I prefer carrier pigeons
Only had one request since my last little batch of oneshots and it was one I've already covered so I thought I'd write one of my own in the hopes of getting some more of your wonderful requests :) A bit of a daddy Charming moment when a certain pirate makes a modern whoopsie…
I know a few of you on here aren't Hook fans. Don't worry, this is just a little filler, this is a Charming family oneshot series and it'll stay that way. It's just nice to have the occasional guest appearance from other characters on the show :P
"NO!" Killian yelled in the middle of the bar. He slumped down, groaning. "Stupid blasted thing." He grumbled. Emma had insisted he get himself one of these blasted phones. She assured him it would spice things up a little bit. So far, he had to be fair to her, it did work. That was until he'd noticed the rather explicit text he'd meant to send to Emma he'd accidentally sent to her father. The text had also explained how he was coming around to this whole texting idea since the only texts he really had to send were these. Killian sighed, there was no point in trying to hide anywhere. Charming would find him wherever he was. He was good at that, unfortunately for him. He simply ordered himself another beer and awaiting his fate. Now regretting giving him location in the text.
It didn't take long, just under ten minutes. He heard the door slam shut and knew his fate was sealed. He turned around on his stool and tried his most charming grin.
"Hello mate." He said sheepishly. "Fancy seeing you here…can I buy you a drink?"
"No." Charming growled. "If anything I would like some bleach for my brain." Charming suddenly extended his arm. Expecting a fist to come flying at his face, Killian flinched. When he didn't feel any pain, he cautiously peaked his eyes open. Charming was standing with his hand extended. "Phone." He demanded. Confused, Killian placed the blasted thing in his hand. Suddenly, Charming threw the phone to the ground and stamped on it repeatedly, astounding not only Killian but near everyone in the bar. When he had pummelled the thing to near dust, he stopped and glared up at Killian.
"Count yourself lucky that was the only thing getting stomped on, seeing as I know the only reason you used it for. I'll let Emma know you're here, and to delete your number. I'd dodge me for around a week if I were you…even for you that text was…was just…" Charming looked like he was going to be sick. He turned on his heel and stormed out of the bar without a backwards glance. Killian looked down at the fragments of phone in front of him, blinking rapidly. He didn't imagine Emma would be happy when she found out what her father had read…he would certainly not being seeing any of the contents from the text in action any time soon.