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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
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  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Disney_-_All_Media_Types, Peter_Pan_-_J._M._Barrie, Peter_Pan_(2003),
      Original_Work, Pan_(2015), Peter_Pan_(1953)
  Relationship:
      James_Hook/Original_Female_Character(s)
  Character:
      Captain_Hook, Original_Female_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Pirates, Kidnapping, Georgian_Period, Neverland, Bermuda_Triangle,
      England_(Country), Royalty, Smut, Romance, Unplanned_Pregnancy, BDSM,
      Stockings, Neverland_(Peter_Pan), Loss_of_Virginity, Candles, Piano
  Series:
      Part 1 of Dirty_Disney_Villians
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-02 Updated: 2018-01-04 Chapters: 5/? Words: 11626
****** Hooks & Hairpins ******
by Miss_Hush
Summary
     Princess Amelia Sophia Eleanor, daughter of King George ll of Great
     Britain is confronted by pirates during her transport to meet her
     fiancée. And it would seem these are no ordinary heathenous
     pirates....
     James Hook who is Amelia’s jolly sailor bold, will show her things
     she’d never believe in. Her heart is stolen by the theif of the sea.
     The tale of their love and suffering....enjoy!
***** A Royal Rendezvous *****
Chapter Summary
     Princess Amelia Sophia Eleanor, daughter of King George ll of Great
     Britain is confronted by pirates during her transport to meet her
     fiancée. And it would seem these are no ordinary heathenous
     pirates....
     Saving her ladies in waiting and her father’s Navy crew will be a
     difficult decision.
Chapter Notes
     Just as a reminder, I am poetically using the real Princess Amelia
     Sophia Eleanor, daughter of King George ll of Great Britain.
     She was known to be a...badass? She was very favoured by her father
     and loved horse riding and hunting and swordsmanship. Most of my
     information is Wikipedia stuff though. Sorry! Anyway, Hook is
     immortal and I wanted him to be her ‘Thomas Arnold’. It’s a very
     loose story on her life. And something to force Hook into being a lot
     more colder.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
                                        
“Your Highness please! Hide! Quickly!” The fretful handmaiden shuddered in a
whispering panic. The young Princess shook her head. Amelia the daughter of the
British King George the second refused to obey the whims of abandonment.
‘The Blue Bird’ was under attack by another larger ship. It was obviously
ruffians from far away, pirates at most. Screams and yells were coming from
above the room. The princess along with her ladies in waiting were within a
locked cabin room belonging to the Sea Captain Reynard. The young lady was no
delicate flower, she preferred a fight over hiding away like a scared little
mouse.

"I will not hide whilst the crew and you are all in danger, I will fight until
my last breath whether it Lady like or not!” Amelia argued. She stood from her
chair, her precious blue gown swished as she stalked over to a wall. There hung
two crossed over blades with she gladly gripped and claimed as her own. Growing
up with brothers her three brothers and dotting father improved her strength
with fencing and sword practise.

"But, your High—"Agatha her closest handmaiden croaked. Her superior cut her
off by the word. "No, Aggie! If anyone is going to curl and hide in here, it
shall be you.” The princess looked at her other ladies in waiting all trembling
in shock of fearing what lay above the roof. Another blood curdling cry shot
out over the ocean. A maidservant almost fainted. Even Amelia paled slightly.
Amelia stood up and wiped the trickle of sweat from her forehead, handing each
woman a weapon hopefully useful. Many were just cutlery knives and a broken
chair leg. "If we let them come down here, we're cornered. Ladies, our only
chance is to get up there and fight alongside the crew. I understand you're
frightened. So am I.....And I know not all of you know how to wield a sword,
but we can work as a team and help the brave men. I ask you now...if any of you
are willing and able: fight with me!" Their authority stood up on a chair and
proudly exclaimed “Now get up my ladies and get ready for a fight!"
Her ladies in waiting still frightened made the attempt. They all stood proudly
as though to salute her highness’ demand. They followed behind their leader
courageously to the war battle going on the first deck.
She could hear all war and tyranny convulse above. Jumping off the chair she
ran into the door and broke the lock for her and the maidens to flee. Amelia
and her ladies had been travelling for weeks to meet up with her arranged
engagement to her cousin the Prince of Prussia.
Her parents believed it best to meet him in a warm climate in the Caribbean and
discover and study around the new world. However they came across something a
lot more exciting than any strange new world. She was encountering a real
pirate barbarian attack to their travel ship.
Amelia ran passed a corridor and ran towards stairs leading up to the first
deck.
"Down below!" She heard a rough voice shout amidst the slaughter above their
heads. The Kings Navy were losing, quickly. Amelia Sophia Eleanor, Princess Of
Great Britain would not let some filthy pirates take the valuable ship! She
grabbed the hem of her light blue silk dress, her deep auburn locks cascading
tendrils over her eyes as she marched, ready to fight, her cutlass in front of
her.
Running to the steep wooden steps, she grabbed and the little door way of the
darkness into the shining sunlight. She held her hand above her eyes and stood
to attention as she ran up and out swinging her blade around.
She smirked as she heard the growl of anguish come from one of the dirty
scoundrels she jabbed in the ribs. She’d only killed a man once when she was
practising- she hadn’t meant to kill that innocent being, however the bastard
that cried and crumbled to his knees was someone she happily slaughtered. She
heard wicked tales of pirates and evil merchants of the ocean.
When Amelia turned, she discovered a partner of death holding a longer sword
between them. His grin showed the evil son of his enjoyment knowing he may
butcher a woman as pretty as her. Amelia raised her cutlass into the sparkling
sunlight and gawked as he lowered his. The princess was offended by the
gesture. He was treating her softly! That was very pirate like nor sporty of
him.
The girl hissed and barked. "Raise your weapon, sir. And fight me like a man,
you bloody coward!" She swung hard down at him and with a hummingbirds heart
clip, he lifted his weapon to the sky. Their swords slammed and slang into one
another as they danced the art of death around the deck, but it didn't take the
princess long surprisingly to defeat him. She knocked his sword aside and
kicked him overboard, listening to his cry as his body fell to the dark cold
waters. Amelia turned and fought around man after violent man.
As soon as it came, all of the ladies including Agatha had joined their
princess on deck and were doing their best to fight, although it wasn't long
before they started to be bested, one by one. They had never killed men and
shied away from their opening moments to stab. Their training was not as
extensive as the princess’.
Sadly, even with their help, they had been beaten and forced to their knees.
The crewmen and captain were all dead on the deck, the red painting the
princess’ slippers. The edges of her ripped gown were soaked in a dark black of
men’s blood. The young women were all align, even Amelia threw down her sword.
A bulky man dragged her by the hair and threw her next to the other women. They
were forced Into a surrender. Some crewmen were luckily alive. They cried out
as they floated in the boat rubble in the water.
The hope in the princess’ heart began to fade and she too started to fear these
reckless monsters. She lowered her head, her hair falling over her face to hide
her tears. Her lips quivered and she shook as she heard sharp footsteps cross
over each girl. She could hear the sound of a sword being unsheathed. She was
afraid this would be how she’d die. The princess murder in the middle of the
ocean.
"Do you yield, madame?" She heard a deep voice in front of her. The tip of a
sword slide down to lift up her chin into the sunlight. Eyes irritating she
winced. But the figure stood in front of the sun. Her eyes peered up to see a
older man in front of her. His beard big and scruffy but going grey in a few
areas. His head covered in a sweat covered head cap. He almost seemed to appear
like a monk of a church. Was it not for regular clothing instead of robes and a
sword replacing a crucifix, Amelia could’ve mistaken him for a holy man. He
shared her a soft smile, a cheeky smirk almost.
However, the princess was stubborn and had strong morale.
"Never! Death before dishonour," she looked down into the reflection of the
sharp point pressing into her chin and neck. Amelia also concluded this man was
smaller then the other heathens and surprisingly dressed much nicer than the
others in rags. How face adorned with a pair of spectacles for goodness sake!
"Am I addressing the captain?"
The elder male made a heart chuckle and tsked his tongue, shaking his head "No,
madame. I would be his first mate, Albertine Smee but I will gladly take you to
him."
He lowered his blade and just as he was sheathing the weapon Amelia rose up and
kicked the man behind her, enough time to steal his dagger by his ankle.
The princess stood up and compared the man to be quite miniature to herself.
She raised the weapon into the air and made a few steps back to space between
them.
She announced with dignity "I shall go willingly myself, you shall not take me
anywhere and I will not be going anywhere with you.”
"Not even...to save your precious cargo?" he gestured toward the other women
were, on their knees, hands bound, crying into cloth gags, surrounded with
pirates' swords aimed at their long pale throats.
What do I do? she fretted, she refused to just let them die, but, on the other
hand, how could the proud princes surrender? She wasn't brought up to bow at
anyone’s whim without respect. And what if She did? That didn't guarantee their
safety! The blue rose had to think and resolve the matter quickly. What could
she trade!? What could Amelia even think about giving to the scoundrels that
they hadn’t stolen already?
Amelia held up her small blade to him "Let them go," She commanded.
The man called Mr.Smee laughed at the princess, "I don't think you're in any
position to demand anything, madame."
The other pirates laughed and cackled along as the women bawled in fear for
their responsibility the princess and their own lives.
Frustrated, Amelia shoved the blade into her empty sword holder "Actually I am.
I would like to offer a trade."
Smee stopped his giggling fit and perked up to the funny idea of bargaining.
"Oh?” He cooed “And what would you like to trade?"
The princess lifted her palm and waved it to gesture to the scared girls
soaking their own gowns with their piss. "Them for me."
"Six women for one!?” He laughed louder then before, his tummy beneath his
stained blouse jiggled in delight “You must be a silly girl to think we wou-,"
She didn't back down, but instead stepped closer and whispered harshly into his
ear, "You will address me as Your Highness, pirate!"
She gripped his shirt and lifted the blade to his cheek. His glasses shifting a
little to the side. “I am the lady Princess Amelia of Great Britain, daughter
of the King.” She cut his cheeks as light as paper, but it was threatening
nonetheless.
Amelia moved back and held up the dagger, glaring at him with hate and death.
His face shifted and became more solemn. He stepped towards her, but stopped
within a second of her hands raising the dagger and pressed the blade against
her own jugular saying, "Come no closer, pirate. It would be a dear shame to
lose a bargaining chip that could make you all rich beyond your wildest
dreams." He looked to the enemy ship, as if seeking someone's approval. Amelia
refused to turn her eyes away from her audience. Her dagger point, rested in
the curve of her collar bone.
"What are your terms, your highness?" He stuttered and pulled his cap off his
head wringing it out of its sweat. Amelia’s nose wrinkled and she jerked her
dagger to the women again.
"Release the women and leave the sailors alone. Take whatever valuables and
treasures you want. At least leave them enough provisions to be able to return
back to England. In exchange, I'll accompany you to your ship. My ransom shall
be quite large, I can assure you." Amelia was her father’s favourite out of all
the children, he would move heaven, hell and earth for his beloved daughter.
"I’ll have to speak over with the cap’n ‘bout this." Smee sighed and strangely
gave a fairly large grin.
Amelia gulped at the peculiar sight, her red lips split and shuddered angrily
"Then-n go! St-stop wasting time!"
As Smee walked across the wooden planks that connected the ships, Amelia came
to truly see how magnificently large this ship was.
As a wild guess she could see twenty five canon flaps. Which meant this beast
of a ship had fifty canons. The crew seemed to be working hard and fast and
from what the young princess noticed near the bow was the delicate print in
cursive ‘The Jolly Rodger.’ How ironic!? Pirates flags were mentioned to be
jolly Rodgers. She looked to the sky and there on the flag flew a cross swords
and skull. Comparing to her travel boat, ‘The Blue Bird’ was nothing in
likeness to the luxurious ‘The Jolly Rodger.’
Her hands skimmed the wooden rail of her transport and her breath hitched when
she realised she might never touch the same wood again.

But I'm doing the noble thing. She glanced at her ladies in waiting, who
seemingly calmed down a bit and were looking to their princess for answers. The
pirates released the women and they all clustered together like a mini flock of
ladies, they held out their hands for her to take. But the young royal shook
her head and said to them dearly and loudly enough for the pirates with them to
hear “It will be all well, you shall be free soon enough.
Moments later Smee came jogging over the plank and came to stand in front of
the young lady. She instantly placed the blade back to her long neck as a
continuing suicide threat.
The older man chuckled and slapped his knees "That's not necessary, Your
Highness.” He swooped down low and gave Amelia a dramatic bow, “The captain has
agreed to your terms.” Smee stood and gestured to the plank, holding out his
palm to steady her “Now if you'll accompany me—" Smee started. But Amelia made
no motive to move.
She swallowed hard and sternly spoke with her regal attitude "My ladies first.
And your word of honour that they and the rest of the kings Navy crew will be
allowed to safely set sail with provisions, as discussed," She demanded. Her
brows raised at the positive answer she had received.
"The great captain is a man of his word, Your Highness. I will not allow his
honour to be questioned! Not his!" he shouted loud enough for the other ship to
over hear. He smiled and nodded his head affirmatively.
The ocean waves crashed against the side of the boat. The seagulls cawed above
in the blue sky...this was her moment to show true leadership. Sacrifice.
"Very well," She lowered her dagger blade. "My ladies...step away from them."
Smee motioned to the rough pirate gang circling the little lambs of her
careers. They seemed extremely disappointed to be letting women off and remain
on their boat back to England. It was obvious these men had planned wicked
things to convert these women onto hem. They stepped towards the girls and
removed their gags and cut their binding ropes, kindly helping them to their
feet. They left them to and made their way back over to their pirate ship. Each
girl attacked her within embraces and sobbed phenomenally hard as they were
very terrified for their princess. Agatha stopped and wrapped her arms around
the young girl, "Your Highness, what are you doing?"
Her majesty hugged her back, "The right thing." She whispered and pushed the
hand maidens away.
The princess then turned to them and the rest of the kings crew and spoke
loudly enough for them to hear, "These men of crime will be allowed to board
and steal...I mean take whatever they desire. They will be leaving enough
provisions for you to reach Port Royal and from there, to London. Show them no
fear and no fight. Please let my betrothed know that I have been taken and have
him prepare a hefty ransom for these men. And I shall meet you all in England
quite soon."
The men of the British navy battered and bruised bowed their heads and the
ladies curtsied and stood far into the corner of the flooring near the stair
case to the upper deck.

The wise and brave princess turned back to Smee, "Have your men board, under
instruction that they are to cause no harm to the crew and follow our
agreement."
"Very well, your highness," The first mate motioned to the pirates, who
immediately started invading the area in utter dead silence.
It was very quick and some what civil in their manner as the men boarded back
to their own ship, they were carrying stolen goods from ‘The Blue Bird’.
However Amelia began noticing that the things were her own belongings and
chests. The last box was carried over, it was the little chest of her dearest
heart belongings. It was the box of little paintings of her father and mother,
and fiancée. It was filled with her music box that helped her sleep at night.
It was her letters and poems written by her youngest sister. Amelia mourned for
that last box.

"That's the last of it, Your Highness," Smee quipped and solemnly smiled to
her, almost respectfully. He held out his hand and shakily the princess took it
and walked steadily from one ship to the next. But before leaving she called
out to the others of her party “be at peace and be safe!”
The men bowed and the ladies, crying, curtsied. She gave to them a reassuring
smile and little elegant wave as she was led on by Smee.
The princess observed the planks being pulled away and the ship roasting from
‘The Blue Bird’ the water between them grew more and more. Her ladies were
waving and Amelia the little princess did all that she could to hold back her
cries of anger and despair. They will NOT see me weak. She promised herself.
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you for any comments, kudos and just reading ‘Hooks &
     Hairpins’. I apologise for any grammatical mistakes. I try and edit
     as best as I can. I hope you all have a lovely day! And imagine James
     crawling into your bed tonight >;D And never forget! Faith, trust and
     a little bit of smutty dust can make you fly in the bedroom.
***** Welcome onto ‘The Jolly Rodger’ *****
Chapter Summary
     Amelia is startled by her handsome kidnapper and falls under his
     spelling charm and sad tale of woe.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

The sky grew dark and covered the sunlight from any eyes. The ocean became
rough and waves shook and pushed the boat into a hefty rocking. A storm began
rolling in from afar. Spits of lightening happened upon the distance. The
princess gasped and felt a hand grab at her elbow. Amelia jumped when she saw
the demonic grin on Smee’s face, he was enjoying her fear. Looking over the sea
one last time, she could now no longer see ‘The Blue Bird’.
“The captain awaits you, your Highness.” The short man laughed and gently
guided her across the deck. Faint drops of rain began to kiss at her cheeks and
naked shoulders. Her stained dress began to soak the little licks from the sky
fall.
As she was led past, many of the criminals and cut throats snickered and leered
like hungry beasts. A hand ‘accidentally’ touched her backside as she went
about. She was taken up a fleet of stairs up to the top deck and pushed into
the door way where a large mapping room was placed.
They must’ve been inside the private quarters of the captain. Amelia held her
breath as she imagined the ruthless heathen captain with a dirty, grey,
scraggly beard and yellow teeth with a peg leg and eyepatch.
Smee tugged her to a door far to the right corner and clashed his knuckles
against the wooden door.
Beyond the oak was a deep voice “Enter.” The door creaked open and the princess
was brutally shoved in with force. It was very ungentlemanly. Smee slammed the
door shut, leaving her highness alone...or at least without him by her side.
The room was awfully dark except for candles by a red curtained canopy bed and
a grand piano, along with another table with papers flooding it over. It was
quite an open space that not even the captain of ‘The Blue Bird’ had. Near the
bed was the window glass over the sea ocean. The world had plummeted into
darkness and rainy night,
Amelia forgot her own place and became frightened by the movement of a figure
by the bed. Her heart pounded against her pale bosom as the figure grew more
into a man. This man however wasn’t what she’d expected.
His jet black hair was fine and rich, nicely brushed. His orbs dark but gentle
with golden flecks and the perfect amount of unshaven stubble on his face to
make him seem a bit...dangerous. His presence was dominating by the way he
looked at her gawking eyes
His lips seemed thin and soft but not cracked and split. As he came closer, he
clearly was a captain by his dress standards of a imperial red coat and black
trousers and boots. He was wearing a white blouse and neck ruffle. He could’ve
mistaken her any day for being a captain of her father’s Navy. He towered six
inches above her own tall frame.
His warm right hand pushed her jaw back up, confusing her until she’d realised
her mouth had been open the entire time. Her cheeks rosed as she became
humiliated and felt like a cod fish.
A small, knowing smile formed on his mouth. "You were expecting someone else it
would seem?" he almost chuckled.
“I assumed you’d be older and with a Hook and peg leg sir.” She confessed.
“Well you got one thing right at least.” He smirked and held up his left
hand...well actually..... He went to his table of maps and papers and sat down
to over go some information. He chuckled at her horror. His hand was a hook.
“Welcome aboard ‘The Jolly Rodger’ your Highness, I am Captain James Hook.” He
said softly. His voice was like caramel and cream when he spoke to her. It was
calming and sweet. But the princess realised her stupidity for falling her
girlish desires for a man. How odd? She’d never felt this way to any of her
suitors. Not even to her beloved cousin.
She scoffed and smirked herself. She sat herself in a chair in front of his
table desk.
"Thank you Captain Hook? Funny name really. I am Princess Amelia of Great
Britain, my father is his royal majesty King George the second. I would truly
like to say it's a pleasure to meet you, but under the circumstances, well..."
Amelia bit back at her capture. She refused to show respect to a filthy man
like a pirate no matter how handsome.
"Ah. You’re quite a bratty one! Your highness. However, I like that. I do
understand these are not ideal circumstances for you, but I'm prepared to make
your stay pleasant and comfortable. Your crew is still a week or so out from
Port royal, so I expect you have at least a few weeks on board with me. Let's
start with a drink." Hook stood up and tug through his draw to find a old
bottle of rum with some goblets in a chest under his feet.
"I could certainly use one." The princess snapped.
As he poured out the alcohol he let out a very warm and, dare she admit it, an
arousing...laugh, "I'm certain you can."
He raised his cup to her, "A toast to one of the bravest and most selfless acts
I've seen in quite some time. You truly impressed me, Your Highness."
The cups tapped together and after the princess took a small sip of the drink
she smiled annoyedly "Well, quite frankly, Captain, you left me with little
choice. I couldn't stand by and watch my fathers crew be killed, my ship be
burned and my ladies be raped...or worse."
He seemed a bit taken aback and hurt by that last, as he lowered his glass and
took a large gulp. "Is that the fate that you think they had?"
"You're pirates," she sighed and took another dip for a drink. She challenged
him with her eyes as she slapped the goblet down. He threw his cup aside and
let it cling onto the floor, the rum spilling onto the wood. He moved from his
chair with such ferociousness that the princess backed into her seat, he
gripped her dress front.
His nose was mere inches from hers as he heatedly growled, "Understand this,
Princess. I have NEVER taken a woman by force and have never knowingly let a
member of my crew do so either. If I take a woman you had better damned well
believe she wants it, even often begging me for it."
She swooned at his words and felt a little dizzy by his anger, the strength in
his words and movements, the unusually arousing statement that he made
regarding begging.

Not to mention his Hook, literally hooking her front close to him, the material
ripping and she trapped like a fish to be devoured by his soft lips.
Her face grew red and flushed at his words. She’d read in novels of the lusts
between men and women. The maidens in the kitchen giggling over those books and
having to hide them away from her innocent eyes. She used to become giddy and
feel naughty after reading an erotic chapter. She felt the same pleasure and
stomach butterflies when he spoked down at her.
His metal attachment glided over her chest. The cold touch against her breasts
made her feel tickled and aroused.
James hook knew women, he saw her reaction before it was too late. He knew his
affect on the little princess. “Is her Highness not feeling well? You seem to
be lightened by the touch of a sea captain.”
She looked away, ashamed and humiliated by her reaction to the event. She could
feel his breath on her ear as his lips brushed against it, he gently moved her
soft auburn locks aside as he whispered, "It's perfectly normal,, Princess.
You're allowed to feel. You never have, have you?"
"I am a lady of title. I will not discuss such topics with you," her voice
quivered as she fought off tears of humility.
"Not yet maybe. But you will. I'm sure of it my little Emily." He kissed
Amelia’s neck, gently, right below her ear. No man had EVER come close to even
grazing his lips near that area. she was in rage but felt weakened by his
seduction. She wanted to slap him and scream bloody murder. He dared to call
her Emily. It wasn’t an insult but that was a name only her family called her
in private. This thief was using it as common as salt.
He released her dress and walked away from the sweat covered royal. He opened
his door and turned back at the girl who plummeted to the floor in fear and
shock of what just occurred.
"Perhaps you should lie down," he suggested, he gestured to his bed not so far
away "I need to go have the crew get ready for this storm and have them bring
your belongings."
The rain outside was now crashing down the ship and she could hear the men
yelling to one another on board just as it happened when they were taking her
ship.
“Sleep in the bed!? Sir, you cannot expect me to shar-“ The princess gasped and
pushed up the table to help her to her feet again. He surely didn't mean she’d
be sleeping in here.
The handsome man corrected "It is Captain Hook, not sir and you shall sleep
with me...in my cabin. It's that or below with the crew. This may be a large
ship, Your Highness, but it's also a large crew and we have tight quarters.
Your choice."
The princess shivered at his words, she couldn’t imagine sleeping with all
those men around. They’d surely do unholy things. She decided to remain with
the captain who promised on honour to not harm her.
She climbed under the covers of the large bed and the captain smiled from the
door "Good girl. Get some rest. You've had a trying day. I shall be back
shortly."
She turned to face the wall of glass and watch the rainfall on the water come
closer and closer to the ship. The blankets were soft and warm! Her body became
relaxed.
The dress however she wore was annoying her as well as her slippers. She sat up
and kicked off her shoes. She had a difficult time taking off the top layer of
skirt and top. She peeled off her waist cage and slipped her hair ins out. Her
long hair falling down into long waves of reddish brown. Her body curled up
into the sheets again. It was soft and comforting, the same texture of goose
feather pillows she use to have. When she was little she’d have nightmares and
crawl into her parents bed. Her mother didn’t approve but her father used to
hold her and tell her stories until she fell asleep safe in his arms. For a
king, her father was a noble and wise man, for a parent he was the greatest
father she’d ever known.
The waves picked up and the swaying became more and more intense. A lot of her
ladies weren't able to handle this and frequently became ill on the voyage,
but, for her it was like being gently rocked to sleep by her father again. As
she began to drift, she thought of them and how happy she was that they are
safe. She became sad however when she realised she might never see them or her
family again. The Captain Hook scared her now. Did he mean what he said? Would
he really not have harmed them? Regardless, Amelia smugly smiled know she
behaved like a future queen and saved them. I did what was best for my people.

The door bursted open and the winds howled into the cabin, causing the lit
candles to flicker in their fight to stay lit. "Quick, men! Set them over
here!" Captain Hook directed several men from his crew to set down my trunks
near the bedside. The rain was trying to push its way inside.Amelia sat up in
the bed curious but frightened by the savage men she recognised from the day.
She hid under the covers when some leered and licked their lips at her. They
marched out the room and left her and the captain together.
"Crew switch, men! Get some rest and let the others take over for the night.
You've done well!" he shouted after them as he slammed the door closed. He was
soaking wet and crossed quickly to the small furnace near the bed and threw
more wood on the pile, he lit it alight with a candle and blew onto the flame
watching it rise. He removed his Hook and revealed his amputated wrist. Usually
Smee would help him undress but today he was perfectly capable of it himself.
He unbuttoned his vest and removed it with practised skill. He looked towards
the cowering princess in the blankets and smirked at the stranded clothes of
her dress on the floor.
He didn’t see that much, he however was curious about what if she was nude.
What would the young princess look like?

Water was dripping from his hair, his blouse was plastered to his thin but
built form. It hugged every muscle and soon he pulled it over his head. His
skin was kissed golden by the sun, his muscles flexed with every movement, the
body of someone who has worked to live. Amelia’s lips parted. Her eyes couldn't
remove themselves from his naked chest and stomach as he said, "Have you ever
seen a man, Princess?"
She shook her head and he smiled. He turned around and threw his wet shirt over
a chair to dry. His back however made her gasp. The princess covered her mouth
but it was too late. Hook heard her little noise.
“This is what happens when you trust the wrong people, my dear Emily.”
His entire back from his shoulder to his bottom curve was littered with scars.
They were at different angles but each one was straight and perfectly cut. They
were marks force to him by the whip.
His innocent captive however didn't quite understand the statement, "I'm sorry,
but what do you mean?"
He sat on the edge of the bed next to her body. He pulled the covers to her
chin and watched her snuggle into the large soft pillows. His normal hand
reached out and carefully took hers into his. He sighed and smiled “I was once
friends with a prince, and one day a tribe of savages attacked the town I grew
up in. I took revenge and tried killing all the Indians, but the prince, he
made a treaty with their so called chief and was even engaged to their
‘princess’ Tiger Lilly I recall was her name.”
Hoo, shut his eyes and bit his lip in thought, trying to remember it all and
how to put his story into words. “I tried reasoning with him and when he didn’t
listen I received punishment. We fought with swords and he won. It’s how I lost
this.” He said touching his stubbed hand.
He didn’t mention the Prince Of Fairies Peter Pan was a child, he failed to
mention that the boy was reckless and was powerful and could fly. Hook looked
to the princess and shrugged “He thought it would be funny joke to chuck it
over board and feed it to the crocodiles. Before he threw me over, Smee my
first mate you have met, stepped forward and saved me. He suggested to the
prince to let me go and begged the punishment of humiliation instead. Smee
stopped me from bleeding out and bandaged my body up. Back then he was a fairly
holy man.”
Amelia had thought it very odd, yet sweet to know that Smee was not always so
helpless and rude. Her suspicions of him being a monk was t entirely wrong.
Hook smiled and looked down at the observant and entranced princess. His voice
and story was just the same as her own fathers as he told scary adventures.
“The next morning I was forced to walk my home town naked with a missing hand
and a steel collar around my neck. And if that wasn’t enough, I was bound to
the post in the town square and received one hundred lashes across my back. I
think it was number forty seven or eight when I passed out.” Hooks fingers
brushed the hair from her eyes and saw the little sorrow and mourn in them. She
hated him, but she felt a empathetic sorriness for him. She wondered how
painful it would’ve been on him.
“The prince stole all my treasure and left my body in the street stocks for the
people to watch wither. The people all hated him and looked after me. I felt
lost and just drown in revenge to this day.”
Hook stood from the bed and noticed the princess’ eyes drooping, she was tired
truly. Her little red lips opened into a tiny yawn “Which prince did this?” She
sleepily asked.
“You wouldn’t know him I’m afraid, Princess....he’s far away from any where.
The prince of Neverland. We will be there by tomorrow, just follow the second
Star to the right and straight on until morning light.”
The ship made its way deeper into the Bermuda Triangle, purposely getting lost
to find the hidden world of fairies and mermaids and Peter Pan.
Neverland? She’d never heard of such a place. Maybe it was a little island, but
it couldn’t be in the Caribbean? The princess concluded the evil pirate was
just pulling her leg metaphorically and feeding her lies to feel sorry for him.
How low could this man be!?
She scoffed and crossed her arms sitting up properly as she highly spoke
“You’re confusing me captain. I shall not fall for some cockles tale. Lies are
not kind to the mind, it’s obvious you got what you deserved for being a filthy
pirate.”
Maybe he stole bread? Or raped a poor girl? Or maybe got caught being a pirate?
Hook smiled, his moustache lifting as he grinned down at her and stole a kiss
to her forehead “Maybe princess...maybe.”
The pirate captain stood up and kicked off his boots and began to unbutton his
trousers. The princess gasped appalled by his behaviour in front of a lady
"Sir, please!" She quickly looked away.
He laughed and stopped what he was doing. His hand forced her head back to him,
but her eyes remained glued away from him "Look at me, Emily. You're going to
be seeing me every day until we arrive in London for your ransom. It is not
wrong to see a man unclothed. After all! I assume you were making your way to
be married?" he spoke to her, gently, reassuring. She couldn't help but look
back.
"I was meeting my fiancée yes, but we will be married with another two months,"
she realised as the words escaped her own mouth that they sounded like she was
absolutely dreading it. Which she some what was.
"You don't sound very excited," he continued unbuttoning his pants. "Arranged
marriage?"
The princess held strength and looked only to his face, but had a curiosity and
desire to glance at every undoing button. "Yes. Of course. Are there any other
kinds?"
"You could always marry for love."
"Unfortunately being born into a royal family doesn't afford a woman the luxury
of such things. It's my duty to marry who—"
"Your parents have forced you into a loveless engagement, it has nothing to do
with duty. They’re forcing you into something they were forced into. They fed
you bullshit Emily."
"How dare you!?" Amelia irked in disgust and anger by his rudeness and foul
language. “My parents love each other very much!”
Hook jokingly rolled his eyes and commented “I bet they only talk over meals
and have seperate bedrooms.” Which surprisingly was true...after the death of
her two baby brothers and her mothers’ miscarriage...things were cold between
her parents.
Without warning, his member sprung free from his trousers. With virginal
curiosity the princess awed and then shut her eyes feeling embarrassed she even
looked. She felt him reach across and put his hand on hers. she breathed in
heavily as he said softly, "It is alright to look, Princess. I won't tell.
Shhh” he hushed like it was a secret “What happens between you and me is our
secret and doesn't leave this cabin."
Amelia slowly opened her eyes and looked. It was not what had expected. She’d
seen images in medical books from the library, but his wasn’t covered in hair
and it was a lot larger than the paintings of the Gods members on the walls and
roofs. "Do they all look like that?" She squealed innocently like a little
child she once was.
He chuckled a bit, "No, Princess. We are all quite different. And...it's not
always standing at full mast. That happens when a man finds himself aroused.
I'm told that I'm well-endowed. From what I've seen amongst the men, I consider
myself fortunate."
Amelia actually laughed at the joke and felt his hand wrap tighter around hers
before he let go and walked naked to the fire to put on more wood. Did he just
tell me he's aroused? He then crossed around the room and lit a few a candles.
She hadn't even realised that it was pitch black outside as the rain hit
against the glass. He turned and said, "You can't possibly be comfortable in
that corset, petticoat and gown."
"I have nightgowns in my trunk, but it seems indecent—" She started.
"Princess, I'm naked. And we're sharing a bedroom. I respect your wishes, but
you're on a pirate ship in the middle of the sea. Decency is not a requirement
here and I wish you would allow yourself a bit more freedom to be comfortable."
His words lay tricks Amelia felt unsafe with them. She bit the inside of her
cheeks and huffed. "Fine. Help me with this?" I climbed out of the bed and
turned so that he could unbutton her lower layer dress. This is what Ladies-in-
Waiting are for, but since I have none...
He gently pushed her auburn hair aside and began to slowly unbutton her gown.
As she felt his hands reach her lower back, he took a deep breath and his hands
moved to her shoulders, pushing the gown away to the sides.
It slid down to the floor, the ruffles pooling around her ankles, leaving her
more exposed to a man than She had ever been in just a petticoat and corset.
She wasn't even wearing anything under the petticoat! It was too hot to be
wearing pantaloons!
She shuddered anxious anticipation of his removal of the rest of it. His warm
hand traced down her soft back as he yanked hard at the corset strings, causing
her to gasp and grab the edge of the bed from in front of her. His hand
couldn’t hook her strings out and so it took time for him to unstring her back.
He continued pulling the strings until the corset was able to be lifted free,
exposing her held down breasts. Never before had a man even seen her naked pale
chest, nor her dusty rose nipples. Along with her corset he pushed down her
petticoat finally. Her little round arse was on full display.
She tightly closed her eyes. It felt so liberated but so horrifying, all at the
same time. It felt amazing to be looked at and to be free from the constraints
of her everyday dutiful, Royal life.
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you for any comments, kudos and just reading ‘Hooks &
     Hairpins’. I apologise for any grammatical mistakes. I try and edit
     as best as I can. I hope you all have a lovely day! And imagine James
     crawling into your bed tonight >;D And never forget! Faith, trust and
     a little bit of smutty dust can make you fly in the bedroom.
***** A Kiss Goodnight *****
Chapter Summary
     Amelia shares her first Kiss with a sea dog called Captain
     Hook....And gets a little horny....but no smut yet sorry!
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"Turn around," he ordered, his voice less gentle and more authoritative.
Without even thinking, the princess Amelia did as she was told, her little
hands sliding down to cover her honey pot and her long hair covering her young
developing breasts. His gaze was heavy on her body. She depicted the perfect
Aphrodite to him. Almost like she had walked out a painting. He purred into her
ear as he lifted her hair away and smoothed her cheek with his palm. "Remove
your hands. Let me look at you." The princess was about to lift her palms away
from her delicate flower but quickly hesitated. "Do as I say, or there will be
consequences," he threatened.
Amelia’s eyes furrowed "But you said—" She started to argue.
"Ah, but I said nothing would happen that you didn't want to. You want this
just as much as I do, Princess. And...I can smell your scent," his voice
softened for a moment. "Now. Remove them."
Amelia’s eyes widened. Smell her!? He could smell what! She didn’t
stink...but...oh my...he could smell that? Her cheeks blushed as her hands fell
to her sides, her thighs were shiny from her drooling arousal.
She looked down and clamped her blue eyes shut. Almost immediately she felt his
strong hand on her little chin, lifting her eyes to his as he declared, "There
is no shame here. You are of beauty in form and brave of heart. Truly. You are
the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, Your Highness. You're...perfect." He
opened his palm and cupped her cheek as Amelia gazed into his eyes. He wrapped
the other around her tightened waist, letting his deformity rest at the small
of her back as he pulled her to him and his lips fell on her.
The princess took a deep breath and squeaked. They were soft and warm and
tasted of the sea. She let him part her red lips with his silver tongue, as he
gently penetrated her wanting mouth. This was all foreign to the princess.
Never had she’d experienced such touches, never before had she been kissed,
never before desired someone so wantonly. A strong current was spinning her
round and round, like it was lifting her and sweeping her away. Amelia hummed
as she felt drunk with passion, addicted. She craved all she could gain. She
needed her fill of this man or else she feared she’d die!

Her hands still by her sides shook in grief. She wanted NO needed to touch him
and feel her kidnapper. She didn’t care for proper etiquette, she just wanted
to drown in his lust. Her hands lifted up and placed themselves onto Hooks
chest, moving up to claw at his shoulders and wrap behind his neck. Her
fingertips twirled into his raven mane.
He grunted and growled at her movement and suddenly between them
an ache was building, unfamiliar and throbbing, like a fire building down
inside...deep down. Amelia had never felt this before, but hook had a thousand
times before. The princess so innocent didn’t know what it meant. All she knew
was that a man and a woman got aroused and connected each other in the bed and
somehow after they part it results in conceiving a baby. But it has been
written as pleasurable which is why there is a thing call whorehouses.
As if he could sense it, Hook pulled away, smiled, looking deeply into her eyes
and said, "We have to stop, Your Highness." The princess was confused. I
thought you wanted me.
"But —" Amelia started to argue again.
"It's your first night on board. And you've been through a lot today. That was
your first kiss, wasn't it my little Emily?"
"Yes," She lowered her head again in shame.

"Trust me, Princess," his strong hand was back at her cheek and chin, lifting
her head. "I want to ravage you. I want to take you to places you didn't know
existed. I want to do things to you that nobody speaks of. But...I want you to
give it a few days at least to be absolutely sure that you want it too. Because
once we start down that road, there's no going back. Understood?"
Little tears prickled her eyes and dropped down her cheeks, "Yes, Captain."
Hook smiled sadly and when and opened one of her luggage bags. He quickly found
her night shift and pulled it over her head. Her arms came up through the arm
hold and Hook kissed her wet cheeks after hearing her sniffle.
He reached around the girl and pulled open the blankets. He tapped her bottom
cheekily, "Into bed with you, Little one." She climbed in and quickly pulled
the blanket over her body, embarrassed that she allowed herself so out of
control with the man, the stranger, the deadly PIRATE. He walked around and
blew out most of the candles in the cabin. Little Amelia, princess of Britain
could still make out his naked form as he climbed into the bed next to her.
He turned and touched her under the covers. His hand and stub wrapped her up
and pulled her into his warm naked body. He kissed her cheek and leaned into
her ear. "Your Highness?" he whispered softly. His hand coming up to cup the
back of her head.
"Yes, Captain?" The little lamb whimpered as she sniffles and wiped her eyes in
the darkness.
"Please don't cry. We stopped not because I wanted to, but because I wanted for
you. However, I would be greatly honoured if you would let me hold you while
you sleep."
Without a word, She nodded and lifted a hand to his chest and rested her head
there. His stubbed arm curled around her back and rubbed it into her slowly
until she fell asleep.
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you for any comments, kudos and just reading ‘Hooks &
     Hairpins’. I apologise for any grammatical mistakes. I try and edit
     as best as I can. I hope you all have a lovely day! And imagine James
     crawling into your bed tonight >;D And never forget! Faith, trust and
     a little bit of smutty dust can make you fly in the bedroom.
***** The Forbidden Fruit *****
Chapter Summary
     Amelia explores the world hidden from her royal eyes. She discovers a
     secret her dear captain has kept from her...;D
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
It had been almost a week since her trade and submission to go with the
pirates. It was captivity but now she realised it wasn’t kidnaping. But now
she’d seen things that made her bones wiggle and her heart thump. She’d been
taken through the heavy storm of the Bermuda Triangle and just as her captain
claimed, they were by an island called Neverland by the morning light. For a
week they had rowed in and made port at a little town by the banks of Skull
Cave. Since with in this cave and onwards was a township.
Hook told her this was the place of his birth and raising. Amelia found herself
wanting to explore, she was always forbidden to go to London or anywhere by
herself. Hook was very the same with those rules. He hadn’t kissed her mouth
ever since he first did it. He was a pirate but a gentlemen towards her. Every
night they’d curl into the covers holding each other and he would kiss her
forehead. But that was the most intimate they would get. Little princess Amelia
craved more! It was also surprising that she got to know more and more about
him. She discovered Hook enjoyed her little music box in her personal chest.
She caught him listening to it, he watched a twirling fairy spin as the music
played over and over. After that day she heard him playing the tune on his
grand piano.
It would seem a ruthless villain enjoyed playing a beautiful tune.
Hook promised to take her around the markets and trade posts. But still she’d
been cooped up on ‘The Jolly Rodger’ since they’d arrived. Smee was much kinder
towards her also along with the rest of the crew. They knew not to touch her.
Smee was polite and completely a different man to when they first met. He was
sweet and made cute jokes and was usually helpful when she felt the need to
confess sins or gossip. Smee was once a monk on Neverland he’d admitted, but
after the Native attack, he was the only brother alive. He chose to abandon his
robe and joined the young Prince and Captain....but when that incident
happened, he pledge alliance to only Hook.
Smee was trustful and a little dopey but he could keep her secrets safe. She
told him about her and Hooks first night, she told him about her desires and
how they embarrassed her. Smee didn’t mind, he would tell her to just let her
heart be true. But she repeated to him that she didn’t love Hook. Which was
true. Love? Bah! That was nonsense. She enjoyed Hooks touch and pitied him, but
she didn’t love him for lords sake!
It was the late afternoon Amelia was standing alone on the top deck staring out
at the ocean as the sun set. Pink, purple and orange hues painted the sky like
the canvases, she had been lucky to see in the palace back home. She discovered
herself thinking of Hook again. She had thought of nothing but him since that
first night on board. The thought of him, his kisses and sweet words. She
blushed to herself. Of all things. She remembered his commanding voice, of him
scolding her and hooking his metal hand into her dress and telling her of how
women begged him, it didn’t really surprise her now. She would beg, but she
knew better than to grovel to a dirty pirate.

Amelia turned away from the setting sun to make her way back to the bed in
Hooks cabin. She was tired and she needed to lie down. As she climbed the
stairs to the Captain's cabin, She noticed a gleaming light and looked up to
the helm to find James Hook moving his hook gleaming in the suns light as he
looked at her with a frown. She stopped and paused. His frown turned to a smirk
and shocked Amelia that they made eye contact forcing her to blush and hurry
indoors to slam the door behind her.
 

It's like he knew! She paced around the room. Round and round. Finally, unable
to catch her breath, how could he know!? It’s not like he could read minds,
could he?!
Amelia stopped and sat on the floor with a thump. Below her was a strange
noise, it was odd and Amelia brightened to the discovery. Her knuckles tapped
the floor in different places and the sound became lighter under her feet. The
princess noticed the sound got lighter and more delicate under the bed. She
wanted to know why. She pulled the rug carpet aside and discovered a little
latch door under the captain’s bed. Maybe that’s where he kept all his precious
loot!
The princess was not petty enough to steal, but was curious of his treasures
and booty he’d collected. It was hard for her to push the enormously heavy bed,
but she managed and soon was able to open the door completely wide. She saw a
stair case like latter lead down the other compartment. Swiftly trapping a
candle stick she followed down the steps. Her highness was scared but intrigued
at her exploration. She lifted the hem of her light blue gown so as not to trip
and tumble. As a side note her beloved Hook had let her not wear bulky corsets
and waist cages. She felt it was freeing and so Hook let her do as she please
since it please him.
When she reached the bottom of the little stair case, she found herself to in a
very dark and dusty place. She paced around, the candle lighting small portions
as the princess moved. She noticed the room to be very similar to above, except
there wasn’t a giant window and there was no door except for the hatch lid
above. The bed was in the centre of the room. Amelia gasped at the walls filled
with strange unusual objects. Opposite from her was a wall with a wooden cross
and near it a table littered with more familiar objects. Whips, chains, ropes,
leather straps, spike looking wheels, the list went on and on...but... She
recognised some of them...at least in some form...as torture devices she had
read about in her history studies.
The princess shuddered and regretted it all. Finding this place,
Coming down here, trusting in those pirates, leaving home willingly, falling
for Captain James bloody Hook! She gasped to herself. Her hand came up to her
mouth as tears of fear and shock spilled from the, "It's a torture room.” She
dropped her candle and the light went out...but her shadow remained on the
wall. Another candle behind her was alight.
"No. I assure you. Torture is not what happens in this room," Hook's deep voice
scared Amelia to death. She turned around quickly and tripped on her skirt. Her
body fell onto the large comfy bed. Hook held his own candle stick, his hook
scratching at his stubble.
Amelia climbed off the bed opposite to Hook and angrily argued "But...these are
for..."
Hook rolled his eyes and sighed obnoxiously loudly. He shook his head and
started to light the other candles in the room. As each one came to life he
cooed to her dreamily like he usually did "It's hard to explain, your Highness,
but, for some, pain and pleasure are inseparable and make great bedfellows."
The naive princess confusedly shook her head and continued to move away from
him when ever he made any close movement "I'm afraid I don't understand."
"I can show you, but..." James stopped and looked around, seemingly lost in his
thoughts. "You would have to give me your absolute trust....your virtue....your
freedom to some extent."
"Pardon!?" Amelia made a loud hog snort noise. She had no understanding of
where he was going with all of this. The captain held up his hook to the light
and the candle made his face seem maliciously vile. His moustache curled,
shaped his unsteady smile.
"Princess, please," he stepped towards her frightened self, backing the little
royal princess into the wooden cross against the wall. "I've been extensionally
patient with you. I have wanted and desired you. I have yearned for your sweet
pearl skin to mould and fold into my dirt. I have wanted to mark you.”
Amelia was fearing the worst. Her Bonny captain wanted to hurt her?! Her
beating heart felt like fabric being ripped apart from his hook. She was
trapped. His threatening hand replacement was right beside her ear as he leaned
down. She gave a look of horror, her heart faltered at the sight of his eyes.
The flames reflection was like a demonic mirror to hell. The princess feared
his actions and words.
“To make you mine, here there are tastes of pleasures. An infinite place of new
releases of the mind. A place which man and woman make life a whole new world.
I could show you things you’d never experienced princess, but you’d have to
submit, you’d have to give me your virgin blood Emily.”
The princess was terrified. It became so silent in the room she could hear her
own blood pump through her ears. Her blue diamonds sparkled with fear-filled
tears. A fire boiled in her tummy just as it did when he first scolded her
about women. She wanted his sinful lips against hers, she wanted to drown in
his evil and possessive desires. She realised she wasn’t afraid of Hook...she
was afraid that she wanted to submit, she was afraid, because she knew she
would...

Her little voice surrendered to a whine "J-James... I'm to be married..."
Sweet melodies of all the sirens, his name on her lips was a symphony of
angels. He wanted to hear her say it again! Her engagement got in the way
however. And so the captain decided to lay down the truth.
Hook moved away and placed his candle aside. The captain sat on the bed and
removed his hook to seem less violent. He spoke softly with a stern attitude.
“Emily, once you go back home, your family and fiancée and almost everyone will
think you impure anyway. It wouldn’t matter if they called a physician to check
if you were intact...they’d think you no less of a whore.”
The princess bit her lip and whimpered. She understood that he was right. They
would all believe her to have been defiled by all the pirates. No man would
think about asking for hand again. True Amelia didn’t want to get married so
soon...however she wanted to have children and live happily with a Duke by a
castle beach.
“Yes, I know that would be my fate... but I couldn’t allow you to just-“
"It's hard to explain, your Highness. Just know that when we are alone in a
certain way, you would have to belong to me. Submit to my authority. You would
have to trust that I wouldn’t hurt you.”
The princess shook her head in disbelief of his requests “And how do I know you
won’t!?”
Hooks eyes widened. He was hurt that she would assume such things, although he
was a pirate and he knew it. He touched his stub and rubbed it deciding to use
simple words. “Because I do not hurt the people I love.”
Amelia almost fainted. She couldn’t believe it...”You love me?”
“Aye Princess, I do indeed.” He stood from the bed and stepped towards her.
This time Amelia came closer to him and then they both connected their lips.
They kissed and held each other close.
Amelia began to walk forward and pushed Hook to the bed. “James uh!” She
moaned. Their hands encircled one another like snakes slithering their bodies.
Each one discovering new parts untouched. Her captain ripped off his coat and
tore off his shirt. His naked chest slightly haired was bared to her. His feet
kicking off his boots and scratched his toes out.
Launching for his body, Amelia peppered little kisses on his chest. Each one
like first searing onto his skin like little brands. Hook hissed and grunted as
his body accepted into its arousal. The shy princess was now bathing in her
hidden lust for her sailor bold.
Her lips trailed down to his stomach were the line of hair led to his pants.
Her little fingers unbuttoned his trousers, but before she could wildly pull
them down, Hook yanked her up by his hand. She sat in his lap panting in need.
He brushed her hair out off her face and kissed her lips softly, bring their
pace back to slow and gentle.
His lips made their way to her ear where he chewed it teasingly. His hand
started to undress her. With her help it was much easier. One by one, her
skirts fell and her dress unwrapped to expose her body. When she went to take
off her stockings hook shook his head and stopped her “leave them on Emily.”
Her body bare except for her stockings was not humiliating to the little royal.
Instead the princess felt happier when she was like this with him. Her breasts
pushed up to his hairy chest. Her legs over his lap and her fanny accidentally
sitting on his erection. It felt good.
Hooks hand wrapped around her and he dived his face into her chest to lick and
suck and bite. Amelia squealed in delight and ticklishness. She felt his
moustache turn up when her smiled into her skin. He took a long hard smell into
her and sighed pleasantly. His nub rubbed her arm and she smiled. She didn’t
care about his loss, he was a perfect man with imperfections. She loved
him...now she admitted it.
“James? Dear?” She cooed and brushed his long black hair through her
fingertips. Her captain hummed and his golden dark eyes flickered up.
“I love you too.” His mouth captured hers before she even finished. Hook laid
them down and started to yank down his pants.
His cock flew out and it was but déjà vu to the poor princess. He saw her worry
and shook his head. His hand cupped her cheek. “Climb aboard princess.” Which
erupted many sweet giggles.
The sixteen year old girl kissed him and climbed on his lap. He align his cock
and looked at her blue eyes “sit on me Emily, slowly.”
And as she did, her body stretched. Amelia’s body shook from the amount of him
she took in. And felt an awful squeezing tear that caused her to tear up. Her
pirate captain hushed her and guided her patiently until she fully took him in.
Her body felt oddly filled and she couldn’t move for a bit.
It seemed like hours before they rocked together, each one moving in sync until
finally each one claimed their climaxes.
The princess cried and screamed and sobbed happily into Jame’s arms. His
fingers brushing and scratching her scalp until she fell asleep sucking her
thumb sweetly.
The captain however stayed awake and looked to the ceiling of the bed and
regretted his choices. He should’ve thrown her out and taken her back to
London. He was trapped in his love for her and he feared that once she found
out the truth..they would never be, alas in the end they never could
anyway...that was just Hooks fault.
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you for any comments, kudos and just reading ‘Hooks &
     Hairpins’. I apologise for any grammatical mistakes. I try and edit
     as best as I can. I hope you all have a lovely day! And imagine James
     crawling into your bed tonight >;D And never forget! Faith, trust and
     a little bit of smutty dust can make you fly in the bedroom.
***** What A Wonderful World *****
Chapter Summary
     James is a softy♥️ He loves to show his little Emily the wonders of
     the world.
Amelia woke to the pressure of someone pushing her and whispering her name. Her
opal eyes delicately fluttered opened to a dark room and the sound of Hooks
voice.
“James?” She groaned. If Agatha could see her now, she would be horrified. She
did miss her governess and nurse maid, but she was very happy here in a nice
warm bed. That is until Hook got out of it.
“Get up little one, I want to show you something.” He hummed and kissed her
cheek and neck to help her wake up. Amelia grunted and fussed, she was enjoying
her sleep in his arms. And oddly her thumb was wet. Had she been sucking it!?
When Amelia sat up on the bed rubbing her eyes she saw Hook was already fully
dressed. He had done it whilst she rested. Hanging on his Hook was a dressing
gown. She slipped the white fabric over her head and body, slipping off the bed
she yawned. When she stood up, instantaneously she fell to the floor. Her legs
weak she shyly smiled to Hook. Her hands reached up for him.
“I cannot walk.” Amelia peeped.
She was almost needy as it were. Like a baby yearning for a mothers attention.
Normal men would probably scoff and storm off. But James felt her need
intensify his ego. He smiled and slipped off his coat. Wrapping her up in the
red warmth he lifted her body up to. Her hands wrapped around his neck and her
head lauded to his chest.
He smiled and kissed her forehead. Walking up the stairs of the hidden room and
carrying her through this bedroom, he took her outside onto the deck. Amelia
had no idea why Hook was so excited to go outside so early in the morning. The
sky was still dark and the stars still winking. But when hook carried her
towards the edge of the railing the princess could see what made him so
enthusiastic in interrupting her rest.
The light came slowly up, creeping out of the waters, it was like the sky had
exploded, the colours twirled and danced. It was like her brothers’ story about
the northern lights. Rainbows spewing from the sunlight’s strands and the stars
all sparkling the colours everywhere like mirrors. It was the first time Amelia
saw something so astronomical.
“Look my dear, the water.” The pirate laughed at her surprised face, she was
beautiful when she learnt of discovered new things and ideas.
Amelia took a look over the side of the ships railing and witnessed the silky
soft and elegant motions in the water. Large fishes that seemed to become more
distorted closer to the surface. One jumped out proudly through the waves and
that is when the princess Amelia understood they weren’t large fishes. They
were mermaids. They jumped out the water and almost seemed to fly through the
air as they tried to catch the changing colour lights.
“They’re mermaids!” The royal exclaimed loudly in excitement of the
entertaining show. Her beloved care taker however shook his head and tsked his
tongue. “Nah sweet princess, They’re sirens. They look beautiful now but when
they savagely devour you, you’ll find them not so pretty.”
Shuddering at the thought of these beings so gorgeous yet secretly merciless,
Amelia still was enchanted by their movements and tails. After the sun had
risen to its full, Amelia noticed the colours fading into just the sky blue and
yellow sun. The princess nuzzled into her pirates chest hearing his heart
flutter against her ear. “Why did you show me something so wonderful and not
tell me that it would disappear?.”
“Did you enjoy it? Your majesty?” James hummed.
“I did and it’s a darn shame it stopped,” She mournfully sighed and the. Smiled
into his breast “my father is called his majesty because he is a king, you are
to address a princess as her highness.”
Her little lecture was a given moment just for her captain that spitefully
replied, “But my sweet little Emily, you’re the Queen of all to me!” He thus
threw her into the air and catches the awoken princess’. She hit his arm and
clutched to him when he made a threat to drop her into the water overboard.
The girl giggled and Hook laughed at their childish antics. James swooped down
in his arms and kissed the young girl. Her eyes did not close and as their
tongues wrapped and suckled, her blue diamonds studied his face. But to his far
cheek was a little crowd. Smee and the crewsmen were soft hearted ever since
the presence of a woman. They all were like her ladies in waiting ooing’ and
ahhing’ at the captain kissing her. Smee was smiling so proudly at the sight.
And he even gave Amelia a ‘I told you so’ look.
The gleaming of their smiles almost seemed romantically sickling. She parted
away and giggled at James’ dismayed face. “I believe we have an audience my
captain.”
When the leader of the crew saw what he saw he growled and yelled at them “back
to work! It’s not like you haven’t seen a man kissing a blood woman!”
The men groaned and Smee started clapping down the deck towards the two. Smee
was informing her about the pirates ways a while back and told her that Hook
was one of the pirate lords. It’s odd that criminals could have like
aristocratic titles. James had been voted in and known as the highest lord,
which meant he was a king.
Amelia used her finger to curl into his moustache. She hummed and Kaye’s her
eyes thickly to his lips. “I hear you’re known as the pirate king? So am I a
pirate queen if may be?”
Hooks eyebrows creased. His eyes shut and he sighed “Princess I believe it is
time to-“
But before James could finish, Smee was running towards them and called out
“Cap’n! Cap’n! I must speak with the princess!”
He came to them puffing and panting on his knees. He smiled and lifted his
glasses to his eyes, he looked to the captain and quickly stood on his toes to
whisper something into his ear. James’ face changed from a annoyed frown into a
enlightened grin filled with mischief. Smee wanders off below the decks after
bidding the two a “good morning.”
The captain stood up straight and settled Amelia to her feet on the cold deck,
her body still weak, her captain held her balance steady.
“Would her ladyship care to join this scurvy pirate in a stroll amongst the
market place? Any purchases made on my behalf of course.”
Nodding her head Rigourously, the princess replied “Yes please, James.”
 
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