Prompt: After the gang gets back to Storybrooke and the triangle is resolved. In an attempt to bond with Henry (and score points with Emma's good graces), Hook joins Henry and Emma for movie night where they watch the Disney version of Peter Pan.
It's fluffy. Hope you like it.
"Put the hook down, Hook and step away from the TV!"
In the corner of his eye, he could see her lad, Henry, struggling to hold back a giggle as he observed his mother jerk the pirate's arm with grotesque force. He slumped backward into the sofa, grunting as Emma's elbow landed in his side.
Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. The pirate's lips thinned as he attempted incredulously to regard this realms depiction of him on the enchanted box. Red hat adorned with some tawdry white feather. He now understood that perms were indeed bad.
Emma arched an eyebrow as she pulled his arm around her waist and leaned closer to his chest. He sighed heavily as she endeavored to use proximity to keep him docile. "Calm down, Hook." She whispered into his ear. His skin tingled at her hot breath. "You're here for Henry, right?"
"Aye." And you as well.
The lad looked quite pleased with the -what did Emma refer to it as- ah yes, the movie. When Henry had extended an invitation to view Peter Pan, Hook had expected it to be theater, perhaps even a novel, but not this atrocity. What in the bloody hell was a movie anyway? He now understood: a fictitious demonetization of his character devised by this man, Walt Disney. Gods help this Disney if the two ever crossed on the same pathway. Hook swore quietly as the Captain of the Jolly Roger had his trousers shredded by a crocodile.
"Oh, come on! Bloody hell!"
Emma slapped Hook in the shoulder and hissed. "Language. He's 11."
The lad circled his eyes. "Mom, I hear you say way worse things than that all the time every single day." He couldn't help but laugh as a shade of crimson etched it's way up her face.
"Shut up." She hummed against his neck before lightly pressing a kiss. His laughter dwindled down as he ghosted his lips atop her head.
"Gross." The lad flinched. Emma couldn't help but smile.
"I'll go make us some popcorn." She announced pushing herself out of Hook's arms and onto the carpet. The lass dusted her shirt and stretched both arms above her head before making her way toward the gallery. His eyes traveled toward Henry who bounced a cushion closer to him.
"Mom is happy." He turned toward Hook and locked his eyes with his. "I like you."
An uprise of happiness found his face and softened his features. "I'm rather fond of you as well."
"Can we watch Hook after this?" Henry interrupted motioning toward another circular disk he had placed on the table earlier in the evening. The lad's eyes pleaded for an aye. Hook nodded in agreement.
"There are more depictions of me in this realm?"
"Oh yeah. Lots. Captain Hook is famous." The lad answered simpering.
"Thank the gods. I don't know how much more of this-" he motioned his hook toward the enchanted box, "I could stomach."
He overheard Emma laughing from the gallery. Glimpsing over his shoulder, he observed the lass clasping a hand over her lips.
Bloody hell.