Killian knew he had no choice but to concede. “Just be careful! Nothing reckless!” “Says the man that just turned himself into a Penguin-!” “It was accidental-!” His voice pitched. You placed your hands assuredly on the joystick and moved the helicopter steadily into the air and into higher altitudes. “Accidental my ass, how do you take something like that accidentally-!?” There was overwhelming silence and you knew you’d won again. But sighed, saying softer, “Look, it doesn’t matter...” You pulled out across the mountains and smiled at the blue sky out across your horizon line, the end of this grey was in sight-! “Walter will have you fixed into a sarcastic, Australian, pain-in-the-ass by the end of the day.” Even Killian couldn’t help but laugh at that.

How exactly did you end up in this mess? It’s probably best to go back to the beginning...

Shortly after the whole drone revenge plan had failed, you received an anonymous text telling you to bring a car to a building close to the Capitol Reflecting Pool and Washington Monument. It said nothing more than that, but it made you curious. Upon running it through KiTT and discovering it was from the Agency, your curiosity was only further piqued. And on the dot of the specified time, you were standing outside the building leaning against your car, shades on. To be honest you probably couldn’t have looked less inconspicuous, and you wondered if the Agency, in reality, were about to laugh at you for being so gullible and arrest you too. Well, you’d escaped from them before, and that was more than just a few upgrades ago.

The doors of the building opposite slid open and your mouth was suddenly agape, you slid your shades slowly from your eyes, unable to hide your shock. Stepping into daylight - in a brand-new suit - was none other than Killian himself.

His smile was gentle as he made his way down the steps to you, and your heart was hammering against your ribs. As Killian stopped in front of you, you couldn’t help yourself but throw your arms around him. “Am- am- am I here to pick you up!?” God I missed you, I missed you, I missed you… He chucked, returning your embrace, “I believe that’s the idea, yeah.” “They just let you go!?” Killian placed his right hand in his pocket and huffed, “Well. That’s not exactly it, I had to bargain my way out...” You surveyed him for a minute, all his cybernetics seemed intact; he didn’t look messed with. Running a full diagnostic would give you the whole picture, but you were puzzled. “What’s the price?” “Joining the good guys.” You pulled slightly back, “You’re working for the Agency!?” He gave a nod, “That’s the deal.” “Double cross all your acquaintances?” You smiled, leaning back against the car, “Does kinda sound like you... Oh. Wow. You’re an informant?” “Not exactly.” Your eyes widened further than you felt possible; “You’re an agent!?” “You got it.” But Killian’s smile slightly faded, “Y/N, I- I was only part of the bargain, though.” You understood him immediately, “Me? They want me.” “You’re an inspired scientist; your expertise in the fusion of human biology and robotics… not to mention AI- they can use that. It’s not really even me they want working with them, it’s you.” “You offered me up as a chip!?” You couldn’t help but be a little upset at him for that. “You’re the only chip I had to play!” Even by the desperate look on his face you shook your head, “No.” “I need you with me on this, you think I was gonna do it without you?” His hand reached for yours, and you didn’t pull away. “So, are we... a team?” “Well, about that—-” His eyes flicked over his shoulder and you both turned.

Standing in the doorway now - each with a wildly different expression on their face - were Walter, Lance and... you believed her name was Marcy. Your eyes flicked to his face and back to them. Walter was the only one that seemed to show any kind of joy; and he was ecstatic. You pushed back just about every swear word you could think of. “You’re kidding me?”

He was not, in fact, kidding and after being hauled into a two-hour meeting - which you felt really explained nothing - you were essentially handed a file and an ultimatum. Either you worked with them, or you were thrown in a maximum-security prison. You had to laugh, because you didn’t think this was exactly fair on you. And they had you between a rock and a hard place... Killian and you had always had the same vendetta against the Agency since Kyrgyzstan (maybe his a little more aggressive than yours), and you had a life outside all of this. You couldn’t afford not to take their offer. The Agency knew it.

That made you a lot less mad at him for signing you up, and you turned down the opportunity to vent to him on the drive back; “What do I call you now? Agent McFord!?” “Shut up!” The faint blush across his face made you smile and tease him again: “You do know all that James Bond stuff was a joke, right-!?”

It was one of your favourites. The two of you loved spy movies, unironically. And Killian really liked the classic Bond films, how any time he’d make himself a certain drink you’d come for him with the same joke: “Is that a martini!?” “Yes-??” He was always curious as to why that mattered, only for you to give a pointed smirk, “Alright... James Bond!” And he laughed, hard. And you loved that sound, because it was such a rarity these days, “Surely in this situation Sterling is James Bond...?” Then you smirked again, and gave Killian your best flirty wink, “Not to me!” That seemed to always get you where you wanted. And wasn’t 007 known for his way with the ladies, after all?

Today in your car Killian did not raise to the bait, but you saw him shake his head as he stared out the window. “So, are you going by Tristan or Killian…?” There was a little smile on his face as he continued to stare at the scenery, “I’ll leave that up to you…” Your sudden gasp had him looking back to you as something else gelled in your brain; “Wait does that mean I get to say I’m dating a secret agent!?” “Oh god.” His groan was quiet and you were already grinning, enjoying yourself even more. “You should never have agreed to this!” “Clearly.” “Wait—!” You turned to him in absolute joy, “Can you just put on a British accent for like five minutes-!?” “NO!” And you noticed how he managed to accent his Australian to new levels. Clearly his childhood wish to be James Bond was getting fulfilled, but he wasn’t about to play into it for your whims...

You’d figure out how to break that will before long-!

It took Killian a little more time than he would have liked to convince you that his deal was a good one. You were basically flat out refusing to work for them, doing the bare minimum you possibly could get away with; it felt too much like coercion to you, and they must have known how much you stood to lose.

His first track was to use Walter; with both similar approaches to science & technology and similar levels of enthusiasm for it, the work it would be possible for you to do together would be nothing short of incredible, and both of you knew it. You acknowledged Killian was right, but it wasn’t something you fell for. The files Killian gave you, the access to read about the technology... that interested you. The potential to further yourself in your own field, even if it had to be done with the Agency, was a good draw. But still not enough.

So Killian did the one thing he could, and played the last card he had left. Himself. Baiting you with his own fate. “If they say I’m not doing my job and throw me back where I came from, what then?” You hated him for it, hated even more that he had a point. Hated yourself for having to admit you couldn’t be without him. You’d almost gone stir crazy between his arrest and picking him up. You couldn’t stand to think of it being any longer than that. Too much of a pain point, your one line. You’d both lost enough; you refused to let yourselves lose each other.

You did not become an agent though. Your role was strictly technology and it confined you to the labs. Which you had to be honest, you enjoyed. And because you had your own job – and were a name the industry knew well – you weren’t a full time Agency employee. Your research saved lives – was the reason you still had yours – the Agency couldn’t exactly stop you working on good conscience. Even better! The tension in the team didn’t really let up, but the combination of the four of you (and Marcy and co when necessary) worked well. You all got more done than any other team in the Agency.

Still, the enjoyment of working alone, or with Walter, didn’t stop you from itching to get out there or complaining about it to Killian. “Oh. I see I’m not an agent.” “Less expendable than I.” “Out of me and you, how am I-” “You have a reputation beyond the Agency and they know it. You’re the poster child of cybernetics. They did it to save your brain; didn’t you tell me that yourself?” “You made this...” You indicated to the parts of your body that were, indeed, cybernetic. “Yes, I did.” He touched his forehead to yours, “but the top half of you is flesh and blood and I do not possess the brain you do. For now, you’re best staying in the lab.” Walter didn’t stay in the lab and it made you antsy; running around with Killian or getting to do stuff for him was half the fun.

And eventually you whined enough to get to accompany him on missions, even though you still didn’t get to be an agent.

You had a few style tips for your 007 too. In the same vein as Lance Sterling, Killian’s crisp new Agency suit was complete with bow tie and dazzlingly white shirt. You couldn’t help yourself, looking him over. Oh, sure, Killian looked great, but he didn’t look like him. As you strolled over, Killian stood still and as tall as possible: his obvious thought was that you we’re going to straighten his bow tie. Not a chance! Instead, you unfurled it and threw the fabric to one side, proceeding to undo one... two... you hovered over the third button. Killian placed his hand over yours, “Isn’t that enough?” He should have known that was a fatal mistake to say; “For me? No!” You took a step back with a smile, at the creased eyebrow and small frown look on his face, surveying your handy work: “Mmm. That’s more you. Agent McFord.” And so this was how he started to wear his suits, and before long that signature blue shirt found its way back into the mix, much to your delight.

It was on these missions together that you both became curious in Walter’s biomolecular tech. You from a purely scientific fascination. He had Sterling turning from man to pigeon left, right and centre. And the two of you had drones (now equipped with AI), but even you didn’t have anything like that. Clearly Killian’s interest had become a little more than just the spectacle and scientific theory though.

No, clearly he’d tried to replicate it for himself. And the result hasn’t exactly gone as planned. You supposed he wasn’t about to allow Lance to one up him for the rest of his Agency career - however long that lasted. And Killian wanted to get back on level footing without Walters help; he wanted to do it himself.

And it had worked, a very valiant attempt, but he hadn’t finished his antidote or had miscalculated somewhere... And that was how you had all ended up in a helicopter flying yourself to the Agency labs, with a penguin in the passenger seat.

Yet with what you’d seen working here, this just seemed like a typical day!

***

You landed to the best of your ability, ignoring his slight glare of annoyance at the small bump as you set the helicopter down. You would call that trip a success. You stared at the heavy doors in front of you and gathered your pass; you heard KiTT behind you and his metallic fussing as he switched himself into all the correct safety modes and access clearances for the Agency. That you had done yourself; you didn’t trust Killian with KiTT, did they really think they would get the go ahead to touch him? Turning to Killian you cleared your throat; “You gotta act like a penguin remember-! So don’t talk to me! Or do anything a penguin wouldn’t do!” “What wouldn’t a penguin do!?” You unclipped his seatbelt. Well, you supposed a researcher would know, or someone that worked with them closely in a zoo. But he couldn’t just guess the Agency’s experience. Then again, it wouldn’t surprise you if he knew everyone in it inside out by now. “Look, I don’t know. But don’t make me talk to you, I’m going to look like an insane person-!” Realising that you were both still talking to each other you shared the same ‘shut up!’ look before agreeing not to talk with a silent nod, and with both KiTT and penguin Killian trailing you, you headed across the helipad with your Agency pass.

Here we go again...

God, you hated this building. Most times you’d been out here it hadn’t been for any good reason - and you still didn’t feel particularly safe within it. And so many people… Even when you worked your legitimate job you usually worked alone - or with people you actually liked - you could talk to yourself or KiTT and run your mouth, or talk things through without anyone answering you. Everyone at the Agency had an opinion. When it was just you and Walter it was okay, and Killian was right, you liked him. But sometimes other people got involved and it got messy. To the point where Walter would gingerly steer you from the room before you really went off at someone.

You keyed yourself in; immediately scanned by the Agency’s automatic sensors, the switch turned green and the door swung open for you. You hesitated for a moment and looked down to Killian. “I know you’re gonna hate this, but I’m going to have to carry you through security. I think that’s all there is for it.” You didn’t let him answer as you picked him up but, as before, Killian protested by squirming in your arms as you walked down the hall to the security area. “Geez, now I look like I’m smuggling in a penguin…”

You gained some funny looks for doing so, but you need only say the word research and they let you through with him. As you turned into the next corridor, through the next security door and it all looked empty, Killian nipped at your fingers; “OW! Okay… Geez-!” You put him back on the ground, only for him to shake out his ruffled feathers with a ‘humph!’ The corridors remained silent as you took the long way down to the research centre. And Killian switched from waddling to sliding around on his stomach. You watched with curiosity; you supposed that was faster for him than trying to keep up with you. You turned to KiTT with a raised eyebrow, only to see him also focused with puzzlement on the penguin. Knowing you weren’t about to get anything sensible out of your drone, you spoke once again to your boyfriend: “Is that easier to move, or is it just fun?” Killian barely glanced up at you, but you knew the look he was giving: ‘you’re the one that said don’t talk!’ He was right, but this corridor was empty, the last 10 corridors had been empty! “Geez you can just nod.” You were met with nearly exactly the same look, before he paused, nodded, and carried on his sliding. “It’s fun? You are too cute.”

It took you until the next door for him to stand up and retaliate, but when Killian did, he smacked your leg as best he could with his flipper; you could only laugh.

***

You wandered cautiously through the laboratory and he stayed close; perhaps you should have checked that Walter was actually in today. You could already hear the stirring of whispers, and KiTT beeped in acknowledgement. You glanced to him, “Tell them to shut the hell up then!” His beep was a little louder in annoyance, and you rolled your eyes, but he began flying ominously over the heads of the other scientists and chatter stopped, work resumed. You smiled to yourself; everyone was scared of KiTT because of what they knew Killian’s drones had been capable of. KiTT was harmless, and had no weaponry, but they didn’t need to know that. You quite enjoyed how scared they got sometimes. Served them right for the majority of it. You were a little overcome with joy to see that Walter was indeed in his lab, and even more happy to see that Lance was nowhere to be found. You gave him a wave as you knocked on his door and received a big smile back. “Y/N! I didn’t know you were coming in today!” “Unplanned, I do confess. But it’s good to see you Walter!” “Well, it’s lovely to see you too! You working?” “Actually I came to ask a favour…” “Oh!” He straightened in his chair as he swung it towards you, large blue eyes curious, “What is it?” “Your bio-molecular technology?” “Yes.” It was at this point he noticed the penguin, and you could see the million questions racing in his mind, so you opted to continue quick before he got a chance to ask them. “Is that just for Lance? Would it work on anyone? You must have the formula, right? Is there any chance I can take a look? Both for the transformation process and the antidote to it. I mean you guys are using it all the time.” “Uuuhhhh…” Now you’d given Walter a million questions, and his eyes kept flicking downwards to your companion. “Well, I…Yes, I guess I could…. show you how to… Do you want to do this with a penguin?” “Ignore the penguin.”

Walter tried to keep his eyes on you, especially as the look you were giving him was serious, but eventually they trailed back to the bird at your feet. He studied it for a while and ignored you trying to protest him disregarding what you’d said. He leant forward on his chair, “Killian?” Instead of acting as he was supposed to, your partner became immediately angry. “Not a WORD to Sterling, or I SWEAR-!!” Instead, Walter lit up with a gasp, “You perfected your own formula!?! That’s so amazing—!! Colour me impressed-! Well, I could make what I made for him, so you can turn pretty much at will-!! Well-” He turned to you with a smile, “with some assistance of course-!” “A secret agent penguin!” The idea was funny to you, but at the same time you couldn’t help but love it. Killian immediately protested, “NO-! THATS STUPID, WE ARE NOT—!” You nudged him with your foot to shut him up, before continuing a sensible track of conversation, “First off, I suppose we should get the formula done. Then we can think about what we want to do with it afterward.” “All you need is the antidote right? I can get right on that… but, Killian, I’m going to need your help with what you did…” Walter spun back to the computer and began typing away, “Pull up a seat you two!” You dragged one across, and Killian scrambled up onto your lap; “I don’t have my formula, but KiTT could probably download it. He has a satellite uplink to the lab back home.” Walter nodded, “That’ll do, I’ll have to make sure the antidote coincides… I can’t promise this will be short though, you might be stuck like that for a few more hours.” “Hours!?” Killian sounded exasperated but turned to your assistance drone: “KiTT, see if you can link back to the lab and access file F-BMP5. Then send it across to Walter.” KiTT, glad of something to do, bleeped happily and set to work. “Sorry buddy.” Walter replied softly, “A penguin though, I’m impressed.” “Not entirely easy to find birds where we live.” This caused you to chime in, “Genuinely there are penguins up there?” “If you know where to look.” “Huh!” You smiled gently, “You’ll have to show me!”

Walter worked as quickly and carefully as possible, and as you suspected people were fascinated. Everyone who passed couldn’t resist knocking on the door and asking what a penguin was doing here. Some even having the nerve to ask, ‘Is that penguin talking?’ By the time the last one had enquired you were up by the door: “NO!” and slamming it back in their face. Walter took precautions to lock you all in here and frost the glass for privacy after that.

Killian remained in your lap, and you held him close, stroking your fingers through his feathers again, this time he didn’t seem to mind too much, and at times when you paused, he would nuzzle against your hands to get you to continue. Though you knew he would never admit it. As he continued working on the antidote, Walter again brought up the possibility of using this ultimate spy tech regularly. Killian didn’t seem keen, but you wondered if you could get him to warm to the idea… “I’m sure that we could find a little suit jacket for you in that form.” He glared back at you, “You’re enjoying this a little too much, aren’t you?” “A little, yeah!” You grinned in admittance, making him turn to Walter. “It’s a hard no from me.” “Aw, Killian, c’mon!” That only made Walter chuckle, “Let him get used to it Y/N, he’ll like it eventually, Lance did.” “You mean just leave him like this for a while?” Walter grinned, “Something like that!” Killian spluttered, stamping his foot against your leg; “YOU TWO PUT ME BACK RIGHT NOW!”

When Walter had the serum made up, he walked you both into another lab to perform the procedure. Killian let you carry him. “You can drink it if you want, but I’d like to run a few tests.” “Meaning what?” “I mean, if I put you under anaesthetic… I can check a few things.” “Is that usual?” “No but it’s your first time, and Lance’s wasn’t a pleasant experience I just want to make sure you’re okay, or Y/N will kill me.” Killian narrowed his eyes at both of you, standing there trying to look so innocent. “Fine. If I wake up and I’m not human again, I’m going to kill both of you.” Walter winced, however you only smirked; “Noted!”

***

When Killian awoke again, he was indeed human. But he was not in a lab in Washington D.C. instead he was in bed, back in the mountain top hideout. Had he really been out that long? Or was whatever drug used in the anaesthetic or antidote so strong he simply couldn’t remember anything else. He stretched, glad his head wasn’t spinning, and walked into the bathroom. Skimming his fingers up the side of his neck he pressed down on the projection switch. Killian checked this every morning as routine; that the system worked, that there were no problems with the metal, or his eye. This morning, nothing worked. He straightened up with a frown and tried again. Nothing. Killian rushed through the house; “Y/N! Y/N!” He sounded panicked, making you shake your head and call him through. “In the main room, babe.” He ran the rest of the way, “Y/N, my projection isn’t working!” You turned to him slowly, crooked, amused smile on your face; as if you were trying to hold back a laugh. “Are you sure? Why don’t you check again?” This time Killian was more careful, fingers sliding up his neck tentatively. He paused, realising that he couldn’t even feel the switch. It no longer existed. His eyes flew wide, voice quiet; “You- you- fixed it!” You grinned, smile slowly spreading across your face as you nodded, “Yes! So now you have a complete face!” He sprinted the rest of the way to you, grabbing you into a hug. You couldn’t help laughing, throwing your arms around him too as Killian buried his face in his shoulder, “You can cry now too! But please don’t! I would feel terrible!” “How-!?” “Turns out I can pick up a thing or two… Called in a few favours...” He pulled back and you framed his face with your hands, stroking your thumbs over his cheeks, “The Agency have better tech, but I never admitted that out loud. I’ve been wanting to do it for a little while but… Walter finally gave me the opportunity.” “...Thank you.” “Oh, don’t you start.” You indicated to yourself, “I have far more to thank you for.” You gestured to his robotic arm, “I thought… maybe I’d leave that. That was a feat of engineering y’know?” He laughed, “One thing at a time, huh?” “Yes!” You agreed with a nod.

Killian tugged away from you for a moment, and studied your clothes. He was in luck; they were the ones you had been wearing at the labs. Although, as he glanced to the colour of the sky perhaps it wasn’t the morning after all, perhaps it was later in the same day. It was snowing, though, so that weather prediction had been correct. Killian couldn’t be sure when it was exactly, but it was imperative you were wearing these clothes. “I just need to do something.” You were confused as he got closer to you. “What?” “Don’t get too excited.” He ran his hand down your body to the pocket of your jeans. “I mean, I can’t help get excited, you’re here and touching me.” “Stop it.” Although Killian smirked, slipping his hand into your pocket. You stilled, and your features pulled into a highly suggestive look as your eyes scanned his; “I mean, I have questions, Agent McFord.” He rolled his eyes at you as he fished a small disk drive out of your pocket. “…Wait!” You gasped, moment broken, “What the hell is that!? Where did you get that!?” You patted yourself down suddenly, “Killian-!” He closed his hand around it and beckoned you with him, turning to walk back to the labs, you hurried after him, “No one was paying much attention to the Penguin, were they!” “Wait! Seriously! What is that?” “Shush, you’ll see.” He plugged it into his computer and you waited patiently for it to boot up before you found yourself gasping again; “Is that… The Agency’s entire weapons tech!?” “Yup.” You whipped around to him, hands on his desk, “ARE YOU DOUBLE CROSSING THE AGENCY!” “Kinda.” His face was fairly nonchalant as his eyes held yours again. “Killian!” You couldn’t believe this was happening. After all that talk, and trying to persuade you into this. “After what they did...” He transposed the files, “are you really THAT surprised?” You folded your arms, hating that he had a point, “...Well no. But I... thought you might be a little more discreet.” “What they don’t know won’t hurt them - besides a few months ago you were telling me I was double crossing all the people I worked with, so is it double crossing a double cross or is it simply that I’m an effective double agent?” “... That’s a lot of doubles.” “Mm.” “I figure that’s not what the programme and agreement of your release was for. K, if they find out…” He tipped his head, eyes very nearly pleading with you. “I’m not covering for you!” “Accomplice?” “Not in your wildest dreams!” You were grinning - but maybe grimacing, because you thought perhaps you’d get caught up in this too, being part of his damn agreement - and Killian already knew he’d got away with it. You were going to be there for him no matter what he did and no matter what happened, you’d made that promise too long ago and you’d never break it. Not after what you’d been through together. You folded your arms again, “I won’t rat on one condition.” His eyes rolled, “What could that be?” “If you’ll agree to use Walter’s biomolecular tech, penguin yourself on missions in the same way Lance does his pigeon transformation.” Killian scoffed, “How?!” You were sure he wished he didn’t ask as you produced a collection of vials from a table across the lab. Killian’s face fell slightly. “You did not.” “Oh, we did!” “That’s most certainly punishment.” You indicated to the screen, “Someone brought this upon himself.”

There was silence, before he began chuckling, pulling you into his arms gently - and you were only too happy to accept his hug and a kiss to your forehead. “Geez. The things I do for you!” You moved to catch his lips delicately in ‘thanks’. Oh yeah, like you couldn’t say the same thing!

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Thank you for reading the penultimate fic of the year! 😁

#Killian #Killian sid #Tristan McFord #Spies in Disguise #Killian x Reader #Tristan McFord x Reader #Agent McFord #Killian/Ashlinn #Ashlinn #Kitt the Drone #KiTT #205 #This boy went in a box in Jan/Feb popped up in April and now he's back for December!#Alternatively: I Wish I Was James Bond #Which is the song I would have used for the 007 pieces because this is technically 2 fics in one #I'm rambling again but whatever...#Linzi Writes #Smol Bean Drabbles #I have missed writing for these two SO much!!#But then I look in the SID tag and I'm like /oh yeah. this is why.../#I still don't understand this Keller Killian thing but I crack up every time I see it because Ben also played Keller in Captain Marvel...#...so that's hilarious!!#And now I can only think of them being somehow related and thats even funnier #New Canon: Director Keller becomes Killian #burn everything you love / then burn the ashes #I've been listening to this song on repeat all day and its very Krennic but it's very good for Killian too!

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vincentferard · 5 years ago

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So this is 100% not related to my fan-fiction I'm writing but I was thinking and can you imagine Killian during the fourth of July/new year's Eve? By the way he talked in the movie I can only imagine that he has ptsd from Kyrgyzstan. So, with that in mind, could you imagine how he would react to the fireworks?

Alternatively, can you imagine him with his S/O on the fourth of July/New Year's Eve? They just sit up with him, doing their best to comfort him while the fireworks went off, their arms wrapped around him.

#tristan mcford #spies in disguise killian x reader #spies in disguise #killian x reader #tristan mcford x reader #my headcanons

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that-sarcastic-writer · 5 years ago

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Mistakes from the past- Killian Jones/Captain Hook X Fem!Reader

Pairing: Killian Jones/Captain Hook X Fem!Reader

Fandom: Once Upon A Time

Warnings: none really

Summary: Killian and the reader were in a relationship before the curse. They split up and when they meet again in storybrooke he finds out he has a daughter.

A/N: This is gonna be my attempt at writing a short series. I’m awful at writing series but I feel like this prompt deserves to be done properly and that requires dividing it into parts. Ps, as I said, I’m not that far into the show, I know he technically has two daughters already but lets assume this story doesn’t take place in that storyline. This is my own plot and storyline so I’m making up shit as I go. As I said with my previous Killian shots, I’m only trying to have fun here so if I say something wrong dont quote me on it, just enjoy the Killian content.

Also, I know the timeline of this storyline (my storyline) won’t correlate with the ouat timeline because if im not mistaken, Killian was in Neverland the majority of time before the curse after Milah died. And he only went to the enchanted forest a little bit before the curse. (I’m probably wrong but that’s what I’ve seen so far) Butttt for this, let’s say there was this year or so where he wasn’t in Neverland roughly about 6 years before the curse happened. So that’s when his relationship with Y/n happened. And this also takes place about a year or so after the curse was broken (around season 2, but not the same storyline ) because that’s around the time Killian got to storybrooke. Just clarifying, I know timelines in ouat tend to be confusing like that.

(you are here), part 2

The ever so subtle sound of wind blew in through your open window, refreshing your bedroom with the chilly Maine breeze. If it wasn’t for the rays of sunlight that sneaked their way into your bedroom you would’ve sworn it was still dawn as you were so deep into slumber. Though, such bliss was soon cut short by the sound of subtle and short footsteps making it’s way into your bedroom. You felt an extra weight on your bed as the spot next to you sunk with the weight of a small child.

“Mommy wake up!” You heard the giggly voice of your 6 year-old daughter, Anastasia Grace. Exhaling deeply into your pillow, you clutched it in your arm tightly as your muscles clenched before you allowed your muscles to relax again. Upon opening your eyes, you were met with your daughter’s ocean blue eyes. They were so innocent and pure; so intense and full of life. They were nearly as intense as his..

Sighing softly, you brought your body up into a sitting position, allowing the small child to find herself a spot on your lap. Smiling, you ran your fingers through her raven locks as you looked down at her. Pressing a kiss to her small forehead, you carefully moved her off your lap so you could get out of bed.

Stretching your full body, a soft groan escaped your lips as your muscles clenched once again and a yawn left your lips immediately after. “Morning baby. How did my little princess sleep?” You asked your daughter as she climbed out of bed followed you to your bathroom like a lost puppy. Giggling, she followed you in and out of your bathroom and out to your kitchen. You listened to her constant rambling and giggles as she retold the dream she had the previous night. As per every morning, she retold her recurring dream where she met her nameless father and you were all a happy family. Needless to say, she didn’t have what most people called a father figure, sure she had you. You were her mother and father and that was all she needed. But there was this empty void you couldn’t fill no matter how hard you tried. And it truly broke your heart to see her so excitedly talk about a nameless man she knew nothing about and so desperately wanted to know. But that wasn’t entirely your fault, of course it wasn’t. It was his.

Sighing, you tried to shake those thoughts off mind as you looked through the fridge. Well.. It was time to do groceries. Turning around to look at Anastasia, who was patiently sitting on the dining table with a coloring book, you closed the fridge and clapped your hands together, “How about we get some breakfast at granny’s?” A wide, cheeky smile made it’s way to her lips as she nodded excitedly.

“Granny’s it is,” You smiled as you grabbed her tiny hand into yours and led her upstairs to her bedroom, “Go get dressed while I take a quick shower, okay baby?” She nodded quickly and scurried off to her room. You watched as she skipped happily, giggles filling the atmosphere. Despite only being you, you couldn’t be happier to have her in your life, even if the circumstances weren’t the best. And she was your reminder that it should only be you and her. And there was no room for anyone else in your lives.

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Upon arriving at Granny’s, you were happy to see that Emma, Mary Margaret and Henry were also having breakfast. Anastasia was quick to run to their booth, letting her presence to be known. “Look who we got here. How’s our little princess doing?” Mary Margaret said with a smile as Anastasia ran to her first. Her and Emma also looked at you, smiling in your direction. You returned the gesture, taking the spot next to Mary Margaret.

“Morning.” You sighed softly, with a little bit of weariness on your tone. Upon noticing such, Emma gestured to Henry.

“Hey kid, why don’t you watch over Annie for a little bit? She hasn’t seen your for a minute.” She gestured to Henry, giving him a look and a half smile he probably understood. Henry happily complied, moving off the booth and grabbing Annie’s hand, leading her outside. Once the minors were far enough, both Emma and Mary Margaret turned to look at you with concerned eyes.

“What is it now Y/N? Did she ask again?” Mary Margaret spoke first. They were both mostly aware of your predicament when it came to Anastasia’s father. They didn’t know who he was exactly, nobody did. You choose to keep it that way for both yours and your daughter’s sake. But they knew just enough to be aware of how delicate the topic was.

Letting out a heavy sigh, you nodded shortly, “Yeah.. She just kept telling me about her dream and how she met him and how happy we all were.. Together.” You chuckled bitterly at that word. He probably had no idea what that word even meant.

“I know we’ve been over this Y/N, but, why don’t you try finding him? I mean its been, well, years, I’m sure if you talked to him now he would reconsider it.” Emma said, with a shrug. You scoffed, shaking your head with an eye roll. That would be the reasonable thing to do for most people. But he wasn’t like most people. With him, that’s the last thing you would ever do.

“You out of all people should know why I don’t want to do that. Did you look for Henry’s dad when you gave birth or when you found Henry again? No. So, for that exact reason you didn’t, I’m not going to.”

“I mean c'mon Y/N. He can’t be that bad, right?” Emma tried to argue. You exchanged looks of disbelief between Emma and Mary Margaret, who seemed to agree with Emma. You chuckled bitterly and shook your head. They had no idea who they were talking about.

“Okay so, take Henry’s dad, then multiply that by a thousand, that’s Anastasia’s father. We don’t need, nor want him in our lives. He would only hurt us. Cause that’s what he does best.” You frowned slightly as you took a sip of the coffee you had order, downing the small taste of bitterness the topic of him left down your throat. They both gave you looks of sympathy. Looks of pity even. “Besides,” You continued, “he’s not even in storybrooke. He wasn’t in the enchanted forest when the curse hit, I know that. And let’s hope for both our sakes, he never steps a foot on this town.”

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Killian stood on the sidewalk, in front of what he assumed was some sort of dinning. He looked around the unfamiliar town, trying to grow accustomed to the unknown land. Though, his attention was drawn into something or more like someone tugging at the end of his leather coat. Upon looking down he was met with a small child. Interesting..

“Yes child? Are you lost?” Killian asked the little girl in front of him with confusion lacing through his tone. He didn’t know much about children, but he did know children didn’t interact with strangers unless they were lost. Perhaps things were differently on this foreign land.. Still, his confusion only grew bigger when she.. smiled? When she smiled at him and shook her head. “Very well, do I know you then? Because I certainly would recall meeting a little girl like you.. And that I don’t.”

“I know you! You’re that man on my mom’s drawer. I remember you!” She exclaimed. Killian’s confusion only grew bigger by the minute. Nothing this child said made any sense to him. He was debating whether he should just walk away and dismiss this whole situation. That seemed like the reasonable thing to do. He, however, chose to humor the young girl. He slowly nodded and he crouched down to meet her intense blue eyes with his own. For a moment there, but only for a brief moment, the look in her eyes reminded him of someone.. But that couldn’t be, of course not..

“Is that so?” Killian made a humming sound, making her nod. “Well, so tell me sweetheart, how exactly am I on your mother’s drawer?”

“In an old picture! You’re with her and you’re wearing funny clothes!” She giggled at the thought then pointed to his own very, peculiar pirate looking attire. “Like those!”

Killian cocked his eyebrow in thought. Who could she possibly be talking about? Surely, it wasn’t someone from Neverland much less the Island he stayed in during the curse.. A certain someone did come to mind at the mention though, but that just couldn’t be.. There was no way.. The chances of her being in storybrooke with a child were little to none.

There was only one way to find out. “What’s your name little girl?”

“Anastasia Grace L/N.” Killian’s eyes grew a bit wide. That last name.. He knew it all to well. But no, that couldn’t be. There were countless amounts of people with that same last name. It could just merely be a coincidence. Right?

Killian took a deep breath and dared to ask the definitive question. “What’s your mother’s name?”

“Y/N L/N.”

Killian’s jaw dropped ten feet under grown and his eyes grew the size of the moon. There was no way. That couldn’t be.. It couldn’t be her.. Out of all people, it had to be her..

Standing up to his full height, Killian ran a hand through his raven hair and sighed exasperatedly. Well.. There was only one thing he could do at that point.

“Can you take me to your mother? There’s an important matter I need to discuss with her.” With a small giggle, Anastasia nodded and grabbed his hand. Hesitantly, Killian took her tiny hand into his and allowed her to lead him inside the dining. There he saw someone he thought he would never have the luck to see again.

“Y/N.”

Part 2

《As I said this is the first part of what will be a short series. Know that I had to rewrite the second half of this one three times because it wouldn’t save properly. This last one didn’t turned out exactly how I wanted to, but I really hope you enjoyed it. Part 2 will be up in a few days at most》

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bakerstreethound · 5 years ago

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Passions of a Pirate

Pairing: Killian Jones x reader

Warnings: let’s just say...You’ve Been Warned

Summary: reader walks in on Killian moaning in his sleep, and she thinks he’s having a nightmare but really he was dreaming about her. Will she make it come true?

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound

Requested by anonymous

A/N Thank you so much anon for this request! It was so much fun to do and I really hold this one close to me. (it may be a personal favorite). I wish you all the best and I hope you love it (:

After yet another day of saving the world from was felt like never ending danger, I decided to pay a visit to my secret admirer, knowing he'd be surprised to see me. It had been awhile since our late night drinking rendezvous and I missed him, no matter how much I tried to deny it.

I promised Killian I’d meet him at my house, but had gotten sucked into yet again, another problem named Emma Swan. I admired her, but the heroic façade wasn’t cut out for me.

When can I get back to actually having some real fun? I inwardly groaned, frustrated with the situations I could do nothing about. I had a feeling Killian wouldn’t be at my place, so I took the route to his jewel of the sea.

Before I knew it, I had made my way onto the Jolly Roger, the gem of Killian’s heart. With each stride, it gently swayed, small waves lapping at her ancient hull. I smiled to myself, savoring the night air and the gentle breeze, now approaching port side. For a brief second, a long groan made its way to my ears, but I shook it off. It’s just a leopard seal, harmless. I scolded myself for being irrational.

Then again a loud Mhmmhmhmhmhph sounded from below.

“Surely it can’t be,” I murmured to myself as I lifted the slat revealing the stairs to the Captain’s quarters. Softly, deftly I descended, small strips of cobwebs lacing into my hair, but I was too focused on the muffled noise to notice. What the heck is that bloody pirate doing?

His quarters were dim, but I recognized his long lean figure silhouetted against the small bed. From where I stood I noticed him tossing and turning, as if he were in a bad dream. Could be seasick, you never know. I thought for a fleeting moment until a loud groan reverberated throughout the small room.

“Killian?” I whispered, walking closer, turning the oil burning lamp on the table as I sat down at the foot of his bed. Sure enough, this time a long moan escaped his lips as he let out a breathy sigh. “Love, so good to me,” he mumbled, barely audible followed by another longer, louder moan. I shifted my legs together, feeling the heat in the room intensify. I couldn’t look away from him, my mind spitting out countless images of his sweaty, toned chest, and me running my fingers down his chiseled back.

Damn you Killian, I inwardly sighed scooting up closer onto the bed and gently caressed his stubbled face. I had to wake him up sooner or later from his fanciful dream world.

Placing my hands on the lapels of his jacket, I gently shook him, receiving a whimper. “Killian, I’m back. Time to get up, sleepyhead.” His head fell into my arms, nuzzling into my chest, right above the valley of my breasts. “Alright Killian, stop fooling around. I know you can here me.”

“Mmm, love you’re too good to me.” Here I felt the warm silkiness of his tongue graze up from the valley to my neck, his eyes finally opening meeting mine, pupils dilated.

“Killian, you don’t have to do...” I was cut off by his lips closing around mine, soft and gentle, making his way down to my clavicle. I groaned in pleasure, tangling my hands into his unruly hair as he pulled me against him, feeling the thrumming of his heart.

“I suppose you can’t get any closer, love?” he pulled away from his exploration, lifting a brow and smirking at my now ruffled shirt and mused wavy hair. My lips still tingled from the heated kiss. I craved more, wanted more. I had to resist for a question was brimming to the surface of my mind.

“What were you dreaming about, Killian?”

“Nothing that concerns you, love.” He still held me close, the grip around my waist closing just a fraction tighter. I looked him in the eyes, they seemed almost...ashamed, embarrassed, even.

Leaning against his chest, I inhaled his scent before replying. “Well if you won’t tell me, I know what you want. You never say love to anyone in a certain manner but for me.” I felt his body tense before I broke away, smirking.

The tiny cabin of the ship seemed to still as Killian rose on his feet, lithe and graceful as a cat. His dark, lined eyes looked almost menacing from our close proximity. He stalked closer and I blindly searched for a way out, knocking the back of my knees against his ancient carved oak table. He smirked playfully, lifting me up onto the table, my legs dangling and closed the remaining space that was left between us.

I blushed slightly, trying to hide the smile that was threatening to explode across my face, but I stopped as his eyes darkened.

“Enough of your games, love. A pirate’s passions can only be subdued only for so long. I tire of waiting,” he growled, sending shivers down my spine. I bit my lip, noticing how his breath caught, just at the mere sight of me.

"Come on pirate, get what you want," I forced down the blush, but knew I was red even in the dim light. I bit my lip again, sending Killian growling against my neck. I gasped in pleasure as he bit down, sucking hard on the tender spot that sent my mind reeling.

As if by magic, my hands had found their way into his soft, unruly hair making him slightly groan, but I was far from being finished.

“What do you want from me, Killian?” I whispered, my voice coated with a hit of seduction. “You can’t deny you were dreaming about me, but you can’t deny your passions. Let me make them a reality.” He stiffened only for a moment against me, huffing in frustration as I let my hands fall from his hair, grasping the table. His eyes darkened.

“Oh no you don’t,” he snarled, pushing against me, forcing me to wrap my legs against his waist, heat pooling from every surface of his body. He hissed, “You are mine tonight and for all eternity.”

Without another thought, I tugged him close to me, my heat pressed up against him and he moaned; a thundering, booming glorious cacophony that swelled within my being. “I am yours, your first mate.”

I felt his familiar bulge press against me harder in response, unable to contain itself as his hands snaked behind the nap of my neck, placing searing kisses up and down my neck and lips.

“Killian,” I sighed. Pure bliss. I was with pure bliss in its human form. No, I was with a god.

“Are you sure, love?” his voice was hoarse, coated with desire and need. I knew he loved me, but his senses were on overdrive. He had hidden his passions for too long. He had to let go.

“Yes.”

At my response, he lifted me off of the table, gently tugging at the fastenings of my corset, letting it fall to the floor. After a few moments he let out a groan as I faced him in all my splendor, sauntering towards his bed.

“Just like a dream, you’re beautiful,” he sighed, and with each deliberate step, he discarded his clothing blessing me in all his glory. Every muscle of his chest contracted with each breath he took, his boots resounding like thunder with each stride. Something about a naked pirate with boots did a number on me. I rubbed my thighs together, a small moan slipping out.

It didn’t go unnoticed as he lifted a brow, his trademark smirk gracing his features before pouncing on me, trapping underneath him.

Slowly he kissed me, gently wrapping his arms around me. Cool air turned to flame as our kisses grew heated and full of passion. We were an inferno and our love was ablaze.

His sonorous moans graced my ears as he plunged in and out of me and my moans summoned each release. He and I were one Captain and mate, together bound for all eternity.

For a brief moment we were hearts beating as one, our souls unified before breaking apart in the night sky. With one last echo, we were severed, and I held him against me, his head resting on top of my beating heart.

“I love you, Captain,” I murmured, weariness seeping into my bones.

“Now that was one hell of a dream, love” he flashed a cheeky grin before pulling me closer to him under the covers.

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laylaswriting · 3 years ago

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Bloodstream Chapter VII - My Name

MASTERPOST | Ao3 | Wattpad Title: Bloodstream Chapter VII - My Name Pairing: Killian Jones x fem!reader Word count: 1.9k Warnings: none Tags: fluff, drama, angst, mutual pining/tension Synopsis: After the events on the island, everyone is back on board of the Jolly Roger. The secret is out. A/N: I hope you enjoy loves. ❤ Any feedback is appreciated!

She heard someone call out her name. It seemed like the voice came from another universe, far away from her. The world seemed so different suddenly. It felt like a peaceful place, like all the troubles of existence washed away.

She felt a soft bed under her body, covered by warm and soft blankets, the smell of leather and rum filled her nose as she rolled around and buried her face in the pillow. A sudden pain shot through her body when she moved too quickly, a maddening pain from her chest rushing through her limbs and firing up every nerve. A warm hand touched hers, calloused fingers caressing it softly, the touch light as a feather.

“(Y/N).” It sounded hurt, worried. Her brain didn’t, but her heart recognized it. She felt his grip tighten around her hand before letting it go.

She slowly blinked her eyes open, drinking in her surroundings and processing the piercing pain in her body as the fog lifted from her mind. She was in a room – pale and dark wood surrounded her from every side, golden and red accents decorating it among old books and maps. She lifted her eyes to the man sitting next to her and tears filled them immediately. But after just a brief second of happiness, terror spread across her features.

She quickly moved her hand to touch her hair, but the sudden movement made her squeal in pain. Her hair was uncovered. Her shirt was gone – tight bandages replaced it across her whole chest. She looked at Killian with horror – but his expression was soft, almost pained. Anger was nowhere to be found. Her heart hammered against her ribcage which just emphasized the horrible pain she felt there.

“Killian.” She whispered while looking up at him through half lidded eyes.

“I’m so sorry.” His hand slowly caressed hers, his touch soft – much softer than one could expect from a man like him.

“You saved my life.”

“I put you in danger.” He answered and looked away from her, furrowing his brows. He stayed there for a while before looking back at her, his blue eyes piercing into hers. He bit his lips before looking away again. “Get some rest, love.” He said before he placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

Her eyes snapped open as she sat up in her bed, but the sharp pain in her chest made her let out an annoyed groan as she leant on her arm. She looked around, the room was pitch black, only the faint light of the moon shone through the thick red curtains. Was it all just a dream? That was the only logical answer, she thought. The way he caressed her hands, how he looked at her. That must’ve been a fever dream. She lingered her fingers on the bandages on her chest and tried to feel her scar. She was all alone and couldn’t hear a single noise from around her. Did she die? Was this the afterlife? She let out a shaky breath and stepped out of the bed with one arm pressing into her ribs. In the dark room she couldn’t see much, and no matter how much she looked she couldn’t find her clothes. She however found and old leather coat hanging on the back of one of the chairs so she decided to put it on because she didn’t want to leave the cabin in her underwear. When she put it on the smell itched into the fabric filled her nose and made her heart feel heavy. The feelings rushed to her head and made it spin. The coat was warm, it smelled of leather, rum and his skin. The pain in her chest increased, but not because of her injury. She shook her head slightly and stepped towards the door of the cabin – everyone was probably asleep.

The cold night air tingled her skin beneath the long coat as she took a few steps barefoot on the deck. It reminded of her the night she had to sneak onto the ship barefoot so Killian wouldn’t hear her. It was somehow funny to her – because he didn’t hear her at the moment either. He was standing on the quarterdeck with his back to her, looking out onto the ocean.

The moonlight shimmered on the peaceful water, the stars could be seen perfectly. There was no other source of light on the horizon.

“Beautiful, is it not?” She asked, voice barely audible as it already took great strength out of her just to be there. He quickly turned on his heels towards her, eyes wide in surprise. She was standing there with her feet bare, one of his long coats on her shoulders in the pale moonlight.

“You shouldn’t be out here like this.” His voice was so low, almost a whisper. He didn’t move, he was frozen in his stance as he looked at her. His lips slightly parted and his eyes were wide, he just couldn’t comprehend her finally standing in front of him like this. Like her true self. She was as gorgeous as ever.

“I just had to make sure I’m not dead.” She smiled to herself as she looked up at him.

“Do you think heaven would look like my cabin?” Finally, a smirk found its way to his lips as well. She chuckled a bit but immediately had to lean against the railing because her pain got stronger. Killian touched her arm and looked at her with a concerned expression.

“I remember you called out my name when we were fighting,” she said as she looked out at the ocean. She didn’t dare to look into his eyes. Not at this moment when her head was not clear enough to keep the feelings and thoughts at bay. “Or did that happen in my dreams?”

Killian’s heart clenched at the memory of her falling to the ground losing her consciousness, blood on her chest and blade, looking up at him with hazy eyes before passing out. He silently cursed himself for allowing himself to ever feel this way again towards someone.

“I did, yes.” He replied and looked at her from the side. She still didn’t lift her gaze towards him and he didn’t understand why.

“Did you know it from the beginning?”

Killian scoffed and smiled while looking out at the ocean too.

“I am a lot of things, love. But I am not stupid. Of course, I knew. I recognized you.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Did you want me to say anything?” His question lingered in the air for a bit, she opened and closed her mouth a few times and, in the end, just decided to shake her head without speaking a word. The thoughts filled her head in a chaotic mess, so many questions she wanted to ask, so much she wanted to say. But she didn’t know if she should.

“What will happen to me now?” Killian quirked a brow at the question and looked at her in confusion. She still didn’t face him.

“What would happen?”

“Will you kill me? Drop me off in some town? Sell me to some evil pirate lord?” While she tried to hide it and brush the question off as a joke, her voice was shaking. Killian had enough and gently put his hook under her chin to make her face him. He stood dangerously close to her, she could feel his breath on her skin, his ocean blue eyes burning through her own. Her heart fluttered at the contact as she looked up at him, never breaking eye contact.

“I’m the evilest creature you’ll find on the seven seas, love. So no, I won’t do that.”

When he was speaking, she made the mistake of looking at his lips. The way he said love filled her hazed brain, the pain, the blood loss and the dizziness didn’t help her decision making. All she could think of in that second was his lips on hers. His voice snapped her out of her thoughts once again.

“Do you want me to take you back to your father?” He asked in a low voice and he moved his good hand on her shoulder. She shook her head.

“No, I can’t go back.” She looked out at the sea, the memories of her father filled her head. She felt tears prickle her eyes but she quickly blinked them away. “I’ve told you already.”

“Come on, love. Maybe I can help.” Her look snapped in his direction and her expression was unreadable to him. Confused, angry, sad all at the same time.

“Stop calling me that! I’m not some whore in a tavern! And also, I don’t need your help!” She snapped at him, and turned her body towards his completely, her eyes throwing daggers at him. She couldn’t quite explain the outburst of anger all of a sudden, but her thoughts wandered to her father, how she had to leave him, how she met Hook at the first time, the way he smugly talked to her and everyone around him, how he called her love then and how he probably did that to every woman she ever brought to bed. How he was so caring and nice all of a sudden, how she felt he treated her like a helpless child.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to himself, their faces were only inches apart, she could basically feel the heat of his skin on her own. This reminded her that she only wore her underwear and his coat at the moment.

“Don’t you, love? If I recall correctly, you are only alive because of me. Because I could’ve thrown you into the bloody ocean any time.” He said through gritted teeth as he looked at her. He pressed his lips into a tight line as he searched her expression.

“Is that so? Because if I recall correctly, you are only alive because of me.” She replied and freed her arm from his grip and turned around to leave the quarterdeck. She didn’t exactly now where she wanted to go, just that she wanted to get away from him. If anger wouldn’t have clouded her mind, she would probably cry from all the frustration she felt. But not at that time.

She heard footsteps approaching and a few seconds later she saw James’ blonde hair appear in front of her. His eyes grew wide and he smiled when he saw her, but it immediately disappeared as she tripped on the stairs and fell forward. The sudden anger mixed with the side effects of her injury caused her to trip over herself as she was headed towards the crew’s quarters. She tried to steady herself on the railing but fell forward, into James’ arms. Killian jumped forward but stilled when he saw her being safe. His expression stiffened and he clenched his jaw. James looked between them with a confused look on his face.

Killian rested his hook on his belt and ran his other hand through his hair.

“Take her to my cabin. She needs rest,” was all he managed to say before he turned his back to them. James didn’t speak a word just nodded as he lifted her unconscious body up. He slowly walked with her, kicked Killian’s cabin door open and set her onto the bed. He didn’t linger, he didn’t want to get in any trouble or get caught up in whatever was going on.

Killian was listening closely to any movement he heard, from James’ footsteps to the creaks when the door opened and closed. He clenched his jaw again as he stared into the distance, thoughts and feeling rushing through his head before he smashed his fist against the wooden railing of the Jolly Roger.

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