A/N Follower Appreciation Prompt: "ur just a random stranger and i've been ranting to you for like 20 minutes about how much i hate this one band but now several groups of people came up to you asking for pics and autographs, and oh shit it turns out you're in the band i've been going on about" au
Requested by timeless-love-story . I hope you enjoy this! Please let me know what you think!
Huge thanks to lenfaz for looking this over.
"Is this seat taken, lass?" A heavily accented voice murmured in front of her.
Emma rolled her eyes. She really didn't have time to deal with some guy trying to flirt with her, especially not when she had a huge British Lit final that she needed to study for. Glancing up from her copy of The Heart of Darkness, her eyes widened as she took in the owner of the voice.
His hair was dark and had that artfully disheveled look to it. A chiseled jaw line led to the most beautiful blue eyes that she'd ever seen. He was dressed simply in a pair of ripped jeans, black henley, and black chucks. A black leather motorcycle jacket completed the look, as did the eyebrow arched in her direction. She bit her lip, he was easily the hottest guy she'd ever seen.
"Lass? The seat?" He questioned once more, reminding her that she actually needed to speak and not just stare.
She felt her cheeks flush and knew the were turning red. "Um… sure." Grabbing her books from his side of the table she gave him an apologetic smile. "Sorry. I have a big test tomorrow."
He waved her off and shot a brilliant smile in her direction. "No worries. Heart of Darkness, eh?"
His head inclined in the direction of her book and she shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah. Not a huge Brit Lit fan, it is so dry and boring, but I need the class."
His hand rose to scratch the nape of his neck. It was then she realized what she had done. Nice going, Emma. Insult british literature to the Brit. Amazing plan. What was it about this man that made her so off kilter? She'd met him five minutes ago and had already embarrassed herself twice.
"Sorry." She lifted her shoulders sheepishly. "I don't normally make a habit of insulting people's heritage to their faces."
"No worries. Between you and me, I'm not much on a Conrad fan myself either." He shot a wink in her direction.
Relief flooded her body as she returned her eyes to the novel. As soon as she was able to locate her spot, the music in the cafe switched and she let out a sigh drawing the attention of her table mate.
"Something the matter, lass?"
She placed her on the table in front of her. "It's nothing… just I hate this song."
His eyes seemed to widen in shock. "You don't like The Dashing Rapscallions?"
The disbelief in his tone had her rolling her eyes. "Ugh. God no. They are horrible."
"Quite passionate there, Miss…" His voice trailed off so she could supply her name.
"Swan. Emma Swan." She held her hand out to shake his hand. "And you?"
"Killian." He grabbed her hand and could swear she felt sparks shoot up her arm.
"What? No last name?" She teased lightly.
His tongue ran over his lip. "Where's the fun in that, love?"
She could feel her face flush at his words. Oh, he definitely knew what he was doing and she was definitely falling for it. Hook, line, and sinker.
"So, if you don't like The Dashing Rapscallions who do you like?" He seemed genuinely interested in her opinion as he shifted to get more comfortable in the chair.
She bit the inside of her cheek. Her music taste was a bit different from most women her age. She had an affliction for the harder stuff. Mostly due to a childhood that had left her angry and bitter. Even now, after she'd accumulated her own makeshift family with her friends, she still preferred a nice distorted guitar sound over anything else.
She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and prepared herself for his reaction. "Metallica. They are without a doubt, my favorite band."
Like so many times before, she watched as his features shifted into shock. He blinked several times, and then chuckled. "You...You like Metallica? Forgive me, love, that is the last thing I expected you to say."
"I know." She smiled shyly.
"So that's why you don't like The Dashing Rapscallions then, because they are not metal?" His fingers drummed the table lightly.
She shook her head. "No. Their lyrics are are cookie cutter at best and their sound is like every other band out right now. There's no passion to their music. Where's the anger? Where's the sadness. A good band can make you feel with their lyrics. They can calm you when you're angry or focus you when you need to be. The Dashing Crapscallions can't do that. They're not talented enough."
Killian looked taken aback for a moment. He opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by the barista yelling the name Killian Jones through the cafe. Suddenly, all eyes were focused on the two of them.
What the hell was going on? The next thing she knew, their table was surrounded by a crowd of people. Girls were crying, guys stared on in shock, it was utter madness. It made no sense, who was this guy?
It wasn't until a girl stood next to her that she noticed it. The girl had on a black t-shirt with the words The Dashing Rapscallions written across it in red. Underneath was a picture of the band and right there, in the center, was the man she'd spent the last twenty minutes talking to, the last twenty minutes flirting with. She'd spent the last twenty minutes telling him how utterly terrible his band was as well. She closed her eyes running her fingers through her locks. Killian Jones of The Dashing Rapscallions.
She was a fucking idiot.
Once the crowd dispersed, Killian having signed everything that was handed to him, he turned his body back to her with an amused expression on his face.
"I'm sorry!" She all but shrieked the words out. "I didn't know. I would never…"
Her words tailed off as he leaned over the table into her space. "Actually, love, Your opinion was rather eye-opening. Perhaps we could discuss it more over, let's say, dinner this weekend?"
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. He wanted to have dinner with her. Even though she'd pretty much told him his band was terrible and talentless. How was this even possible? How…
She was torn from her thoughts as he reached out and lifted her fingers to his lips, kissing the back of her hand lightly. "I would really like to have dinner with you, Miss Emma Swan. Even if you think I am a talentless wanker." He whispered the words with an easy smile on his face.
Before she could change her mind, she nodded. "Okay. I'll go to dinner with you."
The grin on his face could light a whole block it was so bright. She was so screwed.
(They went on their first date the following weekend.)
(Six months later, he asked her to critic the new album.)
(The album debuted at number one and stayed there for ten weeks.)
(They got married two years later.)
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