A hook for birthday
Summary: I had some daddy!Killy feels, thanks to captain-matick and this drawing she made, which is awesome btw. It’s a short interaction between Roland and Killian with a bit of CS… You know, everyone loves a pirate! ;]
Note: Thanks to my wonderful beta Miriam Lange.
If there was something Killian Jones had learned in three hundred years, it was that when you feel like someone is looking at you – well, someone is looking at you.
Sitting on a fallen trunk, he scratched his head, acting nonchalant, and drove his gaze all around the camp they’ve been staying at for a few hours. Robin Hood and his Merry Men had kindly invited all of them to join their crew in the middle of the forest in an attempt to think about the best way to face the showdown that was going to happen that night. They still were astonished by the recently revealed blood connection between Regina and Zelena, and they needed to have a plan to take the witch down while the queen was digging into their past to find out how it was possible for her to have a sister who looked so different from her, a sister her mother never mentioned.
His blue eyes sifted the place, looking for the person who was so insistently studying him, and, when they found what they were looking for, a smile tugged his lips and he couldn’t help but frown. Half-hidden behind a tree, there was a little boy not older than five years old, his hair black and shagged, his brown eyes bright and curiously set on the pirate. When the tiny spy realized he got caught, he abruptly disappeared behind the trunk, only to resurface a few seconds later, making Killian chuckle despite everything that was going on. It was Roland, the son Robin told him about during their walk toward the camp.
Killian’s eyebrow raised dramatically, the smile still lingering on his lips, and he stretched his arm to invite the child to come closer. He saw the battle that was raging inside Roland, as if he wanted to know if he was in trouble for getting caught by the man and he really wanted to talk to him at the same time. Glancing at his father who was speaking with the Charmings, it looked like eventually Roland mustered his courage ‘cause he stepped out of the tree and headed towards Killian almost jigging about and puffing his chest out in both the sweetest and funniest way the pirate had ever seen.
“May I help you, little boy?” he asked, his eyes almost shining in tenderness in front of the child. Roland opened his mouth to say something, but his lips shut down before he could pronounce a word. His eyes drifted on the pirate’s silhouette for a while, until they stopped on his hook, and Killian understood. “You can ask me whatever you want!” he pushed Roland, slightly shaking his appendage in front of the boy’s face. At that point, Roland fully smiled at him and took a step closer so that his stomach was brushing against Killian’s knees.
“What is it?” he asked, his voice shrill and filled with puerile excitement.
“A hook,” Killian answered, his heart aching at the memory of Bae, a different but still so innocent curiosity in his eyes when he taught him about stars and navigation and knots. The pain in his chest grew and, for a moment, he felt the same despair he faced during the funeral, when he buried the only child he had ever loved, his last connection to Milah.
“Is it real?” Roland asked and his voice drew Killian’s attention, so that the pain weakened for an instant.
“You bet!” he told him and he couldn’t help but smile back at Roland when he looked at him as if he was the most amazing person he had ever seen in his life. No one had ever looked at him that way, Killian told himself. “That’s why they call me Captain Hook.”
“Captain of what?” Killian could see and smell it, the sizzling Roland was feeling, and he chuckled, stretching his arm to ruffle the child’s hair with his good hand.
“A ship, of course.” He fell quiet for a second, bending down until their gaze was at the same height. “A pirate ship.” And he winked, while Roland gasped in surprise and placed his little hands on Killian’s knees.
“You are a pirate?” he squeaked, shifting from foot to foot. “I am a bandit!”
At those words, Killian couldn’t stand it anymore and burst into laughter. Despite the fact that he could have been offended by his reaction, Roland seemed pleased by his laugh, as if it was commendable to make the captain of a pirate ship guffaw that way. Once again, Killian ruffled his hair with affection, his blue eyes bright brilliant.
“You are, aren’t you?” Roland nodded and he resembled his father so closely that the pirate got a glimpse of the man he was going to be in the future.
“Does it have a name?”
“Aye, lad.” He said and lifted a finger to correct him. “It’s a she and her name is Jolly Roger.”
It looked like the boy was savoring the name in an attempt to imagine how she was and what it was like to be on a ship named like that.
“I like it.” Roland asserted. “Is she beautiful?”
“She’s a marvel and she served me all too well during these years. We had many adventures together.”
His last words were his conviction. All of a sudden, Roland crawled up Killian’s legs and sat on his lap, inviting him to narrate stories of curses, and battles, and storms, asking him how it was to have a hook and what he could do with it, begging him to promise to take him on the Jolly Roger someday.
From the other side of the camp, more than one person was enjoying that charming scene, some of them surprised, some pleased, some amused. Arms crossed on her chest, Emma smiled softly and shook her head, unwilling to believe that the ruthless Captain Hook who had murdered and stolen was the same person she was looking at, a five-year-old boy sat on his lap who was squeezing his hook and intertwining his hooked index finger with the steel appendage. He was striking, she had to admit it.
“He’s kinda cute, uh?” Her mother’s voice surprised her, making Emma jump and instinctively put a hand on her heart. Her eyebrows furrowed and a grin replaced the sweetness of her previous smile.
“Did he win you over, by chance?” Emma asked and Mary Margaret stood next to her, hands casually resting on her bump while she was looking at Killian and Roland.
“He’s unbearable, he really is, but I think he’s different than he looks. And he has proven himself as a fighter and a trustworthy man,” she murmured, as if she was weighing her words and Killian’s actions at the same time, just to be sure she wasn’t giving him a benefit he didn’t deserve. “And it was all for you.”
At those words Emma sighed, her heart aching in pain and relief. It was too much to handle for her, especially after Neal’s death. She could still feel the warmth leaving his body, she could still see the life abandoning his eyes, she could still remember the last words he whispered to his father. Blinking, Emma swallowed hard, trying to push away the knot in her throat, and, when her mother took her hand and unraveled her arms, she couldn’t help but look at her with the bare despair she was overwhelmed with.
“He’s such a pain in the ass,” Emma said eventually and her mother laughed, squeezing her fingers tenderly.
“I think we have no idea how much he really is that.”
Roland’s voice drew their attention to the right and all Emma, Mary Margaret, David and Robin could see was the silhouette of the little Hood man running across the camp and towards them. Killian was just behind him, a smirk tugging his lips. Robin bended down his knees.
“What’s there, Roland?” he asked, smiling softly at his son.
“Can I have a hook for my birthday?”
“Wh-What?” Robin furrowed, David chuckled and Emma couldn’t help but look at the pirate, who grinned back at her.
“I want a hook just like Killian. May I?”
“You take some sort of delight from causing trouble, don’t you?” Emma told him, when her mother let go off her hand and joined David, letting Killian come closer to her daughter for a whispered conversation.
“I don’t do it on purpose. You said yourself that I know how to charm a girl, even though I think it is a restrained definition since I charmed a child this time.” She could feel his swagger growing by the minute and she knew she should have been annoyed, but she wasn’t. Instead she smiled and sighed, shaking her head, and, when she felt him towering over her, so close that she instinctively gazed at her father to be sure he wasn’t looking, her eyes met his in reprimand. She knew he was about to say something inappropriate; she just didn’t know what that was, neither was expecting it when his words left his mouth.
“But I promise I won’t charm all of our children, so that you’ll have some of them by your side. You know I like a fair fight,” he whispered in her ear and Emma gasped, her lips splitting up as if she wanted to say something, her cheeks ignited. But it was too late, ‘cause he already was with Robin and Roland, trying to make up for his mistakes. When their gazes met again, he grinned at her and Emma shot daggers at him.
He was such a pain in the ass.