Captain Cobra, rated T, 1642 words.
My own son turned 15 this week, and this fic idea just would not leave me alone, so apologies for the self-indulgence. Set in some vague future time. Warning: discussion of teen sex. Any references to swords and scabbards is entirely @j-philly-b‘s fault.
The door to the house slammed, and Killian looked up from where he was painstakingly dicing up an onion, the point of his hook holding it still on the cutting board. The days were getting shorter as winter settled in on them, the late afternoon already fading into darkness outside the windows of the warm kitchen.
“Hey, Killian,” Henry called, dropping his backpack in the foyer and making for the refrigerator. “What’s for dinner?” he asked as he pulled a packet of cheese slices out and started shoving one into his mouth straight from the package.
Killian raised an eyebrow at him. “Cheese, apparently.” Henry just rolled his eyes. “Spaghetti. In about an hour,” Kilian said, relenting.
“Is Mom working late again?”
Sex Ed (1/1)
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