Just a rather not-so-quick response to a prompt I got on my Tumblr (CaptainSwanHanLeia...if you're wondering) that asked for some stereotypical bad boy Killian that the parents don't like. It kind of got out of hand and is probably filled with mistakes because I wrote it in like three half hour segments and I haven't had time to edit it but wanted to get it published, but I hope you enjoy!
Also, thanks to everyone who's sent me reviews! I've been swamped with school work and real life work and being sick and everything else, so I haven't had a chance to respond individually, but I DEFINITELY appreciate them! You guys don't go unnoticed!
Enjoy!
Stereotypical
"But Daddy, I love him!"
When Emma Swan's life became as cliche as they come, she wasn't totally sure. In fact, she hated stereotypes, and as Elsa continuously reminded her, everything that had happened in the last few months was basically something a angsty teenage romance novel or musical could be based on. It was kind of like she was the star in her own production of Grease or Footloose. Alright, so maybe not that extreme. After all, they definitely hadn't outlawed dancing in Storybrooke, and as far as she knew there weren't any Pink Ladies hanging around the high school.
But before he came along, Emma had been normal, or rather, differently normal. She dated the nice guys, much to the relief of her parents. The regular, old-fashioned, ice cream parlor date kinds of guys. The kind of guys who would end the night, at promptly nine o'clock, mind you, with a cautious kiss on the cheek. The guys who wouldn't go any further than holding your hand at the movie theater. The kind of guy who was just like your own father.
Now, while, to a point, it was sort of nice to be dating a "prince charming" type of guy, sometimes that just doesn't cut it. Oh no. She'd had enough of all that. Emma Swan might be a good girl, but she was sure as hell done with good boys.
It had all started several months previous, well into her senior year at Storybrooke High, just after yet another disastrous date with her father's hand-picked boyfriend, Walsh.
"So you had a bad date, big deal" Elsa commented, "It seems to me that every guy in this school has the idea that date night means movie theater, and something tells me your Dad doesn't help promote a substitute image."
Emma sighed, turning to her best friend, "I guess, but I still don't get it. Does every date have to be the same? And do I always have to be home by nine? Is it too much to ask for a real kiss goodnight, or better yet, a makeout session in the hallway where my parents could interrupt at any moment?"
"You know, for the Valedictorian of our class, who also happens to volunteer at the nursing home, hospital, and elementary school, you sure have some vivid images of what you want in a man" Elsa laughed. "Then again, you wouldn't be the first."
"And what do you mean by that?" Emma asked quickly, closing her locker and throwing her bag over her shoulder so they could walk to class.
With a sly smile, Elsa walked after her, "Well, you know...the stereotypical good girl going for the stereotypical bad boy? It's been done before Emma, and if I know you, which I do, you're not generally one for cliches."
Correction: She hadn't been one for cliches.
~K&E~
With only a few months left until Graduation, it didn't make much sense for a new senior student to be transferring to Storybrooke HIgh, but alas, Emma had been called down to the office to give her regular "Welcome to our High School" tour. She'd been doing it since her sophomore year, introducing new students to the building and many of the more popular teachers, and to be completely honest, she loved helping out. Just another part of her "good girl" status, Elsa would suggest.
But as Emma approached the office, the new student sitting in the chairs on the other side of the window, she had to take a deep breath. This new student was obviously not the stereotypical good guy that was usually found hanging around the halls of her high school.
From through the window, she could see instantly that he was sporting a leather jacket with a dark shirt underneath, paired with dark wash jeans that, in the right lighting, looked more like leather than anything else. Then her eyes roamed up to his face, taking in the dark hair, piercing blue eyes and a scruff covered jawline that could probably cut through concrete.
After a gulp, Emma approached the office, a smile plastered on her face as she walked up to the new student, holding out her hand. "You must be Killian," she said, her voice disobeying her and cracking a bit, "Welcome to Storybrooke. I'm Emma Nolan."
"You know my name" he said quickly, and of course he'd have an accent too, causing his deep voice to have an ever so attractive lilt. He took her hand in his, shaking it firmly once before standing, his height bringing him to stand a number of inches above her.
She laughed lightly, dropping his hand, "Yeah, they give me the names of the new students. I've always kind of found it weird."
He raised an eyebrow at her, a smile tugging at his lips and God, she hadn't noticed the fact that his eyes were rimmed with eyeliner.
Keep it together Emma. It's just a tour.
Another awkward moment passed before she took a step back towards the door, clearing her throat, "Well, let's show you the school, right?"
"As you wish" was his reply, and Emma was glad she had turned away because either this guy had no idea where that quote was from or he knew exactly where it was from and she was in for a tour filled with obnoxious flirting.
But then again, wasn't this the exact kind of guy she had just told Elsa she wanted?
Pushing any other thoughts out of her mind, Emma led Killian through the school, trying to ignore the fact that his eyes were more on her than the school itself. The only questions he would ask were about which locations were busy. First it had been "does the school have a large band program or are those practice rooms general vacant?" and then asking about the chairs in a dark corner of the library, and finally about the bathrooms furthest from any of the classrooms.
Usually, Emma ate lunch with the new student on their first day, right after the tour, just to make sure they wouldn't be alone, but at this rate she was just having trouble keeping it together. Maybe Elsa was right, she shouldn't go for the stereotypical bad boy. But then again, there was just something about him that seemed more interesting, more adventurous, more exciting than Walsh, or Graham, or Thomas, or even Neal, who had been the most "bad-boy-esque" she'd gotten in her entire life.
"So tell me about yourself" she said, sitting across from Killian at the table in the caf, a plate filled with suspicious looking meatloaf before her.
He glanced down at the food on his own plate before turning back up to look at her, "Why talk about me? I'd rather talk about you."
She was blushing, she knew it, and the fact that she quickly looked down at her food and began eating wasn't helping either. Killian chuckled across from her and picked up his own fork, giving in a bit to her prompt, "My brother moved us here. That's about all there is to know."
Swallowing her bite of meatloaf, Emma looked back up at him, "You live with your brother?" she questioned, realizing a little too late that she was probably prying into his personal life and she really didn't need to be because, after all, it wasn't like she'd see him much after they left the table. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean…" she began, attempting to correct herself when he didn't respond further, but he waved her off.
"It's fine. I get lots of questions about it, but yeah, I do live with my brother, Liam. He had a new job so we moved here. But you know Love, it's customary that now that I've answered one of your questions that you answer one of mine."
"I'm not your Love," she returned quickly, glaring at him a bit, despite the fact that she was pretty sure she was going to enjoy the game they were about to play. "But go ahead."
"Let's see" Killian responded, setting his fork down again and taking a moment to ponder, "You're the sweetheart of this town, aren't you?"
Emma laughed, "what kind of question is that?" Of course, he'd hit the nail on the head, but everyone already knew that. It wasn't really a question.
"Humor me" he returned with a raised eyebrow and a grin, which she'd already learned to be his trademark, "I'm new here, after all. I have to learn the dynamics of the town somehow."
"Yes. I guess you could say that I'm the sweetheart of the town" she answered him with a bit of an edge. "And what does that matter to you?"
He took another bite of his meatloaf, much slower than he really needed to, taking his time before swallowing, and she figured he was simply trying to draw things out longer than he needed to. Swirling her fork through her mashed potatoes, she continued to stare at him until he'd finished and appeared ready to answer her question. "Oh, it means everything Lass."
"Love and Lass in one sitting? Plus that accent? Where did you grow up anyway?"
"Ireland. Moved here to America a number of years ago. What about you? Lived here your whole life?" he asked quickly before she could answer another question, intent on continuing their game.
"I've lived here in Storybrooke my whole life. Haven't really been out of the city much, except for a trip to Disneyland when I was seven" Emma answered, quickly attempting to come up with her next question. "What does your brother do?"
"He works with the Navy actually. It's meant a lot of moving around without much notice." He eyed her then, as she seemed to accept that answer and turned back to her food. "Do you have a boyfriend, Emma?" he asked, using her name for the first time, causing her breath to catch.
This was not part of the plan. No. This was not a good idea. And yet, she couldn't help herself. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Perhaps I would."
~K&E~
She saw him often enough after the first day. He'd pop by her locker after school occasionally. Or rather, he'd stop and stand at the end of the hall her locker was located in, watching as Elsa talked on, oblivious to the fact that her best friend had locked eyes with the school's new resident bad-boy. Emma knew from the rumors that he'd already been in detention more than once, and from what the rumor mill had to say, he'd hit on plenty of girls, if not done more. Still, it sure as hell seemed to her that he only had eyes for one girl.
Her.
At first she was kind of creeped out by it, but as time went on, Emma began to realize that it was getting harder and harder to hide the fact that, deep down, she really was attracted to this Killian Jones. She'd let Walsh down a week or so ago, sick and tired of dates to the movie theater (they'd gone there six times in a row and after about the third she'd just had enough), meaning that she was indeed single. And Killian knew it too.
"He's there again" Elsa whispered to her as she walked up behind Emma at her locked, causing her to jump.
"God, Elsa, don't scare me like that."
Her friend let out a laugh, "You've got it bad."
"What?" Emma asked, turning back to her locker in an attempt to hide the blush that was surely rising on her cheeks.
Elsa turned to lean against the locker next to Emma's, glancing back at the dark figure at the end of the hall. "Killian. You like him. A lot."
"No I don't" she responded quickly. "We didn't have any Chem homework tonight, did we?"
"Don't try to change the subject" she said, hitting Emma on the arm. "Now come on. Just admit it. You like him, and considering the fact that he stands there just about every day now, I'd say he's got it bad for you too."
"And that's just the problem, isn't it?" Emma asked with a sigh, closing her locker.
"Problem? What the hell are you talking about? There doesn't seem to be a problem to me. Emma, the hot new guy is half in love with you and you're calling that a problem?"
"Well according to the stereotypes, he's a bad-boy, and I'm not about to be cliche and do the whole good-girl meets bad-boy and they fall in love thing. You said it yourself. It's not my style."
Elsa glared at her, crossing her arms over her chest, "But you also happened to say that you wanted more than a good guy, right? No more dates to the movie theater where you sit and they hold your hand? Real goodnight makeout sessions in the hallway where your parents could interrupt? Unpredictable adventure? I'm pretty sure he" she said, nudging her head in the direction of where Killian still stood, apparently brooding at the end of the hall, "could give you all of that and then plenty more to hold you over."
"But just because that's what I want doesn't make it right," Emma replied, leaning back against the wall, glancing in Killian's direction.
"Doesn't mean you shouldn't do it. Come on Emma! There's only a couple months left until Graduation. Have an adventure before we all become ridiculously boring college students."
Emma laughed, "I thought college was where things got interesting, not boring."
"They say that but Emma, I know you. College will mean constant working. Now go. You've got nothing to lose here."
"Actually, I have just about everything to lose" she replied, standing so she was facing Killian now, his eyebrow raising in interest as their eyes met.
"Maybe, but that's what makes this fun" Elsa said before finally pushing Emma towards the end of the hallway. She kept going, and for a minute Emma thought her friend had followed, but by the time she was standing close enough to Killian to talk, she realized Elsa had stayed behind, snickering a bit.
"Swan" Killian said suddenly, ripping her out of her mental note to get on her best friend's case about ditching her, "glad you finally decided to join me."
"Swan?" she asked, confused. "Why in the world are you calling me that?"
Killian laughed, "you remind me of one. A swan. Gentle, graceful, protective and determined. The name just suits you."
"And that gives you license to call me that?"
"It's just a nickname Swan. Now tell me," he continued, standing a bit straighter, "what brings you over to idly chat with me?"
Emma rolled her eyes, "you keep staring. Every day you're just standing down here, staring at me like it's a game. If you want to ask me out why don't you just come down to my locker and do it."
"Are you asking me out, Swan?"
Crap. "No, I wasn't intending to, I mean…" she stumbled over words.
"You've gone red" Killian mentioned, obviously amused by her attempts to back herself out of the corner she'd created. "But if you really want to go out on a date, I suppose I could swing by around 7 tonight. That is, if you let me know where you live."
"815 Misthaven Way" Elsa answered for her, apparently having finally caught up to her friend. "She'll be ready."
With another sly smile, Killian bid the two ladies goodbye and headed off in his own direction, leaving Emma to wonder what the hell had just happened.
~K&E~
Their first date was actually impressively successful. For some reason, underneath his bad-boy leather jacket and his tendency to skip class, he was actually rather caring. Typical, Emma thought to herself when she pondered the date later on.
He had picked her up promptly at 7, although he hadn't come up to the apartment to greet her parents as all the other boys did, meaning her father began the night frustrated. He actually greatly enjoyed the "Don't hurt my daughter and have her home by nine" speech, but Emma was thrilled at the lack of it.
Elsa had put her in a pair of tight skinny jeans, a rather see-through top and a red leather jacket that Emma had hiding in the back of her closet, which turned out to be rather perfect for the date as he helped her climb onto the back of his motorcycle (because of course he had one of those too) and drove them off to the docks.
While uncertain of whether he stole the boat, rented it for the night or actually owned it, they spent the evening out on the water, Killian showing her his rather impressive sailing skills and it all made sense considering the fact that he eventually told her his brother was a Captain in the Navy.
And by the end of the night, Emma realized that she, the good-girl, had obviously fallen for the bad-boy.
Of course, just as she had wished, he'd ended the night with a very real kiss in the hallway outside her parent's apartment, only it didn't get much further considering the fact that her father opened the door at the exact wrong moment, causing Killian to grin before pressing another quick kiss to her lips and running back down the stairs, leaving Emma and a brooding father behind him.
"So that was your date then?" David Nolan asked, watching the boy hurry out of the building. "What's his name?"
"Killian Jones" Emma said, a little breathy.
"WHAT?" her father suddenly said, louder than before and Emma was certainly glad that the other apartment in the building was currently vacant. "Killian 'I've gotten arrested twice since coming to town' Jones? That Killian Jones?"
Emma turned to walk back in the apartment, suppressing the want to yell back at her father and where the hell had that want come from? "Yeah, I guess? But he's really a nice guy and it was just one date. It doesn't mean anything."
"From the way he was just kissing you I'd say it does mean something. Emma," he continued, her mother joining their conversation as she walked into the room, trying to figure out what they could be going on about, "I don't want you involved with him. He's dangerous, reckless, no good…"
"Bad?" she asked, finishing his sentence. "He's the bad-boy out to get with the good-girl, right?"
"Right" he nodded, letting out a breath he'd been holding in, although his eyes still appeared wild and angry. "Nothing good will come from you dating someone like him."
"So what, you forbid me from seeing him again?"
"Yes."
"Fine" she said after a moment, hurrying off up the stairs to her bedroom, leaving a stunned mother and a still-frustrated father in her wake.
~K&E~
Like every stereotypical good-girl, bad-boy story, she didn't stop seeing him. Just because her parents had forbid her from seeing him didn't mean she could avoid him all the time. After all, they went to the same small town high school, and of course they were bound to run into one another occasionally. Then again, she wasn't sure her parents would consider their run-ins to be occasional or accidental.
He met her every morning, having learnt quickly that, if he parked his motorcycle in the right spot and at the right time, he'd meet her on the way into the building. Then he figured out that, at lunch, by sitting in the right spot, they could lock eyes every time she looked up from her food. And as the days went by, he formed a plan, which eventually he put into action.
The first time it happened, it had shocked her to the point where she'd hit him on the arm, a little more forcefully than he'd expect as well. He'd done it on her way out the building, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the dark old-gym that was never used following the construction of the field house on the other end of the school. When she realized who had pulled her in there, the only light illuminating them from the cracks of the door, she couldn't help but laugh. His lips quickly caught any sounds threatening to escape and alert someone to their presence, his arms instantly going around her waist to pull her hard against him.
"You'd better keep quiet, Swan, or else someone's going to hear you and then what good will my work to find us a hidden rendezvous be?" he asked with a whisper.
"Killian" she let out finally, her forehead still resting against his. "You know my parents said…"
"I don't give a damn what they said."
Emma laughed, "Funny, because for the first time in my life, neither do I."
~K&E~
As time went on and they grew closer to Graduation, Emma found herself sneaking off with Killian more and more. First it would be a simple lie to her parents about where she was for an hour after school everyday (a new club, she'd said. Something about literature). Then it was getting Elsa to cover for her every other Friday night, claiming she'd been at her house or out to the movies or something instead of out with Killian. And finally, she'd spend her time any time she could spare at school with him, hidden away on old wrestling mats in the dark, quiet gym.
And the best part was, her parents were none the wiser.
She still couldn't put her finger on it though, what exactly it was that she liked so much about Killian. Maybe it was the fact that he brought adventure into her life where other guys would simply fall short or the way that, despite his tough-guy attitude, he took care of her and treated her like the princess her parents had always wanted her to be. Either way, she wasn't sure, but Elsa did have a good laugh at the fact that it seemed that her Prince Charming was more like a pirate than anything else. After all, he definitely had the guyliner and leather down.
But as all stories go, everything had to come crashing down eventually. It happened one night, a couple of weeks before graduation. Her parents had left for the night, apparently going out of town to visit with one of her mother's old friends, Ruby, meaning Emma had the place to herself.
Killian, as prompt as ever, appeared at her door at 7, only a few minutes after her parents had left, and they retreated to the living room to watch a movie (she'd laughed at the fact that, considering her prior date experience, they'd never actually just sat down to watch a movie together). He let her pick, choosing The Princess Bride, and something told her that his bad-boy attitude was left out in the hallway, because in his arms, she'd never felt safer, especially when he pressed a light kiss to the back of her head when the film started and the ever famous "As You Wish" was explained.
They didn't get much further into the film before her parents reappeared though, having forgotten something. Only instead of finding their usually perfect daughter sitting at the table studying or watching a movie alone, they walked into the apartment to see Emma's limbs tangled with Killian's.
"What is he doing here?" David asked immediately, and Emma and Killian quickly jumped up from their previously comfortable position on the couch. "I thought I forbid you from ever seeing him again?"
"David" Mary Margaret said, trying to calm her husband, although Emma knew that, if she looked into her mother's eyes, she'd find absolute anger there too.
"Maybe I should go" Killian said quickly and lowly from beside her, hand balled into a fist.
With a huff her father agreed, "I think that would be wise. And Jones...don't ever intend on coming back."
But just as Killian was about to move to leave, Emma threw out her arm, blocking his path. "No" she said forcefully, glaring at her father as she took a step towards Killian. "He's not leaving."
David's eyebrows raised, "What? I'm pretty sure you have no jurisdiction here Emma. He's leaving. Now. And you are going to your room because you deliberately disobeyed me."
"And you weren't being fair" Emma shot back, causing her mother to gasp.
"Emma" she started, obviously shocked at her daughter's attitude. "What's gotten into you?"
"Really, Swan, I should leave" Killian continued, but she continued to hold him back.
"Yes, he should" David said again, his arms now crossed over his chest, his glare at Killian only strengthening. "I told you to never see him again and since you obviously couldn't handle that the first time, then I'll just have to make sure you follow it this time. This boy is no good Emma. He doesn't even call you by your real name. Just Swan" he said, spitting out the nickname like it was something foul.
"But Daddy, I love him" she said, a little shocked at the fact that those words were actually coming out of her mouth. "You don't even know him" Emma continued, and she knew Killian was standing beside her, mouth agape at this point probably. "You don't realize how good he is to me, how he treats me like a princess, just like you treated me growing up. You don't understand how much better he makes my life. And if you don't want him here then you don't want me here either."
Silence fell upon the room, no one willing to speak, just the sound of heavy breathing filling the emptiness. Emma had turned a bit at the end of her speech, moving to stand against Killian, her hand on his chest. Mary Margaret had previously taken her husband's arm, both of their eyes filled with anger, confusion and a bit of regret. Killian, meanwhile, clenched his jaw, wishing for nothing other than to be out of the situation he was currently in. After all, if he hadn't fallen for this ridiculous, beautiful Swan-Girl, then he wouldn't even be here. But he was, and it appeared that there was no turning back now.
"Do you really love him?" her mother finally piped up, eyeing the two of them suspiciously, but Emma sensed a hint of recognition in her voice.
"Yeah, I do" she answered her, turning to Killian for a moment, locking their eyes before turning back to her parents. "And to be completely honest, I don't care what you think about him. I realize that this is all kind of cliche. I know there are things that you don't like about him, but everyone has faults, and that's ok. What's important is that he treats me the way I want to be treated, like an equal. He takes care of me, protects me, makes sure I'm happy, and maybe he doesn't do that for anyone else, but he does it for me" she continued, her thumb lightly running back and forth over his chest, "and that's what's important."
With another deep breath, David looked down at the floor, and Emma left Killian's side to stand by her father's, taking his hand in hers, "Isn't that what you've always told me? That I need to find someone who is willing to put me first, no matter what the rest of the world looks like?"
"It is" he agreed, looking up at his daughter.
"Well he does that, and I don't know if this is going to work out between us in the future, but I sure as hell want to try, and I'm not going to let you stop me from that. I know what you went through to make your happy ending with mom a reality, and now it's my turn to find my own happy ending."
"I just wish it wasn't with him" Charming commented, looking past Emma to Killian, who clenched his jaw once more, attempting to look tough. His eyes failed him though, and Charming could see a little bit of himself in the boy. The same determination, the same fierceness, and the same love. "But, I suppose, if he makes you happy…" he trailed off.
Emma smiled before him, "He does Daddy. He does." David nodded and Emma returned to Killian, wrapping her arms around him before facing her parents again.
"This doesn't mean I like you Jones" her father said sternly, "and just so we're clear, you're going to have to prove to me that you're more than a leather jacket and some eyeliner."
"You going to run me through with a sword if I fail?" Killian joked, and Mary Margaret had to hold her husband back a bit.
"Don't test him" Emma whispered, "he really does have a sword." And as Killian stiffened against her, mother and daughter laughed as they held onto their loves.
