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Felix never liked being the centre of attention. The feeling of eyes constantly trained on him as he went about his day was enough to make his skin crawl. It didn’t help that he managed to stand out so clearly in a crowd so it came as no surprise when he caught you staring at him from across the campfire.

Leaning against a tree with a branch you had been carving into an arrow in hand, it was amazing how you hadn’t accidentally cut yourself yet.

The flames acted as a barrier between you two but even with the flames licking high up in the air, Felix still caught your gaze that seemed to stare into his soul.

It sent shivers down his spine. Different from sickening feeling of his skin crawling and instead replaced discomfort with nervousness.

What was so intriguing about him that you felt the need to stare? What was there about him that you didn’t already know? He was an open book to you but if that were the case why were you staring at him like he was something new?

And more importantly, why did he care?

“Frollo went crazy when he found out that I escaped,” you spoke quietly, restarting your story and instantly Jefferson’s hand found yours again. You loved him for that. His touch gave you the strength you needed to carry on.

“He hunted down my people. Locked them up. Those of us that weren’t hiding over there,” you pointed towards the cemetery. “We had this underground small city almost called The Court of Miracles. It’s how we were safe from men like him. Not this time however. When he couldn’t get to us, he got to the people that normally took us in. He burned down houses sometimes with people inside.”

Jefferson saw the way you looked into the distance and heard the way your voice started to tremor. He knew you were blaming yourself just like he had earlier. He wasn’t having it.

“It wasn’t your fault. Nothing that happened. It was on him,” Jefferson gently, but firmly reminded you. You smiled sadly, giving his hand a small squeeze.

“If I hadn’t have hid…” you started and Jefferson shook his head.

“You don’t know. You can’t know. A guy like that. The entire city might still have burned,” he said quietly and you nodded.

“It did. He tricked Quasi into thinking he knew where I was. So he came to see me. To warn me. Frollo followed him and he locked all the gypsies up. He put me on the pire claiming I was a witch,” you continued your story, smiling sadly at the confused look on Jefferson’s face.

“What does a witch have to do with him being insane and burning people?” he asked and you sighed.

“In my time. In this world. Magic was seen as wicked. All magic. Thousands of women were burned and drowned even if they had no magic. That’s how it disappeared from the world I think. People got scared to use it and it was forgotten.” Jefferson wore a look of disgust as you told him this and he couldn’t wait to leave this place. As bad as Regina was at least she had never been that insane and she was getting better. Storybrooke wasn’t that bad of a home he thought, smiling a little thinking getting back from this journey it might become better still. Grace would like you. He knew it.

“He tied Quasi up here.” You pointed to the balcony and the pillars behind you. Your motion tore Jefferson from his thoughts and he noticed you had started shaking. He, careful not to look down as he moved, shifted a little closer to you so your side was pressed against his with your hands still linked resting on your thigh.

“Frollo he… He told me to marry him. Share his bed. If I did I would be spared from the flames.” You felt Jefferson tense up next to you and you looked up into his eyes. “I spat in his face.”

A proud smile spread across Jefferson’s face. He still wanted to kill the guy even if he knew he was already dead, but you standing up for yourself was even better. Your strength and courage was admirable and one of the things Jefferson was falling for the hardest.

“I still feel the flames on my skin and the smoke going into my lungs.” Your eyes pooled with tears as you rested your head against Jefferson’s shoulder overlooking the city. “I don’t remember much after that. I remember Quasi swinging down and lifting me free. I remember the city catching fire and it looked like a sea of flames beneath us when Frollo followed him up here. I remember them fighting. I remember falling but I never hit the flames. A portal opened beneath me and when I woke up I was in Atlantis.”

You felt Jefferson’s arm around you, pulling you closer. Keeping you as if he was afraid you would fall and disappear once again.

“How?”

“I have no idea…” you began before a voice sounded beside you.

“We do…”

You screamed in surprise and Jefferson acted quickly, pulling you off the rail with him and shoving you behind his back. His eyes however was as wide as yours watching the odd sight of three very much alive gargoyles hopping towards you.

“What the hell is that?” Jefferson asked, emphasizing “that”, but before you could once again claim your ignorance the little round one spoke.

“We are gargoyles. I’m Hugo. That’s Victor and Laverne,” he explained, getting up close to Jefferson staring him down. Jefferson wasn’t quite sure what to make of the statue glaring at him but he didn’t like it one bit.

“Quasimodo brought us to life,” the tall one explained. “He passed on peacefully decades ago, but his magic still lingers.”

Jefferson wanted to protest and pull you back behind him when you stepped forward with a curious expression on your face. He however knew you well enough to know that would only get him punched so he stayed close to you instead.

“Magic? Quasi didn’t have magic,” you insisted and the female gargoyle smiled.

“He didn’t know he did for a long time. We never told him that him giving us life meant that he did. We thought he knew,” she explained, hanging her head. Apparently rocks could have regret too, you thought.

“He was the product of true love,” Victor explained. “A savior. He rebuild this city after it burned. He watched over it.”

“Frollo?” you asked and Laverne took your hand, to ease your mind.

“He fell. Burning with the old city. With Quasi’s help new leaders rose. The city was reborn. His magic was unstable though. Opening the portal was his fear of losing you. He never figured out how to bring you back,” she spoke sadly.

“I was trapped under a spell in Atlantis for decades until I met a mermaid who freed me. Ariel,” you explained to the Gargoyles and Jefferson that stayed close against you, his arm resting comfortably around your waist. “It wasn’t Quasi’s fault. He saved my life.”

You looked up at Jefferson who smiled down at you, giving you the courage to move on. “She brought me to the enchanted forest. I was searching for a way home when Regina’s spell trapped us all.”

You spend a few hours in the bell tower, sitting with Jefferson listening to the gargoyles tell you of your friend’s life. He never stopped searching for you but near the end he found peace. He learned a way to look into your future using an earring you lost. The gargoyles didn’t know what he saw, but whatever it was had made him happy. Laverne had handed you a folded up drawing he made, before you left with Jefferson, thanking them for showing you their secret.

Jefferson was quiet when the two of you walked out of the cathedral. He kept his hand in yours but his mind was a million miles away. The two of you slipped through the square and down to the river by the old docks where Jefferson could work the magic of the hat without anyone seeing.

“Are you ready to go home?” was the first thing he said to you since the two of you were alone in the bell tower. You frowned stepping in front of him blocking him from throwing his hat.

“In a minute. What’s on your mind, Jefferson?” you asked softly, taking the hat from him and putting in on the ground next to you. You took both his hands in yours looking up into his eyes, trying to will him to talk.

“I’m sorry. I said I’d take you anywhere, but going back in time to see your friend… I don’t know how to do that,” he spoke quietly and you smiled. You truly had underestimated his kindness when you first met. He was nothing like you thought him to be but everything you didn’t know you wanted.

“It doesn’t matter,” you insisted but Jefferson didn’t feel any better. He wanted you with him and if he couldn’t take you back you wouldn’t stay. The bell ringer’s prophecy told him as much.

“The drawing…” he started and you finally understood. You shook your head affectionately, giving his hands a squeeze.

“The drawing won’t show me going back. It will show me moving forward,” you explained smiling at the confusion on Jefferson’s face.

“How do you know?” he asked, sadness still lacing his eyes.

“Because I know Quasi. My happiness would be enough for him to be happy,” you answered, letting go of Jefferson’s hands surprising him by wrapping your arms around his neck. It didn’t take long for him to respond and his hands came to rest on your hips as he looked down into your eyes.

Hope was starting to return to him but he still couldn’t let go completely. “Don’t you want to look?”

“No. I don’t want to see my future,” you answered, standing so close to him your breath warmed his lips. “I’d rather live it.”

You pressed your lips against his and Jefferson closed his eyes, pulling you closely against him. For all you had both been through, you had still found each other. You had found love across worlds and times. A true love that was going to last for the rest of your lifetime.

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Luckily he had never spoken to you. He was always just watching. The child always close by. He wasn’t the only one watching however. Seeing him with the child, almost made you change your mind about him a few times. You should hate him. He was everything you hated. Powerful, magic, selfassure, male.

He just also reminded you of a man you never hated. A man that performed on the streets. Played with the children and made them gush and aw much like Jefferson did playing hide and seek with his duaghter or making minor objects appear behind her ears much to her glee. You watched how gently he pushed her on the swings and how he always caught her jumping off. She trusted him too and he never let her down.

Maybe you could trust him, but it wasn’t like trusting him meant anything after all. You knew every story. You knew every magic bean and hat. You knew their limits. Even if you weren’t quite sure if the hat could work the miracle you so desperately wanted, you knew you could never ask that of the man smiling at you every day in hope that one day you might see that he understood.

If anyone understood the curse of remembering something or someone they’d rather forget it was the man driven mad by his loss. The man that had finally started to regain some sense of himself with the return of his daughter into his care.

He saw the same pained look in your eyes he had seen in the mirror for decades. He knew you had lost someone or something. More than that he also saw the fire slowly dying. You weren’t going mad from your grief, like he did. You were simply slowly withering away. So he made a choice, one he wasn’t sure he if was going to regret. There was something about you though. Something that made him trust you and want to ease your pain. You wouldn’t abandon him or trap him in a faraway world with you. He had seen the small smiles when you watched him and his Grace. You understood she was all he had and all that it had taken for him to lose and regain his sanity.

“Hi there,” Jefferson approached you slipping around the tree you were leaning against. You jumped, glaring up at him. You hadn’t noticed him coming up behind you. You frowned looking around, noticing instantly the absence of his child.

“I’ve seen you been watching me,” Jefferson tried, but the truth was he was a bit rusty approaching people. Truthfully he might never have been all that good at it. He liked the theatrics and having people think they knew him when they really didn’t. For some reason that wasn’t what he wanted with you. He wanted you to see all of him. Trust him.

“Where is your daughter?” You looked around, giving him a suspicious look. Whatever he wanted it couldn’t be good. It couldn’t come without a price. It never did with magic folk like him. Everything came with a price. Usually much steeper than the person paying it could ever predict.

“She’s with a friend. Henry. Sheriff and Mayor’s kid.” Jefferson pulled a face at the last word. There was no love lost between him and Emma, but Regina was the direct cause of years worth of suffering and madness. He had chosen to let it go. For the sake of Grace. But that didn’t mean he enjoyed the thought of his child potentially ending up anywhere near the evil queen, even if that wasn’t completely all evil anymore.

“I was thinking you and me could go on a small trip,” Jefferson suggested, flipping the hat off his head, spinning it between his fingers.

Your eyes instantly narrowed at the man and you hissed, “How about you fuck off?” You twirled around on your heels heading back down into town to find a new hide away for the day. Far away from the Mad Hatter and the likes of him.

“Anywhere you wanna go?” Jefferson called out after her, not really knowing what else to do. He had thought she would have jumped at the chance to find whatever it was she was morning.

You stopped in your tracks, taking a deep breath before turning back around to look at him. The smirk on his face made you wanna storm towards him and slap him silly, but he was trying to help so you bite down your anger. It was hard. The mistrust of any man, especially the ones of magic and power, ran deep. Only you had nothing left to lose by trusting him.

“Even a place without magic?” you asked, causing the man in front of you to smile.

“Every place holds magic unless magic keeps it at bay,” he answered, twirling the hat and a swirl of blue surrounded it. The hatter offered you his hand, hesitating for a moment you took it and jumped with him into the hat. How you could be both inside it and it being back in his hand you’d never understand. You weren’t quite the witch people had believed you to be, back when you were from.

“Tell me where you want to go, Y/N,” Jefferson asked as you wide eyed looked around the seemingly endless room of doors.

“Paris,” your voice were quiet but almost meak. You were afraid to return but you knew you had to. The people… Your people you had left behind still needed you. You needed them.

You heard his voice. You heard him ask you to stay close. That the only way to return was together. You heard the pain in his voice. It was the pain that broke you from your trance and your eyes met his steel blue ones.

“I won’t betray you. You have my word,” you promised and Jefferson nodded quietly as he picked a door stepping through with you right behind him.

The sight that met you was nothing like you had foreseen. It was not the Paris you had left behind. You knew that. Deep down you knew that and still you had never felt more lost as you watched the cars flash by in the city you barely even recognized.

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You noticed whenever Graham would talk about her, how great she was doing as deputy, that there was a spark in his eye. Something you hadn't seen in him since as long as you could think. He had more or less simply functioned, his job dull with no real crime happening around. You always made it your daily goal to make him smile at least once a day even before you went out, but even over the months of your relationship you noticed he was missing something. He seemed to have found it now.

If a couple of days with the admittedly pretty woman had such an impact on him what would happen in weeks or months? Emma seemed determined on out stubborning Ms Mills so there was no hope she'd leave your life alone. It was probably only matter of time till Graham would move on, do better than a girlfriend who wouldn't even make him as happy as a stranger could. You saw your relationship crash and burn whenever he'd tell you about his day with Emma down at the station.

"Why are you so brooding today, (Y/n)?" Whale asked while dropping a huge pile of charts on your desk "You know I'd be more than happy to cheer you up."

"Last time I checked you wanted to cheer up nurse Tiana" You replied with an eye roll. Working in the hospital wasn't bad same as Doctor Whale wasn't a bad person, but his hitting on every single nurse became old and annoying ages ago.

"Why settle on second best if my pretty little (Y/n) needed me?" He winked.

"I'll let you know when I need you" Shrugging you looked down at all the new medical charts. Damn he would make you late for dinner with Graham. Dinner with Graham! Suddenly you remembered why you had been brooding all day. He had texted you earlier just after your shift stated that he'd pick you up for dinner, he apparently had something important to discuss with you. After that text it didn't take a genius to figure out that your boyfriend finally caught on onto what woman made him happy and whom he needed to dump first.

You didn't look forward to that conversation.

Like every day your shift ended at five when the nurses for the night shift turned up and went over the details of the day - nothing out of the ordinary today, just like always. Today you took your sweet time however explaining to them how nothing happened and after that for changing out of your scrubs and into casual clothes. Had you known Graham wanted to get dinner you would have brought something a bit more impressive, but on the other hand why bothering to dress up for getting dumped. Your heart felt heavy as you thought about losing Graham while blankly staring into the mirror. Maybe a new hair cut to spice things up would have done wonders to keeping his interest or maybe you could have tried to look more stunning and confident. You sighted, maybe he wasn't meant to be yours in the first place.

A knock on the changing room disrupted your thoughts. It was time to face the world again. "For the last time Whale, I don't need your help dressing or undressing!" You yelled while grabbing both your jacket and bag. When you opened the door forcefully you ran square into a broad chest you know all too well. Graham smiled as he simply held onto you and kissed your hair. "Please tell me you're kidding and Whale doesn't actually suggest such things?"

"He's way too scared of me to dare that" You shrugged out of his arms ignoring his confusion about the brief hello-hug "I know where his precious car is parked - and where the keys are." And where he keeps his 'work' alcohol, you added mentally.

"Planning on stealing cars are we?" Graham slid his arm around your waist before leaning in to whisper in your ear "I might have to handcuff you for that"

You just hummed unsure of what to say. To be honest you had expected him to be more distant and serious even before actually telling you to get out of his life. Maybe he was pretending? Probably, playing safe till you got some privacy, so you could save face in front of your colleagues. You'd hate to have the gossipy night nurses watch every step of your breakup. Graham was considering like that even to the woman he no longer loved or never had.

"You're awfully quiet" He said as you left the hospital to walk down to grannies "Something happened at work today?"

"Nothing unusual" You tried to smile casual "How was the station?"

"Quiet."

You entered the diner and Ruby immediately jumped on you. She looked super excited for some reason, her usual fidgety and energetic personality was even more on edge while a gigantic smile was plastered on her face. "Got the table you wanted, sheriff" You smiled and she let both of you to a nice secluded table with candles and flowers. Graham smiled at the waitress before he pulled out the chair for you. Really this was pretty grand for a break up diner, but you didn't complain the table was nice and private, so the nosy rest of Storybook would have to mind their own business.

Graham sat opposite you with a small smile on his lips, he seemed to study you intently which caused you to get even more nervous.

"What are you looking at?" You grumbled with a small huff, his smile didn't even falter at your harsh words.

"Just you" He replied. Before you could protest Ruby came with two wine glasses and a subtle wink as she put yours down in front of you. After the young woman was gone again Graham took your hands from across the table, automatically your eyes shot up to meet his.

"(Y/n), I've been thinking" Oh so her it came "A lot changed recently with Emma coming to town and joining me at the station."

You nodded warily, already preparing for the worst. And she's better than you. She made me realise I could do better. She makes me happy like you never could.

"I know the whole town is going crazy about her and the mayor, but I don't care. I think it's great to have someone else down at the station, someone who can handle a drunk miner. She's a real help, you know."

"I get it she's perfect" You snapped, having heard enough "I'll get the little things I ever left at your place after my shift tomorrow." You got up, not able to sit through the rest of this. With a deep breath you grabbed your jacket and bag and made your way through the diner. All you wanted was to go home and be sad and angry and a mess.

That plan went out the window, when someone grabbed your wrist just outside the diner. As you turned you faced a very confused and sad Graham.

"(Y/n) what was that?" He asked his voice shaken "I thought we were doing okay? I know my job often clashes with your shifts and that some days I could do a better job at cooking - That's why I took you out tonight in the first place." He sighted, a hand combing through his hair and making a mess of it "I… We… I didn't see it coming. But if that's how you feel about us, that's okay. I want you to be happy, (y/n/n)."

"You make me happy, Graham" You smiled slipping your wrist from his grip to squeeze his hands "But I'm not selfish enough to keep you if I can clearly see how someone else makes you happy. You and Emma are probably meant to be or something."

He met your eyes and the relief written all over it made your heart shatter. Suddenly you were pulled into a tight hug and spun around in a circle right under a street lamp. Any other timing and it would have been the perfect romantic moment. Right now you hated the uncalled for public display of affection. When Graham finally set you down again his bright smile was overwhelming and nothing like he ever smiled at you.

"So if I tell you I have zero romantic feelings for Emma you won't move out? Because tonight was about asking the opposite actually." Graham pulled out a small box of his pocket and popped the lid open. There lay a small silvery necklace with a key attached to it. "With Emma I have help at the station. I can schedule my shifts better which gives me more time for other things.” His voice turned more serious – He must have put a lot of thought into what came next “(Y/n), I want this other things to be us. You made me happy when I didn't have much else but a dull job and an empty apartment. You are amazing and I could never love anyone like I love you. I want this, us, to be together.” His soft hand cradled your cheek, bringing your eyes from the key chain up to meet his “Will you move in with me?"

"So he's in town?" You casually asked Emma who mentioned who else made it to Storybrooke after she and Snow returned. Hook and the Queen of hearts, an interesting combination to say the least. You had no business with the second, she had been long gone (apparently off to Wonderland) before you had set foot into the Enchanted Forest. However Killian’s arrival didn’t sit well with your stomach, you hadn’t seen him in years although he had been the first person you checked for after getting your memories back. The moment you realized he wasn’t in Storybrooke you felt both sad and angered with yourself for even hoping. The Killian Jones you’d been friends with, who you loved, was gone.

 You first came to the Enchanted Forest after quitting the pirate's life once and for all. You've never been one for rum and girls weren't exactly up your ally either, so why bother. The reason you joined a different side of the law didn't need you anymore, apparently never needed nor wanted you. So you got out and here you were, some port you had never set foot in with nothing but the cloths on your back. Ready for your next adventure, ready to move on.

 However you knew one person who'd be more than interested in the arrival of the wonderland queen. You'd never talked about the exact extent of his past relationship with her, but you always had a feeling that the woman he called Cora had been more than the mother of the woman he needed to cast his curse. Cora had been special, in either a very good or very bad way to Rumpelstiltskin. And he would probably like to know the news of her arrival.

 Having some kind of friendship with the dark one didn't put you in the best books with people, but it wasn't like you cared. People weren't lining up to become friends with an ex pirate who knew how to drink, swear and cheat. That there was more to you than that and your rough past didn't matter. So you took all the friends or rather alleys you could get.

Your first meeting with Rumple had been quite intriguing. He came around asking for someone who knew where a certain pirate’s ship might lie because said cocky pirate stole something of his. Of course the kind people in the tavern all pointed him towards you, pirate that you were. So one evening he cornered you, which you did not appreciate in the least. You got out of the life once and for all. When he started talking about making some kind of deal you snapped, fed up with his arrogance and attempts at intimidation.

"Oi mate, if you want to find the captain go look and don't bother strangers" You growled.

"Don't you know who you're mouthing off to?"

“How would I?” You snapped back, not at least intimidated by his strange skin and the murderous gleam in his eyes. As a pirate you faced more than one big mouthed arrogant sailor. “You never introduced yourself, only started empty threats and demanding to know things.”

“The name is Rumpelstiltskin” He paused for drama and a weird smile appeared on his thin lips “And believe me, dearie, my threats are never empty.”

“Congrats” You muttered, still not buying his threatening crap fully, but strangely fascinated with his self-assured grin. At least he didn’t mind talking to ‘a dirty pirate’ “My drink is. Buy me another one and gimme a name and I see what I know.”

 “Hey” You entered Gold’s pawn shop with a tight smile. The whole way over you had been looking over your shoulder half hoping, half scared to meet Kilian’s familiar face and eyes. It had been so long, but felt like yesterday that you last met his eyes.

“How’s my favourite assistant?” Rumple smiled as you entered, looking up from some book or scroll he had spread out on the shop counter. His eyes were something else and ever since you got your memories back you had a hard time getting your head around his now normal looking skin. The green-ish shade and the whole scaly look had oddly grown on you.

“I’m your only assistant, remember?” You rolled your eyes fondly “Unless you got Belle to talk to you again…”

“Let’s not talk about it” He groaned, closing his eyes for a second as his hand came up to cover his eyes in a painful-filled gesture. As the only person Rumple really ever considered a friend you knew everything about how he fell for his help back in the Enchanted Forest, how he mourned her back then and how she turned up at his shop shortly before Emma broke the curse. Although you never met the woman personally, you liked her spirit. In a different life the two of you could have been great friends.

“I’m not saying I’m the relationship expert, but talking might help” You smiled kindly, knowing that he wouldn’t take your advice anyway.

 “You’ve been moping around all day, dearie” You heard a familiar voice behind you, which caused you to twitch a little. However since it was a quite familiar voice you didn’t mind so much. Who would expect a creature that could teleport to ever knock on the door anyway? “I’ve got a minute before I need to collect some debts. Want to talk about it?”

Not particularly, you thought. Today was the one day a year you were always reminded what the past had been like and how much things changed. It was Kilian’s birthday, a day you would normally have spent together dreaming of a different life while watching the stars either from the shore or his ship.

“What if you didn’t like what I told you, huh?” You asked casually, not meeting Rumple’s eyes instead looking out the window at the blue sky that would soon turn darker and then fill with stars.

“Already made enough people cry for one day, I’ll spare your life, dearie” There was teasing in his voice that slightly lightened your mood. That’s why you loved your friendship so much, Rumple would always be able to make you smile with his overdramatic gestures or teasing sarcasm. “Talking might help.”

“Remember the night we met?” You asked taking a deep breath “When you asked about that pirate?”

“I remember”

“I might not only have known the name of the man you were looking for, but also his whereabouts. I quitted his services a couple of days before.” Another pause as your eyes fixed on the single white cloud on the otherwise spotless sky, “It’s his birthday today.”

“And you’re still hopelessly in love with the bastard?” “Aye”

 “(Y/n)!” Suddenly a rough voice you haven’t heard in years, but still remember as fresh as on the day you left, called your name. Killian. So he did find you in her after all. “And if it isn’t the bloody crocodile.”

You still had your back towards Killian so you could see the murderous glance in Rumple’s eyes, the two of them had obviously history too. Before they could get more into the fight that was about to happen between them, you turned. Killian didn’t look a day older than you remembered, his grey eyes and short black hair still messy as always. With hair like his he would have never made a good marine anyway, they were blowing into every thinkable direction when the rough wind of the sea went through them. It gave him a rough edge and an adventurous look. God, you missed him.

“Seems like you haven’t stolen one, but both the woman I loved” Kilian’s eyes were filled with pure hatred and anger, his hand went for his sword without breaking eye contact with Rumple. He completely ignored your presence, standing right between them.

“You’re one to talk about stealing, pirate. Milah was mine first.” Rumple sneered back, you could feel power radiating off him. Both men were in over their heads, filled with hate for each other.

“Milah loved me! As I loved her” Killian yelled, his face growing red with anger as his eyes darted towards you for a split second. The anger you saw in his grey eyes only seemed to increase at your sight. “And (Y/n) was never yours! You stole her! I would have gotten her back, I would…”

“Nothing” It was your time to yell now “You didn’t want me, you bloody bastard.”

 “How was the tavern, captain?” You asked in a light tone, only slightly teasing as you smelled the cheap perfume mixed with alcohol on Killian. He’d been drinking and probably sleeping around again. A true pirate.

“None of your business, lassie” He growled back as he made his way on board the ship, his walk was slightly swaying. Internally you sighted while you wanted to yell at him to get a grip. This wasn’t him! This wasn’t the man you grow up with, the man you fell in love years ago. That man had been kind, curious and only slightly daring. But the new captain of the Jolly Rodgers was different, he was a pirate through and through.

“Just asking” You shrugged only barely covering the hurt. It had been a not so recent development that he started talking down on you, his former fond ‘lass’ turned into a snide ‘lassie. Never before had it bothered him to have a woman on board his ship, you had sailed as an honest sailor under his brother and later under him. But apparently the navy had been more open minded about female sailors than a bloody pirate.

“I don’t need your asking” He growled annoyed for no reason “I don’t need you to worry either. I’m a grown man, a pirate. I don’t need a bloody babysitter back on my ship looking at me all disapproving.” His voice had gotten more and more of an edge as his annoyance transformed more and more into anger. With more swaying steps he came up closer to you, so you could smell the rum in his breath, as he pocked his index finger harshly into your chest, “Actually, I don’t need you at all.”

 “So don’t blame Rumple.” You finished your angry hissing, not even taken aback by his obvious surprise. His eyes were open a fraction wider than normal while his mouth stood open as to protest but no words came out.

“You didn’t want me, Killian Jones.”

“It’s captain Hook now – Thanks to the bloody crocodile.”

“You don’t need a bloody babysitter, remember?” Your face twisted at the memory of his harsh words “I don’t care anymore.”

“(Y/n)…” His eyes widened even more, shock and hurt written all over his face. The man you had loved for so long stood in front of you, all broken and devastated. And while it broke your heart you were only all too aware how he came in threatening the one friend you had made and kept in all your life. Everyone else had either died like Liam or told you they didn’t want you like Killian.