Yeahhh, this is shit already LMAO
After the VK's found her in the forest by the Black Lagoon, Rayanna Marloe, or "Baby Ray" was taken in by the crew
This is based off an idea I got on a random night after watching the new Descendants movie lol don't...
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hook x fem!reader
summary: you and hook have a relationship that everyone wishes they could experience and someone tries to break you two apart
genre: very angsty, also extremely fluffy
warnings: hook is really soft in this lol, hickeyss, arguments, there's a kiss without consent in this, I think that's it
a/n: hii! So I wrote this to try and expand my writing skills and also out of pure boredom lol and didn't know where to post this so I decided to post it here. I am happy to say I'm almost done the second chapter and am excited for you all to read it :) This is not connected to the fic in anyway! if there's any typos sorry, I wrote this from 2 am to 7 am in one go lol. PLEASE let me know what you think after and yea I think that's it, hope you enjoy! thank you :)
word count: 3.6k+ ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵
To say you were nervous was an understatement.
At the moment, you were doing the final touches of your makeup in anticipation of Castlecoming. You weren't very fond of wearing a dress. Sure you loved fashion, but dresses? Most certainly not. But you promised Bridget that if she got Ella to wear a dress, you would too. You also wanted to surprise your boyfriend James who would never expect you to actually wear a gown such as this one. So there you stood, admiring your figure in the gold, arched, full length mirror that sat in the corner of your dorm after brushing on some highlighter on the highest part of your cheekbones and tip of your nose. You cursed at yourself for liking the way the gown looked on you.
"Wow.."
The sudden low whisper like voice from the left of you made you jump a bit then relaxed when you recognized the comforting voice of your boyfriend which instantly washed away the nerves you previously had. You glanced over your shoulder, a radiant smile that couldn't be hidden even if you tried crept up as you caught the sight of your breathtakingly beautiful lover carrying a bouquet of your favourite flowers in one hand and a box with a bow that held a corsage that luckily matched your dress perfectly.
He slowly made his way up to you, taking in every detail of the rare sight that lied in front of him. He gently set down the box on your vanity, "Art has no depiction that's fitting of your description. Even the most ignorant would applaud and long for my loves radiance."
A soft blush washed over your cheeks, "says you, my pretty boy." You giggle taking the flowers he presented to you with a bow and placed your arms around his neck with him pulling your waist close to him. James has always been a romantic. Every compliment he gives makes Shakespeare's poems seem dull. Everyone in the academy ached to have your kind of love. And the girls were envious of how James showed his love for you. Always showing you off every chance he gets. He was proud to call you his. He also could never keep his hands off of you, always had to be touching you someway twenty four seven.
