Please know that I’m yours to keep
My beautiful girl
Such a sweet message, thank you so much!
Awww, I am having a pretty good day! Hope you’re doing well, too. I’m excited to see you, Santa. Now I have to think about what I want. Mmmm…
For you, I’ll make an exception.
arya/gendry & hook/emma
↳ requested by keepcalmwearetimeless
Chapter 1: Caught in the Rain
This was originally supposed to be a sweet little one shot. *Sigh* The best laid plans o’ mice men…
Summary: Emma arrives sopping wet at Killian Jones’ doorstep. Being a gentleman he ushers her inside, and takes care of her for the evening. But love is never as easy as one perfect night can make it seem. High school AU.
Word Count: 5,238
Rating: M ~
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It had to be pouring in sheets. Of course.
This is all August’s fault, she mused as she rang the doorbell again. He made her tutor him even though he was clearly sick, to the point where he wasn’t lucid enough to remember anything she said anyway.
Unsurprisingly, she had come down with the same nasty bug as well, and had to miss school.
It shouldn’t have been that big a deal. Emma was plenty bright enough for a few days’ make-up work, and Mary Margaret had even surpassed best friend duties and made her copies of the various poetry worksheets Ms. LaFrench had passed out. There was no reason to be concerned – save for the fact she had missed a lab in chemistry.
The day she returned, Mr. Gold had asked to see her after class. After a speech about the importance of attendance, and how not doing her work would affect both her grades and future, he assigned her an essay on the subject to make up partial credit from missing the practical lesson.
“And Miss Swan, be sure not to ‘half-ass it’ as you adolescents seem like to do.”
“Yeah. Sure thing. Got it,” and with a huff she stalked out the classroom and entered the hall of rowdy students. She fought her way to her locker, and with a sigh fell back against it. She turned around and dialed in her combination before unceremoniously throwing in her books.
“Swan,” a lilting voice came from behind her.
She spun and came face to face with Killian Jones. Jesus – Personal space, much? She had to stop herself from snapping at him. “Yeah?” She couldn’t fathom what he may have to say to her. Her interactions with Killian Jones were usually limited to…Emma didn’t even know what they were limited to because they didn’t interact. They both just happened to occasionally exist in close proximity, not an uncommon byproduct of attending the same school.
He stared at her a moment before responding. “I overheard Gold giving you that make-up assignment. I wanted to offer my notes.”
“How chivalrous,” she quipped, “Tell me, do you come to the aid of every damsel in distress, or just the ones who aren’t swooning over either your jock status or European allure? Look, I don’t need your help – I’ll be fine.”
“Ah, you admit I’m alluring?” She rolled her eyes at him. He simply bit his lower lip in attempt to curb his smile before continuing. “You’re certainly no damsel in distress, Swan. And you’ve made sure everyone’s well aware of that fact. Even so, I am in AP Chem with you and know what Gold demands from his students. Particularly, in regards to certain points he may have emphasized yesterday if we wanted to pass the final. Additionally I have a strong desire to show off my exceptional use of color coded highlighters.” His mouth fully quirked up into a smirk as he extended his folder towards her.
Her eyes flicked back and forth from the folder to his face. Finally she reached out to take it. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
He lingered behind her while she continued shuffling out the contents of her messenger bag. “Don’t you have, Idunno, cheerleaders to hit on, or something?” she asked as she closed her locker.
“I think,” he said, his gaze steadfast on hers, “you’re confusing me with my associate, Victor. Though I do believe he has recently reformed from his playboy ways thanks to your friend Ruby.
“Right.” He had a point. Despite his universally renowned good looks and Irish accent that decimated the ovaries of the female population of Storybrooke High, Killian Jones was not known as senior year’s crusading Casanova. If anything he was as damn near a proper gentleman as you could be expected to find in an institution bubbling over with hormones and angst. Still didn’t explain why he was practically breathing down her neck, however… “Well. Thanks again. See ya around, Jones.” And with that she turned and bolted down the hall to her next class. When she was about to round the corner, she hesitated and looked back over her shoulder, but he was gone. She shrugged off the exchange and proceeded to English.
A soggy leaf blew into her face, snapping her out of the memory. Why did he have to give me his stupid notes anyway? Emma pondered as she leaned against the alcove, turning to look at the downpour just a few feet away.
The weather report had called for clear skies all week. So she declined Ruby’s offer to drive her home from work before the brunette took off camping for the weekend with Granny. She walked by his house, famous for its post-game parties, on her route from the diner anyway. Seemed simple enough.
Emma should have known better right then – nothing in her life was ever simple.