#captain James Hook

[dellamortte]

"Things were simpler when I was younger." "Then the mess starts. The feelings come. Oh, Pan is so lucky to be untroubled by them... Oh no, he cannot love. It's part of the riddle of his being."

[not-wholly-unheroic]

🪝

The Jolly Roger isn’t actually the name of his ship. Or at least, it wasn’t to begin with. Peter can’t read very well and knew just enough about pirates from listening to stories at windows to know that pirates called their flag a “Jolly Roger” so that when he saw the J and the R, he assumed that must also be the name of the ship. When Hook first took the ship, he actually named her the Jamaica Rose after the location where he captured her and his sister, Rose.

Rose was probably a good ten years older than him but they were close growing up, and she always tried her best to keep him safe from their father’s rages. When she eventually was old enough to marry and her fiancé became aware of the abuse she was dealing with at home, he planned to take her (and her mother and brother) away to the colonies where he had some connections. Unfortunately, while Rose was waiting for young James to come home from Eton on break to tell him the plan, their father found out and…it didn’t go well. Young James, being the black sheep of the family, was blamed for his mother’s death and sister’s disappearance and had to basically go into hiding. Rose spent the rest of her life looking for him…and up until Neverland, when he became an adult, James spent his life searching for their father to exact revenge, initially taking the legal approach of joining the navy and waiting for his morally questionable father to slip up…but eventually falling into piracy when he started to allow some of the men they were supposed to be hunting down for illegal activity to go free on the condition they provided him with information he might use to find his father.

[gilenart]

Hook being a gentleman in his first impression + tiny James as the Lost Boy

[kabishkat19]

Disney Role Reverse🏴‍☠️

Young boy James hates the idea of growing up and having responsibilities but there is no way out, until a mysteriously lively spirit offers to take him and others to a fun world where he wouldn’t grow up. It all seems perfect until James notices the youth of young boys being stolen; now he’s gonna try and escape with all the other boys in trouble, especially when said spirit seems eager to catch him.

[sour-leminies]

My little Fairy

Pairing: Hook x Fairy F!Reader

Summary: Coming to Merlin Acadamy you grew very close to the pirate with a hook. Everyone had declared you Hook's pirate Fairy. Truth be told, most people couldn't believe how loyal and caring you were to the pirate. So, when you finally snap, for the first time in a long time James didn't have you by his side, and all he knew was he wanted you back. Now.

Warnings: None I can think of, but let me know otherwise.

Taglist: @astrynyx @snixx2088 @4ng3l-ch1ld @herondale-lightworm Just ask to be tagged!

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I watched as Bridget and her friends all danced around the court yard - singing and dancing. It was sickening, they were so sweet and yet I couldn't help the part of me that yearned for that kind of friendship.

My only friend was Captain Hook, and if given the chance I'm positive he would have ditched me long ago if not for my help with things. Whenever he wasn't prepared for a test, I'd skip my own class to be in my smaller form tucked away in his shirt - telling him the answers. Or whoever he wanted me to spy on one of his victims he terrorized, I'd do so. Or when he wanted pixie dust, etc. The point was, I'd give my soul for Captain James Hook, and I don't even think he sees me as a friend.

Snapping out of my haze I landed on James's shoulder, whispering in his ear - telling him how Bridget was in the courtyard being all happy. A message he hurried to tell Uliana, before he made his way to the spot. I was still on his shoulder as he entered the courtyard with a dramatic flair.

I remained on his shoulder as he sang and danced, until Uliana turned into a flamingo. Something I couldn't help but smile at. Part of me was jealous of Uliana, and her relationship with James. It looked more intimate than his with Maleficent.

I pulled James through a different door, Maleficent following after us - and we cut the girls off. I now rested on Maleficent Horns. I let out a gasp, that came out like a jingle.

The Vk's all retreated once Uliana ran away - screaming and soaking wet. At least she was no longer a flamingo.

Once everyone cooled down, I was now in my human form laying on my bed, dressed in a nice pretty black dress. My makeup and hair had been done and all I had to do was wait for Hook to get here so we could go to that birthday dinner he promised me.

"Still no Hook?" Maleficent - who was also my roommate asked me. "No, you would think he'd show by now. I mean he's twenty minutes late." I praised the lord that my voice didn't come out as jingles when in my human form. Annoyingly so, only other Faires and James could understand me when I was in my smaller size.

"I hate to say this," my roommate spoke as she sat onto my bed with me. "But maybe he forgot."

I quickly shook my head. No way - he promised me. He had promised. He wouldn't forget me.

Slowly the hours ticked by and by the time it struck eight, two hours after the time we agreed on, Maleficent forced me up, and her hand Hades took me to dinner.

I wanted to cry, but how could I? Just because I love him, doesn't mean he loves me. At that very moment I accept that cold hard truth.

So as Maleficent rubbed my arm, and Hades even pat my head - I had decided that I would stop trying with Hook, it'll never happen anyways.

—

Over the next few days you ignored Hook. You hadn't made the first move to talk to him, and it seemed he had nothing he wanted you to do for him.

When the third day of you ignoring him he grew antsy. He didn't know what the sudden change in you was, but for some very odd reason - he didn't like it.

He walked out of detention - Something he had gotten when he was caught breaking in Merlin's office. His very first thought was that you weren't there. Typically, when he'd get detention - if you didn't sit in there with him in his jacket, then you'd always greet him with a hug once he walked out the doors.

"Yo, Mali." He called out to the mistress of evil. "You heading to your room?"

The dark fairy nodded her head silently, and James took that as an invitation to walk her to her room. Even though he would never admit it, the real reason was so he could check on his little fairy. The one he was now growing worried about.

—

You jumped at the sound of the door opening. Looking up from the books you were reading on your bed, you were surprised to see Maleficent, but also James.

"Hook." You spoke, but kept your voice neutral.

The man couldn't help but flinch at the name you used. You never called him that, you always either used Captain or James. Now he knew somethings wrong.

"We need to talk." Came his short reply, but you weren't dumb, you could see the slow anger bubbling up in his eyes.

You slowly got off your bed, and walked out into the hallway with him. "What's the problem?" You were honestly he hadn't already listed things he wanted done, but you were sure he'd start soon.

"The problem? You tell me. You suddenly ignore me, I haven't seen you in three days - but I know good and well Hades has. So you fucking tell me the problem." His voice was slowly growing louder and louder.

"Hey calm down." You tried to keep your guy's voice quiet - but that only set him off more.

"Calm down?! How can I be calm when you vanished. You were gone." Suddenly both of you stopped. You both could hear the hurt, the insecurity, but most importantly the fear laced in his tone. His chest breathed up and down heavily as he realized just how much he bloody missed you.

"Listen, Hook." "James."

He took a step closer to you, slightly pushing you into the wall as he pushed into you, leaning down to breath you in.

Fuck he felt like an addict who needed a hit, and finally scratched that itch under their skin.

"You call me James." His breath fanned over your face, as he slightly leaned up to get a look at your face.

Part of you loved this, as you placed your hands onto his chest, the open part of his shirt so you both could feel the skin to skin contact.

For James it was like your touch awakened something in him. Something that called for your name. Something in him burned for you.

He leaned down, his breath fanning over your lips. Making you close your eyes in anticipation. Hook didn't was a single second. He dropped his hook from his hand, and placed it onto your cheek, while his other hand grabbed a hold of the back of your neck.

You in this moment couldn't deny you loved this - the feel of his lips on yours, the feel of his wanting you. But it was too late.

He had made it clear that you weren't a priority. And even though bread crumbs of his affection felt like a feast - it wasn't enough. You hand to stand up, You deserve better. Something that Captain hook couldn't give you.

You built your strength and pushed him away. "No."

Hook looked at you confused, did you not just feel what happened between the two of you? Because he was more than happy to give a repeat.

"I deserve better than you." You pushed him again, finally letting the tears out. Letting the tears out of a woman who wanted nothing more than the man she was crying over. "I deserve so much more than what you give me." Which was nothing. You pushed him again and this time he grabbed both your hand and pulled you into him, letting you hit him over and over until you were drained - but never letting go of you.

"You done?" You glared up and him through your pretty wet eyelashes. "Good. Now listen. You will have no one other than me. There will be no other man, woman, I don't give a fuck. Your my little fairy." You went to shake you head. No - maybe once you were his but not anymore.

"You don't even make a priority - how can you say that?" Your voice was horse from the mini break down you had while punching him.

"You are my priority." How could you say you weren't? Even when he though nothing of you, from the first moment he met you he had put you as a priority on his list.

"Ask me about how I spent my birthday three days ago." Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

You could see the panic cross his face. The regret and self loathing as well. And maybe once upon a time that would be enough, but not anymore.

You pulled yourself away from him and hurried into your room, locking the door.

He banged a couple time before he spoke through the wood.

"I'm sorry, fuck I'm sorry. Sorry can't even explain, let me make it up to you." When he got no response from he, he continued on. "I am sorry about this but we will move past it. Just remember you may think you are free of me, but your are not. I will haunt you, beg for your forgiveness. You want better - I'll be better."

You silently cried while Hook poured everything he had from his heart into his next words.

"I'll be so much fucking better for you, my little fairy. So better."

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The rest of the entire week, Hook would try his best; he'd bring flowers to you in the morning, he'd always walk you to class - despite how much you told him to leave you alone.

James knew he screwed up, and he hated himself for it. He didn't know what he had and he took it for granted.

He would scowl at Hades and Maleficent when you all were hanging out at the black lagoon.

Just because you and hook were on shaky ground didn't mean you were no less a Vk. Something that the crew grew to respect about you.

Every time you walked past him - not giving him a glance, he felt his chest tighten. He miss how you would cling to him. How you would rest on your shoulder when you felt over stimulated. The way you would accidently spray him with pixie dust, causing him to float.

He missed teaching you sword fighting, and all the basics. He missed you.

"Y/N!" He called out to you, desprate to get your attention. For the first time, since that kiss you didn't glare at him - nor push him away.

Instead it was worse. He felt his stomach grow cold at the neutral and emotionless look in your eyes. At least when you hated him you still cared. Now he didn't know. Your walls were up so high - it's shadow could darken a valley.

"Yes Hook?" He closed his eyes, shaking off the feeling he had.

"First, it's James. Second, will you go to dinner with me." You opened your mouth to disagree but he covered it before you could make a sound.

"Don't say no." He could hear his heart pounding in his head. "Just come. Meet me at Dip and Go dinner tonight at eight."

He dropped his hand from your mouth, and he found his courage to speak his next words.

"If you don't come I'll leave you alone." He would not, but he needed to know that deep down he still had a chance. And if he didn't have one then he would spend the rest of his life fighting for one.

He walked away, nervous for the reality check that he would soon face tonight.

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The clock on your dorm wall ticked, and ticked. Each second growing closer to eight. The diner was an hour away and if you were to make it in time you should be leaving now.

But you just couldn't. You were too afraid. You weren't a fool, you could tell James was sorry, and regretful, but you didn't know if you could trust him.

He had unknowingly held your heart - and then crushed it. What would he do if he had known how much you cared for him? Would he treat you different?

"You should go." You looked over to the dark fairy, you had thought she was out with Hades.

"I'm scared." You had once thought James was your only friend, but Maleficent and even her boyfriend proved me wrong. "That's what makes it worth it."

She walked over to your bed, sitting down beside me before she carried on. "If you even have a chance for love then it's worth it to fight. And if you decide that he's not worth it, then at the very least you owe it to yourself to find closure." Maybe she was right.

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Hook glanced at the clock on the wall of the diner, it said eight forty, and he knew that she wasn't going to show. He blew his shot. He wanted to throw the glass Infront of him, the one where he poured rum into it.

He had decided to dress nicely, wore his best clothing, even left his hook at home. He wanted to look his best for you - to show you he could be a good guy for you.

He had already paid for his drink, so he left a twenty bill on the table and walked out. He would wait longer, but he could tell the employees had wanted him out.

He felt like he couldn't breathe as he walked down the path, he wanted to take you on. The trees lit up with beautiful fireflies at night, and it was a view he wanted to share with you.

His vision blurred, and his chest breathed up and down, as his heart ached, pounded. He had no problems with ripping his heart out for you, but fuck, all he needed was you. He felt like a fool - not because you didn't show, but because he was too self-absorbed and if he had opened his eyes from the beginning thing would be different.

He was a villain, and villains don't get happy endings. He knew that he could never have you, simply because you were his happy ending.

He stopped walking, as he tried to calm his heart with his shaking hands. Was he having a panic attack?

"James!" He heard your voice scream out his name, as you started to run to him. Fuck, he didn't care if he was dying as he ran to you with all the speed he could muster.

Once you were at arm's length you jumped into him, and he wrapped his arms around you as tight as he could. Loving the smell that invaded his senses with open arms.

You were late, he didn't know why, nor did he care. You were here with him. That single thought caused him to break. He couldn't hold onto his sobs anymore.

He thought he lost you because of himself. He thought he would spend his entire life alone - longing for the feel of you. He thought that truly lost you. Every part of him rejected that. He couldn't live with that.

He felt his knees start to weaken as he fell to the ground, you still in his arms and he clanged to you crying. You felt your heart break once again - and all you wanted was for your pirate to feel better. You kiss the top of his head, rubbing his back as he let all his fears out, all his emotions.

"I... I love you so so so much." He heaved out, his breath making him repeat. "And I'm... I'm sorry." He was and even you knew that. You were tired as well.

You pulled his face away from your neck, and for a moment he fought you - thinking you were once again going to push him away. You rubbed you thumb across his cheek as you looked into his beautiful eyes. His brown eyes were bloodshot red from the crying, and his eyeliner had started to smidge. His eyelashes soaking together, his lips trembling as he tried to get himself together.

"I forgive you." You whispered out, before pushing your lips against his soft, and wet ones. It was a small, and short kiss, but it was full of the love you had for him. The love he felt like he no longer deserved.

"I'm sorry." His voice came out like a while as more tears dropped from his eyes.

"I forgive you." You whispered once again, and this time he initiated the kiss. Soft, craving, and you could feel his sorrow. Despite the fact he was kissing you, you could still feel him begging for forgiveness.

"I love you." You told him, and while that's all he wanted to hear. He no longer felt like that was the case. How could you love him when he hated everything about himself? How could you forgive him, when he's still kicking his own ass.

"I love you two, my little fairy." Fuck his voice broke again as he rested his forehead against yours. You also couldn't help but cry as well.

—

James kept his promise. He did become better for you, and only you. He was still a villain, but he was a gentleman to you. He kissed you every time he saw you, gave you flowers every month when your old ones would die.

He did everything he could to become a good enough person for you, and while daily you'd reassure him how happy you are - he couldn't get your heartbroken face out of his mind.

He'd have nightmares of you leaving him all alone. You loved him, and he didn't feel worthy of it, but he'd be damned of someone else had it. He was still a villain.

The first moment where he finally felt okay to breath was when you told him the future you wanted with him. You had wanted a future with him. Him.

You wanted three kids, three girls, and you would love to watch him become a father as you all lived on his ship.

When you were all banished to the Isle of the lost, he hated himself for getting you stuck there, but you'd remind him you'd rather be with him then in some land without him.

When you first got pregnant, he couldn't help but be so joyous of the boy in your stomach. He never told you he wanted a son, but you knew so you also felt happy.

You had named him Harry, after James repeatedly told you he couldn't think of one. The second born was a girl, and you demanded he named her. So, he stole your idea and named her Harriet. Then on the final and last born, you told him he couldn't name your baby girl after he just stole Harry's name and gave it to his sister.

You, James, Harry, Harriet, and CJ lived on hook's ship. And despite the living conditions, you loved your family no less.

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A/N: Hiii, if you see this and sent me an Elsa reader x Hook request I promise I am working on that!!

[wroogymoony]

World's most fashionable scallywag

Well here he is.

[arcadebandit]

Sooooo I've been playing this café game... nonstop.

hjakajhskje I love this visual novel so much, and I couldn't help but draw my favorite patrons ❤️💛

Why, yes! I shall brew you potions for your villainy shemes and in return I shall get trinkets! (aka ... a rope ladder?... and a hubcap???)

{transparent vers. ⏬⏬}

[the-unknown-0ne]

I KNEW IT I HAD A FEELING

I KNEW HE WAS A THEATRE KID AT SOME POIJT I JSUT KNEW IT IT WAS ALL OVER HIS BODY LANGUAGE AND MORE

YOU COULD EVEN SMELL THE SCENT OF THE THEATRE OFF OF HIM I KNEW ITTTTTT

[janepixx]

Can you tell that I’ve been rewatching this movie?

Anyway, procrastination has been kicking my ass lately, but I’m slowly getting back into habit of doing something once in a while. So here’s a redrawing of that one meme with these two idiots. Not my usual style, decided to try something a bit more cartoony for fun.

[froggykid56]

AHOY!!! I BRING MORE CAPTAIN HOOK!!!

hello captain hook enjoyers….i’ve come to contribute i hope its good LOL

yeah im a little obsessed its not really a secret…I drew him how I kinda picture him in my head (also outfit inspo from the fortnite version LOL)

[dellamortte]

Didst thou ever want to be a pirate, my hearty?

[not-wholly-unheroic]

So I have made some observations on Hook’s color scheme before but I never quite put together just how explicitly in BOTH films there seems to be a nod to the fact that underneath it all, Hook is still very much a frightened little boy.

Look at these shots from the first film.

Hook and Michael are both wearing almost the exact same shade of pink. They’re even both coming out from under a white sheet here. Ironically, Hook has been hiding from the crocodile and is showing his vulnerable side while Michael is pretending to be Peter here and is feeling much more confident and brave that he might in real life.

Then there’s the sequel. Hook is once again hiding from the creature coming after him behind a white sheet and goes in for a reassuring hug from Smee…but he’s wearing green—a color usually reserved for Peter. Know who else wears green in this film, though? Danny…who we saw at the beginning of the film hiding under a sheet and seeking out a hug from Wendy.

I cannot believe that this wasn’t done intentionally.

TLDR: Hook may be outwardly an adult but is inwardly still incredibly insecure, childish, and vulnerable.

[theviolethook]

Hey y'all.. It's been so long since I've last posted, so I decided to share a few quick sketches of our favorite pirate in the new café game ^^ (He's a certified yapper)

Of course I couldn't miss the new disney villains game! I've been obsessed since it came out lol, anyway enjoy this small meal (I'm working on something bigger and perhaps better do not fret‼️)

Bonus!

Bird Hook :D lmao

[knoepfl]

The Captain’s Heart

Characters:

Captain Hook (Disney Version)

Female Pirate (Reader)

Smee (Mentioned)

Trigger Warnings:

Illness (fever, coughing, physical weakness)

Brief mentions of pain and discomfort

Masterlist

Words: 900

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The crew of the Jolly Roger knew their captain as a man of grandeur and ruthless ambition. They feared him, respected him, but they never truly knew him. Not like she did.

She was the only female pirate on board, an anomaly in the world of seafaring men, and a mystery to all but one. Captain Hook, with his sweeping red coat, sharp hook, and dramatic flair, was every bit the fearsome leader they thought him to be. Yet, when night fell and the crew was asleep, he was hers—and hers alone.

Tonight, the ship was quieter than usual, save for the occasional snore from Smee and the others who shared the lower cabins. But up in Hook’s grand cabin, things were different. The Captain was ill, and no amount of his usual grand gestures could hide the fact that he was suffering.

Hook lay in bed, pale, his once-crisp red coat discarded, and his skin damp with sweat. His breathing was labored, each exhale rough and rattling. He wiped his brow with a trembling hand, then quickly stifled a cough that tore at his throat. He hated to admit weakness, but the fever had him firmly in its grasp.

The door creaked open, and his tired eyes, bloodshot and heavy-lidded, snapped to the entrance. He half-expected Smee to come bumbling in again, bringing more useless tonics that only made Hook feel worse. But instead, it was her—the one person who truly soothed his restless mind.

“Still playing the brave captain?” she whispered, her lips curving in a soft smile as she stepped inside, glancing over her shoulder to ensure the crew was none the wiser.

Hook attempted to sit up, but the motion sent a dizzying wave through him, making his vision blur. “Ah, my dear… I… I am perfectly—” A coughing fit cut him off mid-sentence, and he clutched his chest as the sharp pain wracked his body. His face flushed, embarrassed at his own weakness. “Blasted cough… Smee! That bumbling fool nearly drowned me in tea, yet the fever rages on!”

She crossed the room swiftly, her heart aching at the sight of him, usually so grand and composed, now reduced to a pale, sweaty mess. “You’re overworking yourself,” she chided gently, easing him back down onto the bed. “Let me help.”

Hook tried to muster a look of defiance, but he was too weak to protest. “I—cannot… allow you to see me like this,” he muttered between ragged breaths, his voice scratchy from coughing. “If the crew ever—ah!” His hand flew to his chest as another sharp pain struck, and he winced.

“Shh,” she whispered soothingly, grabbing a cloth from a basin of water she had brought with her. The cool cloth was pressed to his fevered forehead, and he groaned, his muscles finally relaxing. “You’re not as invincible as you like to think. Now, rest.”

His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, the cool cloth offering some relief, but the fever still burned hot beneath his skin. His face was flushed, and sweat dripped down his neck, dampening his hair. Every time he moved, a painful ache shot through his bones, and his head throbbed with a relentless headache. His voice, usually so commanding, had turned into a hoarse rasp.

“The blasted fever…” he muttered. “I feel as though I’m being boiled alive, yet I shiver as if the depths of winter have fallen upon me.”

She ran her fingers through his sweat-soaked hair, smiling softly at his dramatic way of describing the simplest symptoms. “You’ll feel better soon, once you rest.”

“I cannot rest with Smee fussing over me like a nanny!” Hook flung his hand out, a small, exaggerated gesture despite his fatigue. “He’s more of a hindrance than the fever itself!”

She chuckled softly, wiping his brow again, her touch gentle and calming. “Which is why I’m here,” she whispered, her voice soothing him more than the cloth could. “You’ll get no rest with Smee pestering you.”

Hook gave a deep, rattling sigh, his dramatic mask slipping away as his fever-worn body could no longer maintain the pretense of strength. His eyes softened as he gazed at her. “I must appear… pathetic,” he murmured, his breathing shallow. “But I feel—better…when you’re here.”

She smiled, leaning closer, her fingers tracing his jawline tenderly. “You don’t have to pretend with me. You know that.”

He shifted slightly, his movements slow and stiff as if every joint ached. “The crew… they cannot know. They mustn’t see… the great Captain Hook brought low by a mere cold…” He let out another weak cough, covering his mouth with his hand as his body shuddered with the effort.

“No one will know,” she whispered, climbing onto the bed beside him. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him close. He melted into her embrace, his head resting against her chest, a sigh escaping his lips as he finally allowed himself to relax.

“You’re the only one I trust,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. “My strength… and my weakness…”

She pressed a kiss to his temple, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. “And I’ll always take care of you, Captain.”

Hook gave one last sigh, his feverish body finally succumbing to sleep, his breathing slowing as he settled into her arms. For now, Captain Hook, terror of the seas, was just a man who needed her.

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Author’s Note: I wanted to bring out the softer side of Captain Hook that only his secret lover knows, while staying true to his dramatic, over-the-top personality from the Disney films. The fever gives him a rare vulnerability, but even in his weakest moments, he maintains that flair we know and love! Hope you enjoyed this, and feel free to share any thoughts or ideas for more!

[faceless1bastard]

Hades, texting Maleficent: Text me when you're home safely. Maleficent: I'm home dangerously. Hades: Stop it. Maleficent: I'm home lethally.

[disneyvillainsinlove]