Once Upon a Time x Reader One Shots

Hook - First Mate

Tears streamed down your face as you ran through town, sobs slipping through your lips no matter how hard you tried to bite them back. You continued running, your boots slapping against the cold pavement beneath you, not caring about the destination as long as it was far from the start of your journey.

You eventually found yourself on the docks at the edge of town and you stopped, looking out at all of the ships waiting to sail. Turning back to look at the town behind you, you desperately wished any of those boats were leaving tonight. That would be the perfect escape - sailing away from this place, never returning, leaving your injured past behind.

"Are you lost, love?" a silky voice sporting a British accent called from somewhere to the side. You spun on your heel, your eyes frantically scanning for the owner of the voice. You finally felt him and you felt your insides melt. He was tall and lean, with dark hair and bright green eyes. He was dressed all in black leather, from the skin-tight pants to a well-clasped vest and a very stlylish coat that reached his knees. He even had black boots.

"Who are you?" you asked cautiously, trying to hide the fact that this was very likely the man you wanted to run away with.

He took his hands out of his pockets and you saw something silver glimmer in the moonlight. Your eyes were drawn to it, widening when you realized that it was a hook in place of his left hand.

"You're Captain Hook," you realized, your gaze wandering back up to his face.

He smirked proudly. "Ah, you've heard of me. I do prefer Killian, though, love."

You didn't respond, instead watching intently as he crepy closer, stopping when he was right in front of you. He was easily a head taller than you, and you couldn't help but lift your head to meet his eyes. He smiled at the act of submission.

"You didn't answer my question," he said quietly, looking down at you. His voice was surprisingly soft, given everything you'd heard about the ruthless pirate.

"What question?" you asked, lost in his eyes and completely forgetting he'd ever asked you a question.

He understood your confusion and a chuckle fell from his lips. "Are you lost, love?"

You felt your cheeks heat up at the pet name. "No, not lost, just... stuck."

"Do tell," he purred, tilting his head so that his forehead rested on yours. Your breath hitched in your throat as you inhaled, breathing in his scent of musk and sea.

"I'm running away," you explained lamely. "I just don't know where to go, or how to get there."

He quirked a brow. "And what exactly are you running away from?"

You bit your lip and lowered your gaze to your boots. You suddenly felt ashamed at the reason for your being at the edge of town so late.

"Love?" he pressed curiously.

"Bad breakup," you murmured. "I just need to get away."

Killian turned to look at all of the ships waiting to be sailed and a grin crossed his features. "How do you feel about the sea?"

You looked back up at him with uncertainty in your eyes. "I've never been at sea."

His grin widened and he offered you his hand. "It would be my honor to introduce you, then. What do you say, love? Would you like to sail with me on my ship?"

"The Jolly Roger?" you clarified softly, your eyes widening. You'd heard stories about the famous ship and the pirate who captained it. You'd always been fascinated and, if you were honest, attracted to the idea of sailing the seas with the captain of the Jolly Roger.

"Aye," he replied with a nod.

"I'd love to," you admitted, slipping your hand into his.

He turned and led you further down the docks, heading towards a lonely ship sitting by itself. You gasped at its massive appearance in comparison to the much smaller ships you had passed. Killian heard your noise of approval and grinned proudly, stopping at the entry steps.

"Ladies first," he cooed, gesturing in front of him. He kept a hold on your hand to help you up the steps, following shortly.

You stood at his side as he turned the wheel, changing the direction of the ship. He smiled at your presence and wrapped one arm around you, tugging you close to his side.

"How's my Captain doing this morning?" you asked softly, looking up at him.

He smirked and dipped his head to press a kiss to your lips. "Wonderful. How's my first mate?"

You grinned at the title. You'd heard it a hundred times already, but it sounded better every time he said it. "Absolutely amazing."

He kissed you again, keeping you at his side as he manned the ship, staring into the bright blue sky ahead.