sunday morning shenanigans;
A/N: So it was apparently National Internet Best Friend Day yesterday and being the forgettable turtle bean that I am, I completely missed out on greeting my favorite tart, Lisa.
Happy Belated NIBFD hun! This is for you.
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“So tell me lass, what is it exactly that we’re watching right now?” Killian asked, twirling a rebel curl that had fallen out of Emma’s half-assed bun, his arm stretched lazily across her shoulders.
Sundays were always Emma’s favorite. It was the one day of the week when people were supposed to relax and take a break from the hectic whirlwind of villains and curses that was their lives.
Relishing in the fact that there were no signs of upcoming danger and the undeniable coziness of her newly set-up flat, she didn’t think twice about inviting Killian over for a lazy day with her and Henry in front of the TV.
(Not that it really mattered whether or not she told him to come over since he practically lived there anyway. Half her closet’s contents belonged to him, for God’s sake.)
“We are about to watch a television series gem, Killian Jones. A gift from the entertainment gods, if you will.” she smiled proudly, kneeling down to pop the DVD into the player before crawling back into his arms.
“Yeah, I bet as soon as we finish it, you’ll realize how meaningless your life was before you started watching this.” Henry added as he flipped through the main menu.
“Careful there, lad. Never make a deal you can’t guarantee will end well on your part.” Killian winked playfully.
“Oh, really? Well, in that case, how about we make this into a formal bet;” Henry turned his head, his eyes determined and confident. “if by the end of the day you realize how unfulfilled your life actually was until this show, then you have to stand in the middle of Granny’s tomorrow morning while wearing a tutu.” he narrowed his eyes, a sly smile playing on his lips that Emma couldn’t deny he learned from the idiotic pirate beside her.
Killian considered it for a moment before shrugging. “Deal.”
Henry’s grin turned feral. “I hope you like the color pink, then.” he snickered, turning his attention back to the settings displayed on the flat screen.
“Well we shall see, won’t we?” Killian smirked, nudging the pillow fort that the teen had barricaded himself in on the carpet. “What’s this life-altering filmed-play called anyway?”
But his question fell on deaf ears as soon as Henry had clicked the play button and the opening credits began rolling.
Because the blinds were closed and lights were still off, the sudden burst of color in the room momentarily blinded Killian before he was finally able to comprehend the scene playing.
A breathless chuckle left him as he read the show name.
“Agents of Shield.”
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“Who’s that?”
“Him? He’s Phil. He’s the dad of the team.”
“Oh, his children look remarkably mature. Was he a victim of Regina’s curse, as well?”
“What? No! They aren’t real, they’re just characters. They’re acting. He’s not really their dad, I just meant he’s like the father figure of the group.”
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“Her?”
“Skye. She’s an orphan who you really don’t want to mess with.”
Killian sideglanced Emma briefly.
“I think I’m gonna like this girl.”
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“And this woman?”
“Melinda, she could probably create and diffuse a nuclear bomb with just the contents of Neal’s toy box.”
“… that’s.. terrifying.”
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“This is mom’s favorite character.” Henry leaned back and whispered not-too-subtly.
Killian focused his attention to the screen when–
“Grant Ward,” Emma sighed. “I wouldn’t mind a show just full of his workout videos.”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“KILLIAN STOP NO GIVE ME BACK THE REMOTE! IF YOU EVEN AS MUCH AS TRY TO TURN THE TV OFF, SO HELP ME GOD, YOU WILL NEED TO LEARN HOW TO START WRITING WITH JUST YOUR MOUTH.”
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Now holding the remote and sitting in between his mother and his future stepdad mother’s boyfriend to ensure the safety of everyone in the room, Henry decided to diffuse the ridiculous tension in the air by pointing out one of the things in the show that he secretly loved–
“See those two geeks over there?” he nudged Killian before nodding towards the screen.
“Aye. Who are they?” Killian raised his eyebrow, genuinely interested which urged on the inner fanboy in Henry.
“That’s Jemma Simmons and that’s Leo Fitz. Fitzsimmons for short– it combines they’re last names. Every show needs a power couple, and they’re this one’s.” Henry grinned proudly at his two favorite characters. So what if most guys watch the show for the plot and general masculinity of anything Marvel? Henry had no shame in watching for that reason and his eagerness for the two to finally hit it off.
“So they’re lovers?” Killian questioned.
“Yes and no. They don’t know it yet, but they’re destined to be together. It honestly took me one look to know that they were True Loves.” he stated smugly, his boyish grin widening into something of giddiness as he watched the two interact.
“How would you even know what modern-day True Loves look like?” Killian raised his eyebrow.
Turning to face him fully so that his next words were only audible to the two of them, Henry’s features softened as his eyes and smile shined with nothing but pure sincerity.
“I see you and mom everyday, don’t I?”
Killian’s heart stopped beating.
After a full minute of complete silence and wide eyes, he heaved out a heavy breath.
Settling back into his seat, Killian crossed his arms. “I hope they sell leather tutus here.”
Feeling accomplished and victorious, Henry threw back at him his own signature smirk.
“For your sake, I hope so too.”