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.
God: Gabe, stop, I’m working.
Gabriel: I WANT TO MAKE SOMETHING TOOOOOOO!
God: Here’s a box of parts, go nuts.
God: -several hours later- Gabe? Where are you, my son?
Gabriel: DAD, LOOKIT!
God: Dafuq is that?
Gabriel: A PLATYPUS!
OHMYGODS, THANK YOU FOR DRAWING THAT!
They don’t do much
this is the fucking funniest thing ever
LOOK at it though
"just put it in australia"