“Operation Save Y/n: Part Thirteen (Hook and...

“Operation Save Y/n: Part Thirteen (Hook and Emma’s Adopted Daughter)

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Key: (y/h/c)- your hair color

“I never thought that you would be the one to hold my heart,
But you came around and you knocked me off the ground from the start.”

~Arms by Christina Perri

And you’re thinking of how you love him, to the moon and back, to the second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning.

You loved a boy named Peter Pan, and nothing has ever felt more right.

* * *

When you break apart for air, he stays close to you, letting his nose nudge against yours as he strokes your cheek.

“Is this okay?” He asked, and you look into his eyes to once again see that rare vulnerability, those breathtaking emeralds still seeking validation that he is good enough for you to care for him the way he cares for you.

“It’s very okay,” You assure him, letting hands drift up and rest on his shoulders.

A faint blush dusts your cheeks, and you’re thankful for the fast-fading daylight as his gaze pierces you once more.

As he takes you in, a smile spreads across his face, setting his boyish features alight with a joy you’ve never seen before.

It isn’t his usual smirk, but a real, genuine, sincere smile, and your heart warms at the sight of it.

This is because of you.

You never thought you had the ability to make someone so happy before, and you come to the conclusion that love will always be more powerful than magic.

Magic may always come with a price, but love doesn’t. Nothing that felt this good could ever hurt anyone.

You’re broken out of your reverie by Peter’s soft and husky laugh.

“What?” You ask, confused.

“You’ve been staring at my lips for the past two minutes, love. If you want to kiss me again, I wouldn’t mind.” His voice is low and teasing, and you manage to titter at his wit for a moment before his mouth is on yours once more.

This kiss, while nonetheless sweet as the last, is more insistent, the tension that has risen between the two of you ever since you met finally being put to rest.

Your fingers tangle in his dark blonde hair, drawing him closer as he presses his body against yours.

When he bites gently on your bottom lip, your mouth immediately parts for him, and your tongues begin a sensual duel for dominance, one that Peter ultimately wins.

His hands have long since moved from your face, instead grabbing hold of your waist and pulling you into him, until you’re practically in his lap.

Every heated glance, every “accidental” touch, flashes through your mind, flickering like flames of a passionate, roaring fire.

And that was exactly what it was like with Peter, wasn’t it?

You could see why he liked fire so much; it was addictive and all-consuming.

You break apart from him, gasping.

His fingers move to your hair as you try to catch your breath, stroking the (y/h/c) tresses with a wicked smile on his lips.

“How was that, sweetheart?” He murmurs, his voice raspy and low.

“It was alright,” You say, the entire effect of your fake indifference ruined by the fact that your voice quivers, and your cheeks are growing a deeper and deeper shade of pink as each second ticks by.

“Just alright?” He teases, “Well, I’d love to see your reaction when we reach ‘good’.”

If possible, you blush even harder when you realize that you’re straddling him, and a make a move to get off, only to find yourself trapped in the cage of his arms.

“Stay right where you are. I’ve tried so hard to get you here, you don’t get to escape that easily,” He purrs.

Shivers prickle up and down your spine, and your heart beats so loudly in your ears, you’re positive that he can hear it.

He tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze, and then presses a chaste kiss to your lips, during which you press your hands into his chest, keeping your fingers clutched in his shirt when he pulls away.

He tucks your hair behind your ears, murmuring softly as he does so, “You’re cute when you blush, y/n.”

He places a kiss on each cheek, before simply letting his forehead rest against yours and looking into your eyes.

And when you look at him, you feel a warmth in your chest that you’ve never known, and the feeling that you’ve finally found a home.

Never in your wildest dreams had you thought this would happen, but now, there’s no place you’d rather be than in his arms.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Please like, reblog, and follow! I’ll be posting a master list to all of the chapters soon, so don’t worry if you can’t find a certain chapter!

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