Hello, everyon! Welcome to the newest story in my still-yet-to-be-officially-named series! I have a few things to get out of the way first so please be patient while I keep house for a moment.

Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time, Killian Jones/Captain Hook, any of the dialogue from the show (though it will be used at times), any other OUaT characters, any J.M. Barrie characters, etc. What I do own is the interpretation of Tinkerbell and Peter or any other characters we do not/rarely see on the show. This will eventually get more and more AU as I progress through the story. That being said, Tinkerbell and Peter Pan are not Rose McIver or Robbie Kay.

Cast List: Lucy Hale as Isabel Jones/Tinkerbell, Chandler Riggs as Peter, Nathan Fillion as William Smith, Natalie Dormer as Celeste Jones/Luna Rose, Ian Harding as Terence. Whenever I add a new character, I will let you guys know who has been cast as that character.

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And now...onto the story!

Enchanted Forest - Past

Nervousness filled Killian as he watched Isabel approaching the dock to meet him. Another adventure separated them. He left her for two moths this time, and every time he left now was worse than the last. He missed her too much. He'd leave. Regret instantly took over. Perhaps it was because he knew what it was like to hold her at night. Or maybe it was because they'd talked about marriage several times. They'd talked about their future a lot. The two of them married with a house full of children. Every time he thought about it while away, his heart yearned for that seaside village.

She stood in front of him, smile spread across her beautiful face. He remembered when they met. He remembered chasing her until she fell in love with him. The time he watched her dance by herself at the river. The very first time his eyes opened to see her face next time his eyes opened to see her face next to his on the pillow. He wondered if he ever would forget her or those moments, if he would pass to the afterlife with the memory of what it was like to know her. He hoped not, and as her lips found his, he knew he would remember her kiss. So innocent but also loving, passionate, and maddening. The scent of her hair filled his nose. Fire lilies. She smelled of fire lilies.

Killian never knew if she ever caught on to how much she'd changed him. She was his purpose. Having convinced his captain that he was ready for bigger jobs he knew he'd survive anything because she was waiting for him. Before Isabel, he felt lost. If someone caught him stealing from them, it didn't matter. They could kill him on the spot. He had nothing and no one to live for. His survival was not a big deal to him. He was just damn lucky he lived to loot again and most likely damned to die because of it. The second she kissed him, he knew recklessness was a flaw he needed to erase from his record. Isabel wouldn't stand for it. If he never returned, he was convinced she would hunt him down just to kill him again. It was funny how she managed to scare him a little. Not in a bad way. Their love for one another was easily the most intense and dizzying thing either of them ever experienced.

Her hand on his face brought him back to reality. She was staring up at him and smiling. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked.

"Like what?" she asked, pulling her hand back and furrowing her eyebrows.

Killian shrugged. He took her hand, bringing it to his lips. "Let's go see your father. I need to talk to him about something."

"What's that?" she asked as they started to walk towards her father's shop.

"I'm going to ask him if I can marry you," he grinned over at her.

"You're going to what?" she asked, eyes growing wide.

"I'm going to ask your father for you hand in marriage. Then I'm going to take you to the river and give you the ring I bought for you," he told her.

She stopped walking. "Why are you telling me this?"

Killian turned to look at Isabel. She stood there with a somewhat confused expression. Eyebrows knit together, mouth turned downward with her bottom lip poking out slightly. Unsure why he was telling her, he shrugged. "I thought would you like to know. You don't like to be excluded."

"But you're asking my father for my hand. I shouldn't be there. I shouldn't know when you're going to propose. I should...I should be surprised; not expect it at all. You're supposed to," her voice cracked a little. "You're supposed to take me to the river one night after dinner. We're supposed to laugh and talk about how happy we make one another. Then you take my hand, tell me something absolutely ridiculous like I'm the most beautiful thing you've ever seen in the world, get down on one knee, and ask me to be yours forever." She cast her gaze downward, not wanting to look him in the eye.

Taking a step closer to her, he placed a finger under her chin and made her look up at him. "Is that how you've always pictured it?" A look of guilt covered her face as she nodded. "Then maybe it can happen that way. I won't say anything to your father just yet."

"I-I have stew waiting at his shop for everyone," she told him. "I figured it's been a while since you haven't had a full meal."

"Aye. We got a new cook, and he's not very good at rationing food. The first night out, he cooked the biggest meal he could for everyone. Angered Harry quite a bit." The two started to walk again. "Needless to say, we're in need of another cook."

Isabel giggled. "I'd offer my services, but we both know what Captain Finnegan would say." She started to imitate the captain. "'You're cookin's alright, girl, but I can't have me cabin boy spending all his time in the kitchen. Won't get any work done.'"

"You are a bit distracting," he admitted with a blush.

"I think you would do fine with me there. I would be the one that was distracted. Everyone would starve because I couldn't stop staring." She smiled up at him. "Also, I think I am far too pretty to be a pirate. Then again so are you."

"That's the difference, isn't it? I didn't have much of a choice. Not to mention, I'm an orphan. I do what I can to survive," he said, squeezing her hand. "But I now have you so maybe one day I'll have a choice. Until then, I'm nothing more than a pirate."