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"If I had come back I would have made sure she fulfilled that promise" Jefferson pointed out "she just stopped me from coming back", he didn't like to think- didn't want to think- about the time he had spent in Wonderland, missing his daughter and slowly going insane locked in that hat room. "I guess it shows that I've a higher standard of character though, at least I haven't mentioned Milah".

"Oh come on. Did you really think the queen would make payment on something she promised?" He laughed but not without a tinge of guilt. An apology would be damn near impossible for the pirate but perhaps he would let up a bit. To avoid a fight, he'd say. "I'd say you've gotten a bit dim over the years if you were that innocent." Insulting his intelligence was better, right?

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AU: Sleppy Hollow in real time - Claire Holt, Sebastian stan for my bb bluemethy

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At the comment Jefferson felt like he had been punched in the stomach. With a sledgehammer. Repeatedly. If he had known what were to happen in Wonderland he would have never agreed to help the queen out, he only did it so that he could give Grace everything that she wanted. "Don't you ever say that again" his voice seething as he said so, "if I had known...". He paused and shook his head "I never would have if it hadn't been for me wanting Grace to have everything she desired".

He was, without any doubt, furious at the insult against his ship. He considered his ship his greatest accomplishment. To insult it was to insult his life's work--most of what he was proud of. "Oh no, Jeffy, I think I could be doing far better than a half rate portal hopper got, betrayed his family for the Queen." He'd heard all of that from Cora, when they were actually working together. If anything he was rather sympathetic of the man's past. But he couldn't say that, obviously.

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He knocked the pirates hand off his shoulder again, harder this time to equal the force that he was exuding on him, he would not let the pirate win this. Narrowing his eyes he shrugged at him, "oh yes, it is obvious who could be doing better here- me. You're just some pirate with a ship which isn't all that impressive. I'd have to say I've seen much better than your little boat".

At the movement of his hand all he did we replace it, this time with a bit of force behind his grip. He had to show he wasn’t threatened, or even willing to take an obvious hint. “I didn’t say I don’t like what I see…” He said, eyes flicking over him with no subtlety. “But I do suggest you not think so highly of yourself here. I think it’s quite clear who could be doing better.” A rude remark, yes, but those were fairly common so he didn’t seem to have a problem saying it.

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Jefferson brushed Killian's hand off, his lip curling upwards as if his hand was particularly nasty. "I don't care what you say Hooky, I like what I like and if you don't like it you know where the door is" Jefferson said overly sweetly, his voice darker underneath. He really didn't care to be laughed at, let alone by a second rate pirate.

"Oh, yes, I'm so happy you've taken pity on me, Jefferson Sir." He couldn't keep a straight face for more than two or three words and he could barely finish his sentence before he laughed, uncontrollably it seemed. He reached his hand out to touch Jefferson's shoulder, quickly using him to keep himself balanced in his boyish laughing. Though really, he couldn't help but be rather glad that Jefferson hadn't turned him down entirely. Even if it didn't surpass the not so occasional forced kiss, it was rather fun.

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Jefferson rolled his eyes at the comment, "then I guess you'll just have to live without the knowledge of how much it happens with me then" he challenged, trying to think of a good enough reason to pry the information out of the pirate. "You should just be glad that I like the taste of you enough to keep you around Captain".

Killian only shrugged in response, deciding to keep with the 'I don't remember' excuse. Purely to annoy him, as usual. "I told you before, Jeffy, I'm not sure. You'll just have to be satisfied with the knowledge that I have. Well, that I do "

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Sebastian Stan as a kitty - Sorry not sorry

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Regina

My otp: Mad QueenMy most hated pairing: Swan QueenMy unusual otp: Evil CharmingMy crossover otp: I don't have one, I haven't really thought about it.My brotp/friendship otp: Evil CricketAn image that shows how I feel about the character:

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Put a character in my ask box and I’ll tell you …

My otp: My most hated pairing:  My unusual otp:  My crossover otp: My brotp/friendship otp: An image that shows how I feel about the character:

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"I don’t even know what would happen if it was in Storybrooke. Probably alcohol again and some sort of offer to really give him something to wank to. And then a lot of smugness."

thehookedcaptain, on Hook and Jefferson having sex.

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He had to admit that he was surprised at how eagerly the imp reacted to his proposition of sorts, with the fact that he was the one bringing him into a kiss and not the other way round. He all but licked into Rumple's mouth as he kissed him, drawing away with his teeth dragging on his bottom lip and a wide smirk on his face.

"Of course I can handle some pain" he bragged, unsure on what the Dark One considered pain- sexually at least, the whole land knew exactly what Rumple could do if you caught him on an off day. "It all depends if you can manage it, doesn't it old man?" he challenged him, a spark gleaming in his eye as the grin only widened. He was sure he could, but if there was only ever to be one time with the imp, he would make sure that it was done right.

"And I did ask for better than gold"

payment of a different kind || ibreakdealsdearie

Rumple watched him warily as the Hatter strode forward. Confusion filtered into his expression. 

“Different?” he questioned, “Well what do you-oh.”

As Jefferson placed a hand on his crotch, Rumple felt a shiver ripple down his spine. So he wanted that, eh? Clearly, the Hatter had no idea what he was getting into.

“Better than Gold?” he whispered, pulling the other close by gripping the back of his head and pulling down, effectively colliding their lips together in a searing kiss. “I do hope you don’t mind a bit of pain, dearie.”  

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Happy St Patricks day!

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As Rumple walked over to the table Jefferson followed him from a different angel, meeting him at the tea table, as he reached into his vest however Jefferson threw out an arm stopping him. He had gone to all that extra work, when the imp could so easily have saved him the trouble, so of course he wanted more- or at least more than he usual standard bag of gold that he was given.

"I don't want gold, I want something different"

He said more than aware that he was heading into more than dangerous territory, especially if the Dark One- and the reminder of who he was really hit home- didn't want it. Instead, stopping his hand, he lowered his own and placed it over Rumplestiltskin's crotch. His body tense with nerves at the thought of what line he was now crossing.

"Something better than Gold"

payment of a different kind || ibreakdealsdearie

Rumple barely glanced at Jefferson, too absorbed in his spinning to bother. Eventually though, he became weary of watching the wheel and slowly stood, turning to face the Hatter with a delighted little giggle. “Yes, I could have. But I didn’t.” 

The imp giggled, making his way over to the table that held a tray of tea and snacks. “Help yourself.” he said, “I’m sure you’ll want your payment?” 

Already, he was reaching into the breast pocket of his vest, searching for the bag of gold that he prepared. 

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payment of a different kind || ibreakdealsdearie

To say that his latest excursion into the hat was eventful was a severe understatement, because inbetween being accosted by the King's daughter and being mistaken for Saint Baron of somethingorother, managing to sneak in and out quietly was proving tougher than he would have liked. What was even less likable was the fact that to leave he almost had to dive head first into the hat whilst there was a stampede of angry men trying to burst through the locked door; another realm he doubted he could visit again for a long long time. Shame, he quite liked that one- it was full of interesting people and it wasn't like he could say that he had ever been bored there- angry mobs aside.

So when he found himself back inside one of the less used wings of the Dark Castle, as he made a point of never simply appearing right in front of Rumple, mostly due to the fact that he didn't always look so... neat all of the time. He more than thought he deserved what he was getting from the imp in return. With his hat on his head he walked into the main hall to where he was standing and handed over the staff which allegedly had once belonged to Moses and lent against one of the tables in the room.

"You could have warned me about it being protected by the Kings personal guard"

Jefferson drawled out as he watched Rumple work his magic on the spinning wheel. He could blame that much on Rumple, enough so that it wasn't entirely his fault that the guard were running after him for offending a princess and a bad case of mistaken identity. Thankfully at least the hat usually dropped him off at least some place close to where he wanted. Easier ins and outs. Mostly.

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And not let everyone know what I enjoy reading?

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