#hookfire ff

Tags: Canon Compliant, Talking, Strained Relationships, Season/Series 03

Summary: “So — you remembered.”

Notes:  ...someone tempted me. And I have zero self-control LOL, so here’s some Hookfire. This is a follow-up to the first one-shot in this series, which obviously provides the context. But basically it's Neal digging up, per Emma's request, his old habit of telling the stories behind constellations to help them fall asleep. Those stories he learned from Hook, who is listening and has a bit of a "WTF" moment. So this fic has them talk about it as they are leaving Neverland.

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Killian hasn’t exactly been keeping a close eye on him, but — the urge to ask has been lurking in the back of his mind in every quiet moment, all too insisting for what is supposed to be such an irrelevant matter.

So he remembered one of his stories, what of it?

It is surprising, considering that they didn’t leave each other on anywhere nearly amicable terms, so even if he somehow remembers it, after a couple of centuries, why would he so easily recall it, like it’s a fond memory?

It’s — it’s curiosity, that’s what it is.

Regardless of that curiosity, though, they haven’t spent much time around each other, not without more important matters to tend to, so the occasion to ask doesn’t present itself until Baelfire makes his way to the deck, leaning over the edge to take a look at the island that they are leaving behind.

(Killian’s legs twitch, and he can still hear himself shout at him that if he were to fall overboard he’d leave him for the fish to dine with.)

“Fucking finally,” Baelfire breathes out, turning back towards him. He walks closer. “Do you need me to take a turn?”

It takes a few moments for Killian to even realize that he’s talking about taking the helm, but then he’s quick to shake his head. “No, I got it.”

“Alright,” Baelfire shrugs, moving as if to walk past him.

Which would probably be the right moment to —

“So — you remembered.”

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Character Death Fix, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Grief/Mourning

Summary:  Five times Hook messes up the whole stepfather thing. (And one time he sets things right. Or tries to.)

Notes:  So. guess who was having Hookfire feels, for a change? This contains some Hook&Henry (although it's not exactly about the two of them per se), and mentions of Emma/Hook when it appears in canon, because the story follows the canonical events up until the s3 finale, but they eventually break up amicably. S4 is completely ignored, let's pretend like there was no Elsa at the end and Marian was actually Marian (which doesn't even come up in this fic because Hook couldn't care less about Regina's love life, but still). Enjoy!

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The first time is massive and messy, the situation spinning out of control before he can even realize how quickly they are headed for destruction.

Baelfire wasn’t meant to find out about Milah, not like this, not when he had the time to get riled up before Killian could even get a word in, attempt to explain that he has loved his mother dearly and never meant to hurt either one of them.

(If he’s being honest, though, he doesn’t even know when he planned to tell him. Things were way too serene for him to risk shattering it all.)

Baelfire yells and cries, spits out venom like he’s suddenly become his father’s son, and Killian’s edges are way too sharp for him not to retaliate.

He won’t be abandoned, he won’t be rejected. If Baelfire doesn’t care for him enough to listen, Killian doesn’t care enough to protect him against his own selfish interests. That is how it works, a pirate’s life for you, my boy.

You don’t point a sword at your captain’s throat and expect to survive to tell the tale.

(Still, he begs to be given a second chance, up until the last minute. He begs, and he hopes, and it gets thrown in his face.)

(It’s no matter, he tells himself, he needs Baelfire even less than Baelfire needs him.)

  The second time, he somehow manages to sink even lower.

Of course! I actually really love these two, I had never written something about solely the two of them before, but I kept sneaking them into Swanfire fics so I suppose it was only a matter of time LOL. I hope you’ll enjoy it!

“Hold on a second,” Killian says, moving a step closerand holding up his hand, a deep frown on his face.

Baelfire doesn’t seem all too happy and he’s quick tofinish putting his clothes on. “What?” he asks, in an eager tone that’s morethan quite suspicious.

“Where did all those bruises come from?” Killian asks,anger already burning in the pit of his stomach. Whoever did that is a deadman. A very dead man. Pan’s habit of ripping off people’s shadows will looklike child’s play compared to what he will do to them.

“I fell,” he replies, curtly, adding a nonchalantshrug for good measure.

Killian scoffs. “I wasn’t born yesterday, boy. Those aren’t from a fall.” Baelfiregives him a defiant look, with that same fire that he loved so much in Milah,and he isn’t sure if the thought makes him soften or flares up his anger evenfurther. “Let me see,” he adds, gesturing for him to come closer.

Unsurprisingly, Baelfire doesn’t comply.

“It’s fine, it doesn’t even hurt anymore,” hecomplains, crossing his arms and taking a step back. Unfortunately for him, themovement makes him wince slightly, and Killian remembers that he has been oddlystiff in his movements.

“Baelfire,”he says, forcefully. “Let me see, that’s an order.”

For a moment it looks like he might just protestagain, but in the end he puffs, annoyed, and he gives in. “I just fell,” hegrumbles once again, as he takes off the shirt that he gave him so that hewouldn’t have to keep walking around in a robe.

Killian steps closer to examine the damage, and for afew seconds he can’t even thinkstraight, busy as he is seeing red and plotting murder: there are bruises allover his torso, and if he had to throw a wild guess he’d say they are kicks.

“Who was it?” he growls, and the note of fear onBaelfire’s face probably means that his rage is showing. Good, whoever it waswill spend his last moments shitting his pants.

“Nobody,” Baelfire insists. “I fell.”

There’s no bloody way he’s going to stand for that.“Did you by any chance fall onsomeone’s boot?” he asks, harshly. “Stop lying and tell me who it is so I cansee that they regret it.”

“No,” he replies, stubbornly.