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A Prank Too Far - Part 2 (Requested)

Note: @arlynna very kindly requested a follow on from ‘A Prank Too Far’ where Killian finally manages to get the reader. I decided to take a dramatic approach to this one so I hope you enjoy it <3
I apologise at how long it is!

Killian Jones x Reader

Words: 1929

Warnings: Some fluff and it gets a little hot too…not too much but just the right amount I think :) 

Originally posted by netflixruinedmylifeimagines

He was a pirate…..he wasn’t supposed to work this hard to get someone. Usually he couldn’t move for the women who wanted to be with him. So why was it that when it came to you it was so damn difficult? It was a couple of hours after your encounter up on the deck, he could still feel the cold metal of the handcuffs against his wrist despite them having been off for a while now, and as for the tingling sensation that was left on his lips from them having been so close to landing a kiss on yours…well…that was doing far more than getting him a little excited.

He now needed you more than he had ever done so before which meant his determination was at a whole new level.

Sitting in his private quarters as his crew fought through their drunken states to keep the ship steady on the ocean waves he was unaware of any kind of incident occurring up on deck. Not until Smee came crashing through the door almost taking it clean off its hinges.

“CAP’N! The waves….they’ve taken [y/n]!”

The short pot-bellied man was completely drenched from head to toe and looked more like a drowned rat than he did a pirate and the look on his face was one of sheer panic. Killian had known the man long enough now though to be aware that he could be a little over dramatic at times and instead of his response being on the more urgent side he simply rolled his eyes and casually turned to face the man.

“What is it Smee? Oh and be quick. I am not in the mood for your foolishness.”

“[y/n] she was…she was having an argument with Squibbers an-and we hit a wave an-an-“

“DAMMIT SMEE! SPIT IT OUT MAN!”

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There Is No Escape - Part 10

Note: Killian has no choice but to break your heart. His own heart in Pan’s grip but you can’t just allow yourself to give up on him. (The memories mentioned are before he loses his hand and gains his infamous hook, hence no mention of it just so you know. )

Killian Jones x Peter Pan x Reader

Words: 2737

Warnings: Some violence and swearing. Brief mention of unwanted advances too.

Disclaimers: None of the GIFs are mine. All credit goes to the creators

The bar you see yourself in is bursting with patrons enjoying a drink and those who are with others are laughing at the jokes they are sharing. The laughs aren’t quiet either – they are loud and boisterous as though they are trying to out laugh the other which makes it difficult for you to hear the words of anyone who attempts to talk to you. A restriction of which seems to give them the excuse to use gropes and slaps to your arse as a form of communication instead.

Oh the joys of working in a tavern!

The final straw for you is when one of those lecherous gropes starts to turn into something a whole lot more. You feel the hard wall of the room as your back is forced up against it, the tray of glasses you had been carrying clattering onto the floor sending shards of glass flying as it shatters on impact as it falls from your grip. Your breath escapes your lungs quickly from the sheer force behind the move.

It isn’t a regular visitor to the tavern, you don’t recognise any detail of his face, and given that you are always one of the very few sober ones in here you never doubted your memory. This one, going by his scruffy look and the god awful stench of his drunken breath, was one of the group of pirates that had recently come to the town. They were here looking at trading with the locals or in this one’s case treat it’s women like they are something to be fondled incessantly.

His breath as he runs his rum covered lips up the length of your neck makes you very skin crawl as a grimace crosses your lips. The stench of stale rum hits you like a violent wave in the sea.

“Squibbers, mate. I suggest you kindly take your hands off the young lady here.”

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