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OuaT Peter Pan X OC: Cruel (part 1 maybe)

This is just for fun y'all. This isn't a fanfic page so PLEASE don't get attached to anything I post here, there will not be frequent updates (if any). I may drop this and never post again, it's all for kicks and giggles. Even still, let me know how I can write better. xoxo

Brief Synopsis - Loretta finds herself washed up on the shores of an unfamiliar island. The friend she arrived with is nowhere to be seen, but that doesn't mean she's alone on the island.

Story starts under cut.

It’s almost like static, the sounds Loretta heard as she roused from a state of numbness. With her head pounding and body aching and cold, she blinked her eyes, slowly adjusting to the harsh light against her face. Her blinking becomes more rapid as she attempts to remove pests from her eyes. It’s not dirt, but sand. A strong scent of sea veg fills her nostrils. She begins to recognize the familiar feeling of soft waves, washing over her, returning to the sea, then over her again, ending just below her cheeks. As the sand clears from her eyes, she becomes better adjusted to the light and can see her surroundings. She had washed up on the shore of some land. Is it an island? A mainland? Is there any civilization or is she stranded?

Stranded. Stranded would mean she’s alone, but she isn’t alone. As she sat up she remembered. “Noah Reed!?” she calls out into the white light reflecting off the beach, whipping her head around in each direction. He came with her on their wrecked ship, the boy she escaped that life of responsibility with, the one who showed her what magic and true freedom could be. The one who told her about the different worlds. But that storm had separated them. Is he even on the island? What island is she on? There are no strange fruits along the shoreline to indicate if she recognizes the island from stories or pictures. The vastness of the sea isn’t helping either. Loretta stumbles to her feet, taking in her surroundings. She kicks her legs in awkward discomfort as her now dirtied white skirt sticks to her calves. “Noah Reed! Noah Reed! Noa-,”

Loretta cuts herself off as she notices the unfamiliar boy in front of her. He stands unbothered on top of the rigged rocks, cocky, as if he owned the place. “You’re not Noah,” she states blankly.

“Do I look like Noah?” the boy asks.

“If you’re going to be like that I think I’d rather you leave me be,” he raises his eyebrows at that, then holds an entertained smile.

“What’s your name?”

“That’s none of your business. How about you tell me your name?”

“That’s none of your business,” Loretta frowns, eyebrows furrowing. She looks down, spots a stick a short ways away from her, then marches towards it. “What are you doing?”

“Drawing a line in the sand,” she says as she presses the tip of the stick deep into the wet sand and drags it in a long line, separating herself from the older boy. “You stay on that side and stop bothering me,”

With that order, she turns around sharply, wet hair whipping through the air, droplets smacking her in her own face, and marches in the opposite direction for the boy, looking about the sandy shore.

“What are you looking for?” Loretta makes a noise of alarm before scowling. The boy had appeared right before her eyes.

“I thought I told you to leave me alone?” The boy says nothing, waiting for an answer. She lets out a breath of frustration, but answers all the same. “My leather satchel. It can’t be far from here,”

She walks the shoreline, the boy continuing to follow, hoping from rock to rock. He really is fast. And annoying. Like a gnat that just won’t give.

“So how did you get here anyway?” he asks her. Buzz buzz buzzing like a gnat too. Can’t he just leave her alone?

“A shipwreck,” she states plainly.

“I don’t see any ship ‘round here,”

“Because it happened in the middle of the sea, that’s why. There was a bad storm. Now won’t you please leave me alone? I really need to find my bag,”

“You mean the one over there?” Across the shore there’s a tall rock, around its base is the arm band of her satchel, the bag itself fighting against the current of the shallow waves. Without a word she runs to it, leaving imprints of her feet in her wake, the sand gathering on the hem of her skirt. She pulls the satchel up and off the rock. Dropping to her knees, she opens it, digging through its contents. “What’s in this bag that’s so important anyway?”

“A spell book,” she says, lifting up a book with a finely detailed hard cover, eyes wide in excitement and awe. It may look worn from age and seawater, but the magic inside is just as crisp and powerful as if it were still new. “Let’s see if this is the island I seek,”She flips through the pages until seemingly finding a specific one, then places the book open on the sand, her stick from earlier lying crooked against the book's binding. The boy looks quizzically as he watches her over her shoulder. Again her arm plunges into the bag and she pulls out another item, this one a spinning wooden top. Whilst reading the open pages, she mumbles to herself, holding the top over the book. She stares down the item as if waiting for something to happen, but nothing does. “Curses! It isn’t working. I must be on the wrong island, if this even is one,”

“And what island might you be looking for?”

“A place with magic. To keep us young forever and conjure things one can only hope for in my land,” Loretta raises to her feet, looking round and defeated, not knowing what to do. “I don’t even know if he’s in this place with me. Gosh, I wish I could just have a map to find him!” almost in an instant, a drawn out parchment appears in the palm of her empty hand. She looks at it with wide eyes, taking it in both hands and feeling the paper to test its existence. On the piece is a mark of where she is, a large X, and a dotted trail connecting the two. “A map, exactly how I wished it. Wait…” she turns to the boy, “How did you appear in front of me so suddenly before,”

He simply shrugs. “Magic,” Loretta approaches him, looking him in the face.

“Tell me, what island is this?” he smiles at her, a mischievous smile.

“Why, this is Neverland, of course,” Loretta’s face widens with a grin, and she cheers, jumping in the air.

“We did it! We found it! Why didn’t you say something earlier! You enjoyed watching me act a fool, didn’t you?” her whole demeanor had changed. Before she held a posture of irritation towards the boy, but how she shared a fondness towards him. “Come, I still have to find Noah Reed,”

“You want me to come with you? Weren’t you just telling me to bug off before?”

“What, that? Oh, that wasn’t serious. Besides, you seem to know this island better than me. I could use your help. Now are you coming or not?” she flippantly asks, then runs towards the forests.

posted 14.Wed.Mar.2024

[everythingnerdyxoxo]

Stolen Childhood - Peter Pan x OC - Peter Pan

Summary: Her childhood was taken from her, she wants to take it back. A trip to Neverland may give that to her.

Pairing: Peter Pan x OC

Chapter Two

Lila had climbed back into bed, her wishing seemed futile. She didn’t want to grow up, but it seemed that there was no other choice but to. She tossed and she turned, her thin blanket giving her no warmth as she noticed the breeze in the room.

Lila sat up in bed, the other children remained sleeping. The window she had just been sat at was now wide open, she had been sure it was closed when she had come to bed. She looked around the room nervously, could someone has broken into their room?

There was a sound behind her, something falling over on one of the side tables back there. She turned quickly seeing nothing but the faintest spark of light, had she imagined it?

Lila climbed back out of bed and headed towards the side table, her anxiety growing. There was no one there, but from one of the drawers it sounded like something was moving, something bell like.

She held the handle of the drawer hesitantly and pulled slowly, careful not to disturb any of the other children. As she did so, a bright light flew up from the drawer, almost blinding Lila as it did so, her eyes adjusting in the dark to what it was.

Within the light there seemed to be the outline of a small body, a green dress and blonde hair.

‘Tink…. Tinkerbell?’ She gasped out the name as she saw the full outline of the small fairy in front of her in disbelief. The little fairy grinned at her, nodding up and down as she did so. She flew around Lila’s head, the sprinkle of fairy dust causing her to lift off the floor.

Was she dreaming? Was this really happening? She felt as light as a feather, climbing higher and higher until she felt the ceiling above her. Tinkerbell flew up with her, pulling at the hem of her white night dress.

‘You want me to follow you?’ Lila asked. Tinkerbell made a chime of bell noises in response, the nodding of her head giving her a response.

Tinkerbell flew forward towards the open window, Lila floated in the spot taking in her circumstances. Looking down on the sleeping bodies of all the children in the room.

Lila flew forward, finding it surprisingly easy to fly through the air in whichever direction she saw fit. ‘Okay… Neverland it is!’ She whispered hastily to Tinkerbell as she flew out of the window, closely behind Tinkerbell towards the second star to the right.

[hearts-in-hand]

When your bf gets covered in blood to save your ass and its kinda hot 😳

(MALCOM NOT RUMPLE’S DAD AU!!!)

[tsuutarr]

Yandere!Fairy x Reader

“Ack! You scared me!” you exclaim as Cot suddenly appears in front of your face. His laugh sounds like twinkling bells as he settles himself on your shoulder. “Seriously… How do you keep popping out of nowhere?”

Cot tries to talk to you, he does, but all you hear is the sound of bells as he chatters on. Though you’re insanely curious to know what he’s saying, it looks like you won’t be able to know how he’s able to appear everywhere you are.

With a small huff of laughter, you ruffle his hair with your fingers. “At least give me a warning the next time you appear. I swear you’re going to make me go into cardiac arrest.”

Cot lets out a series of chimes that sound like an apology as he nuzzles your hand. You can’t help but smile – your little fairy friend is adorable.

Your days continue rather peacefully, your most frequent company being Cot. Though you can’t talk to him, just having him around is fun.

On a particularly sunny day, you’re picking strawberries from your garden, which Cot is assisting you with. You thank him as he hands you a glass of water (he’s only a little bigger than the cup, which is such a cute sight). Once you’re done drinking your water, you let out a small sigh of contentment. “Seriously, thanks, Cot. I don’t know how you knew when to appear, but I couldn’t have harvested all these strawberries without you.”

“It’s no problem!”

You freeze, eyes widening. “...Did you just… speak?”

He smiles, eyes twinkling. “Mhm!”

Your mind is unable to process your little fairy friend’s voice, making you stumble over your words. “H–how?!”

With a small hum that sounds like bells, he says, “Hm… I guess you can say that I cast a spell on you!”

(And by spell, he means that he’s slowly given you food from the Fae Realm, eager to whisk you away once you’re more fae than human. But until then, the only real spell he’s cast on you is one that allows him to know exactly where you are. After all, he needs to make sure you’re safe until he can take you to his home.)

[gilenart]

(CW: SUGGESTIVE)

What a scandal! We know Hook is on his ship, but he could at least knock on the door. Right?

For the time they both lived, seeing the señorita in her undergarments is really scandalous (and an excuse to draw him flustered lol)

[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!

[dolls-self-ships]

can she serve? Oh yeah (time in prison)

[inksoover]

⭐️OC and two biggest inspiration for him.⭐️

[esta-elavaris]

Wake up, babe, new Hook!fic just dropped

[thetrophyhusband]

Anybody else seen the new ship meme

(REBLOGS ENCOURAGED)

[genderqueermercury]

Erm guyth? Is oc x canon brain rot terminal? Guyth??

[hannahhook7744]

your Version of The Tiger Lily x Lampwick wedding fanfic ?

Tigerwick Wedding!:

Summary: Lampwick and Tiger Lily's wedding. Inspired by this post. Trigger warnings: anxiety, insecurities, etc. Requested by @casinotrio1965 .

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Maybe setting up everything on the day of the wedding hadn’t been the brightest shared idea Tigerlily and Romeo Lucignolo Rossi (or Lampwick as he much preferred) had ever had—but they had thought it would be more exciting that way and now they had to deal with the consequences. 

“When’s Tiger Lily gonna get here?” Lampwick asked, trying to keep the nerves out of his voice as he fidgeted with his black bowtie—itching to do something but knowing that he couldn’t do anything to help because his grandmother, mother, sister, and bride-to-be had all forbidden him from doing anything that would potentially damage or dirty up the red suit Pinocchio, Pete, Smitty, Jenkins, and Alexander had helped him pick out. 

Mentally hissing at his self-deprecating thoughts to shut up as he did. 

The attendees, workers, and guests were all running about, rushing to set up different decorations and the flower arrangements Lampwick and Tigerlily had picked out (tiger lilies, tiger peonies, tulips, petunias, blue veronicas, and sunflowers which Bella helped them pick out based on what they symbolized) and shouting back and forth about how they were running late as they tried not to trip over all the rugrats running around. His own daughter, Tiger Peony—sporting a cute little orange dress that matched her baby sister, Tulip’s, pink and green one—, included. It was an absolute mess that at any other time the red head would have loved but was just making the groom’s anxiety worsen more and more at the moment. 

“How many times do I have to tell you that seeing the bride in her wedding dress before the wedding is a bad omen, sputafuoco?” His grandmother, Bria, scolded half heartedly in sync with Bella—his younger sister and Tiger Lily’s Maid of honor—who called out from across the woodland wedding venue. “You can’t see her till the wedding actually starts, dunderhead!”

Three things happened in sync:

Lampwick glared at the younger girl as she dusted off her sleeveless green tye-dye dress and adjusted her bow. Paying him no mind. “Cut me some slack, will ya? I just wanna see the mother of my chi—”

Baby Tulip started wailing from baby holding his soon-to-be mother-in-law was wearing, causing Alice and Pinocchiio’s two babies (Ally, one, and Pin, a few months old) as well as Eilonwy and Alexander’s daughter, Eleanor, to also start crying. 

And 

3. Tiger Peony threw a bouquet of flowers at her aunt, practically steaming out of her ears and about ready to throw a tantrum.  “Leave my daddy alone!”

“Bella, don’t insult your brother on his wedding day!”

“Peony, don’t throw anything at your aunt!”

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After soothing Tulip and calming Tiger Peony down from her tantrum, Lampwick was once again shooed away to the side and told to just sit and wait until the ceremony started. Which left him alone with his thoughts again with nothing to do other than watch his friends and family set up his wedding. 

Having to listen as the bridesmaids—Alice, Eilonwy, and Tiger Lily’s cousin, Pink Daisy,—giddily talked about the idea of their ‘besties’ finally getting married as they helped the lost boys finish setting up the tables. All of them doing their best to not dirty their tie dye dresses in the process because today was the day (or one of the days) were absolutely everyone wanted to look their best. As everyone had been telling him all day—including his in-laws, who Lampwick had been convinced hated him until then. 

His in-laws, who were currently scolding Tiger Lily’s brother—Hard to Hit (who was about to enter middle school)—about the way a best man is supposed to act at a wedding. Which, playing in the mud did not include, apparently: Lampwick didn’t really mind but stayed out of it. Feeling kinda touched that they were even bothering given their initial disapproval of him. 

“Hey man, turn that frown upside down—you shouldn’t look all grumpy when you’re getting married.” Alexander (who along with Pete and Pinocchio were his groomsmen) teased, bumping his shoulder against his—getting nothing but an eye roll in turn.

“Come on Lampwick, how can you be sad when this is one of your guests?” Pinocchio (his stepbrother and bestfriend) asked, holding out a drooling Pin who someone had managed to wrangle into a baby tuxedo when Lampwick wasn’t looking. 

Pin who immediately perked up and started reaching for the groom as soon as he noticed him. Having always preferred him over his father’s other friends. Quickly riding Lampwick of his sulky mood and causing him to melt. “Aw come here little guy—”

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“Oooh, Oooh, uptown girl, She's been living in her uptown world.”

The music started. 

Playing was Tiger Lily and Lampwick’s song, Uptown Girl by Billy Joel.

It was February 18th—the anniversary of when they started dating—and the guests all rushed to get in position, whether that be their seat or a spot where they were to stand because of a position they were given. 

The cake was nowhere to be seen but Lampwick didn’t worry because he knew that Tiger Lily’s elderly grandmother, Blue Begonia, was the one making and bringing it. They had decided on it being Pineapple flavored, because that was Tiger Lily’s favorite, with lemon icing because that was Lampwick’s favorite. At the top there was going to be a beautiful cake topper that Lampwick’s stepfather, Geppetto, had crafted for the occasion—one featuring Tiger Lily and Lampwick dancing Tiger Peony, Tulip on his back. 

Tiger Peony marched down the isle, flinging flower petals as far as she could get them, with Carter (Alexander and Eilonwy’s son) trotting not far behind, a death grip on the pillow that was holding the rings. 

Lampwick shuffled his feet and fiddled with his cufflinks, smiling wide as he watched as Tiger Lily emerge in a stunning sleeveless–backless pastel yellow ballroom style dress with pink, red, and teal highlights on the middle and on the sleeves, traditional jewelry, and her hair up in a beautiful bun that was held up with a beautiful beaded hairpin that really highlighted her beauty. Both of her parents arm-in-arm with her, ready to give her away as Tulip loudly babbled in her great aunt, Purple Lilac’s, arms from where she was seated with Pink Daisy’s husband, Brave Pine. 

Everyone, even the lost boys (young and old) and Peter, smiled at the sight. 

Lampwick’ mother was crying, blowing her nose on a tissue as Geppetto patted her on the back, and blabbering on about how her little boy was growing up so fast.

Peter was officiating and started his speech as soon as Tiger Lily stepped up and stood next to her husband-to-be, and grabbed his hand—indulging in the warmth that the two of them shared and had always shared from the moment they had met. Clearing his throat. 

“Today we are here to—”He glanced down at the pile of flashcards he had written the notes down on. Scrunching up his nose as he tried and failed to not to make it obvious that he hadn’t memorized the speech. 

But luckily for him, Lampwick was tired of being patient and just wanted to be married already. “Can we, uh, just skip to the vows?”

Peter shot him a sulky glare and grumbled. “Fine, fine. The couple has written some vows they’d like to share and so on.”

Everyone chuckled, snorted, giggled, and even full out laughed at that. 

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“Why can’t Uncle Peter and Aunt Bella ever be serious?” Tiger Peony sighed, interrupting her father’s recalling of the event with a huff and an eye roll.

“Probably because they haven’t grown past the age of twelve.” Tulip snorted. “Twelve year olds are sooooo immature.”

Blue Veronica, their younger sister, gave her an unimpressed look. “Tulip, you’re thirteen.”

But Tulip wasn’t perturbed and just waved her off. “Exactly. So much more mature than a twelve year old.”

Sensing an argument brewing, Lampwick interrupted. “Girls, I can’t finish the story if ya start squabbling with one another.”

Blue Veronica huffed, but whatever retort she had had on her tongue died before it even left her mouth. 

“Can we finish the story already?”

“We will in a minute—” Lampwick waved his oldest off, amused. “Now, where was I…did I tell you how I proposed to her in the first place?”

“No.”

“Nope.”

“I was just about to ask that—”

Sunflower, being just a baby, just answered by blowing a raspberry.

Lampwick smiled, getting lost in thought for a moment. “Well, we had been dating for a few years at that point and it was right around the time Tulip was born—”

[the-bar-sinister]

picrew link

Jack's breath caught in his chest as the captain pulled him close, giving him an appraising look with his forget-me-not blue eyes. Jack felt the cold metal of the curve of the captain's hook against the back of his neck, and his hand cupped his jaw.

"The new look suits you, my boy," Hook purred, winding his fingers through Jack's recently cut curls. "You make a fine pirate. Let me welcome you to the crew more personally."

The captain grinned broadly, and Jack nodded, not trusting his voice. His eyes fluttered shut as Hook tugged him into a rough kiss.

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Jack Darling (formerly Jane Darling)

child of Wendy Darling and her husband Edward (formerly Nibs)

brought to Neverland by Peter Pan but they didn't get along, because Peter expected Jack to be more like Wendy.

ran off from the lost boys when Peter declared that there was 'war between them', and ended up joining the pirates instead.

[cxrruptedcoreartz]

Ok ok QUESTION

Is it bad that I made an oc JUST to ship with Captain Hook ?? (Jason Isaacs Vers btw)

Like I just wanted to make him a lover 😭 so he’s not alone now 🤷‍♀️

[diaryofasugarfiend]

Lilo and Stitch references.

Captain Hook attempts to ask his crush out but is cockblocked by some nonsense. Sugar reassures him that Dr. Facilier is actually into him.

And Smee gets some villain counseling.