Angie. Nerd Life.
Prompt: Henry has always had a knack for using the camera. But when Killian begins to notice photographs that don’t include him, his concern for his and Henry’s relationship grows. Captain Swan/Captain Cobra. Rated F for feels and fluff.
He first noticed them shortly after he moved in, and to be quite honest, he’s surprised that he didn’t become aware of it before that day. After much explaining that the little black box wasn’t magic, Killian finally grasped the concept for Henry’s camera. He had a vintage Polaroid one, the kind that spits out the picture as soon as it’s taken (and then the viewer proceeds to shake or blow on it because they assume it will help it develop faster).
Killian found the first one a few days after he had came to live with Emma and Henry. He was unpacking one of his boxes of books when he spotted the photograph on the coffee table. Now distracted from his task, Killian dipped down to pick up the portrait, grinning when he saw how lovely his Swan looked. The picture was of Emma in the kitchen making pancakes, one of the few items she knew how to cook without burning the place down. Smiling, he flipped the picture over to see that Henry had written a description on the back.
A/N: This one was so much fun :)) Also, thanks for your patience, lovey, you are a gem <3
Rating: S is for Sugar Therapy
“So there I was,” Killian tells Henry, moving in front of him animatedly as he recounts the tale. “Blades crossed with the Dread Pirate Blackbeard.” He makes a swipe with his imaginary sword, feet crossing and body circling around an invisible foe.
“And then?” Henry asks with rapt attention.
“Oh, he’s good — excellent swordsman, I’ll give him that much…but I’m better.”
“Naturally,” Henry agrees, completely entertained.
“And I know my way around my ship-” He gives Henry a pointed look. “A good Captain does, hmm?” When the boy nods, Killian continues his story. “So I shove back him back and use my sword to force his step into a loose board I hadn’t yet fixed.”
“Nice. That’s so cool,” Henry grins. “Then what?”
He shrugs but puffs out his chest just a little bit and smirks at the boy. “I won. I got my ship back.”
“And you came back to New York?”
Killian’s face grows serious as he remembers the rest of the events that led them to this point, heart still stinging at some of the dishonorable choices he’d made. “Not quite,” he answers vaguely, sitting beside Henry on the crate. “But it was a start.”
The young lad, as perceptive as his mother, narrows his eyes and frowns slightly. “What happened after?”
“To you,” he says.
He ruffles his hair affectionately and gives him a soft smile. “Tis a tale for another time, my boy. The moral of that story, as far as sparring goes, is: knowledge is power. If you know yourself and your capabilities, if you know your enemy and his weaknesses, if you know your surroundings and you’ve a quick enough mind to strategize at a moment’s notice, you are at an immediate advantage against your opponent. You understand?”
Henry nods again and Killian claps him on the back companionably then abruptly stills and quirks an eyebrow when Henry holds his fist out towards him. His eyes flicker back and forth between it and Henry’s face.
“What are you doing? What is that?” he asks suspiciously.
“It’s a…fist bump.” Henry squints at him, canting his head to the side while he studies him. “You know, you just…” He closes both of his hands into fists them bumps them together.