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"Killian Jones. But most people know me by more colorful moniker, Hook"

 ✗ Independent Captain Hook/Killian Jones From ABC’S OUAT ✗ A little over a year and a half of role-play experience, all on tumblr ✗ Mun and Muse are of age. Smut roleplaying will happen and it will be tagged nsfw ✗ Multi-verse, multi-shipping (selectively), OC’s welcome ✗ Loves AU’s and adores alternate canon ✗ All types of role-play are welcome. (paras, ask chats, icon/gif chats, one liners, etc)

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Killian “I’ve been tied up in bed… not in the good way” Jones.

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Ah yes there must have been trouble if the dark one was ordering that drink. Absinthe a very hard alcohol, prepared incorrectly could have terrible effects. It was evident the man before him really want to forget something. He knew the feeling all to well to be honest, he spent years trying to forget Emma, and no amount of drinks could sooth his heart ache.

His words confirmed it. "Ah so something is wrong then?" he questioned watching as the man prepared his drink.

Killian have him a small laugh. "I'm not here to gloat about anything mate, I'm simply just interested, My love life isn't any better that I can assure you" he said drinking back a shot.

Good lord the man was looking to get pissed, the amount of liquid he was taking back. "Slow down mate you don't want to get too drunk too fast" he joked drinking another shot

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"Golden Hook is one of my otps. They have such insane chemistry."

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Killian watched the dark one carefully. He knew the other man had seen him which is precisely why he had sat seats away from him. The crocodile didn't want me be near him almost as much as the pirate wanted to be away from him.

It was odd to see the crocodile in this bar though. He never seemed like the type to let lose and just have a drink. His order of a full large bottle really troubled the pirate. Clearly the man was going through a phase of some kind. His presence although not welcome, peaked the pirates interest. And since he had nothing better to do, Killian decided to take a chance.

He got up from his seat his bottle in hand and moved to sit next to this most deadly foe. "Trouble in paradise mate?" he asked taking a swing of his rum.

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Killian couldn't help but grin at the man answer. "Ah finally see through your facade did she?" he asked asked a grin plastered on his features. "Well you would have my regards, but I do think she's better off this way" he said a matter of factly.

He flinched at the sudden contact. Not that it hurt it was just a surprise. "No" he practically sneered. As the other man continued to taunt him. He did his best to ignore it, up an till he asked what Emma meant to him, well more like commanded him.

He flashed him a growl as he turned to look at him. "She is my friend, and nothing more" he sneered. "So why don't you get off your high horse and tell me what you actually wanted to tell me"

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Well, that had certainly spoiled Rumpelstiltskin’s mood; whatever that mood may have been, it had certainly spiraled upon the pirates question. “I assure you I don’t know WHERE she is. Probably with her good-for-nothing father.” His words oozed venom at the mention of Maurice.

Despite the malice of his speech, Rumpel was actually struggling to keep his composure. He had been composed when he summoned Hook, perhaps bringing him to the shop and allowing him to speak had been a mistake. Rumpel set his expression to hard and glaring, but on the inside he felt shaken. He’d managed to stop thinking about the divorce papers hidden in the drawer of his desk, but it all came rushing back when Killian asked about his wife.

The cane he was using to lean against came up, and he poked Killian in the middle of the chest with the end of it. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to be obviously noticeable. “And what of Ms. Swan? Hmm? Were you able to say goodbye to her before I inevitably crush your heart?” He honestly had no idea what his grandson’s mother meant to Hook. All he knew was the gossip that Belle brought home with her…..Or USED to bring home with her.

"How much of a sore spot is she for you, hmm, dearie? Do tell. And that isn’t a suggestion, it’s an order." he smirked. "What does Ms. Swan mean to you."

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He wanted to be as far away from the crocodile as he could for the moment. The man was giving room to roam around and damn well he was going to take it. If he was to die at his foe's hands he would remain as far away as possible until he was called back to do the other mans bidding. lord knows what he would have him do. He just hoped he leaved the people he cared about out of it.

Emma, she was his only friend and he cared for her but that was it nothing more. They weren't together, he just didn't feel that way. His heart still ached for his first love and to think now he was the slave to the very man who took her from him in the first place.

He had to get to Emma, he had to say goodbye to her. She was after all the only person who actually cared for him in this godforsaken town. He didn't get very far before he herd the command being spoken. Grumbling to himself he turned around and raced back towards the crocodiles shop.

He arrived as quickly as he could and shut the with a thud. He looked around a small grin playing at his lips. "Now where would the Mrs be?" he asked walking closer to the front counter. "At home perhaps, dreaming off her wonderful, truthful husband perhaps" he teased. If he was going to die, then he might as well have fun well he can.

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Rumpelstiltskin was flitting around his shop. Well, not necessarily flitting, more fidgeting as he walked around tidying it up. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and his eyes kept moving over the hidden compartment where he had that blasted pirate’s heart stowed away for safe keeping.

Like all things he owned he hated that Hook was out of his sight, who knew where, doing who knew what. The imp had grown some as a person since the curse was broken, and he’d met his grandson, and he knew that owning a person was akin to slavery, and very much frowned upon. But on the other hand, Rumpel didn’t particularly care for anyone else’s rules but his own.

A few more minutes of debate with himself and Rumpelstiltskin was tearing open the hidden compartment and reaching in to gently take out the heart. They are fragile things after all, easily manipulated, easily crushed. Though, he had no intention of crushing Jones’ heart. At least not yet. Not until the pirate became useless to him.

He turned it over in his hands, reveling at the power he felt holding onto it -that rush of giddiness at knowing he was in control- before bringing it close to his lips and whispering to it. “Come to me, pirate. Come and do my bidding.”

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Killian Jones in 4x10 ‘Shattered Sight’

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Killian whimpered at the touch. Gods it felt so good. "Gladly" he said eyes full of lust. "Now I'm gonna nee you to turn around for me' he said the words as if he was used to it.

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"your ship will never be canon"

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 annoyed Killian 

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Why is it the spoiler tag is always clogged with CS? *sigh* I have it blaclisted on my computer but surf on mobile so I should probably find a way to block there. Like seriously I shudder every time I see it.

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The town of Storybrooke Maine was getting colder and colder by the day. The season of christmas was in full swing, with all the shops decorated and the lively towns folk running up and down the streets.

Despite the holiday not being a thing in the enchanted forest, here the fairytale characters every much enjoyed celebrating the holiday.

Killian Jones found the whole thing rather fascinating mostly because this would be his first time celebrating the festive day, and what better then that first time be with Rumple.

If you had told him a year ago he'd be spending christmas or any holiday what so ever with the dark one of all people he would have told you to walk the bloody plank. But here he was in love with the man and getting ready for the nest chapter of their lives.

With Christmas only days away Killian had to act quickly to get the perfect present. And he knew exactly what he was doing. Despite how quickly his and Rumples relationship was escalating they really had been together seven months or so and those many months had been the happiest he'd ever been.

He was a little hesitant to ask especially since his boyfriends divorce just recently went through. But he was confident if the man loved him as much as he loved him, they he would be happy that christmas. He had seen many movies as they were called and they all shared things in common. Christmas was one of the most romantic days of the year, so what better time then to ask.

The pirate smiled to himself the bag in hand, walking home through the snow covered streets, snow covering is jacket as he walked. There was a huge chill int he air by the time he reached the pink mansion at the edge of town.

He looked through the window and didn't see Rumple anywhere. Perhaps he was in the kitchen. He tried the door handle and discovered it to be open. "Forgot to lock he door the idiot" he laughed to himself stepping inside.

"Love I'm home" he shouted into the house as he hung up his jacket. 

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Okay so I had so many problems with that being the case. Like I love hook and eveything but come on really he has not one black spot on his heart.

That is so bloody ridiculous he's a bloody pirate for goodness sakes. Hell even sweet old Mary Margaret has a dark spot on her heart and you try and pass off the marauding cure as pure of heart...

Like the dude slept with other mens wives, adultery man. Like i love this guy but dude this is just wow

Can we just take a moment to realize that Killian's heart was NOT black when Rumple tore it from his chest?

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Oh Gods, this was exhilarating. The bloody dark one just said he wanted to submit to him Killian Jones. He felt his mouth go dry for a moment. Good lord he wanted this so bad, it was almost criminal. 

His eyes grew darker with lust as he leaned back down for another kiss. "You don't strike me as the type, but I'm only to happy to oblige" he moaned against his lips.