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bluehairedtracii · 4 years

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Hooks and Coins|| Harry Hook x Reader Soulmate AU!

Requested: by @lemonypink

Warnings: Harry being cute

Pairings: Harry Hook x Swann-Turner! Reader

Author's note: Oh my gosh this took so long! I’m literally so sorry! My motivation for writing has been a little iffy lately. Buuutt I’ve also been binging Criminal Minds soo it kinda gave me a creative push to start writing again. (Spencer Reid fics comin in the future) Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this fic as I get back into writing again.

P.S. Melody is Melody from the second little mermaid movie, and I know she's kinda not mentioned again in the fic but just know that this is y/n’s best friend and that’s who she is lmao. I also thought the Coin would fit well in here because of the movies just sshhhh. Enjoy!!!!

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"it's soon! I swear!" The night of your 16th birthday, the day your life would change.

The day you get your soulmate tattoo.

"Are you sure??" Melody whines. "I'm positive! Look, it's not even 12:00 on the dot yet- ONE MORE MINUTE!" You look back from the phone on your lap to your right wrist.

"It's twellveeee." Melody cooed.

"Please please please..." You muttered still hopeful.

Then it hit, well stung. "Ow, ow, I feel it!"

"Let me see!" Melody basically climbed on top of you and saw it before you could. She gasped "oh my gosh y/n..." "What? What is it?" You tried to pull back your wrist to see, but Melody kept it steady.

"Y/n, as your best friend, I have to warn you as to what you're about to see...."

"C'mon Mells, it can be that bad." You sighed and tried to pull away from her.

"You have to PROMISE Me that you won't freak out?"

Annoyed, you sighed and smiled "I promise." "Okay.." she released your hand. You rubbed your wrist and looked at the small tattoo, "A Hook?" "Not just any hook... Penny told me about this." "This is the same hook as the famous Captain Hook himself! It must be his son!"

"Captain? So my soulmate is a Pirate? Like Dad and Mom?" Melody nods almost worried.

"Awesome."

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"It's late Harry, your sister is gonna kill us if we get caught and wake your dad." Gill rubbed his eyes as he walked towards the galley of the ship.

"I know, but this is where the best lighting is...in a few minutes, I'll get me soulmate...well uh, tattoo I mean." He whispered and unlocked the door, cursing at the squeaky floors.

Harry turned on the lamp nestled on his father's desk. The room lit up illuminating the maps that his father and oldest sister had drawn up while sailing the open seas. He dreamed of nothing more than doing that, sailing and hailing a crew of his own, but for now, he follows Uma’s orders.

“One more minute Harry.” Gill whispered looking at the tickless clock on the desk.

“Aye, ow! fff-!” Harry cupped his hand and flipped it to see his wrist, he bit back the pain as he saw the black ink form on his wrist. He’d been confused and tried to make it out as it formed. “Bloody hell, this sure is detailed in’it?” Gill loomed over Harry's shoulder, wondering what it was himself, Gill was sure he wasn't ready for his soulmate yet if he had to endure this much pain.

Harry closed his eyes and exhaled as the pain stopped.

He opened his eyes to see the grim Aztec Coin staring back at him.

“Holy shi-” “Gil do you know what this means?!” “She’s spooky?” “No GIl, you git, She’s a pirate! and she’s a Turner...” He says in awe as he smiles down at his wrist.

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A few months later both of you seemed to forget. The events of your daily lives getting in the way. You’re training to go off on a sailing trip with your dad for a few months, and Harry is… currently Helping Uma get revenge on Mal by kidnapping Ben.

But.. you were unaware of this. Obviously.

Lonnie and you were fencing/sword fighting in the school’s courtyard (for fun) when you saw the boys rushing into the limo. You both caught up to them and questioned them immediately.

“What’s going on here Jay?” Lonnie snickered full well knowing what’s happening because she overheard it earlier passing their room. “We.. uh..” “we’re going with you..” Lonnie cut the pair off. And this is how you went to the Isle of the Lost for the first time.

They had told you the plan but left out the part about who they were going to have to deal with if the plan went south. You were nowhere near nervous. All those times you’d trained with Lonnie and your parents at the shop basically were all for this moment. Your pirate self was ready.

Mal handed over the wand and you cringed a bit. “She’s gonna know it's fake…” you turned to Lonnie and whispered. “Shh I know, get ready..” you prepped your sword and placed one hand on your lapel while the other was free to toss the swords.

That’s when everything went south. You and Lonnie sprung into action and helped the others. The sounds of metal clashing mixed with the creaking of the ship and the salty sea air made you happy, it filled you with adrenaline. It felt like you were at home.

2 people fighting you at once, then three, then none, one by one you tossed them overboard.

You were caught in the crossfire between Carlos and some other goons so you ducked under them and sprung onto your feet right into someone else's back.

You both turned to each other, swords ready, you saw him and you felt that burning in your body. The one that your friends always said happened when you met your soulmate… “Ow!” “Oi!!” Harry lurched back and held his hand. And so did you.

“You…” he pointed at you “are you…?” you held up your hand and showed your tattoo. He gasped and smiled “I knew I’d see you one day..” you said in awe. You heard Uma yell for Harry and his smile faltered into a smirk.

“Sorry lass, no ‘ard feelings right?” “Obviously.” You struck your sword first and your swords clashed with each other. “I knew you were good Turner, but not this good.” he laughed as you both turned a corner of the ship. “Thanks! Maybe I can teach you sometime Hook, You seem a bit rusty!” “Oi! My ‘eart Lass.. that one hurt!”

You snickered and he had caught you by a wood post “awe, our first dance is over now?” your eyes sparkled. He smirked ”Aye if this were different, i’d very much like to get to know you lassy…” he got closer almost closing the gap in between you two. And his lips brushed yours before you heard Mal and Lonnie yell that it’s time to go. You smiled “sorry Luv, it’s time for me to go!” you kiss his cheek and push him away into a hole that’s in the ship. “Oi! That’s not fair!”

You were the last one to leave and thought of an idea, you caught up with them and helped Mal to kick off the ramp back to the car. “Find me!” You blew a kiss to Harry and smiled, and so did he. on the inside, of course, he had to be “mad” for Uma’s sake. But right now he was anything but. He just met his Soulmate and she was everything he dreamed of.

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Almost a year had passed when you had first met Harry. And you constantly think about him every day and so does he.

He sat at the bow of the ship looking out to the ocean thinking about you. It’s all that he’s been thinking about actually. He’s waiting for the day you can be with each other and in each other's arms. You literally took his breath away, because you kicked him, but he was entranced by your skills and beauty. He dreams about learning with you, meeting your folks, owning a ship, and most importantly.. Sailing away with you to see the world. He was stuck here.

Though he didn't know that you had convinced Ben (it took a lot of convincing) to let Harry over onto the isle for a while. Your boating trip with your dad had gone so well that you also convinced your dad to let you go alone this time. Your parents knew how a forbidden love felt more than anyone else. The love between the two of them, a humble blacksmith that was the son of a pirate and the daughter of a wealthy governor who found that boy so long ago. They were never supposed to be together in society's standards, but their love was the strongest bond. They granted their blessing to you, they knew you'd be safe. You’re a strong pirate and they want to see you the happiest you can be.

You smiled and looked out the window of the limo as it crossed the bridge. Mal and Evie both came with you so they could help you find him and tell him the news. You guys slip onto the docks while Mal and Evie keep guard on the limo and watch you just in case you need back up. “Ursulas…” you smile and cross through the swinging doors, you found him and you felt the burning feeling in your body again. So did he. “OI!” he dropped the basket of chips he was holding and growled at the mess he made. He was fuming until he locked eyes with you. “My princess has come back to me?” he smiled and walked towards you completely forgetting about the fries as he kicked them to the side. “Hey Hook.” you smiled and felt his hand on your face but he backed away. “Woah Turner you ain't gonna kick me ‘gain right?” “no.” you laughed and you both hugged each other.

He took the two of you outside “what are ye doin here luv? I mean, you don’ ‘ave to make any excuses to see me, but you came all the way from the other side.” he laughed and pushed back a strand of stray hair behind your ear. You blushed and held one of his hands, but unknowingly played with one of the rings on said hand. He bit his lip smiling at your nervousness. “U-Uhm.” you were surprised by the nerves in your voice, you were never this nervous before. This boy is going to wreck you. “It took major convincing, but I finally convinced my family and Ben to let you come to Auradon with me for a three-month sailing trip…” you smiled and looked at him. His eyes lit up and he lifted you off the ground and spun you around. “Are ye serious?! Of course I'd go with you!” “Great! We leave…” you check your watch on your left arm. “ In 30 minutes!” “Aye! I need to pack!” you laughed.

he backed you into the wall. You smirked, “oi, I've been trying to do this ever since the first time we met.” He closed the gap between you two and the feeling of his soft pillowy lips on yours brought you comfort and warmness. You kissed back and ran your fingers through his dark locks as he tightened his grip around your waist. You never wanted this to end. “25 minutes!” You heard the girls yell and you pulled away and laughed. “I've finally found my Turner..” “And I’ve finally found my Hook..”

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thorne93 · 7 years

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Fox the Fox (Part 1)

Prompt: Reader starts her job at the BAU, but her young associate and her have a chemistry they can’t deny; but will the fates let them be together?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: language

Word Count: 2665

Note: First whack at a dedicated Criminal Minds fic. A huge thanks to my beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes I couldn’t have done this without her. Thank you all for reading!!

Song: Lost on you - LP

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Today is your first day. First day of a very intimidating job. But it was your dream job. Working to keep the worst of the worst off the street. Not the random muggers, idiot robbers, sad cases of vengeful murders. Those were all terrible, but you were now a profiler for the F.B.I in the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Nerves were electrifying every atom of your body but you tried to steady them, remembering that Quantico wasn’t a cakewalk - but that was good, it meant you were ready for this career. It meant that you could do this.

Taking a deep breath you walked into the office after going through clearance and found a familiar face.

“Mr. Gideon! Hi!” you said strutting forward and holding out your hand.

“Ms. Y/L/N, so nice to see you again. Please, just Gideon will do. Let me show you to your desk.”

Gideon showed you to your desk across from a young man, well, extremely young for this work - but who were you to talk? You were a spring chicken yourself.

“Y/L/N, this is Dr. Spencer Reid, over there is Derek Morgan, that’s Emily Prentiss, and the rest of the team is around here somewhere. Get settled in. Dial this number for Penelope Garcia, she’ll help you get into all the systems.”

“Thank you,” you said politely as you put your folders and books down on the plain desk. This really needs some me touch, you thought to yourself.

You sat down and noticed Dr. Reid staring at you, you couldn’t help but blush. He was cute in the unorthodox sort of way. Reserved, quiet, but by no means insecure. You couldn’t help the way your eyes trailed him, picking up every bit of evidence to build a profile on him. His clothing suggested he didn’t care about fashion, which meant he spent his mornings doing something else - he either never slept well or long and threw on whatever looked decent or he spent it doing some sort of academic task, certainly not jogging or working out. His stare was jarring, yet you remembered where you were and realized he was probably doing the same thing to you.

“Welcome to the team,” he finally said, extending his hand over the cubicle. You took his hand hand smiled warmly.

“Thank you, Dr. Reid.”

He smiled back at you but then returned to his work. The others nodded to you but seemed busy so they all went back to work as you got set up in your computer.

Suddenly, a blonde girl walked through the office area with a few folders and said, “Round table room, now, please. New case.”

Taking a deep breath, you stood and followed your team into the room and took a seat at the table, next to Dr. Reid.

“Atlanta, Georgia. Three victims with carvings in their chest,” she informed seriously as Gideon closed the door behind himself and the blonde girl used a remote to slide through crime scene photos.

“Anybody recognize these words?” Morgan questioned, his eyes scanning the room as he leaned back in his chair.

Simultaneously, you and Dr. Reid informed, “They’re Aramaic.”

Smiling slightly to yourself, you gestured to Dr. Reid. “My apologies, please continue.”

He narrowed his eyes at you for the fraction of a second but then dismissed it, going on to state what you already know about the words and what they meant. It meant, “He who shall be free, is a slave.”

You spent about fifteen minutes throwing around what sort of person it was you were trying to catch. From what you could tell, they were a narcissist. They wanted their work seen. They had a flair for the dramatic, making their calling card their victims, their ink and pad, their blood and skin. Knowing Aramaic they could be a professor or part of a Jewish community or theology student. The victims aren’t close to a college though. And by the look of the way the unsub wrote it, they had time to perfect it. It wasn’t scratched in quickly. They must know their schedules, so they have time to sit and watch someone’s routine, because the attacks happened during the day. The victims were two men and one female - so they didn’t have an agenda regarding sexual crimes, according to Emily. This killer wasn’t choosy as far as that went.

Morgan began comparing families of the victims, and your task was to determine anything else they had in common - church, clubs, jobs, school - anything that linked them together. You found out they all belonged to the same gym.

Like a whirlwind, the team and you grabbed your guns, files, and jumped on the jet to get down to Georgia. Dr. Reid sat near you on the jet and you had to say you were relieved. So far the only person you felt comfortable around was him and Gideon. You could tell Morgan was the type to tease and bust your balls, and on your first day and an important case, you didn’t need that. Emily was too focused on her job to be sociable. Hotch was pleasant to you, throwing ideas around, but he still seemed too distant, too unaccepting of a new team member. You could tell he needed time to thaw.

The case was discussed further on the way down. The unsub was identified as a man, probably, because he was able to overpower two strong men who worked out at the club, and the murders were done by strangulation of the hands.

After interviewing the gym managers, other gym club members, and neighbors, there seemed to be a pretty good profile coming along. Three people had witnessed the victims getting followed out by a tall, bald, bulking man on different days.

Gideon sent you and Dr. Reid out to find who all is listed as a member of the gym and to watch the surveillance cameras.

“Do you see that?” you said, leaning up and putting your finger near the monitor. “This guy has been eying that victim every few seconds.”

Dr. Reid leaned up next to you, you couldn’t help but notice how delightful he smelled. It was pine and black pepper, an unusual mix, he must mix his Irish Spring with another brand, or perhaps his cologne is black pepper...You thought, your mind already analyzing him.

“Ah, yeah, and he fits the unsub’s profile.”

The gym had a key card system that was used every time someone came into the gym. You and Reid matched the name on the keycard with the name on the timestamp from the footage. The name as Andrew Colton. You found his address from the gym’s sign up sheet and you and the team went to his home immediately. But the person who answered the door wasn’t Andrew -- well he was Andrew, he wasn’t the unsub.

“I lost my gym card about two weeks ago,” he explained after Gideon began questioning him. He seemed nervous but you thought it was all the guns that were pointed at his house.

“Do you know where you lost it?” Morgan asked.

“I think I left it at work.”

“Where do you work?” asked Gideon.

“I work at a bank, First Morning Bank. I didn’t mind too much at the time because I have been so swamped lately I haven’t had time to get to the gym.”

He was telling the truth, you could see it in his eyes, the fluctuation of his voice, his body language.

“Dammit,” Hotch muttered as they apologized to Mr. Colton and you all walked away.

“Well if he lost his card at the bank, then it has to be someone who works at the bank,” Dr. Reid suggested.

“Good thinking. Y/N, you and Reid go check the bank’s employees,” Gideon instructed. “We’re going to check and see if there was a pattern with the victim’s address or age and check for potential victims.”

“It’s a little much, isn’t it? First day on the job and you’re already in the midst of a confusing case,” Dr. Reid said as you walked to the rental car.

“I think I’m doing okay so far,” you said simply.

“You are. You’re doing a very good job,” he commended. You both climbed into the car, with you at the wheel. “So is this always what you wanted to do?”

“Catch criminals? Yes.”

“Interesting.”

“And you?” you questioned with a sideways glance.

“Oh, yes, I’ve always been fascinated with the human mind. I decided that I should put my analytical skills to good use.”

You couldn’t suppress the smirk very well as you muttered, “With great power comes great responsibility.”

“You just quoted Spiderman...To me,” he mused, a small smile coming onto his face. At that moment you realized you wanted to see that smile again.

“Are you a comic book fan?” you asked, a twinkle in your eye, thinking you found a friend.

“A fan would mean I am emphatically devoted to it,” he began to explain. “I am not devoted to it, but I do enjoy the stories in them. I’ve read most every Batman comic book and half of the Marvel published works.”

“Wow,” you breathed as you turned a corner. “I wish I could say the same. I haven’t had the pleasure of reading quite that much.”

“I can read 20,000 words in under one minute. Perks of being a genius,” he informed. He wasn't boasting when he said it, it sounded more like an explanation.

“That sounds...like a lot of things,” you said quietly. You knew it had to be tiresome, exhausting, irritating. Being the smartest person in the room was great, until people couldn’t keep up with you, then it was incredibly hard. You weren’t a genius, you knew that. But you were highly educated and graduated top of your class from Quantico and from college.

Reid was surprised by your answer. Usually, he got responses about how weird that must be, or how great that must be, or how boring it must be to be a know it all. He’d gotten bullied over it, beaten over it, envied over it. But rarely, if ever, sympathized over it.

“It is. It can be. But I don’t mind. It means I help people, save lives.”

You smiled at the sweet thought. “How noble of you. You could be off in a major science or medical field. Or you could be using your mind for counting cards.”

“Actually, to count cards I don’t have to be a genius. You just have to be able know the strategy and keep up. Much like an algorithm,” he informed quickly, as if accessing a database.

“You know a lot of information,” you mused as you turned into the bank.

“I have three PhDs, three BA’s, and I have a lot of time on my hands. My job is also to know statistical information.”

“Well...you’re good at your job.”

“And for the record, I’ve been banned from most casinos in Vegas for counting cards.”

You laughed heartily in response, surprised. Dr. Reid looked so...innocent, you wouldn’t peg him for a conman.

Walking in, you interviewed several people ultimately leading to what seemed to be the only person who fit the description of the unsub - the janitor.

“He’d be here when no one would see him, he’d have keys to every office...But why go after Andrew? Why take Andrew’s gym card and use it to get close to the victims? How did he even know they all went to the same gym?” you questioned, wracking your brain as you stood outside in the wind.

Dr. Reid sat for a moment, thinking. “Unless, he didn’t take the card first. Say you know where all of your victims are. They all go to Club Fitness, right? In the morning? Now you’ve got to find someone with access to them. If you’ve been watching them long enough, he was bound to see Andrew at the gym.”

“So he swiped Andrew’s card…” you realized, finishing his thought.

Dr. Reid called the team and filled them in on the hypothesis. Gideon said it seemed to check out and instructed you to get the janitor’s home address and name. You found his address and his name was Marcus Forrester. You relayed the information then agreed to meet at his house.

He wasn’t at his house when you arrived, but inside you found a notepad with today’s date and a time on it. But above it, it read: One Mills KY

“Kentucky?” Emily said, confused as she looked at the yellow tablet. “He’s going to a city in Kentucky?”

“No,” you said immediately. “It’s an anagram,” you informed confidently. “It rearranges to: money kills.”

“How do you know?” she questioned.

“His other work wasn’t an anagram,” Hotch pressed, leaning over your shoulder.

“No, but his other work wasn’t meant to ward us off his path. His carvings were clear messages, his artwork. This, this is his knowledge that we’re getting closer,” you explained.

“Okay, so what are we supposed to do with ‘money kills’?” Morgan asked, getting frustrated.

“He works at a bank, right?” you said, peering over your shoulder.

You all got in your cars and quickly made your way back to the bank as it was closing. Only a couple of cars were left in the parking lot, but all of the lights were turned out.

The team made their way into the bank and saved Andrew along with two tellers from the hands of Marcus, who had them tied up and gagged behind the counter. Marcus was cornered as Morgan and Hotch distracted him and Gideon came up and restrained him. After releasing the victim's, you were on the plane, back to D.C.

The group congratulated you but only Dr. Reid sat next you and truly commended you.

“How were you able to work all of that out?” he questioned with fascination. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone piece something together that quickly, except Gideon.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly, relaxing in the white leather as your head rolled towards his. Your breath caught in your throat and thanks to your deduction ability, you could see that his did too. You could see the way his adam’s apple moved and the sudden intake in his chest that held still.

“You still haven’t answered the question,” Dr. Reid pressed, a little uneasy having to ask you twice. He didn’t like not knowing things about you.

“Because it’s my job. Because I was hired to be the empathizer.”

“But Morgan does that,” he informed, his eyes flitting to the agent nearly asleep across the jet.

“No, Morgan pretends to be in the situation to deduce what happened while in the moment. I deduce what’s rolling in his head, his thoughts, his emotions, his motives, his triggers.”

“So...you’re another Gideon,” he surmised.

“If you’d like to put it that way. I have my own tools of deduction much like Gideon, but I’m sure we come to the same conclusion, it just takes us down a different path at different times.”

“You know a lot about us, but we know little about you,” he said, intrigued as he eyed you up and down.

“I’ve read some of your files. I like to know who I’m working with, Dr. Reid.”

“You don’t have to call me doctor. None of them do,” he said. “Well JJ calls me Spence.”

A pang of jealousy surged through you as you heard his last statement but suppressed it by every means necessary and you were certain he didn’t see it, as his eyes had not changed nor his body moved. “I feel as though you’ve earned your title and it should be treated accordingly. However, should you prefer me not to use your title, I’ll call you Spencer,” you informed.

“That’ll work,” he said with a nod.

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