A Captain Cobra fic
Okay, so y’all can blame @gusenitsaa and @nothingimpossibleonlyimprobable for this one. I sent an ask in and their little back and forth turned it into a fic idea. Not gonna lie, this has what are possibly the seven most devastating words I’ve ever written (or at least Killian thinks so). As always, this can be found on ff.net (sorry, I haven’t gotten this drabble series on AO3 yet. It will happen eventually). Give the link a click if you want to boost my ego. And if you want to make my day, reviews there or in the tags are always appreciated.
The first week after he came back, Killian chocked it up to
the general mess left by Hades and the lad’s New York City adventure.Three weeks passed and Killian still hadn’t seen much of
Henry, but then they had been busy. Homework piled up, even when you were in
the Underworld and Killian had been rather…preoccupied with making the most of
his second chance with Emma.But by the fifth week, Killian was rather certain that Henry
was avoiding him. No, not rather. Completely certain. Henry turning down
sailing in favor of school work for the third weekend in a row fairly cinched
the matter. Killian thought it might be jealousy. Things had shifted, his
moving in with Emma changed things. Regina was still dealing with her grief.
Henry was feeling neglected and getting angry at Killian was easier than
getting angry at his mothers.Though, insight didn’t help Killian solve the problem of the
sullen teenager currently pouting on his deck. As it turned out, Emma didn’t
cotton to teenagers sulking at the kitchen table all weekend long and had
frog-marched the lad out the docks, telling Henry he could come back when Killian
decided he’d gotten enough fresh air.