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melloween-candie · 7 months

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"It was an accident! I swear"

Jim Hawkins X Fem Reader Headcanon!!!

Imagine: Jim accidentally walking in on you while you were changing... 🤭

Warning! Nudity!! NO MINORS PLSS, slight mention of masturbation, kissing

Word Count: 1,666

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

In the RLS legacy, there's only one bathroom...

Do understand that you are a cabin girl, meaning you don't get the specialty of having your own room even if most of the crew members are male.

Now, you weren't the only female crew member; there was the captain who had her own bathroom and one other female who didn't have genitals... or a body for that matter- you weren't really sure how she worked...?

In the end, it was honestly just too uncomfortable for you to change in front of your crew mates, even if they were changing with you...

It didn't help that you found a certain crew member cute... Honestly, you were pretty sure he felt the same way when it came to changing clothes since you never really saw him when everyone else was changing.

Now some may say the trip to Treasure Planet was a short one, but quite frankly, it wasn't. At least not for you.

It took about a good couple of months, maybe even more. (It was actually said to be like 7 months, I think- I can't remember, but Doppler said it in the movie)

And as the only female HUMAN on board, mind you, you were at the peak of your prime; being a raging hormonal teenager, you needed certain supplies every month. (If you don't know what I'm talking about- LEAVE! You're too young! Stop reading 😭)

And it's not like you could just ask the captain to make a pit stop, so you could grab those supplies... no, you had to fend for yourself until the next pit stop, which was normally scheduled every two months. However, sometimes it wasn't an option...

So you had to learn how to use them wisely.

For the most part, you were fine; it was just irritating.

And it wasn't like you could just go and talk to someone about it.

You were pretty sure that 99% of the crew members didn't even know what a period is...

And the only person you think would know since he does have a human mother, after all... you're too scared to even say hi.

And even then, you'd rather die than talk to him about your period cramps... 😂💀

But that wasn't even your problem... you were done for the month. Right now, your problem was the fact that the boy you thought was cute was currently standing in front of you... You. Had. No. Clothes. On. 😭

It started with Jim and Morph playing around.

Now, usually, you would always wake up early so you could use the bathroom first thing in the morning. So you could avoid everyone else and get a head start for the day.

You were doing your usual routine.

Normally, you'd shower and then brush your teeth and hair before ending it all by applying some natural makeup.

However, today, you were interrupted...

When you walked in, you thought you'd closed the door all the way; however, a sneaky little pink blob got squeezed in between the door and the wall, causing the door to stay slightly open as the little blob sneaked in with a sock in hand...

(okay, picture this- the door is there... and when you enter the bathroom, there is a wall in front of you, and on your left is a tiny hallway... take two steps and look to your right you see the bathroom stuff. I hope you can visualize what I'm trying to say...)

Morph ended up getting hit by one of our many clothes. You weren't really paying attention as you were simply taking off your clothes and throwing them somewhere as you prepared your shower.

As you were about to turn on your shower, you heard something...

It was a little giggle. A giggle that only came from a pink little blob...

"Morph? Are you in here-" You said, turning around as you heard another person speak simultaneously- "Morph? Where'd you go-"

You both were staring at each other... a silence quickly fell.

Your entire body burned from the inside as you silently panicked...

Your face turned red as a cold chill befell on you the moment you met eyes... you froze- you couldn't even muster a full scream.

Just a small little squeak before your brain fully turns off from complete under embarrassment.

Meanwhile, in Jim's mind... SH** SH** SH*******************

Boy was in full-on panic mode... didn't know what to say or do- freaking out inside his head while his body, including his head, WOULD NOT MOVEEE 🤣😭

His face had a cute shade of pink on too... the only thing that dazed you both out of your frozen state was Morph who was mimicking you... In. Front. Of. Jim's. Face.

He quickly realized and clapped his hands on him, causing Morph to quit it as you quickly grabbed a towel to cover yourself.

A brief moment of silence came once again.

This time, you refused to look at him as you held on to your towel tightly, hoping he would just leave...

It took a moment- he took a breath then proceeded- "Look, Y/n... I-I'm really sorry! I- I didn't mean it I- I swear!" He took a step towards you. It was clear that he was utterly baffled about the event that just happened. "W-we were just playing around... I didn't think anyone was in here. T-T-The door wasn't locked..." He said, pointing to where the door was. He honestly sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than to explain to you by that point...

You just stood there as he rambled on- "And- and there was a sock! Yeah... a sock!"

"You mean that one..." You pointed only to quickly regret it.

The sock Jim was talking about was currently under the cute little panties you just had on...

You died inside- instantly! As you both stared at it. His face turned an even brighter shade of red as your face did the complete opposite.

Yours turned pale- pale as white snow. Instantly regretting everything.

I had a gut feeling about taking this shower this morning, and this is what I get for not listening... You thought as you covered your face with both of your hands... Sliding down to your knees.

Jim looked at you, then back at the panties, then quickly backed towards you and realized-

You were crying... his lungs lost breath as his heart squeezed itself a little too hard. "Hey, hey, it's okay! You don't have to cry- I- I swear I won't tell anyone. No one has to know." By the end of that sentence, he was kneeling down next to you with his hand on your back.

You lifted your head, looking at him with watery eyes...

Honestly, you weren't really all that sad- it was more of the fact that you were completely overwhelmed and felt a little violated...

But that look on your face crushed Jim inside and out...

He made a worried look- looking down completely defeated.

"Look Y/n I really hope this doesn't change your opinion of me. I swear I'm not a pervert..." You almost couldn't hear him with how quiet he got.

You raised your head a little higher... tilting it as you leaned it a little closer... he did the same.

Now you two were staring into each other's eyes, then at your lips. Then, slowly but surely, he kissed you... it was soft and gentle.

You were shocked at first since you thought he didn't like you, but they quickly fluttered to a close as you melted into the kiss.

His hands held your cheeks as you stayed like that for a minute... nothing but kissy sounds as you both sat on the bathroom floor.

"What's going on here!?"

Your eyes quickly opened, pulling away; you started to scream as you realized who it was.

Jim quickly turned around. "GET OUT!"

"Bu- ah." He was completely baffled. "The bathroom door wasn't locked! And beside! YOU TWO ARE WAY TO YOUNG To Be Doin this sorta thang!" He said, putting his hands on his hips.

Jim fully got up now- mad and flustered. He was about to say something until you said- "Jim... I think you should leave too... I still need to take a shower." You muttered the last part.

He stared at you for a moment- then huffed. He put his hands in his pockets as he walked, and he gave Silver his best mean mug look.

As the old cyborg just shocked his head, smirking as he laughed quietly. Following the boy out.

BoNuS (Since I had more ideas LMAO)

It was late at night.

Everyone already retreated onto their hammocks.

Everyone was asleep but Jim.

He was wide awake.

He had his hands behind his head as he swung a little, side to side, on his hammock.

"I don't know what to do, Morph... I mean, is it wrong...?" He asked his little friend.

Morph wasn't really sure what he was talking about-

"I mean, I thought she was really cute before, but now-" He subconsciously bit his lower lip as he fell deeper into his thoughts... then realization hit- "Nope, no! Can't do that." He whispered-yelled mainly to himself as he moved to his side.

His hands were now covering his little friend, the one that was poking through his pants. Who clearly didn't want to go away any time soon... as his legs curled up trying to get rid of it. He was now lying in a fetal position.

"Mhm?" That was all Morph said.

"L-look, it's nothing okay... Um- go to silver or something." He said rather quickly, but Morph still stood there. "Just- leave. Okay?" Jim said once again, but Morph still didn't move as the cute little creature just made cute little noises.

"Ugh..." Jim rolled his eyes... "Shoo! Please." He said, swatting him away.

This time Morph, did leave as Jim laid back down...

A/n

AHHHHHHH- was my entire thought process as I made this. LMAO 🤣

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lydscare · 5 months

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jim hawkins relationship hcs

warnings: jim is a bad but sad boy; jim deserves hugs and affection; possible illusion to trauma but that’s it

a/n: first time using a gif on a post, enjoy!! lil note: jim is 15, so anyone 18 or older, what are you doing here??

reader is written as gender neutral // masterlist

ok so first off

this baby boy has some issues, just a fair warning

like, abandonment, self-esteem, trust issues

so it’ll take a hot minute before he really opens up to you romantically

he’d probably catch feelings for you pretty quickly and easily though

he’s just insistent on not wanting to possibly wreck the friendship you guys had

but eventually he’d confess and life would go on :))

for nicknames he’d probably just call you things like baby, sweetheart, darling, or princess/prince

if you’re a bossy type of person he’d probably jokingly call you ma’am or sir

he wouldn’t flirt with you before dating, but when you two are officially a thing he likes teasing you

he was easily flustered by you or anything you might’ve said to him before the relationship, but now that he knows you like him he pulls out all the stops (he always has the smuggest expression on his face during times like these)

he loves when you flirt back too

it’s like a fun little game to see who can break first between the two of you

he’s very much touch-starved

it takes him a while to open up to you physically but once he does he really can’t get enough

in private he always wants to be touching you in some way or form

kisses

give him allll the kissies

kisses tend to be more slower and passionate with him

he just likes being slow and calm with you

he loves cuddles

he goes back and forth between being little spoon and big spoon

when he’s feeling protective he wants to hold you, almost as if he’s shielding you from the world. but every now and then he gets tired and just really wants to lay in your arms

it really just depends on how he’s feeling

but he mostly ends up being the little spoon because your presence in very calming to him

kinda side note: he’s like a furnace. he has warm body heat and is really cozy to sleep and cuddle with

he likes to hold your hand too

play with his hair pleaseee

he LOVES it

makeouts are very much an activity enjoys btw–

pda with him however is kinda iffy

he’s not the most affectionate in public

he’s just not the most comfortable with it

he’d hold your hand or wrap his arm around you though, he’s just not touching you as often as he is in private

he’s very protective, but weirdly respectful about it?

he knows that you can handle yourself well, he just really wants to be able to take care of you

he just doesn't want to lose you like he lost his dad :’((

he also likes giving you gifts

anytime he sees something that reminds him even slightly of him, he’ll either buy it, steal it, or just take it for you

he can get pretty jealous easily

it’s also some of his insecurities showing

he often thinks that you could do better than him, but that just means he appreciates you even more and recognizes how lucky he is

overall he loves you to bits and wants to treat you really well, it just might take him a while before he gets there. but he will, for you

#lydscare;#jim hawkins #treasure planet #treasure planet (2002)#disney #james pleiades hawkins #jim hawkins x reader #disney x reader #treasure planet imagine #jim hawkins imagine #jim hawkins headcanons #disney headcanons #disney imagine

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sleeplessdreamer14 · 6 months

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we’ll be alright ִ ࣪ ✦˚ drabble

request: no

fandom: treasure planet (2002)

relationship: jim hawkins x gn! reader

summary: You have a touching moment with your boyfriend.

contains: established relationship, fluff, hugs, tears, kiss at the end, short dialogue, no reader pronouns, second person POV, very sappy

a/n: this is set post voyage, and was inspired by Fine Line

Resting his head on your shoulder, Jim takes a slow deep breath as he relaxes against you. You feel his shoulders shake a little as he lets out a soft chuckle under his breath. His hands wrap around your middle and he pulls you in closer, locking you in a wholehearted embrace as if this was the last time he ever would. He’s so close that you can almost feel the subtle beat of his heart against your chest.

You can tell by the way that he buries his face into your shoulder and takes a slow deep breath that he’s on the brink of crying. Tears of your own begin to well up in your eyes as you return the gesture, wrapping your arms around him and giving him a gentle squeeze as you lean your head on him.

It’s perfect. As if you were made to hold each other, fitting in each other’s arms like lock and key. Part of you wanted to spend the rest of forever here.

Just as the thought crosses your mind, you hear a muffled sniff come from Jim as he begins to raise his head and slowly pull back. Not completely, just enough so you can look at him.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Jim says softly, reaching down and taking one of your hands in his. As he presses the back of your hand to his lips, you can’t help but let out a tearful giggle. Deep down, you know he’s partially telling himself that.

You know Jim loves you, and he knows you love him too. But he has confided in you about his anxieties and fears before, that something would happen out of your control, that would take one of you away from the other, or that you might wind up falling apart the way his parents did. A dozen and a half different ways your relationship could go wrong.

But now, those fears seem to have washed away with the tide, and in their place was a newfound courage in himself as he holds your hand against his chest and leans in closer so his forehead touches your own.

“We’ll be alright.” Jim whispers, as certain of that as the sunrise, tears rolling down his cheeks as he leans in closer until pressing his lips against yours.

Jim isn’t sure what he could have done to deserve this, but dammit if he isn’t grateful for it. And now, all he wants it to be close to the light that is you, to feel the loving warmth of your soul in the simplest of gestures. And now, he has the faith in himself to do this right.

#I love that I can just write these whenever I want #I got so sleepy while editing this #don’t let this flop #jim hawkins x reader #jim x reader #imagines #my stuff #fluff #feels #my writing #drabble #jim hawkins #james pleiades hawkins #treasure planet #disney x reader #reader insert #disney imagines

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where-dreamers-go · 5 months

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"Oh Morph" Jim Hawkins x Reader

(A/N: So this was supposed to be an imagine and then I kept typing on my phone. Reader confronts Jim about Morph continuously hiding in their stuff.

Warnings: none

Word Count: ?)

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Returning to the Inn, you searched for your friend as the early evening had many a guest hungry for a meal. You weren't suppose to be one of them.

If only you had noticed the little extra weight on your bag earlier. If you had been more observant. You would had saved a lot of time. Distance too.

A happy gurgle tickled your ear as a familiar pink creature became level with your eyeline.

"Morph," you gave him a pointed look. Nothing too harsh, but enough to let him know that you were serious.

He happily nudged your cheek.

"It's a good thing you're cute too." Sighing, you made your way between the tables.

Sarah, Jim's mom, didn't get the opportunity to question your reappearance. Too busy handing out dinner to a full table. The Inn was ever popular.

Giving her a short wave, you pointed to your tiny companion.

She shook her head, amused, then continued serving meals.

You made your way into the kitchen. An easy feat considering how often you had frequented the place. More so it seemed in the past few months.

The young man you had been needing to speak to was elbow deep into dirty dishes. Always one to help his mother and the Inn.

"Hi again," you said and stood off to the side.

"Hey." Jim grinned. Blue eyes took you in before catching Morph flying towards him. "Did you forget something?"

"No." You patted your bag. "But Morph was pretending to be my notebook."

"He was in your bag again?"

"This is the third time this week." You leaned against the counter.

"Morph doesn't do it to annoy you. He wants to play." Jim pet the little creature lovingly. "He likes you."

You smiled and responded, "He likes me, so he hides in my bag until I either reach for something or I'm home?"

His eyes widened. "You took him home?"

You nodded.

"Morph."

The little guy looked up at Jim innocently.

"Did you go home with them?"

He chirped an affirmative.

Looking back to you, Jim opened his mouth to say something, but Morph twisted into a miniature version of Jim.

You chuckled and peered closer.

Morph was either pretending or playing out a scene. You couldn't tell which. Yet he played off as if Jim was ordering Morph to an assignment.

"Cute," you laughed lightly.

Then he morphed into a version of you.

Jim quickly closed Morph between his hands.

"Okay!" His voice had raised a moment. "Enough playing around, Morph. There are customers out there waiting. Can you help out?"

"Jim."

Ushering Morph to grab a brush, Jim apologized to you quickly and grabbed some soap as he turned back to the sink. Eyes focused and eyebrows shaped into that determined curve of his.

It wasn't difficult to see he was trying to hide something.

You walked over to him and started helping. Rinsing plates and bowls. The only way to be closer without stopping business.

"Jim, have you been telling Morph to check on me?"

He didn't meet your curious gaze nor did he answer right away.

"Because...Morph was staring at me wherever I went when I was home. All big-eyed. Close too."

Passing a plate to you, Jim's shoulders were raised to his ears. Uncomfortable and concerned.

"Jim... It's okay."

Blue eyes finally met your gaze.

"You're not mad?"

"No. I'm assuming he was just looking out for me, right? Or is it something else? Have I done something?"

"What? No, no, no. You haven't done anything. I just--." He sighed heavily. "You're my best friend. It's just... Remember when that heavy rainstorm came in earlier this week?"

"I was soaked. Yeah."

"It made me remember a few things...from before finding Treasure Planet and... I wanted to be extra sure you were alright. I mean, I didn't expect Morph here to actually follow you all the way home."

In the sink, Morph popped a soap bubble in his mouth.

"I was worried that something might happen if you left later than usual. Strange things happen."

"Jim, the chances of me running into pirates are pretty slim; even out here. I promise I'll be fine or else I'll kick butt with no mercy."

A chuckle escaped him. "I think I can live with that. You've taught me a thing or two."

"And for your next lesson," you grabbed a group of bubbles, "duck."

#jim hawkins #jim hawkins imagine #jim hawkins x reader #james pleiades hawkins #treasure planet #where dreamers go #imagines #disney

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hollybell51 · 2 years

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Prologue + Chapter One

The Beginning

Our Treasure - Jim Hawkins x fem!Reader

Masterpost

Word count: 2428 (prologue: 727, chapter one: 1701)

Summary: getting ready for the voyage of your (admittedly short) lifetime, you and your mentor John Silver find yourselves unexpectedly saddled with a new cabin boy. A new cabin boy who asks way too many questions for both of your liking.

Notes: Hello folks, this is my first post. I’m new to Tumblr so I don’t fully know how to use it yet, HOWEVER, I do know that there’s a spot for fanfiction on here, so I’m gonna shove mine on here. This particular little story is also over on my wattpad though from a long time ago (and as a result much less refined and very poorly written, also in a whole different narrative voice I think) since I don’t really use wattpad much anymore. It’s also on AO3. Ok let’s get into it and I guess we’ll see how many people end up reading! It’s all (except for the prologue) in past tense, second person (”you”).

Prologue

“On the clearest of nights, when the winds of the Etherium were calm and peaceful, the great merchant ships with their cargo of Arcturian solar crystals felt safe and secure. Little did they suspect that they were pursued by pirates. And the most feared of all these pirates was the notorious Captain Nathaniel Flint!”

“Fire!” Flint yelled, and instantly the scene descended into chaos as canons went off, people screamed and pirates boarded the merchant ship.

“Like a Candarian Zap-wing overtaking its prey—”

“James Pleiades Hawkins!” a woman cried, opening the door to a little boy’s bedroom, making him jump. He slammed shut the book, sitting bolt upright and facing his mother. “I thought you were asleep an hour ago,” she sighed.

“But mom, I was just getting to the best part!” He protested, picking up the book again. “Please?”

His mother considered him for a moment, then smiled. “Oh, can those eyes get any bigger? Skooch over.” She sat down beside her son, leaning over to see the book.

“Like a Candaria Zap-wing overtaking its prey,” the narrator continued, “Flint and his band of renegades swooped in out of nowhere.” The gunfire and yelling continued as Flint’s crew boarded the ship, taking everything of value that wasn't tied down. Flint went straight to the largest chest of treasure, simply cutting the lock away with his sword and letting the precious stones and gold spill over the floor. “And then, gathering up their spoils, they vanished without a trace.”

“Whoa…” the boy and his mother chorused.

“Flint’s secret trove was never found, but stories have persisted that it remains hidden, somewhere at the farthest reaches of the galaxy, stowed with riches beyond imagination. The loot of a thousand worlds. Treasure Planet.”

“Ok,” the boy’s mother said, closing the book, “blow your nose.” She held up a handkerchief, waiting as he does as she says.

“How do you think Captain Flint did it, mom?” the boy asked, climbing atop his headboard. “How’d he swoop in out of nowhere and vanish without a trace?” he jumped from the headboard, landing flat on his stomach and crawling under the blanket.

“I have no idea,” the mother said. “Come here you!” she grabbed him around the waist, pulling him onto her lap and ticking his sides. The little boy squealed with laughter as she blew a raspberry on his stomach, curling up and wriggling frantically. “Ok,” she continued, placing his back against his pillow, “now it’s time for this little spacer to go to sleep.”

“You think somebody will ever find Treasure Planet?” the boy asked as his mom fished for a toy under the pillow.

“Sweetheart,” she said, holding it up, “I think it’s more like a legend.”

“I know it’s real,” he protested.

“You win,” she smiled, “it’s real.”

“Nighty-night, mom.”

“Nighty-night, sweetheart.” She got up from the bed, crossing the room and pausing at the door. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Somewhere not so far from the boy and his mother, a little girl was huddled under a much more tattered blanket on a much thinner mattress, reading a much older and more worn copy of the same book. The light from its holographic pages was enough to illuminate six stark black numbers tattooed on her wrist – a slave’s brand. Around her, the faces of three other children and four adults, each with their own thin mattress and ragged blanket, were just visible.

“(Y/N), turn that down!” one of the children hissed, “the master will catch you!”

“The rules don’t say anything about how late we stay up,” she argued, but adjusted the volume anyway.

“No,” one of the adults put in, “but you’ll be in trouble tomorrow when you’re yawning all day.”

“So what?”

The other people all shook their heads, knowing it was useless to try convincing the girl to put down her book. She poked her tongue out at them, turning back to the story.

“There are nights when the winds of the Etherium, so inviting in their promise of freedom, made one’s spirit soar.”

The little girl closed the book, carefully stowing it under her mattress and wriggling to get comfortable “I wonder what it’s like,” she whispered into the darkness.

“What?” the sleepy voice of the person next to her asked.

“Freedom.” The word was like honey on her tongue.

Chapter One

*12 years later*

“What do you think it’ll be like?” you asked, aiming a large cleaver at the knife rack.

“I don’t know, lassy,” John laughed, “but you’d be best to keep quiet about it.”

“But everybody already knows,” you protested, releasing the knife and watching it sail across the kitchen right where you wanted it to go.

“We don’t want the Captain getting wind of it,” he cautioned. “And don’t do that to the knives – you’ll blunt ‘em.” The cook frowned at you, and you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever, it’s not like you even need them.”

Treasure Planet. You’d been dreaming about it since you were a little kid, huddled under a scrap of fabric in your master’s slave dormitory – if you can even call it that – the battered holographic book clutched to your chest night after night as the narrator regaled you with the story of the notorious Captain Flint. The loot to a thousand worlds, all there and ripe for the taking. You would be able to pay off any debt a million times over.

You were jerked from your thoughts by clanking footsteps on the stairs, and two distinct male voices.

“It’s my map,” someone was saying. They sounded about your age, and probably a boy. “And she’s got me busting tables!”

You cast a glance at John, who shrugged and started whistling a tune. You grabbed a rag from the bench next to you and went back to drying dishes, minus the knife throwing.

“I’ll not tolerate a cross word about our Captain!” Uh oh, Mr Arrow. “There’s no finer officer in this or any galaxy! Mr Silver?”

“Why, Mr Arrow Sir!” the cook turned away from his task, smiling broadly at your three visitors. “Bringin’ such fine-lookin’, distinguished gents to grace my humble galley. Had I known, I’d ha’ tucked in me shirt!” He made a ridiculous show of stuffing his apron and shirt down the front of his trousers, bowing low to Mr Arrow and his companions.

“May I introduce Dr Doppler, the financier of our voyage.” The First Officer rumbled, pushing forwards a man in a rather ridiculous suit which looks to be around two sizes too big for him. That would explain the clanking.

“Love the outfit, Doc!” John exclaimed, scanning him with his cybernetic eye.

“Well thankyou!” he replied, “Um, love the eye! This young lad is Jim Hawkins.” He grabbed the other person, dragging him forwards and retreating to Mr Arrow’s side.

“Jimbo!” John greeted him, extending his robotic arm – knife function engaged, you noticed – to shake his hand. “Ah,” he laughed, switching to his more hand-like function and trying again.

Jim didn’t say anything, just glared at John from under a curtain of brown hair. You couldn’t make out much through the steam of the kitchen, but he didn’t look particularly friendly. You wouldn't either if you had a map that could lead to a lifetime supply of treasure, you supposed.

“Don’t be too put-off by this hunk o’ hardware,” John recovered, stepping away and setting about preparing a few prawns and vegetables. “These gears ‘ave been tough getting’ used to, but they do come in mighty handy from time to time!”

“Show-off,” you muttered as he fried the neatly chopped up food and tipped it into the pot in the centre of the kitchen, adding dashes of salt and pepper. He scooped some of the stew into two bowls, holding them out to Dr Doppler and Jim Hawkins.

“Here now,” he smiled, “’have a taste o’ me famous Bonza-beast stew.”

Dr Doppler sniffed it delicately, then lapped at it. “Mmm!” he said after a moment, “delightfully tangy, yet robust!”

You looked at Jim, who was still eyeing John suspiciously from under his hair. Your eyes met, and he looked away quickly.

“Old family recipe,” John told them. “In fact,” he grinned as the Doctor gasps, “that was part of the old family!” You surmise that some less chopped up animal part must have popped up in his bowl.

“He’s full of shit,” You called, pushing yourself off the counter and crossing the kitchen. “Don’t listen to a word he says.”

“Ah,” John smiled, “how could I have forgotten! Gentlemen,” he placed his real arm around your shoulders, pushing you forwards slightly, “this is (Y/N), my lovely apprentice and cabin girl.”

“You can eat that,” You grinned, “it doesn’t actually have any family in it.”

“I’m nothin’ if I ain’t a kidder,” John laughed. “Go on Jimbo, take a swig.”

Doubtfully, Jim raised his spoon in front of his face and frowned at it. Before he could eat any stew, the spoon changed in shape and colour, swallowing the stew and returning to its normal form as an amorphous pink blob. It giggled at Jim’s shocked expression, then rapidly assumed the shape of a straw.

“Morph!” You exclaimed, shaking your head.

“You jiggle-headed blob o’ mischief!” John accused as the little creature proceeded to drink all of Jim’s stew. “So that’s where you was hidin’!”

Morph burped, peaking over the rim of Jim’s bowl then flying up to his face.

“What is that thing?” the boy asked, fending off Morph’s affectionate advances with one hand.

“He’s a Morph,” John explained as Morph spins in the air, then settles into a tiny replica of Jim. “I rescued the little shape shifter on Proteus One. He took a side to me, we’ve been together ever since!”

Morph cooed and rubbed against John’s cheek, then swirled around his fingers.

“We’re about to get under way,” Mr Arrow said as a bell tolled somewhere overhead. “Would you like to observe the launch, Doctor?”

“Would I? Does an active galactic nucleus have superluminal jets? I’ll follow you.” He clanked in the direction of the stairway.

“Mr Hawkins will stay here, in your charge Mr Silver.” Mr Arrow proclaimed, baring Jim’s exit with an arm.

John choked on the mouthful of stew he was eating, spitting it out over the floor. “Beggin’ your pardon sir, but—”

“Captain’s orders! See to it that the new cabin boy is kept busy.”

“Wait no but—”

“We already have a cabin girl—”

“What am I supposed to—”

“No, wait—”

“But—”

Mr Arrow showed no sign of listening to us, so you stopped.

“So,” John said, “Captain’s put you with me, hey?”

“Yeah.” Jim shoved his hands into his pockets, leaning against a wall.

“Who be a humble cyborg to argue with the Captain?” the cook sighed, going over to the bench and getting back to preparing vegetables.

You too, went back to your task of drying the dishes, stacking them neatly beside you as Jim grabbed a purp from a nearby barrel, eyeing it carefully.

“You know,” he saiid, tossing it between his hands, “these purps are kinda like the ones back home. On Montressor. You ever been there?”

“Ah, can’t say I ‘have, Jimbo.”

“Come to think of it,” the boy continued around a mouthful of purp, “just before I left I met this old guy, who was um… he was kinda looking for a cyborg buddy of his.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. What was that old salamander’s name? Oh yeah, Bones. Billy Bones.”

“Bones? Bones. Mm-mm, ain’t ringin’ any bells. Must’a been a different cyborg.”

“Besides,” you added, flipping a knife over in your hands, “it’s not like cyborgs are uncommon.” You squinted at the knife rack, drawing back your arm to throw.

“(Y/N)!” John said sharply, just as you released.

“What?” You didn’t take your eyes off the knife, which was now quivering next to the others.

He sighed, then turned to Jim. “Got a nasty habbit o’ throwin’ the knives, (Y/N) has.”

“It’s not bad if it gets the job done,” you shrugged, grabbing a plate and rubbing at it with the tea-towel.

“Prepare to cast off!” Mr Arrow’s voice echoed above, followed by a long high-pitched whistle.

“Off with ya, lad,” John said, pushing Jim towards the stairs. “And you, lassy. Go watch the launch.”

You followed Jim, casting a glance back over my shoulder. John raised an eyebrow at you, and you shrugged again. You’d have to watch yourselves.

On the main deck, everyone wasrushing everywhere with no regard for anyone else.

“Come on,” you said to Jim, tapping his shoulder. “It’s better from up the front.” Just as you started heading for the bow of the ship, you lifted off. Everyone floated for a minute before the artificial gravity and atmosphere were engaged, then you all crashed back to the deck.

The Captain and Mr Arrow were shouting orders, everything being relayed among the crew as the sales lit up with solar energy, the engines firing with them.

“Hold on!” you shouted, grabbing the rigging. Jim did the same just in time as with a roar, the ship sped away from Montressor space port. You climbed up the side, leaning out over the side of the ship and staring into the inky blue of space.

“Woah,” Jim laughed as you passed a pod of Orcus Glacticus, the movement in the edge of the artificial atmosphere blowing his hair over his face.

You reached out a hand, your fingertips brushing one of the huge creatures’ fins. You smiled back at Jim, and he reached out too. The Orcus Galacticus’s eye rolled over you, the deep moan that it made vibrating through your bodies.

You hooked your knees over the rigging, swinging backwards over the ships deck and watching John talk to Captain Amelia. “I think we’re about to get in trouble,” you said to Jim as the Captain looked your way.

“What do you mean?” he followed your gaze, hopping down onto the railing of the ship.

“Jimbo!” John shouted before you could respond, “I got two new friends I’d like you to meet! Say hello to Mr Mop, and Mrs Bucket.” He tossed the two of them to Jim, who caught both without losing his balance. Impressive.

“Yippee.” He said unenthusiastically, then looked down at you as if to ask where your mop and bucket are.

You pulled yourself right way up, climbing down off the rigging and giving him a mock salute before heading back down to the kitchens with John.

Chapter Two

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Boyfriend HC

What Jim Hawkins would be like as your boyfriend!

Imagine: Jim Hawkins being YOUR boyfriend

Warning! Arguments, mentions of PDA

Word Count: 686

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When he's mad

He'd be very passive-aggressive.

However, he's not toxic.

He wouldn't try to manipulate you into apologizing or anything.

If he knows he's in the wrong, he'd apologize.

Sometimes, it'd take him a hot minute to realize, so just be patient.

He doesn't express his emotions to you very often, at least not negative ones, because he can be a little insecure.

He worries that if he does show you his 'broken' side, you'll leave him too. (Don't even try and tell me this boy doesn't have abandonment issues. 😤)

After an argument, he'd walk away and disappear for a while.

Though, once he comes back, he'd feel bad if you worried about him.

He'd rarely lash out at you, but he has his moments.

He'd feel bad after, especially if you start crying.

When he [or someone else] makes you cry

He'd become stiff if he made you cry.

Would feel really bad and would do anything for your forgiveness.

Would treat you as if you were a rare diamond, close to breaking.

He'd be even more soft towards you.

Soft kisses on the cheeks, long hugs, gentle touches, etc.

He wouldn't automatically attack the person.

He'd probably give that person a death glare... (Aka, that's the only warning that person's getting.)

Mostly, he'd tell you to forget about them and that they aren't worth it, especially if it wasn't the first time this person/creature made you cry. And if they did care, they would have apologized already.

There would be times when he was close to fighting them; however, you or someone else would most likely stop it... (especially if his adventure to Treasure Planet hasn't started yet- you wouldn't want his probation to be extended, or worse... him ending up in Juvenile Hall.)

Though, don't get it twisted, this boy would fight for you. Especially if you got kidnapped or hurt. However, he'd most likely use his hands as his last resort.

He's smart enough to defeat people/creatures without having to touch them~

His love language

Small gestures all the way!

If you and he were to be doing a job together, he'd make sure he'd do most of it. (That way, you wouldn't be so tired.)

He'd remember every important date. (That's how you know he's serious about this.)

He'd remember the little details about you- like how you like your coffee in the mornings.

Or he'd buy some groceries for you if you forgot/got too busy/ was too stressed to realize. Just so you'd have a less stressful time.

Even if you'd never realize.

He likes to think of himself as your secret hero.

Apart from the day-to-day things he'd do to help you, he'd also be your personal handyman.

You wouldn't even need to ask.

If your sink was busted, he'd fix it.

If you mentioned you always wanted a solar surfer but never had the time to buy one- he'd make you one right out of the blue. He'd even teach you how to use it if you never rode one before.

PDA

His favorite thing to do is to simply hold you.

Whether that's a hug or handholding.

Just touching you in some way.

Loves kissing you, though he'd hold back if you two were in public...

He wouldn't want to get you or him into trouble... Especially if you guys attend Interstellar Academy.

Most importantly, he wouldn't force you to do anything you're uncomfortable with, even if that's with him.

Conclusion

He genuinely loves you and feels as if he doesn't show it enough.

Sometimes thinks you're too good for him.

Calling him the perfect boyfriend would be extending it to a degree... But he is one of the better ones because he is willing to change and grow in your relationship.

He might have been a little immature (if you two started dating at a young age), but he is grateful you stood by him in the end.

Honestly, he sometimes questions why you even bother with him...

But, in the end, he thinks he's the luckiest guy in the world.