Prompt: Prohibition AU! where Killian is a gangster and Baelfire is a homeless immigrant who Killian takes under his wing.
Summary: Baelfire is an immigrant in the 1930's. He immigrated over to New York after being abandoned by his father. Left with no money and no home, Bae is left homeless out on the streets. However, an uncommon savior comes along in the form of Irish gangster, Killian Jones, who decides to take the homeless boy under his wing.
WARNING: THIS IS HOOKFIRE. THAT MEANS YOUNGER BAELFIRE/KILLIAN JONES LIKE ROMANTIC, YOU GOT THAT? IF YOU DO NOT LIKE IT, DO NOT READ IT, BECAUSE I DO NOT CARE ABOUT FLAMES SAYING I'M GLORIFYING PEDOPHILIA, AND IF YOU DO FLAME ME, I WILL JUST TELL YOU TO FUCKOFF.
The streets of New York were almost always busy. Even at times in the dead of night, there was almost always someone out and about. During the day it was even busier. Such as today. One could barely even move through the jam packed streets. The sounds all melded into a jumble; horns honking, store doors opening conversations, they all melded together into one deafening, cacophonous sound. It was a sound that Baelfire Gold woke up to every morning since he'd come to New York. Today was no different. His chocolatey brown eyes flickered open to see small tendrils of sunlight tiptoeing their way onto their face and pulling him out of the deep realm of sleep. He reached up and wiped the sleep out of his tired eyes and stretched his arms out before he stiffly got to his feet. He'd been homeless ever since coming to America, finding shelter in a dark alley. He often had to move around though, as the anti-immigration gangs made it difficult to stay in one place for too long. He reached over and grasped his hat, pulling it off of the ground and dusting the dirt off of it. This didn't do very much, seeing as it was more dirt than fabric by now. He didn't pay any mind to it however, as he was used to all the dirt now. His clothes were frayed and torn, dirt stains all over them. His face was dirty as well. Hell, there wasn't really anywhere on him that wasn't dirty. That was just the way things were now.
Baelfire moved quickly through the streets, his dark eyes scanning the crowd for someone to pickpocket. He hadn't eaten in days, and he felt like he was about to collapse in the hot, New York sun. He kept the brim of his hat low as he looked for someone wealthy looking that he could steal from. His watchful eyes were drawn to a small group of men talking in low voices on a street corner. Just from here, Bae could see a bright gold watch on one of the men's arm and could easily tell that there was a wallet in his clean jacket pocket. He bit his chapped lip and showed a bit of hesitation before it vanished and all that was left was determination. He could do it. He had to if he wanted to eat. He started to walk slowly down the sidewalk towards them, taking care not to draw a lot of attention towards himself. He couldn't discern what they were talking about, but he smelled the cigarette smoke that one of the men was smoking. He didn't slow down as he purposely slammed into the man with the watch. He heard a loud curse and the man turned around. "What the bloody hell?" he snapped before he saw Bae.
"Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." Bae apologized hastily. While the man was distracted, Bae had snatched his wallet and his watch and shoved them in his own pocket. The man frowned at him before he dusted off his expensive looking jacket.
"Just watch where you're going next time." he said sharply, his sea blue eyes flickering over Bae for a moment before he turned back to his friends. Bae started quickly down the street when he suddenly heard the same voice behind him. "Hey you, stop! You have my wallet!" the man called. Bae looked over his shoulder, his eyes widening slightly before he broke out into a run.
"Stop that boy, he's a thief!" Bae heard a different voice call from behind him and knew that they were following at him. Bae split away from the crowd and towards emptier streets. He ran as fast as he could, taking a few turns to try and throw them off his trail. It wasn't any use though. They were older and faster than him. The next thing he knew, somebody had grabbed his collar and stopped him in his tracks.
"Hey, let me go!" Bae shouted, pushing and shoving at the one holding onto his collar and dragging him along. He had been one of the man with the watch's friends. Speaking of him, Bae saw him appear around the corner, a frown on his handsome face. He looked rather young, mid thirties perhaps? He had the brightest, most piercing blue eyes that Baelfire had ever seen. His suit was clean as ever, and he adjusted the cuffs as Bae was pulled over to him. Before Bae could even get a word of protest out, the man cut him off.
"I don't really care that you took my wallet, lad, but I would like my watch back." he had a very heavy Irish accent. Bae narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw.
"Can't you just buy another one? You obviously have money." he said coldly. Why couldn't he just cut him a break? The man grinned, revealing bright white teeth.
"Well, yes, I do have money, but I would still like my watch back. Family heirloom, you see, and it would be a disaster to lose it." he explained. Bae frowned at him before he glanced over his shoulder at the man who had a rough hold on his collar.
"If I do, will your goon let me go?" Bae huffed as he squirmed a bit to try and get away from him. The man nodded before he held out his hand towards Bae. Bae glowered at him as he reached into his grubby pocket and pulled the watch out, placing it in his hand. The man looked pleased to have his watch back and nodded at his friend holding Bae. Bae's collar was let go of and he shot the man's friend a glare as he adjusted his jacket.
"Where're your parents, lad?" the man suddenly asked, gaining Baelfire's attention. Bae could feel the man's sharp eyes looking him over and his cheeks tinted a light shade of red from embarrassment.
"My mother's dead. My father abandoned me. He's a coward." Bae's voice came out short and upset as he responded, crossing his arms over his chest and shifting into a defensive position. He was confused when he saw a strange flicker in the man's eyes, as if he knew what Bae was talking about.
"What's your name, boy?" he demanded after a moment. Bae was instantly on edge and suspicious.
"I don't have to tell you anything." he said defensively. The man smiled a dangerous smile that even had Bae worried. He raised his brows and crossed his arms, laughing.
"Quite the hero, aren't you?" he said mockingly. "I don't like to repeat myself, so tell me, boy, what. is. your. name?" there was a dark flicker of something almost dangerous in his eyes that made Bae's heart skip a beat and swallow hard. He forced himself to look the man in the eye before he answered.
"Baelfire." he replied, his voice short, sharp, and cold. There was another strange little flicker in his eyes before he nodded.
"Where are you staying?" he inquired. Bae clenched his jaw and didn't reply for a moment.
"I don't have anywhere to stay..." he muttered, his eyes glued to the ground. There was silence for a long minute before the man cleared his throat and Bae looked up at him.
"How about you come with me? I'm sure that we can make some sort of arrangement." he said offhandedly. Bae furrowed his brow, but he didn't get to ask too many questions before the man turned and started to walk away, beckoning for Bae to follow after him. Bae was frozen for a moment before he darted after him, moving quickly to keep up with him.
"Wait, who the hell are you?" he asked with a confused expression. The man looked over at him and gave him another charming smile.
"Killian. Killian Jones.
A/N: Alriiiiight the first chapter is done, but I think I'm gonna continue it. Please no flames because if you flame me you are in for a nasty response.