AN: I have all these ideas for one-shots in my head, so I wanted to put them in once place. :) They'll be CaptainSwan, CaptainCharming-daddy-Charming-feels, all around Charming family moments, some fluff, some angst. I don't know. Whatever.

Feel free to send me prompts to get those creative juices flowing if there is something you'd like to see.

This particular one has been done a few times but my niece had asked me (who is eight) what Killian would think of his cartoon counter part, so this just had to happen. Fluff this time around!

Unedited seriously since I just wrote this, I'll come back and fix any ridiculousness.

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"Kid, don't forget the —"

"The cheddar… I know, mom. I know." Henry's voice called back from the kitchen, long and drawn out with only the angst a young teenage boy could muster. The loft was crackling with a warmth from the several space heaters placed strategically throughout, producing a hazy warmth that enveloped the entire living room. Snuggled up into the corner of the couch, her legs were tucked nearly underneath her. Her toes, however, were very much tucked underneath a certain pirate who had the warmest derriere she'd ever had the pleasure of knowing. A worn quilt draped over the two of them, hiding her game of footsie from her parents who sat cuddled into each other on the love seat across from them.

David sat fiddling with the remote of the DVD player, increasingly frustrated that the surround sound wasn't turning on as though it should while Mary Margaret looked on with a knowing smile.

"Need some assistance, mate?" Killian shot towards the prince, a bemused look upon his face. Emma nudged him playfully with her foot underneath the quilt and he let out a quick bark of laughter.

"I got it, mate." Overly annunciated as usual, David shot a dirty look towards Killian - who looked as he was about to retort before Henry strode back into the room with two large bowls. The tantalizing scent of popcorn filled the space and her mouth instantly began to salivate.

"I'll get it gramps. You have to click this button and this button at the same time…and pronto!" Henry exclaimed with a triumphant smile as the TV suddenly blared the Disney theme. Henry shot a wicked smile towards Emma as he handed her the bowl of cheddar popcorn before settling onto the rug in front of her. He leaned up against the couch and tilted his head back so he was looking at her upside down, his large smile looking like a deep frown.

"Finally Killian can learn all about what a perm is, huh Mom?"

"I know all about these perms you speak of lad, thank you very much. I can assure you I've never had such a thing in all of my years of pirating." Emma swallowed back her laugh as she watched her pirate huff indignantly towards her son and towards her father who was currently being slapped playfully by her mother.

"I just don't know how you've been here for thirty years and never ever have you watched Peter Pan. It's a classic!"

"Well, I was in a coma for a majority of the years so I think that counts as an excuse."

"Did you ever have dreads like Captain Jack Sparrow?" Henry suddenly interrupted from the floor, sending a very pointed look towards Killian as though was going to judge him severely upon his answer. Killian shot a confused look towards her (she merely shrugged in response) before he gazed back down towards her son.

"Dreads, my boy?"

"Yeah, you know…like ropes. Dreads. I don't know - he had beads in them!"

"I've never crossed paths with this Captain Sparrow, but if this Captain had beads in his hair I can assume he wasn't a very formidable pirate."

"Didn't you tell me once you had a pony-tail?" The words left her mouth before she could think about what she was saying and the faces of everyone in the room snapped towards her, before swiveling towards Killian. Killian shot a horrified and betrayed glance towards her, sputtering on his words as he struggled to form a sentence. Blinking her eyes slowly, Emma craned her neck to look towards the television screen which was now playing the opening credits - steadily trying to ignore the heated and piercing gaze that had settled on her.

"That was three hundred years ago, Swan! I was in the Royal Navy, it was nearly a requirement for being sea worthy in those days." His words were hoarse and rushed, his body squirming uncomfortably.

"A pony-tail, pirate? Wonders never cease with you."

"The movie is starting guys, quiet!" Emma shot an apologetic look at Killian who was still eyeing her with a sense of betrayal before shifting her eyes back towards the screen. He sighed heavily as he too turned his gaze towards the television.

Reaching into the bowl of neglected unpopped kernels that clung to the buttery mess at the bottom the bowl, Emma dipped a finger into the saltiness to pluck out one of the last pieces of popcorn. The movie was nearing the end and a cacophony of soft snoring was coming from the love seat where her parents had drifted off to sleep, huddled close in to one another. Henry lay sprawled on the rug, one of his arms outstretched towards his own popcorn bowl with a napkin still tucked away in his fist. His other arm lay tucked nearly into his chest, cradling his face and head where a dark lock of hair covered his eyes. He'd need a haircut soon, Emma thought abstractedly.

Killian had stayed ramrod straight the entire film with only an occasional muttering under his breath or an incredibly loud sigh huffed towards the screen before he'd clamp his mouth shut and clench his jaw in a brooding silence. As the ending credits began to play, Emma stifled a yawn as she placed the bowl on the floor. She scooted towards him and shifted her body as to lay her head upon her spot she'd formed on his chest, near his collarbone. The steady thump of his chest and the warmth of the loft lulled her eyes close and she let out a content sigh.

"So what did you think, pirate?" She breathed out in another sigh, not bothering to open her eyes. His body tensed and she could hear his teeth grind together. Snapping open her eyes, she lifted her head off his chest to take a good look at him. His fist was white knuckled and clenched at his side and his face had gone pale, his stubble a stark contrast against the pallor of his skin.

"What did I think? That moving picture film is a bloody abomination, Swan. We must right this injustice!" His accent popped her name a bit more forcefully than normal and she once again had to stifle back a laugh.

"What do you want to do, go door to door to tell people how wrong a film made like sixty years ago got it all wrong? Send out a flyers?"

"Anything, Swan, anything to fix the depravity this film has inflicted upon my name. They got it all wrong. He was afraid of a clock, love…a clock." His sapphire eyes swirled with depths of emotions, pleading with her to understand as his plump lip pouted outwards. Sucking in a quick breath of air, Emma leaned her against his shoulder and smiled once more into his linen shirt and running her fingers through the dark tufts of hair that escaped out the top.

"You ain't seen nothing yet, buddy. Wait until you see the live action one."

"Wait, there's more than one of these bloody films?"

"You have no idea." She finished with a small laugh lingering on her words, nestling her face deeper into the crook of his arm as her eyes drifted off once more - his ranting words lulling her into a peaceful slumber.