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sweet feels || james hook x reader

|| note: this is not canon and this is just a figment of my imagination

|| pairings: james hook x reader

|| fluff

|| from the author: loved writing this

-fic under the cut-

"you have stolen my heart"

The corridors of Merlin Academy were alive with activity as students buzzed with excitement about the upcoming Castlecoming. It was the talk of the school—who would wear what, who would go with whom. But you weren’t worried about any of that. You had something—or rather, someone—much more important on your mind.

James Hook.

You smiled at the thought of him, the pirate with the charming smirk and the mischievous glint in his eyes. Despite your royal upbringing, you had fallen for him, and he for you. It had started with stolen glances and teasing banter, but over time, your connection deepened, and before you knew it, you were inseparable.

As you walked down the hall, your thoughts were interrupted by the familiar voices of Uliana’s crew. They were gathered near the entrance, laughing and joking as usual. Uliana, the sister of Ursula, was at the center, her presence commanding attention.

“There she is!” Morgie, the son of Morgana, called out, spotting you. “Our favorite royal.”

You chuckled as you joined them, greeted by the warmth and camaraderie you had come to cherish. Despite the differences in your backgrounds, Uliana’s crew had welcomed you with open arms. You were one of them, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” you asked, slipping into the easy rhythm of their banter.

“We were just talking about the ball,” Hook said, sidling up to you with that signature grin. “Thinking of sweeping you off your feet on the dance floor.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, but your heart fluttered at his words. “You wish.”

“Hey, don’t be too sure,” he teased, wrapping an arm around your waist. “I’ve been practicing.”

“Sure you have,” you quipped back, leaning into his side.

But before the conversation could continue, Bridget, the princess of Hearts, approached, looking more serious than usual. You immediately noticed the tension in her posture.

“Bridget, what’s up?” you asked, concern lacing your voice.

She glanced at you, then at the others. “There’s something I need to talk to Uliana about.”

The crew quieted down, sensing the shift in mood. You watched as Bridget and Uliana exchanged words, the conversation hushed but intense. You didn’t catch everything, but you heard enough to know that Bridget was troubled by something Uliana had said or done.

When the conversation ended, Bridget turned to you. “(Y/N), what do you think?”

You knew Bridget well—she wasn’t one to make a fuss over nothing. If she was upset, there was a reason. “I’m on your side, Bridget,” you said firmly, knowing that your loyalty to your friends meant everything.

Uliana seemed taken aback by your response, but before she could say anything, Hook stepped in. “Let’s not get into a fight over this. We’re all friends here. Except for pinkie over there.”

You nodded in agreement, relieved that Hook was there to diffuse the situation. “Yeah, let’s talk this out.”

Eventually, the tension eased, and the crew found a way to resolve their differences. Bridget smiled at you, grateful for your support, and Uliana gave you a nod, understanding that you had to stand by your friend.

Later that evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you found yourself standing with Hook on the edge of the school grounds, the soft glow of the setting sun casting a golden hue over everything. He had his arm around you, holding you close.

“You know,” he began, his voice gentle, “I wasn’t sure about us at first. I mean, you’re a royal, and I’m... well, I’m me.”

You turned to look at him, surprised by his sudden seriousness. “Hook, don’t say that. We’re perfect for each other.”

He smiled, his eyes softening as he gazed at you. “Yeah, we are. I’ve got the feels for you, (Y/N).”

You laughed softly, your heart swelling with affection. “I’ve got the feels for you too.”

The moment was perfect—just the two of you, wrapped in each other’s warmth. You knew that whatever challenges came your way, you would face them together. Because, in the end, it wasn’t about where you came from or who you were supposed to be. It was about the way he made you feel—happy, cherished, and completely yourself.

And with him by your side, life was sweeter than ever.