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piracytheorist · 5 years

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Outward-Bound (1/1)

Summary: Old, dishevelled, broken-hearted Hook is drowning his sorrows in alcohol, when he happens upon a familiar face, someone he never imagined he’d see again.

Note: I’m purposefully being cryptic about this, not tagging any characters. I started this about... wow, a year ago. I’m technically two days (in my timezone) late for Old Hook day, but who cares? I have feels™ to share.

Warnings: Alcoholism and a bit of non-descriptive vomiting.

Word count: ~2.5k AO3

outward-bound adjective (of a ship or passenger) going away from home.

He hums a melody through his nose as he sloshes the remains of his ale in the stein. He doesn’t remember where he heard that song, or what it’s about. He just hums it to the end before he finishes his drink, to his dismay.

He really would do better with a bit of water, but he couldn’t care less about that now.

“Hey, lad!” he shouts at the waiter. “More ale!”

Hook can see the man approach slowly with empty hands. “I think you’ve had enough."

“I don’t,” he starts, raising a finger, “... care... what you think.” He pats his finger on the table. "I'm paying here and demand more... ale." His voice drops, and he looks up at the man.

"Look, we don't want any trouble," the man says, resting his hands on the table. "We have food, we have water, but booze's out for you-"

Before he can finish his sentence, Hook grabs a dagger from an inner pocket and drives it into the table, between two of the man's fingers. The man yells in surprise and pulls away, looking at his hand in shock.

Hook pulls the dagger off the table and stands up, holding it high towards the waiter. "It would be best for you to listen to me, lad," he says slowly, his eyes not focusing right. He pushes his grey locks away from his face with his hook.

"What's going on here?"

Hook turns slowly to the source of the voice. An old man roughly his age appears behind the waiter holding a bat. Hook snorts. "Swing that thing around, 'tis no match for me hook," he slurs as he raises said appendage and smiles.

"You've had enough, mate. Come on." The old man approaches him with his bat lowered. "You'd better leave before things get tense."

There's something about his voice, his hair, his raised eyebrow, that tickles something in Hook, something he can't quite place. He raises an eyebrow himself and looks him up and down. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

The man sighs and shrugs. "I've had this tavern for years. You probably visited at some point. Now come on." He steps closer and pats him on the shoulder. "Let's go."

"Let me, father," the young man offers.

"It's alright Liam, I can handle him."

Liam?

Hook freezes. He looks at the young man, then at the older man next to him. Looking at him better, he realizes. Sure, he grew old and grey - just like him - and his eyes may look a little glazed now too, but he'd never forget that face.

Brennan Jones.

His father.

Hook stares at him with his mouth open. The old man - Brennan - turns back to him and pats him on the shoulder again, signaling him to leave.

"You bastard," Hook whispers. He raises his dagger and goes to stab him, but the young man grabs his wrist before he can do any damage. Regardless, Hook keeps pushing, adamant to drive the dagger through his heart.

"Stop!" he hears someone say, but ignores him.

"You bastard!" Hook says again. "How dare you!" He manages to break free of the man's hold of his arm, only to feel two big, strong hands grab him from behind and push him against the table. Hook groans as he struggles to get free, to no avail, losing his grip on the dagger. "Let me go!" he says.

"Thank you, Tom," Brennan says and turns to look at him. Hook grunts again, still trying to break free, but his aged body and his drunken state are only making things more difficult. "Let's get him out of here."

"Ah, so that's how it is. First you abandon me on the high seas, now you'll abandon me on the side of the road."

Brennan freezes, and the young man - bloody hell, his name's Liam - turns to look at him.

"Come on, father, he's out of his mind," Liam says.

Brennan leans towards the table and brushes Hook's hair from his face. Hook sees his eyes travel up and down his face, before he mutters, "Killian?"

"Glad to see you remember my name."

Brennan blinks rapidly and shakes his head. "Killian? Ho-how? Wh-how...?"

"Father, what's going on?" Liam says.

"Oh, he doesn't know," Hook says, turning to look at him, then back at Brennan. "Can't say I'm surprised."

"Who are you? How do you know my father?"

He turns back to the young man - his younger brother. "Believe it or not, he's my father too." He laughs, not bothering to see the reaction on the young man's face. "What a family reunion, innit?" The man behind him lets go, and Hook straightens his back. He looks around the tavern - everyone's looking at them. "Indeed! Brennan Jones' former son is back, and guess what, he's ol' Captain Hook now!"

"Son..." Brennan says.

"Don't you bloody call me that," Hook says, turning around and extending his hand, having forgotten he doesn't have that dagger anymore.

"Let's take it somewhere else."

"No, we-" His words are cut off by his stomach heaving suddenly. He leans forward and retches on the floor, supporting himself on the table. He hears disgusted sounds from the patrons, but he can't bring himself to care.

"Tom, can you give me a hand?" Brennan says, and then Hook feels the same strong arms slip under his armpits and carry him somewhere, away from the murmurs in the tavern. He's set down, he supposes on the floor, and then a door closes and someone kneels down next to him.

"Killian..."

He opens his eyes. "Don't say anything. I don't want to hear anything from you."

"Take this," Liam says and offers him a mug.

Smiling, Hook brings it to his lips and starts downing its contents, until he realizes it's just plain water. "Ugh," he mutters.

"You're fooling yourself if you think I'm letting you get any drunker than that."

"Would you look at that?" Hook says, looking up at his brother. "So considerate! You raised him well." He turns towards Brennan. "Unlike others you sold into servitude."

"What?"

"Liam, give us a moment."

"Father, what-"

"Liam, please! I'll explain everything later."

Hook looks up at Liam's distraught face. He both hates him for getting everything he didn't and he wants to protect him from whatever betrayal this monster may have up his sleeve for yet another son of his. Liam just shakes his head and leaves.

Brennan turns his attention back to him, eyes once again going all over him. "Killian... what happened to you?"

Hook snorts. "It's easier to say what didn't happen to me."

"How did you survive this long?"

"Neverland. I was biding my time until I could find a way to kill an immortal. Where did you run off to after trading us for a bloody rowboat?"

"You were here, all along. And your brother?"

Hook narrows his eyes at him, noting that he hasn't answered. "Liam," he says, as if reminding him of his first son's name, "... was not so fortunate. How are you still alive?"

Brennan sighs. "I was caught. As soon as I reached port, I was arrested, and put under a sleeping curse."

It takes Hook a few moments to process what he said. He was caught... arrested... "You were caught?"

"Aye, not long after I left."

"You traded us," Hook says, pointing at his chest, "for a bloody rowboat, to escape, and you tell me now that it didn't work? That Liam and I grew up in servitude for nothing?"

Brennan closes his eyes and lowers his head. "It was wrong, and cowardly of me. I know that-"

"The hell it was!" Hook yells at the top of his lungs, and he can hear the noises from behind the door lower. "How could you face yourself?! How could you raise another child after what you did?!"

"I fell in love. The woman, who... who woke me up from my curse, we got married, and we had Liam."

"Liam," Hook says, scoffing. "Named after the son you abandoned. Was he that easy to replace?"

"I wasn't trying to replace him. I was trying to honour him. Him and you both. To remind myself to never make that mistake again." Brennan reaches with his hand and rests it on Hook's. Hook snatches it away in disgust. "I saw the error of my ways. I knew that I couldn't really go back and fix what I did. So when Liam came into my life... I found a way to redeem myself."

Hook looks up at him. He'd be lying if he said that didn't resonate with him... how could he berate him, after what he'd done to Baelfire? After how he'd found a reason to live in Alice?

"I'm truly sorry, Killian."

Hook squeezes his eyes shut, the pain almost physical. How long? How many times had he wished his father would come back and apologize? How many cold, lonely nights had he held on to that stupid, childish wish?

It's now he realizes how little it matters. How a few words can't and won't heal the centuries-old wounds. The dam breaks and his head drops, tears falling from his eyes as his chest starts shaking from the sobs.

"I'm so sorry," Brennan says and comes closer, wrapping his arms around Hook's shoulders. And damn him, Hook can't stop him. He hates him, he hates him so much, but he's also missed... this. Allowing someone to care for him. And that hole in his chest keeps asking for more, so Hook leans his head on that bastard's shoulder and cries his heart out. He hates how he remembers his scent. He hates how Brennan pulls him close and rubs softly at his back. He hates how he doesn't want to pull away.

He must've passed out next to him, he thinks. He wakes up on a big bench in the empty tavern, a blanket covering him and a soft pillow under his head. He grunts, feeling as if his head is being stabbed from all places. He opens his eyes to see Brennan walk towards him, a bowl in his hands.

"Thought I could bring you something to eat. We only had stew with lettuce but I left only the meat. I remember you didn't like lettuce in your food."

His proud smile breaks Hook's heart. "That was Liam. I loved lettuce in my stew."

"Oh, sorry. I must have gotten confused," he sits down on the opposite bench, setting the bowl on the table.

Hook sits up, his head spinning. "Well, what can you do? Now that you had another son, things can get confusing," he says, irony dripping with every word.

Brennan at least has the decency to show shame. "Killian... I meant what I said earlier. I'm truly sorry, if I could go back-"

Hook picks up the spoon, and cuts him off. "Good for you. Are you feeling better now? Do you feel you've repented?"

Bloody hypocrite, he tells himself. It's not like you'd do anything if Baelfire was still alive.

"No," Brennan says, surprising him. "I'll never be able to make it up to you. But with Liam..." His lips twitch. "I was given a second chance, and I didn't intend to throw it away."

Well, doesn't that sound familiar. "Where is his mother?"

Brennan looks down. "It's been... years. Liam barely remembers her anymore... She got sick." He shakes his head. "She never recovered."

Oh, bloody hell. How similar did their stories have to be?

I want to be just like you.

Hook stops eating and rests his forehead on his hand, once again feeling like vomiting and crying.

"Are you alright?"

"No," he says sullenly. "How can I ever be alright?"

"Stay, Killian. Stay here."

His suggestion catches him by surprise and he looks up at him. "And do what? Call for you to light the lamp at night?" Hook shakes his head. "It's not... you can't just go back. The damage is done."

"You're alone, aren't you?"

He almost says no. He wants to throw to this bastard's face that despite what he did to him, Hook still knew better... didn't he?

"What's it to you?"

"Gods, Killian, you're my son. I made a huge mistake, but I want to make up for it. I want you to not be alone anymore."

"How would you know to help me? You have no idea what I went through."

"I can try and-"

"Help yourself." He pushes the bowl away from him, splattering broth and small pieces of meat on the table and sits up abruptly, ignoring how his head is spinning.

"Killian..."

He stops, however, and turns towards him. "Stop. Just accept it, old man. You can't fix what you broke." There's a part of him that hates himself for what he's saying. A part that knows that Hook deserves to hear those words too, even if he hates them. "You have your chance for redemption." He swallows hard, feeling tears prickle his eyes. "Don't screw this one up."

Brennan looks at him, and he's sure he sees tears in his eyes too.

Well, serves him right. Hook's too far gone for anyone's help now. And... Liam... is all grown-up, and blissfully ignorant of his father's sins, but at least... Well, he does have his father, doesn't he? Why would he need his half-brother, whom he barely knows, worry for him?

Brennan doesn't even react when he sees him grab a bottle of booze from a nearby table. Hook doesn't know what exactly is inside, and he doesn't care. With one last look at his father, clean and put together, close to his child, a stark contrast to him, he turns away and leaves.

He's already downed a few good gulps before he's even turned at the corner. Oh, sweet burn. Really, how could a man who sells this stuff for a living help him?!

Some more gulps, and his vision has blurred, and he's not sure whether the bottle is now half-empty or half-full, but perhaps if he looks at the bottle that way, wait wasn't there another tavern-

"Attention, villagers!"

Half-empty, half-full, weigh, hey, roll and go...

"Princess Emma has been kidnapped! King Henry asks for your help!"

Our boots and our clothes, boys, are all in the pawn...

"Any information about her whereabouts will be greatly rewarded!"

Rewarded? Wait, what?

Still humming the song under his breath, Hook leans towards the mounted men. They're too far away, but princess... What's-her-name... kidnapped... reward...

A reward. For the bloody princess.

Maybe the royal family has a means to finding a cure for a poisoned heart? He doesn’t have the mental strength to appreciate the irony of begging a King for a cure.

Well, he's good at hiding valuable objects. A kidnapper would think the same way, wouldn't they? He knows where to look.

He stands up, nearly vomits again from how his head spins, then rights himself and marches on.

The anchor's on board and the cable's all stored To be rollicking randy dandy-O!

#adiuogrhsidpfhairupsgodhaniv #whookweek #Old Hook #Wish Hook #Wish Hook ff #tw: alcoholism #piracytheorist writes

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liloproductions · 6 years

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Wish Hook Week - Day 3: Old Hook Day

Old Hook facial expressions

No need to describe this post LOL

#whookweek #wishhookedit #oldhookedit #wish hook #old hook #ouat 6x11 #ouat 7x02 #my gif #my stuff

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santicabreras · 6 years

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Wish!Hook Week | DAY ONE : Rogers/Hyperion Heights Favorite Scene ↳ Rogers does the detective thing really well.

#rogersedit #hookedit #whookweek #ouatedit #myedits

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queen-mabs-revenge · 6 years

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After a long, busy, business-booming day, a hand in cleaning up is always appreciated ;)

@thesschesthair bc this is your fault entirely.

#whookweek #killian jones #ouat tiana #ouat sabine #killiana #hooking utensil #look! it's the one thing i actually did for the entire week!#i'm not a complete trash can!

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xadenviolct · 6 years

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Wish!Hook Week | Day 4 :: Favorite Friendship

Killian Jones (Rogers) & Princess Tiana (Sabine)

#whookweek #hookedit #ouatedit #tianaedit #hooking utensil #killian jones #captain hook #tiana #sabine #ouat #my graphics #messing with photoshop #part 1 of 2

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killianmesmalls · 6 years

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Favorite Wish Hook EF Scene

To the utter surprise of no one, my favorite scene is the moment Killian came back from informing Smee, the rest of his crew, and the Evil Queen that he was giving up his quest for revenge due to “something more important.” It’s what pushed me out of lurkdom and into actively participating in the fandom since I couldn’t hold in my feelings any longer, if this first post/fic is any indication.

Of course, by this point we knew what he was going to do, but the moment the camera shows him with that teeny bean of a baby in his arms, I was lost.

Here is a man we know the history of (from his series of losses, his time in servitude, and all his centuries looking for a way to get back at Rumple for murdering his first love) and understood that there were two things he’d risk his life for—love and revenge.

Then, this tiny human who came into his life in a terribly unexpected way (we’re not getting into that) instantly has him choosing the first of those options. Just hours old and he takes this new life, no hesitation.

(Long post, so more under the cut)

And, in that instant, he goes from being the most ruthless pirate to the most gentle, sweetest person. His jacket is off—an ongoing Once symbol for walls being down—and even the tower is made to feel happier and homier. Of course, the daylight flowing into the open space helps, but we get a better view now of what is going to be his living situation for an as-of-yet uncertain amount of time. The fire from the oven adds to this, and we can perhaps assume he’s warming something for her or even some tea for himself while they sit together and he rocks her in front of the fireplace.

Then he starts to sing, and I lost it again. There are two things about him singing this lullaby that I cannot and likely will not get over: the softness of his voice, how it’s almost breathy with a few near-whispers, and the faces he makes. Though the baby is clearly not watching him, there’s something delightfully paternal about him being so expressive, eyes latched on her, as he sings. He’s a natural. We know some of this is likely Colin himself having very recent experience with a baby of his own, but what he brings to this scene is brilliant, and immediately had me turning into a puddle.

Adding to it, of course? That little “yeah” he does when she moves, seemingly reaching for his shirt (or his chest hair? TBD, but for his sake the former). It’s potentially an unscripted moment, and so perfect to show how this fearsome pirate still had that sweet side to him we’ve caught glimpses of in flashbacks for over six seasons.

We can see with the look on her face how he’s taken to this like a fish to water. In spite of the way she was brought into this world and the life he’s led, they have this beautiful moment of contentment, and that little smile she has just shows that, at least for now, they’re all the other needs. They can give each other what Killian had, up to this point, thought lost to him when Rumple crushed Milah’s heart. Sure, it is by no means the way he wanted this to happen, but it’s here anyway and it’s lovely to see how quickly he adapts to be the person he wished he had.

There are brief glimpses of him realizing he’s unprepared. “I suppose I should call you something” is, in my opinion, not so much a throwaway line as it is him trying to figure out the first steps and come to grips with everything he is suddenly responsible for. He closes his eyes, shakes his head, and it feels as if he’s steeling himself for what’s to come.

Still, in spite of the anxiety he very likely starts to feel, he looks back down at her and smiles, thinking back to the one person he can in such a moment of both uncertainty and bliss—his mother. I want to make a small parallel here that perhaps others won’t agree with, but I can’t help thinking about: both Alice and Rumplestiltskin had less-than-idea beginnings, but while Malcolm saw the burden of Rumple thanks to the loss of his wife, choosing to name him the worst thing he could think of, Killian moves past what got Alice there and instead chooses to name her after someone he loved and respected deeply.

To be honest, I wasn’t sure how I felt about Wish Hook, even after 7x02. I cared for Rogers and still had some feelings for Killian in general, but I wasn’t feeling incredibly compelled by his story. Not yet. I knew he had a daughter and was looking for her, and that daughter was likely Alice, but it was this scene that solidified it for me. I went on a writing spree and am now soaking up absolutely anything I can with this pair. Though I know there are some heartbreaking scenes coming up, I am on the edge of my seat waiting for that moment when his arms can be around her and again they have a moment of shared smiles.

#whookweek #wish hook #alice jones #papa killian #ouat s7

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thesschesthair · 5 years

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WHOOKWEEK DAY 3: 9 TO 5

IT’S ROGERS DAY!!!!

I’m just showering with my favourite detective today.

The best dad-tective in town.

Do I even need words??

Alexa, play ‘what a man’ by salt n pepa.

#whookweek

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killian-whump · 5 years

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Wish Hook - Whomst?!

The first theme for Wish Hook Week is WHOMST? and we’re meant to consider who and what Wish Hook is to us. And that’s easy for me to do.

But not for the reasons you might think.

I’m primarily a Colin fan. I came to know of Colin through his role as Hook, but I’ve since grown to adore him as a person, as well as seeing and appreciating all of the work he’s done throughout his career thus far.

So by the time we first met Wish Hook in S6, the character and the writing and the storylines and the ships were all secondary to my primary interest: Colin’s performance and what this role brought out of him as an actor.

What does Wish Hook mean to me? Easy.

He allowed Colin to show off his comedic skills. Old Hook was flat-out hilarious in all of his scenes - and not just because of a fat suit and gray wig. Colin’s expressions, movements, timing and delivery all took a visual piss-take and turned it into comedic gold.

He proved just how many nuances Colin puts into his characters. Wish Hook, Rogers and Old Hook weren’t just “Hook with another name”. Colin created a new character that was noticeably different. He smiled differently. He spoke differently. He expressed himself differently. He had different goals and thought-processes. Seeing the differences Colin breathed into this new incarnation of Hook was fascinating and it just proved how excellent he is at what he does.

He was a lead in his own right. I confess that I was rather disappointed with Hook’s screentime in S6 (minus about 3-4 episodes). Too often, Colin wasn’t even given lines at all, and just seemed to take up space in the background of a scene, emoting away like some 1920′s silent movie actor, while Emma and the Charmings and Regina and Zelena did... stuff. Season 7, and the shipless Wish Hook, allowed Colin to perform and shine entirely on his own steam. He wasn’t a mere accessory to anyone else, nor was he used as set dressing. If his character was in a scene, it was usually because he had something to DO in that scene - and he did a LOT of stuff over the course of the season.

Colin got to play a detective. Firearms. A badge. Kicking in doors. Looking for clues. Saving damsels in distress. Aggressively shining flashlights at things. Chasing down perps. These are all things Colin hadn’t done on screen for us before S7 - and he did them all really well. That’s absolutely great for an actor’s career, because he’s more likely to get roles in that vein (and it’s a popular vein!) when casting directors can SEE he’s capable of doing it.

He’s got a clean shipping slate. Okay, this one’s not Colin-centric, but it still means a lot to me. I’m a multi-shipper at heart, but I’m also a sucker for canon. And OG Hook’s endgame romance with Emma leaves me not wanting to ship him with anyone BUT Emma (although I do enjoy dreaming up all kinds of past dalliances and flings for him pre-Emma ;)). Wish Hook, however, is a completely clean slate. He could literally end up with anyone, and I find that so refreshing and freeing. It’s the best of both worlds - I get my CS Endgame OTP, but I also get to ship Hook with everyone and anyone under the sun! I literally could not ask for anything better.

There’s now TWO Killian Joneses, for fuck’s sake. I mean, he’s the greatest character ever, played by the greatest guy ever. What’s not to like? I mean, honestly? I really can’t fathom how people can be unhappy about there being TWO of this character. Twice the adventures. Twice the comedy. Twice the ships. Twice the innuendos. Twice the swashbuckling. Twice the EVERYTHING. Bless you, Wish Hook, for taking something completely AWESOME and DOUBLING IT.

#whookweek #colin o'donoghue #killian jones #wish hook #okay #so i know it's not day one anymore #but too bad #i do what i want #not whxmp #colin meta #kw writes a thing #oc

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piracytheorist · 5 years

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WHook Week Day 4!

Old Hook!

I don’t know what this post exactly is, but it’s about him, and it’s his day, so... there it goes?

I’m far from the only one who did a complete 180 with 7x02, so I’m sure most of you know how that felt, but still, feelz.

Damn him. He fools not only OG Hook, but the audience too. Making us think he’s just the “drunken fool” version of the former, making us question his goals...

And it’s just, that’s 100% Killian Jones. Distraction, making others underestimate him before he strikes. That’s classic him. Far it be from me to give the writers credit, but damn when they focused on developing characters and not plot...

He gives one inkling of the fact that his life was full of misery and heartbreak, but at that moment we’re OG Hook; we don’t know what he’s talking about, we don’t know how exactly his life changed... and we can’t even imagine.

Ohai brb crying because this is probably how he was like before he found Ariel. Helpless, homeless, alone, desperate... I mean, he’s just old. He shouldn’t look as sickly and unkempt as he does... but he gave up on himself. We don’t know exactly for how long that was, but it was long enough to have an impact on his personality and appearance.

But after he found himself again, he knew he could use this to his advantage, same way he once used bravado and sex appeal. He knows that stuff. He’d been there, years ago, and now he’s got something new to use and distract others. So it’s effective even on his, well, considering, less experienced self and Wish Hook gains the upper hand.

It’s been so long and still most of the time I have to tell myself “Shit, that is Colin right there, under all that makeup. WTF. How.”

Like, seriously, I need a few seconds to go like “I know there’s a ton of makeup and fake hair and whatever but, how is this the same man??”

And idk I’m entirely convinced this is also due to how Colin is acting. He’s not just playing another version of Hook. He is playing an old man. Still Hook, but old and mature in such a convincing and realistic way. And idek how to describe it, it’s just perfect.

Of course, that analysis comes only in hindsight, after watching the whole episode and knowing what his true motivations and reasons are. Without those, it is confusing and we don’t know what to expect, but well, Colin and the director did. And it’s why eventually his behaviour makes sense. And knowing that I get a bit sad that we didn’t get more scenes with him. Why were we denied?!

Can you imagine this old pirate, huddled in a dark, dirty alley, crying over how he’s failed the family he didn’t expect to have again? Losing himself, thinking he’s a complete failure, then picking up the pieces and continuing to search for a cure?

WHY WAS I DENIED THIS ANGST T_T

#I'm gonna go cry now over my high expectations #whookweek #Killian Jones #Wish Hook #Old Hook

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