James Hook / Morgie le Fay one-shots

Under all the different coloured lights.

SUMMARY:

When Hook's parents got him a job at an antique store, he hadn't expected to see a boy his age. And he certainly hadn't expected to become friends with him, or more.

TW: (?) mentioned family issues, and a sliver of angst

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James Hook was fucked. He really was.

It all started a couple months ago when his parents randomly announced that they got him a job at some lame antique shop. He forgot the name of it almost immediately, it wasn't like he was going to show up anyways. He would rather sit through an hour long lecture of his father just yelling insults at him than do manual labor on his own.

He was pretty sure his mother had convinced his father that it would be a good idea. That he would get more responsible if he had a job. That he wouldn't get detention so often or that he would get better grades. Basically, that he would be less of a disappointment.

But he couldn't care less, if his father called him a disappointment he might as well live up to that name. It was already set in stone that he was going to end up in Maleficent's basement after his parents would eventually kick him out. So why waste his time surrounded by dusty shelves and old stuff?

It wasn't that long before he changed his mind though. In hindsight you could say it was fate, but Hook didn't believe in that. Fate was something only happened in fairytales, movies or books. Not in real life. And definitely not in his.

But still he changed his mind. Because of Maleficent, not because of some other stupid reason like fate.

"You're not going to do it?" She had asked. They were supposed to participate in P.E. but their teacher gave up on them long ago, so they just spend time sitting on the grass at the edge of the forest.

"Hell no" He'd replied while laying down on his back.

"Why? I mean you'd probably get paid for doing nothing"

"So?" Hook turned his head to look at her. But she had just kept staring at the field where their classmates were running laps. He continued, "it's not like I'll get my life back on track because I wasted time in a dusty store"

"Whatever, do whatever you want" Maleficent said. And after that a silence had fallen between them. James didn't know if it had been a comfortable or uncomfortable silence but he hadn't tried to break it.

But for some weird reason he still became curious about the antique shop. The kind of curious a little kid would be about locked cabinets or doors. The kind of curiosity that would make you come up with stories about ghosts, talking mice or hidden treasures.

But he was eighteen. He knew that ghosts, talking mice and hidden treasures didn't exist.

That didn't mean that he stopped being curious about the place though.

So he decided to show up anyway.

When he'd opened the door he saw a middle aged woman basically running around the store after, what looked like, customers. But he didn't know for sure, so he just awkwardly looked around the store until he got confirmation that she was indeed working in the store.

"Um, hey, I'm here for the job"

"James Hook, right?" The woman had asked, and Hook had nodded in response.