Just Imagine: Multi-Fandom Imagines

Finding Ways Back to You: Killian Jones Imagine

Yes! I write more than marvel. But I love Marvel the most. Suggest ideas for other fandoms, I'm in plenty.

Just a few more days, then he'd be stopping at Arendelle for supplies and you could get away. It was a miracle that the Captain of this ship hadn't caught you. You weren't quite what would happen if he did. On one hand, you'd heard tales of a ruthless man who would surely kill you, his heart set on revenge. On the other, you'd heard of a man who helped Snow White and Prince James, and surely if they accepted his help, if the other stories were true, he wouldn't kill you, would he?
You didn't dare shift your well hidden position. So close, only a few days...
You had fallen asleep in the uncomfortable position, only to be yanked awake by a gruff hand pulling you out into the open. "Well well, what do we have here?" A male voice asks, angry and intrigued. "A bloody stowaway. I must say I'm quite impressed, you managed to hide for quite some time."
"I just want passage to Arendelle. Once I get there I'll find someway to pay you," you promise.
"What's your name, lass?" He asks, still decently angry.
"Y/n. Please don't kill me or hurt me-" you start your plea, only to be interrupted again by him.
"Do you know what I do to trespassers?" He asks.
"I'm hoping it's welcome me aboard and not hurt me-" you back up raising your hands in self defense. They glow white for a moment, then a small force of energy pushes out and forces him to stumble back. Whoops. In your solitude, you'd forgotten the reason you needed passage to Arendelle.
The captain, Hook, was prepared to say something else but stops when he sees your magic. Something flickers behind his eyes. "You have light magic?"
You nod, studying your hands. "That's why I need passage. I'm going to stay with my Uncle, who's an apprentice to a great sorcerer. He's going to help me."
Hook hesitates for a second. "If I help you, you have to help me. And I don't mean by paying me."
Better than being thrown over. "What do I need to do?" You ask as he furrows his eyebrows, rubbing his chin a little. You had to admit he was really attractive, with the bad boy edge and the devil-may-care bit. But that wasn't important.
"I want you to help me find a magic bean," he asks, slightly uncertain.
"A magic bean?" You repeat. "Why do you want a magic bean?"
"That's none of your business," he snaps a little. Then he sighs, continuing, "I want to find someone. An old friend."
"Snow White's daughter?" You'd heard the rumors, but that seemed even more ludicrous than him being helpful. Captain Hook being in love.
Hook flinches a little, then says, "doesn't matter. Either you help me, or I'll throw you overboard. Even if you're a good swimmer, you're two days from any sort of land."
"Alright," you agree.
It would be fairly easy to find it, especially for you. Your families line of magic was good at finding things. Visions were common, so you set up a little map under the deck and focus, transferring the energy to the map.
Quick little flashes pass through your mind. Finally you point to a spot on the map in the middle of the ocean. "The only remaining ones are in the hands of Blackbeard. He's far away. I don't think that he'd trade them for anything short of everything you own."
He puts is face in his hands. "Of course it couldn't be something easy."
"If it's any condolences, I get the feeling you'll end up getting one," you offer.
"How is that any condolence?" He asks, looking up into your eyes.
"In my family, our feelings tend to be more than that," you shrug. "So..." Your curiosity was winning over. "What's her name?"
"Excuse me?" He says, surprised.
"Snow White's daughter. What's her name?" You clarify.
He studies you for a moment, then says softly, "Emma."
"Emma," you repeat. "So you want to go back to her. People were saying that she didn't come back when the curse was broken."
"Did you come with the curse? I don't recognize you," he says.
"Yeah. My name was Lynn Chatum. Lived on the outskirts. That's why you didn't see me. Stayed out of the action," you explain.
"Hm. Strange," he got up to leave. "You can continue to stay down here. I'm guessing that since you're not starving to death you brought food?"
You nod quietly. "One more question."
"Yeah?"
"Why do you wanna go back to Emma so bad?" You say quietly.
He pauses, walking slowly back towards you. Looking you up and down, he finally speaks. "She was amazing. Feisty, she always got what she wanted. There was this sort of...purity in her," he seems shocked to have shared so much. "Now you stay down here until we dock, understand?"
"I understand," you watch his figure as he goes.