Crimson Hearts

𝐸𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝒽 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 ౨ৎ

After their enchanting date by the lake, Bridget and Hook couldn't resist the magnetic pull between them. They hurried back to Bridget's room, their hearts racing with excitement and anticipation.

The moment the door closed behind them, they fell into each other's arms, their kisses growing more passionate by the second. The night unfolded in a whirlwind of intense emotions. They barely noticed time slipping by as they discovered each other, savoring every touch and whisper. The room was filled with the sound of their laughter, murmured confessions, and the sweet, intoxicating warmth of being so close. They moved with a sense of urgency, as if the world outside has ceased to exist and all that mattered was the connection there were forging in those hours.

Hook marveled at Bridget's beauty and strength, his heart swelling with an unfamiliar tenderness. He brushed his fingers against her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin. "You're incredible," he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Bridget smiled, her eyes shining. "So are you," she replied, leaning in to kiss him again. "I never thought I'd feel this way."

"You've been through so much," she finally said, with a soft voice, tracing circles on his arm. "But you're here now, and that's what matters."

Hook nodded, his eyes reflecting the depths of his emotion. "Being with you makes everything else fade away," he admitted. "I don't want this to end."

"It doesn't have to," Bridget said, her voice firm. "We can make this work. We just have to believe in us."

The night was a blur of passion and conversations, of gentle touches and stolen kisses, as they explored the depth of their feelings for each other. As the hours passed, their connection deepened, creating a bubble of intimacy that neither wanted to burst. They fell asleep in each other's arms, holding onto their promise of a new beginning.

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The next morning, the early light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on Bridget's room. Hook woke first, lying next to Bridget as she slept peacefully, her hair spread out like a halo on the pillow. He watched her for a moment, his mind a storm of conflicting thoughts. How could he keep them apart to avoid hurting her?

He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his heart aching at the thought of causing her pain. With a heavy heart, he quietly got dressed and slipped out of the room, leaving Bridget to rest.

As he stood by the door, he took one last look at her, his heart heavy with a mix of love and regret. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

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Hours later, Bridget woke up and found a note on her beside table. It was from Hook, telling her he would meet her later that night. A thrill of excitement ran through her as she imagined their next conversation. As she got ready for the day, she couldn't help but smile, lost in thoughts of Hook and the magical evening  they had shared. The memory of their kisses lingered on her lips, and she felt a warm glow in her chest as she replayed the night in her mind.

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At lunch, Red and Chloe noticed Bridget's giddy demeanor, even though she was always giddy, she had just seemed a lot more giddy. They exchanged curious glances before approaching her.

"What's got you so happy?" Chloe asked, nudging her friend playfully.

Bridget hesitated, knowing she shouldn't share too much. But the excitement was too much to contain. "Well, Hook and I . . . we kissed. And it was amazing."

Red's eyes sparkled with a mixture of surprise and happiness. "Really?"

Chloe grinned. "We barely saw you yesterday. Now we know why."

Bridget blushed slightly, unable to hide her joy. "It was just . . . perfect. I feel like everything's finally falling into place."

Red admired Bridget in silence, a warm feeling spreading in her chest. She loved seeing her mom genuinely happy, even if it was rare.

Later, Red and Chloe ate lunch without Bridget, who had a class with Ella. As they sat together, Red confided in Chloe about her feelings for Bridget. "I love seeing her happy," she admitted. "Knowing what might happen on her, I can't sit and watch."

Chloe nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Keeping them together is the only thing that we can do for now."

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Earlier that day, Hook had been summoned by Uliana. She waited for him in a secluded part of the forest, her face stern and unyielding. Hook approached cautiously, knowing this conversation wouldn't be easy.

"Uliana, you wanted to see me?" Hook asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Uliana's eyes narrowed. "Yes, Hook. We need to talk about the plan, we can't let anything mess up, and by that I mean is your feelings."

Hook swallowed hard. "I cant go through with it. Bridget doesn't deserve to get hurt. She warned you about the flamingo feathers, but you didn't listen, did you?"

Uliana's expression turned cold. "You think you have a choice? If you don't follow through, I'll make your sister pays the price."

Hook's heart pounded. "Please, Uliana. There's got to be another way. I can't break her heart."

Uliana stepped closer, her voice low and threatening. "Shut up, Hook. You know what's at stake. Do your job, or your sister suffers."

Hook clenched his fists, feeling the weight of her words. He knew he was trapped, forced to choose between his sister's safety and his love for Bridget. "Fine," he muttered. "I'll go through with it."

Uliana smirked, satisfied. "Good. Remember, any slip-ups and your sister is finished."

"Since Castlecoming is in 2 days, we have go get the cookbook, Morgie, Hades and Maleficent are coming with me, are you going?" Uliana asked, she seemed annoyed.

"No." Hook spoke firmly. He then had walked off.

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That evening, Hook knocked on Bridget's door. His heart pounding. When she opened it, he smiled, though  it was tinged with guilt. "Bridget, will you come to Castlecoming with me?" He asked, his voice full of genuine emotion.

Bridget's face lit up with joy. "Yes, of course, I will!" She hugged him tightly, but as she pulled away, she noticed his expression. His smile was small, weighed down by an unspoken burden.

"Is everything okay, Hook?" She asked, concern filling her eyes.

Hook nodded, forcing a more genuine smile. "Yeah, everything's fine. I just . . . I care about you a lot, Bridget. I want this to work."

Bridget's smile returned, brighter than ever. "It will, Hook. I believe in us."

They spent the rest of the evening together, talking and laughing, but Hook's mind remained clouded with guilt. He knew the joy she felt now could be shattered by the cruel plans set in motion. Yet, despite his inner turmoil, he held her close cherishing the moment while it lasted.

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•Ok so I really need your opinions, so I wann make a chapter mostly based on Chloe and Ella but I'm not sure if y'all would like seeing that, so please please let me know!!