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Tactical Love

Part 1 - Day Zero

"F. Barron" A man in uniform calls out, beckoning you forward from your position in the rows of chairs. Down the line, you are handed uniforms, bedding, materials, even your pistol -- and the feeling in your stomach begins to turn into a fire of determination. Once everyone has been in the line, they take all of your fellow training team and sort you into dormitory style rooms where you have been given five minutes to get your exercise uniform on to begin the first round of testing processes.

Oddly enough, your roommate is one of your first and best friends from elementary school on. He had moved to Hawaii from California where you guys spend high school together when his parents were moved for their jobs in the FBI. You can't help but think that they maybe had some role in this, the two of you getting to stick together after all of these years, but you couldn't be more thankful to have a familiar face to help you along the way, especially friends who know each other so well.

"Come on man, let's so crush this shit." Tucker pulls his shirt down over his head, throwing an arm over your shoulder like you guys were back on the field together in high school. You both pull weighted vests on and strap your gun to your side, taking in a deep breath to steady yourself.

Sweat beads down the side of your face as you drench yourself in more water, realizing the last portion of the testing is just the mile and a half run. The gun fires and everyone begins the last stretch in the first day of training, no one leaving anyone else behind. You feel yourself huff, trying to maintain a steady pace the further along the course you move. The sun is blocked by clouds, small drops of rain beginning to form from the sky, hitting you in the face as you concentrate on the last stretch of the run, wiping the water from your sight as you continue on. Though it's behind dense clouds, the sun is still fierce with it's unforgiving heat that parades down over the faces of all the runners. A whistle blown as each runner crosses the lines is also marked by one of the trainers on the white paper attached to each runner, presenting the passing times on everyone so far. A pale and sweaty Tucker swats your back as he crosses the line after you, tossing water all over himself and clapping with pure enjoyment.

"Nice form." A deep voice, sweet like honey says, his breath hitting you in the forehead as you watch his toned arm write something against your chest. You finally allow yourself a second to steal a look at the familiar voice, realizing at once where you know it from as soon as your eyes clash upon meeting. A wicked grin spreads slowly across his face, carefully watching you.

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His smile shows perfect rows of pearly white teeth, his scent of faint gunpowder and driftwood, there's something about him that you just can't pin into place. You're trying your best to be concealed, considering you start your Special Agent training tomorrow at five in the morning, and drinking in the bar the night before might not be the best place for anyone to find you, especially with such strict terms attached to everything.

"So what brings you to this area?" He asks, sloshing around the remainder of his drink in the glass, and gently setting it on the table between the two of you.

"Business." You say, clearing your throat, but still unable to completely take your eyes off of the stranger, his glance held with the darkness of your eyes.

"You're all business, aren't you Fletcher." He hums to himself, glancing between you and his glass. "Do you want to take a break?" His head cocks to the side, pure curiosity enveloping his face in a careful smile. You nod your head, feeling yourself lean over the table as Maddox does the same, pulling your chin into his hand, his lips meet yours and you feel yourself melt into him. He laughs into your mouth, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Let me give you a break." He moans hastily into your mouth and you feel short of breath. You taste him and you crave more, following his trailing hand from the crowd as you watch him take you behind him as he weaves in and out of people all around. He's all you can focus on.

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"Miss me, Fletcher?" Maddox mumbles, intoxicating you with his proximity. Your breath catches in your throat and you feel his soft laugh vibrate around you. "You really are here on business, aren't you."

"Yes, sir." You say, staying level headed. You remember the feeling of his strong hand on your face and you keep your eyes directly under his stare. You remember how he felt under you, how he cried out your name. He didn't seem to be someone you could easily peg for working for the FBI, but then again anyone could probably say the same for you and here we are.

"Because I miss you." He growls softly under his breath, grabbing your arm on the way past you, giving it a squeeze before moving on to the next runner to be labeled.

"What the fuck was that?" Tucker says behind you, looking off into the direction that Maddox was, sticking his hands up in the air to mimic the trainer off in the distance. He growls at you playfully, rolling his eyes. "Do I even want to know how this happened?" He chuckles dryly, looking over to you.

"No, you don't." You say, running a hand through your hair, sweat pressing along the back of your head but your heart racing in your chest makes you think this is more due to Maddox and his superiority over you and less of the run you just finished. "You wouldn't believe me if I tried." You groan, tossing your face into your hands and taking in a sharp breath.

"Okay, try me." Tucker plainly says, crossing his arms. He gives a disapproving look, waiting for you to come up with something.

"Alright, fine. Listen, I couldn't sleep last night before we went out for breakfast after you called when your plane landed. Our Facetime with your parents about the training psyched me out. So I went out, I just wanted to catch some air. I ended up at some bar on fifth street and he was there. We talked, we hung out, and it was weird. He's so much warmer than I expected from someone who was going to be my fucking instructor for the most important part of my career to date." You shrug, defeated with the situation, and you hear Tucker trying to hold together a snort next to you, clearly enjoying this more than you are.

"It's worse if it was good, you know." He raises an eyebrow to you and you shove him further from you. "When you won't be able to deny him, always watching you sweat, waiting for a mistake." He whispers in your ear, trailing off with a laugh.

"Shut up, I don't need your bullshit right now, T." You scoff, wiping sweat from your brow as you take another drink of the water you've been assaulting in your fist the majority of the conversation. "This can't be happening, not to me."

"Oh but it is, my friend." Tucker kicks at the dirt on the ground around you as you glare against the sun in your face as more clouds move before the storm hits.

"I'll be back." You grumble, taking off before he can say anything else.

You make your way to the first building you come up on and swiftly navigate halls as you search for a bathroom, your stomach churning. Jumping up stairs two at a time, you make your way to the top and take a hard left, coming chest first into someone else. An arm straightens out in front of you, blocking you from moving as you back up a couple inches to look up.

"Maddox." You breathe out, watching him steady you against the wall. "I'm sorry, I didn't know." You stutter, clearing your throat as he gives you a once over.

"I'm not sorry. You're sorry?" He says critically, glancing down the hall in search of occupants. You shake your head, biting down against your lip as you feel him staring at you.

"No, I'm not. I'm not sorry." You breathe him in, longing to be back in bed with him, wrapped up together. Before he was your boss. His familiarity safe, but somehow something else lingered there too, a little bit of fear, you think. Maybe something about ruining the only job you've ever been interested in because of some new guy. Just some guy. Not, the guy. The one that you met without knowing your lines would cross in more than one way, that you felt something for immediately and now you're stuck trying to figure out how to piece this part of your life together. Yeah, no. Definitely not that guy.

He must feel something you feel and he pulls you aside into an office that he quickly locks behind the both of you, leaning against a large mahogany desk, scattered with ordered piles of paper, photos, and various other objects. "Hey." He leans into you, running a hand against your sweat soaked chest. "You okay?" He says, his lips pressing gently against yours as he comes back ever so slightly to watch you, his eyes gentle. The same warmth you saw when you first met.

"I don't want to get reprimanded, I can't lose this." You say, searching his eyes for something, for anything. He smiles, kissing you softly against the neck, humming. He breathes in, tracing the side of your jaw with his tongue.

"I promise, I won't let that happen. I can't lose you." He pleads with you, his facial features softening. "You're so special, Fletcher. That's why you're here, you know it." He says, kissing against your neck and you finally relax, turning to face him as he backs you up to the wall. You kiss him back, his hands searching all of your body as he explores every inch of you that he can take in.

He catches you off guard, and swiftly pins you against the wall, his leg between yours, putting you flush against the paint you breathe in, a gasp escaping your throat. "Welcome to training, Agent." He grabs your wrist in his hands, laughing against the back of your neck as he gives you one last kiss before heading out the door of his office, leaving you dizzy and out of breath. You straighten your shirt and walk down the hall opposite of where Maddox was headed.

You finally hunt down the door to your dorm again and find a napping Tucker. You quietly shut the door behind you and grab your things to shower. Your body loses it's tenseness the longer you stand under the hot water, your mind replays images of Maddox and you try to shake the thoughts off like the shampoo going down the drain.

The next morning, the sun is safely tucked away behind layers of storms that are passing by, but thankfully it's a classroom day anyway. You spend a great deal of hours looking at different types of evidence photos and crime scene investigation reports. One of the students breaks down as she recalls the murder of her brother thirteen years ago that stemmed her want to join something that could make her feel like she was working for her brothers voice. The group finds comfort in one another as they all give themselves way for a briefing with their friend. The class is something exceptional, that offers a perspective you didn't really think of until now. After a lunch worth skipping, you make your way out under the storm to the range, to begin some firearm training. More than half of the class has yet to have to fire or learn how to properly handle a gun. Though a short period, what feels like an eternity passes, and everyone is hitting right on target as you begin your initial training out here. It feels undeniably great.

Part 2 - Stay

The next few weeks go by undeniably slow, and training hasn't given anyone a break. You can feel yourself, as the others, getting worn out and tense, a leery aggravation atop everyone. They say this period of training is where each person is put to the test, and to themselves. It's a common breaking point where naturally those who aren't able to rise against it will give up, a threshold. You keep telling yourself that it's another hurdle that you just have to make it past, but you can't entirely shake away the shitty attitude that you have. You sit in the diner, dumping a mountain full of sugar into your coffee before dragging yourself to look out at the window. It's rainy, again, but it's the first break anyone has gotten since training started forty-two days ago. Two full days off without having to report, and you intend to use every second of it to catch up on your sleep. Your head rests gently against the table as you close your eyes and smell the cinnamon around you as fresh rolls are made, it's enough to lull you to sleep. The fraction of movement from air hitting your face is enough to bring you to open your eyes and find someone bending down to sit in the booth seat across from you. Your hand nearly hovers over your gun, something that has become natural.

"You look like you could use a good rest." Maddox says softly, taking a drink from his styrofoam to go cup and pulling out his phone to glance at the time before putting it back into his suit pocket. "My place is only an hour from the base, of course, you may recall that." He says, matter of fact. giving you a playful smirk. Your hand relaxes at your side.

"I recall, yeah." You groggily say, peeling your face from the table to take a long drink of your coffee. "You have the sleep number." You scoff, listening to his humble laughter in the background. It's hard to focus your eyes, you feel yourself becoming more tired than you've remembered being in quite some time.

"Come on, you were made for this." Maddox says to you, leaving a 10$ on the table and standing up as he waits for you to do the same. You huff, slowly standing up from your chair and following him from the cafe door to his car. You're too tired to worry if anyone is watching, and doubt you can even cover for yourself with a good enough lie at this point, so you just give up and slink into the warmth of the seat, your eyes melting closed as the soft growl of the air comforts you to relax. You feel his hand slide over to your thigh as he begins to drive, and you gently grip yours on top of his, running your thumb in a circle against his skin.

"I've been looking at your testing numbers." He says, playing with the radio dial, looking for nothing in particular.

"Oh, yeah?" You question, letting out a breath, softly rubbing a hand against your eyes.

"Fletcher, they're high. Maybe you don't understand what I'm saying. Your potential is significant"

You scoff, laughing, but mostly out of how tired you are and how ridiculous this conversation seems. "Alright, Maddox." You grumble, dismissing him and pushing yourself farther down into the seat.

"This is serious, Fletcher. It could put you in real danger in your future, trust me." He says, his driving becoming more swift, faster. You note he seems irritated, but you stare off into the distance, your eyes closing for a second as you start to drift off.

"Whatever." Your effect is flat, glaring over across the seat towards him, who, any other time wouldn't be this aggravating to you. "I don't need any more trouble than I'm already in at this point. I'm not something special."

"Goddamnit Fletcher yes you are, and I'm trying to keep you safe." He says, his tone deepening, his glance towards you quick but searing.

The rest of the ride to his house is quiet. You remember how you felt when you were here that night after the bar. You try to think of anything that seemed out of the ordinary, to be able to place him working with you, but nothing stands out. Your head pounds without a break, and you feel a cold glass press firmly into your hand, the tips of his fingers warm, touching yours.

"Hear, let me take care of you." He releases the glass and you watch him with caution out of the corner of your eye as you down the water. Your mouth immediately feels dry as soon as the glass is empty and he laughs into your neck, taking a deep breath in before he swiftly comes back with the glass again, full of more ice cold water.

"Thank you." You breathe into the glass. He takes his suit jacket off and watches you as he comes in and out of the hall after putting it away. He sets a dish of cat food down on the floor and you hear the jingle of his kitten rounding the corner, meowing gently at him as she rubs against his leg. He runs a finger down her tiny head as she begins to eat her food.

"Come on." He says to you, strong, but not commanding. You limply stand up, taking his hand as he pulls you behind him, a familiar pathway. He pushes you down carefully against his bed, and you fall back into the comfort of the mountain of pillows and comforter. You feel him pull at your boots, taking care to remove each one, before pulling you up to him to discard your clothes. He pulls your chin up to look at him with a finger and he softly presses his lips to yours. He hums, and you can't help but assume he feels the same warmth that you do.

"Sleep, Fletcher." He whispers into your neck as he pulls his blankets to surround you. He lowers his dark black curtains, a fan whirling in the background, and gently closes the door as you feel your eyes close with a heaviness that leaves you more relaxed than you could have imagined.

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"Get the fuck back down, Fletcher" He slams your face down onto the concrete. "No one told you to move, you little dirty bitch." Someone kicks you in the face, and then the stomach, but you don't cry out. You hold your breath and keep bracing the impacts that come your way. They grab your head by your hair and slam your face into the car door before they throw you into the trunk. When you're awake again you can barely move your body, and your head strings. You hear laughing in the background, and can taste dirt on your face, trying to lift yourself up from the hard, cold ground under you. Instead, you feel your shorts being ripped off of you and you will yourself not to let any noise leave your body as you stay as still as you can, your lip trembling. "I'll always find you." He chuckles, dark and low, making your stomach churn, he slams your face back harder into the ground and you cough, blood trailing down your face as you fight to move with any strength you have left. "You're not getting away that easy, sweetheart." He smashes your head down harder against the cold, smearing your face against the wet grass patches. You feel him hover over you, choking you harder and harder until you feel your eyes roll back, feeling thankful for a moment.

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You cough, choking as you sit up, gasping and grabbing for anything around you. You feel something moving around you, and you feel strong hands grab around your wrists at the same time that a lamp clicks on next to the bed.

"Fletcher, I've got you, it's me. It's Maddox." He says, hushed in the dark of the room around you. You feel dizzy, and sweaty all at once, overwhelmed with nausea.

"Maddox." You sign out, grabbing onto his arm for comfort, reassurance.

"You're right here." He says, pushing a glass of water into your hand, holding it with you gently. "Here, some water." He mumbles out, pressing his lips against your sweaty neck. Your stomach lurches, you heave, and the glass of water slides out of your hand, smashing all against his floor. In the same motion, he quickly holds a small trash can under your face as you begin to vomit, sweat pouring down your face. He moves your hair plastered with sweat to your face and rubs the back of your neck the more you heave. Tears slowly escape the sides of your face, you look down and shards of glass are stuck in your legs, slowly bleeding down.

"I'm sorry." You softly cry out, wiping sweat that drips down into your eyes, burning. He sets the trash down, scooping you up against his side, swinging your legs atop of his thighs where he holds you as he gently begins to remove the pieces of glass, dropping them in the trash can.

"Please don't be sorry." He plants a warm, reassuring kiss against your forehead, and he begins to remove more shards of glass. "Just let me in, let me be here for you."

You shake your head, snorting at yourself for how childish and weak you must seem. You sign, looking back up to his eyes.

"I have night terrors, or whatever now. Last year, I was assaulted while I was still studying at university. Some guys jumped me by the school and took me out in the middle of nowhere. I never reported it, so they never found out who it was. He said he'd always find me, and I don't have any doubts against that." You say, clearing your throat, composing yourself again.

Maddox grabs your face in his hands, pulling you up against his own, your noses touching. You feel a warm tear run down your face, and he pulls back, watching you. "I will never let anything happen to you again." He wipes his finger against your face, and you realize the tears are his own, you've never had anyone care about you before in your life. "The scar, on your face?" He questions gently, running a hand against it. You nod to him, that's one of many scars that they left you with that night.

"Don't tell anyone about it, okay." You say, your eyes concentrating on the ground, the fear in your voice makes your voice crack, you breathe in, trying to steady yourself.

"I want you." You rub a finger against his lip, pulling it down between your grasp, realizing the feeling overwhelming you right now is something that you haven't felt before meeting him, and each time it rears up even more stronger than before. "Please, Fletcher." He moans, deepening the kiss.

You grab his face in yours, his eyes searching your own intently, sensing each other's desperation. You pull his shirt off over his head, tracing your hand down his muscles, feeling him squirm under your grasp. You bit against his lip, trailing bites from his neck down his stomach. He pulls open a drawer, hastily shoving a lube you remember too well into your hand, as you begin to apply ample amounts of pressure prepping him beneath you.

"God, yes." He hisses, his head leaning back against the bed, while you take in all of him in front of you. He groans as you slide into him, feeling his legs begin to shake under you, you kiss him along the neck and he breathes out against your skin, his hot air trailing against your neck as you wrap yourself up in him. "Fletcher." He pants as you even out speed, beginning to chase your own orgasm, feeling the full of his cock against your stomach each time your momentum soars. You feel him grab you, his fingers digging into your skin as he meets his own release, and your pace picks up, hardly able to contain yourself as he pants under you, regaining back control. You collapse onto him, sweaty, tired, and weak as your mind tries to register your happy feelings with your traumatic past. You lay there for a minute, then he pulls you up with him, careful of the glass around the bed, and brings you to the bathroom. He begins the shower, hot steam wrapping around you, the sounds of sirens in the distance from the window as the city sleeps.

"So domestic." You joke, leaning into him as the water reaches the right temperature. He pulls you into him, and you watch him watching you.

He smiles. "You could say that." He hums into your hair, pulling you closer to him. You're so caught up, you couldn't stop this relationship if you tried. You have fear for knowledge of others finding out, for losing this job that you've worked your whole life to get to, for rejection mostly. But a new fear consumes you as you realize someone you are falling for is in the same dangerous career that you are, and now you feel the fear rising in your throat, it chokes you. You wonder how far you would be willing to go to risk your life for Maddox, and you realize that you'd go a hell of a lot farther than you would for anyone ever.

"Stay with me, Fletcher." He says to you, pleading with his eyes. "Stay with me." He breathes into you.

Part 3 - Partner, Partners

"Best two days of my life. Hands down, all I did was sleep." Tucker stretches next to you as you both walk to the range. You shake your head, rolling your eyes.

"Is sleeping all that you think about?" You pose, more so as an accurate statement over a question with an option to answer.

"I mean, no. Well, yeah okay, pretty much. Sleep is important, or maybe I'm just really lazy." He bends down to retie his boot string after stepping on it and nearly tripping.

"Really lazy." You dryly chuckle. As you stand, watching Tucker take his time, someone rams an elbow into your back as they pass by, and you figure you probably know who it is without having to even look. Elliot Rugger. He's had some problem with you since you've arrived and you can't seem to get down to what you've actually done to him, aside from absolutely nothing.

"Better watch where you go, fairy." He laughs out, looking back behind his shoulder to watch your reaction as he continues to the range entrance.

"What was that?" You scoff, grabbing him by the shoulder as he starts his next step, being pulled back slightly by your force on him.

"Keep your hands off of me." He turns around fully, standing right against you. "As if a priss like you ever would. I knew you were a queer." He makes eye contact with you, sneering and you smirk. You grab him with fistfuls of his shirt pulling him closer to you. "I wouldn't fucking try me if I were in your position, Rugger. I wouldn't touch you if you were the last piece of shit on the planet." You mumble up against his face, willing yourself with everything you have to keep your anger down. The second you let go of his shirt, he comes back around with a right hook to your face. You stumble back, reaching your hand up to touch your nose, busted and bleeding down your shirt.

"You, fucking..." You raise your voice, running at him with full force. You throw your shoulder into his chest and send the two of you going down a small hill near the range entrance. You end up on top of him, and straddle a leg on each side of his abdomen where you're sitting. Holding him down, you slam a fist down onto his face, before you reel your hand back to hit him again. A strong grip forces your hand to stop in its tracks.

"He's not worth it." You hear Tucker saying in your ear, trying to pry you back off of him. "Not worth your career, man. Let him go." He pulls you back as Elliot stumbles to come to a full stand, his face already swelling from your impact. Your breathing becomes more of a hyperventilation, your mind a blur. Your heart races as your memory tries to connect a situation of violence with an attack looming over you. Defense, you needed to defend yourself. You keep telling yourself, trying to regain what you've lost. To come back.

"I fucking knew it." Elliot laughs sadistically, wiping blood away from his lips and spitting on the ground at your boots. You look back to him, a fire in your eyes.

"You don't know shit about me." You lunge at him again, hitting him again and again as he tries to block your fists, someone pulls you back and up by the arms and you come face to face with...

"What in the hell is going on over here, Agents." Maddox grabs for Elliot's shirt sleeve and pulls him over to him after steadying you both on your feet.

"He attacked me." Rugger snarls towards you and Tucker, who quickly stands up to your defense but is interrupted by Maddox.

"More like provocation." Dox says sternly, but quietly to Elliot, raising his eyes to make contact, but not letting go of his grip on him. " Don't let me catch you again, you'll be out of here, and I don't think that's going to make your father very happy to hear from me." Elliot's demeanor completely changes, carefully watching him as he lets go of him, keeping an eye on him until he's inside of the range.

"Tucker, thank you. You can see yourself into the range." He nods to Tucker, who gives a small wave before starting on his way off. "And you, stay." He says to you, glancing at his watch.

"Yes sir, both of you say together." He leaves the two of you, and Maddox doesn't move from where he is until Tucker is at a faraway distance.

"You have a serious attitude problem." He says, matter of fact to you. "But I saw it in your eyes, too. The fear." He says, quieter. "Come with me, let me fix you."

You scoff, running your hand against your nose, trying to clean up some of the blood. "I don't need any help." You say, giving him a sideways look. "I can't be fixed."

"You see what I mean, why are you always trying to be so difficult." He calmly says, and starts to walk off back towards the buildings. He watches over his shoulder as he begins and you reluctantly follow him. "You have to stay level headed, people will always get under your skin if you let them. I know that this, of course, is something different." He treads lightly. "But nonetheless." Maddox trails off, holding the door open as you file in behind him. You slowly make your way back up to the office that you were once in with him, and he closes the door behind you, locking it. He opens cabinets, and withdrawals medical supplies. He runs saline over gauze.

"Sit." He orders, and motions down to a couch in his office. You sit, feeling more calm as Maddox sits next to you, your knees touching. He gently brings the damp gauze up to your nose and careful wipes and daps as he removes the blood. You stare at him, feeling airy under his touch, his hands sending electricity all over your body at the slightest touch.

"I need to talk to you, about...something." He trails off, almost looking like he's carrying around a bit of shame. You look up, his eyes meeting you and you feel a pull of connection, of warmth.

"What's going on?" You say, watching him calmly, his eyes having a mischievous glimmer to them.

He huffs out a slow sigh, then pulls away the gauze from your face and gives you a heartfelt look, but you can't help but also see the dread behind his look. "They're putting you on high profile crime cases. I told you some dangerous stuff could happen with your level of extensive knowledge and elusive ways. There's no telling what kind of stuff you'll be working on, it's an extremely high stress position that they offer. It doesn't happen often."

"What's the catch?" You say, crossing your arms in defense. But Maddox bends down to kneel in front of you and softly kisses your hands in his before standing up and walking over to put a book back on its place on the shelf.

"I don't want you out of my sight. The catch is, it's my team." He says, looking back to you, searching your face for some kind of registered emotion that he is desperate to see. A sly smile forms on your face, and you begin to laugh, out loud. Maddox looks away to the side, biting his lip.

"Wait, you're serious?" You say, the laugh echoes until it leaves the room, and he looks at you as to say if you're done, then he nods.

"You're my partner, technically." He says, his hand tracing against the line of your neck, lingering there for some time.

"I like the sound of that." You say, turning your face deeper into his hand as he holds you there. "But I can't help but feel that you somehow orchestrated this, for us to be together." You question him. He softly shakes his head, letting out a laugh that holds no true humor.

"No, I didn't do this to my advantage. I would never take advantage of you, or manipulate you in any manner. You have this offer based off of the type of agent that you are. I have had few relations in my life, due to the seriousness of my position. I would never purposely jeopardize my career, or yours. I know that this, us, sneaking around and stuff may not be for you, and I understand and respect that. You will still have a spot on my team, regardless of our relationship. Those decisions are completely up to you on your own." He says, very business professional. You can see the confusion spread across his face, and somewhere behind it you can see a softness.

"I want you. I want you more than this." You motion around the room with your hand. "I want you all of the time, not just here and there, for fun. I trust you." You say, swallowing hard, trying to clear your throat from the tightness you feel under his scrutiny. "I can't think of anything else aside from you when you're around, I crave you, Dox." You stand, putting your mouth gently against his, your tongue running over his teeth. You grip his wrists, allowing yourself to completely let go and relax finally. You feel a weight of a thousand pounds lift off of you, your secret out in the air for him, your feelings and your commitment. He laughs hastily into your mouth, running his hand against your back as he pulls you closer to him, you kiss his neck and hear him gasp.

"Dox? I like that." He questions his new given nickname, smiling back at you. As hard as you've tried to keep yourself from falling into this mess, you can't help it. Your connectivity intensifies each time the two of you are together and you can't deny it anymore.

"Now, let's get out to that range. Show me what you've got, partner." He whispers to you, biting gently at your lip before pulling back with a dark laugh.

Part 4 - Out

You look across the range, your boots softly crunching into the dirt below you. Tucker briefly looks up from loading his gun again, offering you a half smile and a shrug at your current condition. You sigh, shrugging back, and load your own ammo as you aim for the target in front of you while the range masters walk behind the class, giving pointers as they watch. You unload your clip, hitting the target each time seconds after the first, and load in another clip as you begin the next round.

"Excellent shots, Fletcher." One of the commanders says as she passes you, looking on to your target. "Everyone, weapons on hold." She yells, looking around as the class puts their guns down and disarms them. "We're going to do something a little different today, but a good effort on your warm ups." She continues, and the group circles around one another. You can see Elliot across the circle from you, glaring intently as you await instructions. His stare doesn't break from you, but you disregard him, shifting your weight from one foot to the next as you receive instructions.

"Everyone will grab a set of gear, you'll have ten minutes to get it on and get back to field 84. Once here, everyone will be given ammunition and weapons, but this time, we're going to paintball." Maddox says, looking down a clipboard as he goes over instructions and marks down his pages simultaneously. "This exercise is to provide team work for those you are working with, as well as to secure your skill sets, and learn how to evade dangerous situations where you will have to work together to avoid being hit, where marks can be taken against your team. There are a number of problematic complications that can quickly arise in this exercise, so be sure to discuss with your team tactics and preparation as you begin, and remain in close contact as you advance. The ideal learning experience is going to show you that with pain, injury, and many stimulations happening at once, that you have to remain vigilant and unwilling to compromise on your skills and understanding as you continue to solve problems. To the left, you'll see the gear laid out, grab your things and be back to field 84 in the ten allotted minutes." Tucker meets you halfway as you begin to grab your things, and smacks a hand against your shoulder, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry about that dickhead." He says, grabbing his own stuff. "I wanted you to beat the shit out of him, but I also want to see you succeed. Fucking prick." He says, looking behind him in the direction of which Elliot is.

"I get it, I need to have better control anyway." You say, walking off towards the direction of the dorms. "He isn't worth it." You grumble, glaring against the sun in your face as small drops of rain begin while clouds crowd overhead, trying to make yourself believe your own words.

"The least he could do is decide to fucking drop out." Tucker says, throwing water on his face as you suit up, feeling the ache finally hit your face from earlier. You touch your hand gently to your nose and feel the warmth followed by the sting as you withdraw your hand.

Once entering field 84, you feel the dread sink in as you look around at the vast space, covered with many obstacles and areas that are around you. Teams are in groups of six, and as you get closer to the board, you see your name in the same group of six. The same group of six with none other than Elliot Rugger. Your stomach drops, as you try and prepare yourself for professionalism.

"Can you believe these assholes are giving us the weekend off?" Tucker whispers to you, looking over the board to find his own name. "Shit..." He trails off, running his hand down to find yours, right above Elliot. You let out a soft huff, but find the rest of your group as the instructors begin going over the rules, determined to not let this interfere with your training.

"This isn't over." A voice trails behind you, but you ignore it, loading your gun, and moving off into another direction as the round starts.

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By the sixth round, only a handful of people are left from your class. The rest of them line the wall, covered in paint splashes that will later envelope them in large bruises, but all taking away valuable learning skills from the exercise. Beads of sweat run down your face under your coverings, and it stings your nose. Heavily breathing, you keep rounding corners, looking for other players while remaining on high alert. You can only vaguely hear boots gently hitting the ground and your own breathing as you carefully calculate your steps. You are deep into the field when you catch an eerie feeling, stopping short where you are standing, feeling the rain dropping down around you.

"Fletcher." A voice booms from behind you, something hits you in the back and you sharply pull in a breath, your side stinging. You turn around, facing Elliot, who challengingly stands a short distance from you. His gun is pointing directly towards you, and for a minute you're thankful it's only paintball.

"What now?" You scoff, lowering your weapon to your side, looking at him as the rain begins to dance harder around you, turning the dirt under your boots into streams of mud. Thunder rumbles in the distance, the sun becoming blocked by ripples of dark clouds.

"You took my position, I should have been given the top clearance job, and instead I got a Washington job, because everyone thinks you're so damn special. You don't have what it takes like I do." He becomes louder, his voice taking a sharper tone of aggression. But under that, you sense fear. A laugh escapes your lips, your eyes tighten into a thin line.

You hesitate, unsure of what to do next, and realize your mistake almost immediately. Giving him an opening. "What are you talking about?" You question, becoming more assertive. "You didn't get a top clearance job because your'e a fucking mistake." You say, and as the words leave your mouth multiple rounds are fired one after another, so quickly you can't make a move worth taking to get out of his line of continuous fire. Every part of your body is on fire, as you try to determine how to best flee the area, but the hits continue to come from what feels like every direction you turn towards. The shots cloud your mind, and in seconds he crosses his position and stops the rounds, bringing the butt of the gun to your face, slamming it hard into the side of your face, knocking you to the ground. Disoriented, you struggle to catch your breath, unable to stand and coordinate, you try to crawl to put space between you. The ringing in your ears becomes louder, booming so heavily that everything else begins to lose focus as another hit to the same area sears pain into you that you can't fathom you have felt before.

"Drop the weapon, Rugger!" You hear one of your instructors yell, her voice faint against the ringing enveloping you. You groan, putting the effort that you have into army-crawling in the mud away from the attack. "Drop the fucking weapon, agent!"

"Who's the mistake now?" Elliot laughs into your back, pressing your face into the mud with forceful hands. There is a quiet moment where everything suddenly stops, only the rain splashing down onto you as you try to lift your head from the caked mess of blood pooling with the mud, your eyes heavy. The end of his gun rams down hard into the back of your head, dropping it to the ground again, and you lay there quietly unable to move as your eyes gently close.

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"No, no, no, no. Shit." You hear Tucker stammering, you feel a breath catch in your throat as your face coverings are removed.

Sirens softly blare in the distance, your eyes peel open slowly. You start to feel hands all over you, and you realize that your head is in a lap, Tucker's lap, who is looking down at you, rain dripping from his head onto your face.

"Goddamnit." You hear Maddox sharply exhale in the same moment your eyes track to meet his own, looming over you as his hands quickly move around you. He tears open packages with his teeth, and you feel warm pressure against your head and you arch away from it, still dazed. "Fletcher, don't move." He gently puts a hand against your shoulder, relaxing your body back towards the ground and you focus on your breathing as you start to feel pain covering you, wrapping around you like a blanket. Classmates have circled you like a protective ring, and you realize the hands that you are feeling are all over, working to put more pressure on areas of your face and head. You relax into the pain, determined not to fight it, and taste blood -- coughing as it runs from the corner of your mouth. The sirens are becoming louder, deafening almost.

"I'm fine." You mumble, choking back on the blood that pools into your mouth.

"What's he saying?" Someone frantically puts gauze up to your mouth and you spit against it, trying to clear your mouth.

"Out! Get him out of my program, out of my sight, out of my fucking training zone now!" You can hear Maddox in the background yelling commands, who shoves Elliot up against a wall where other instructors are coming around to spread between meeting with him and with you and your classmates gathered around you. Maddox firmly holds Elliot up against the wall, struggling to keep himself composed, his nostrils flaring as he glares into him watching intently. "Take him up to the main offices, Saloman, Banner, you watch him until I'm back. Get his parents here, too. Emergency meeting, and make sure all of his shit is packed before they get here." He shoves Elliot towards the other instructors, and meets the crew coming out of the ambulance as Elliot is taken off the training field.

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Your eyes open to a faint beeping, and to dim lights against the ceiling. You groan as you try to lift your head, but compromise to just being able to look slightly to the left where someone is sitting in the chair, intently watching you on the edge of the seat.

"Dox." You huff, relieved. A small smile cracks against the dry edges of your lips, but the smile doesn't get returned from Maddox. His chair scrapes against the floor as he reaches over and puts his hands on top of yours, which were instinctively reaching out for him. You feel vulnerable, but don't try to stop it.

"I'm so sorry I let this happen to you." His voice cracks, he looks away from you for a moment. "That I wasn't there when you needed me." He shakes his head, lacking composure.

"But you are here." You whisper to him, your head pounding, you close your eyes and reach a hand up to touch your throbbing jaw. His warm hand meets yours before you're able to make contact and he strongly holds it as he lowers it back down to the bed.

"Don't." He dryly says, swallowing hard. "Trust me." He grimaces as he softly rubs his hand over your leg resting under the blankets.

"Please, let me see." Your voice doesn't sound like your own as he stares at you for a long moment before he brings a small mirror over. He hesitates as you take it in your hands, holding it up to examine your face. Your entire face is swollen, bloody and bruised. Along your jawline runs a heavy line of stitches holding your skin together. The side of your head shaved as another line of stitches is carefully crafted along the side of your head towards the back of your skull and you can vaguely remember the force that was applied to you before the pain lulled you to sleep. "What happened?" It is your own voice this time that cracks, as a tear escapes and rolls down your cheek as you look back at the monstrous site before you that was once familiar. You grit your teeth together to control the flow of tears that seems determined to escape from your heavy eyes.

"Elliot, I should have known to be watching him closer, this is my fault. He hit you so many times with the paintball gun before Banner was able to get in view of what was going on, I can't even count how many times he was able to make contact. Then, he used the barrel of the gun to make an impact with your face, Banner said you were trying to crawl away..." His voice catches, he clears his throat, adjusting in the chair. "She wasn't able to get to you before he slammed the butt of the gun into the back of your head when you initially finally lost consciousness. I can't fathom what this was like for you, and I'm...I'm so sorry after everything we already talked about that I could let this happen." He stops, standing up and walking over to the window where the sun is starting to peek out from the clouds. His hand is in his pocket, the other bracing himself against the wall. You don't fully take him in until he turns back around and with your memory a little less clouded, looking him over with all of the blood that he's covered in, your blood. "I already, professionally, explained our relationship. Normally, it might seem a little out there for something like this to be so lightly accepted, but I have a strong pull in my professional life, and my teams as well as those above me know that I would not do anything that would willingly put my career at a cross with my personal life. Please know that this changes nothing, but I want others to be aware that I am taking an extended leave with you while you recover, and I hope you stand by my decision. This will not change your position in the academy, along with your position on my team at the end of the academy." He says, matter of fact.

You break into a smile so big your face aches, but you can't help yourself. "You mean, so like, we're actually finally...together together?" You softly question, watching him come back to his chair, nodding with his own cracked smile as he takes a drink of his coffee.

"Together, together." He says, searching your face with his eyes as he gently brings your hand to his face and plants a light kiss on each knuckle. "No hiding, just us." He hums, holding his lips to your last finger for a moment longer than the rest. "They want you to stay at least tonight, to ensure your pain is under control and that no surprises arise in your current state, before willing to discharge you. I know, it's not the sleep number, but to do what is best for you." He says, staying put next to you as a nurse comes in to adjust your medication doses and alleviate some of the tremendous pain that you are in. You finally feel yourself relax as the medications begin to work and a tenseness that you had been holding onto lessens.

"I want to leave now." You say, your voice becoming groggy as your eyelids warmingly close while you battle to keep them open to watch Maddox -- who softly chuckles into your hand that he still had a hold of.

"Is that so?" He hums softly, leaning against the bed. "I think you might want to reconsider, but don't worry, that sleep number will be there when you wake up. Get some rest." He whispers to you, his low, sweet voice lulling you to sleep.

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Masterpost: How to write a story?

Compilation of writing advice for some aspects of the writing process.

How to motivate myself to write more

How to get rid of writer’s block

Basic Overview: How to write a story

How to come up with plot

How to create a character

How to make a character unique

How to write conversation

How to write the last line

How to create a villain

Introducing a group of characters

Large cast of characters interacting in one scene

Redemption arc

Plot twists

How to write a summary

How to write a book description

How to write romance

How to write emotional scenes

How to write yelling

How to title fanfiction

How to use songs in a fanfiction

Fatal Character Flaws

Good traits gone bad

More specific scenarios

Slow burn

How to create quick chemistry

How to write a bilingual character

How to write a character with glasses

How to write a polyamorous relationship

How to write found family

How to create and write a cult

Criminal past comes to light

Reasons for breaking up while still loving each other

Forbidden love

Date gone wrong

Causes for the apocalypse

How to create a coffee shop atmosphere

How to write enemies to lovers

How to write lovers to enemies to lovers

Arranged matrimony for royalty

Paramilitary Forces/ Militia

Honeymoon

Academic Rivals to Lovers

Love Language - Showing, not telling

How to write amnesia

AU ideas

Favourite tropes

Inconvenient things a ghost could do

Milestones in a relationship

How to write age difference

Platonic activities for friends

Introducing partner(s) to family

Writing a stratocracy

Reasons a couple would divorce on good terms

Love Language - Showing you care

How to write the mafia

A Queen’s Assassination Plot

Crime Story - Detective’s POV

Giving the reader butterflies with your characters

Evil organization of assassins

Last day on earth

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50 Cute Date Ideas

taking a rain walk

going to a library and showing each other their favourite books

visiting a waterpark together

taking a walk through a park or a forest and admiring the colors

going to the zoo and pointing out the coolest animals

playing disk golf together

doing a scavenger hunt for cute little trinkets

visiting a museum about something you know nothing about

going to a bookshop and selecting books for each other

having a picknick with lots of seasonal food

visiting a brewery and doing a tasting

going to a café with an amazing tea selection

watching movies together while it storms outside

visiting a park and playing basketball or football together

going on a bicycle tour and finding new places

making pottery together and carving in their initials as a memento for the cute date

playing board games in a small café

going thrift shopping together or checking out a flea market

getting trash bags and cleaning up a public place together

going on a night hike and enjoying the dark and silent world with just each other as company

singing karaoke together

going inline skating and trying not to fall too often

swimming in a lake together

visiting some old castles/churches/etc. they’ve always wanted to check out

going to a fair and playing games and going on the Ferris wheel

picking apples together

taking a painting class and gifting each other the painting they made

going to a concert of their favourite band

playing paintball as a team or against each other

going to the movies and buying their favourite treats

watching the sunrise or sunset together

cooking for each other and judging each other’s food like they’re on Top Chef

going on hayrides

visiting an escape room and trying to solve the puzzles

going camping nearby and enjoying the time without distractions

visiting an amusement park and going on all the fun rides

going to a restaurant they’ve never been to and trying new food together

trying to learn a new skill together

doing a movie marathon with childhood favourites

checking out all the wonderful plants in the botanical garden

visiting an old cemetery and making up stories for the different graves

going to a trampoline park together

watching a drag show together

renting a paddleboat and seeing how far they can go

checking out lost places together

doing a photo shoot at a cool location

taking dance lessons together

going on a guided city tour even if both grew up there

doing a pub crawl and trying different drinks

volunteering together for something that’s important to both of them

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June Prompts 🌼

Word prompts to use for doodling or writing

fairytale

garden hose

fruit stand

radio

block party

tattoo

ice cream

postcard

festival

skating

barefoot

night walks

pride

fries

stream

flower crown

outdoors

cocktail umbrellas

playing cards

sailboat

karaoke

dandelions

buttons

pearls

midsummer

universe

neon sign

dragonfly

birch tree

peaches

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Slumber Party

Original post - 2019 ao3 works

Jefferson/Mad Hatter & Killian Jones/Captain Hook crack prompt fic

CRACK PROMPT: Characters discover fan fiction about themselves, and, Protagonist and Antagonist host a slumber party together and several good/evil/neutral supporting characters are invited.

The diner was particularly full, seeing as how it was almost ten at night, and Granny’s was never open late. She had a big distaste for getting to bed later than necessary when she knew she was to be up early enough to get the coffee started the following morning.

“Keep scrolling, it’s getting good.” The captain smirked, running his arm behind Jefferson’s lower back, and bending down to look closer to the laptop sitting on the counter. Jefferson rolled his eyes, huffing, and picks up his styrofoam cup, taking a long drink.

“I would never sleep with Cora, now that, would be mad.” The hatter stated, tossing the empty cup into the trash bin behind the counter. He can hear muffled giggles behind him from everyone else crowded around. “And, I wouldn’t ever let you, fuck me.” Killian nearly spits out his rum, choking back a laugh. David slaps a hand on the pirate’s shoulder and doubles over in laughter.

“Hey mate, I wouldn’t be so quick to pitch in. I do believe I saw one earlier where you were with a certain doctor on the romance ship.” Killian wiggles his eyebrows, smirking back at David, who now glances towards a blushing Mary-Margaret.

“Absoutely not, man. I wouldn’t be caught dead with Archie, even if I was into that. Everyone knows Snow is the only one for me.” David plants a kiss on Mary-Margaret’s cheek, pulling some money out and tossing it on the counter for their food stacked in neatly in to-go boxes.

“The best though—“ Emma smacks her hand down on the counter, tears streaking down her face, cheeks stinging from laughing so hard. “—is that one where Ruby is with Belle, and Rumple is left for dead. And then they really throw it together by putting Mulan into the mix for that threesome!”

Regina clears her throat, bringing the attention back to the fact that they are trying to leave before Granny comes back to usher them out of her way. “This is all nonsense. Whoever is writing these, must have no life. As well as no taste in relationships. I find them to be particularly disturbing.” Regina crosses her arms, but Emma pulls her in and rests her head against her shoulder, humming into her neck.

“Babe, they’re funny. Everyone knows they’re not in any sense realistic.” Emma says into Regina’s neck, before giving her a kiss on the forehead.

“Aright, everyone out. Don't any of you know what five in the morning looks like on an old maid?!” Granny comes around the corner, broom in hand, and leans against the post of the door to the kitchen. “Ruby, I’ll need your help to cover a shift in the morning, so you best get on up to bed. I’m counting on you.” Granny sternly says, eyeing the laptop and the crowd of people around it. Jefferson quickly shuts it, tucking it away into his bag. Ruby cautiously rolls her eyes, but listens to her grandmother.

“See you guys later, don’t forget to update me on the scoop.” She laughs, glancing back to her friends, and heads off towards the stairway to get cleaned up for the night. She hated always getting stuck on shifts so that she couldn’t go out with anyone, but she needed the money, and Granny was always allowing her a place to stay for free at the diner so she couldn’t complain when she was asked to help out on extra shifts.

Jefferson, Killian, David, Emma, Mary-Margaret, and Regina find themselves without a plan once locked outside of the diner.

“We should read more of those.” Killian suggests, looking back towards Jefferson. “I like the ones where they make you my bitch.” He draws his hook up to trace down the hatter’s jawline, who makes an audible scoff, but plants a mildly seductive kiss on the captain’s rum flavored lips. “You wish.” Jefferson laughs into his lovers mouth, looking back to the rest of the friends.

“Neal has Henry and Grace for the weekend, he wanted to take them to live the real outdoorsy life camping in the woods, so it’s not like we don’t have some time for an adult slumber party.” Emma says, glancing towards Regina for approval, who shrugs, but parts her lips in a half smile. “I guess I could stand to have a little fun, but not without some alcohol, snacks, and a few more friends to enjoy these ridiculous stories with. If were going to dig into some juicy ones, I want to see the looks on their faces when they realize who they’ve been fictionally stuck with.” She gloats, pulling out her phone from her purse. “I’ll make some phone calls, David you and Mary-Margaret aren’t much for a party, so you can pick out some junk foods. But make sure to get those delectable salt and vinegar chips and you two—“ Regina is interrupted with Killian raising his hook in the air, making a cutting motion in the brisk spring night.

“I though you only had a taste for apples, love.” The captain mocks, taking a step back as Regina lunges at him, putting the phone to her ear. “For you, I’d poison a thousand recipes, pirate. Now make good use of your alcoholic self, and the two of you find some boozy recipes. I’d at least trust the two that would make the most impulsive decisions to find the best options to make us reasonably less responsible adults for a weekend.”

Killian snarls as Regina goes to work at collecting more people for their adult sleepover, but Jefferson pulls him away towards the direction of the grocery store that David and Snow are headed for. He knows this isn’t a fight he’s willing to work up right now. Plus, they are the two most impulsive of the group, he can’t argue with that. He figures that he could make good use of their time right now to make a call to Neal to check on the kids, ensuring that nothing too exciting has happened on their camping trip. It isn’t a usual happening that he lets Grace out of his sight for very long, but he knew that this trip meant a lot to Henry to let him have his best friend there with him when he got to spend more time getting to know Neal too, and Jefferson knew what it felt like to not know how your kid was doing when that’s all you were concerned about. So, if they were going to have a good time, so would he.

It was only about an hour later that Jefferson was flipping the living room lights on, and Killian was over by the fireplace attempting to start a fire, as instructed by his hatter for their guests. Jefferson couldn’t have imagined the day he would be working to plan a sleepover with Regina after all they had been through, but yet here they are. There were plenty of booze choices that aligned the island in the kitchen and almost every choice of mixer imaginable to have a good time. It looked as though they basically bought the store out. It competed though with the stacks of snack options that cluttered the counters that David, Emma and Mary-Margaret were sorting out, throwing gummy worms in their mouths as they put together trays of food. Just then, as Regina was helping the hatter to pull out some spare pillows and blankets, the doorbell rang. It was a sound Jefferson wouldn’t ever get used to in this life, after being alone for so many years before. His stomach did a turn, but he smiled as he watched Killian struggled with the fireplace still, and made his way to the front door, Regina trailing behind him with a smirk on her face. Jefferson opened the front door and gasped, looking at the line of cars down the drive, and Regina clasped her hands together and squealed.

“I knew everyone would make it, everyone loves a good fan fiction reading marathon!” Jefferson glared in her direction and looked back out at the porch full of friends, and enemies, that seemed to be collected together.

“Well are you going to let us in or just keep starting, hatter.” Leroy grumbled from under the light of the porch, shoving his way past Sheriff Graham and August to get into the frame of the door.

Killian stood, brushing invisible dust off from his knees, and beamed with approval at the fire he had started. He turns towards where he can hear Jefferson arguing with Regina about the amount of people she has invited and helps himself over to the front door to help his partner out. “Relax, love. It never killed anyone to have a good party once in their life.” He shoves an elbow in the captain’s direction, but Killian pulls Jefferson in for a kiss before realizing just how many people from the town are piling into the living area.

“Jefferson, can’t you get your laptop hooked up in the theatre room? Everyone should get to see this on a big screen, we can read them out loud!” Emma calls from the kitchen to Jefferson, scooping ice cream onto a banana before drizzling chocolate sauce over it.

“You should ask your lover, she would know the in and outs of this place.” Jefferson mocks, heading for the alcohol on the counter to mix himself a stiff drink.

Regina rolls her eyes, but goes back to smiling and welcoming guests like it’s her own house, before closing the door and ushering them all towards the kitchen to collectively make drinks and get everyone headed towards Jefferson’s own cinema room.

Before long, there were rows of drinks and snacks lining every surface in the room and David was working with Killian to get the laptop set up, while Jefferson slammed back shot after shot. He couldn’t tell if he was feeling woozy and uneasy from the alcohol or the people that Regina had packed into his house.

He could easily tell aloud each of the feuds in the room, but upon closer inspection it seemed like for once in their lifetimes everyone was getting along, even if they never had before. It’s wonder what some junk food and mixed drinks can do to enemies.

Graham was slouched in a chair by August and Leroy who had Nova wrapped around his side. Peter Pan, Archie, and Dr. Whale were in another corner laughing over something on Archie’s tablet. Belle, Rumple, and Ruby were in another row of chairs, who snuck out of the diner after getting a phone call from Regina. And Jefferson’s head hurt trying to remember the names of a few others who had grouped themselves in various positions in the room because it felt so unsettling to have so many people who didn’t get along and had often times tried to murder each other in one room, in his house, in the middle of Maine. Killian wrapped his arm around the hatter’s waist and David gave out a high pitched yell after the screen from the laptop connected and showed a search engine on the big screen which erupted laughter and applause from everyone whom had already started to get intoxicated in the room.

“Start it out with a dirty one!” Someone yelled from the crowd of new found friends, and an ocean of giggling and comments came from the dimly lit room.

David doubled over in laughter and took another drink before shoving an Oreo in his mouth and started clicking away at the laptop. “Okay, okay. Here’s one. Who wants to read first?” He laughed, clicking the enter button after typing in ‘Once Upon a Time Fanfiction’ into the search bar and pulling up the first website.

“Your characters play truth or dare.” Jefferson blankly says, shaking his head in disbelief as his name is one of the first to appear in a pairing with Killian. Along side him in this reading is parings of almost all of the friends in the room, and he can’t help but get an uneasy feeling.

“This is going to be so good.” The captain grins, shoving a newly made drink into David’s hand, watching him down it quickly. “David, you start it off, love.” He suggests, plopping himself down in a chair and pulling Jefferson to sit down next to him. They begin to relax in the same row that Emma, Regina, and Mary-Margaret are seated in and everyone hushes each others giggles while David starts at the beginning of the story.

“I dare Jefferson to run naked around the block, before taking a dive in the pool.” David begins to read, not able to stop himself from laughing and doubling over with just the beginning of the story. Jefferson shifts uncomfortably in his seat, and lets out a sigh.

“I would never do such a thing. I have way more self respect than that.” Jefferson says, loudly for everyone to hear, but mostly to reassure himself that this isn’t anything but a work of fiction.

“Well it sure looks like you’re going to do it.” David blurts out, scrolling farther down the page that is illuminating the room from the big screen and he begins to read more. “Oh god, you guys, let act it out!” David suggests, pointing out in the crowd towards the hatter. “You’re first up, champ. Didn’t Regina stick a pool in this place somewhere?” He motions to Jefferson, pulling up his shirt in a taunting manner and grinning at his friend in a half intoxicated state.

“Do it!” Killian shrills towards the hatter, poking him in the chest.

Jefferson rolls his eyes, huffs out a long breath, and stands up. A wide grin spreads across his face. “Fine.” He slurs, drunkly pulling his shirt up over his head.

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Christmas Party

Original post - 2019 ao3 works

Jefferson/Mad Hatter & Killian Jones/Captain Hook crack prompt fic

Prompts: We both wore ugly sweaters to this christmas party because the invitation didn’t say it’s formal, and, you slipped on a patch of ice and I happened to be walking behind you and you fell into my arms wow you’re really attractive

After almost a year of successfully not having any more hiccups in Storybooke, it felt almost cynical to believe that the worst was over and maybe life was actually, truly, normal. As normal as you could get, at this point. No more curses, no more good and evil, just everyone getting along. Of course, that didn’t mean that there weren’t still grudges, and that some people had issues that weren’t fixable. Jefferson held a little tighter to Grace’s hand as they approached the gloomy, daunting gate of Regina’s mansion of a house. Not that Jefferson couldn’t compare, with the size of the estate that Regina originally stuck him here with. Life was a little easier now that he was able to share it with Grace, though he never saw that happening. He thought with the curse, came sadness and grief forever, but Emma changed that when she was able to lift it. Even then, after an number of tasks before everyone, it seemed like ages before Jefferson was reunited with his daughter, but he would have fought everyday to get her back in his life. Every second of misery was worth it for the hatter.

“Papa, did you pack the cookies we made for Henry and his moms?” Grace questioned, adjusting her scarf around her neck, nose red from the chills of the wind walking from where they had to park just down the street.

Jefferson smiled and gently shook a silver tin that he carried near his side. “Of course my dear Grace, I wouldn’t forget them. Regina might have killed me if I didn’t bring our required dessert.” He mumbled the last part mostly to himself, and walked along side more of the guests that had been invited to Regina and Emma’s Christmas party. Before he could make sense of what was happening, someone in front of them slid on a patch of ice, falling back from the steps leading up to the door. Jefferson was quick to catch whomever was flailing limbs in the air, and quickly steadied himself before falling into a pile of cookies and bodies. Grace would be so disappointed if the cookies didn’t make it to the party.

Jefferson huffed, making sure to steady himself on his knee. The man looked up towards Jefferson’s face, smirking dryly. “Jefferson.” The pirate coyly stated.

“Killian.” The hatter muttered, helping the captain back to his feet, and dusting off the snow from his legs, readjusting the scarf around his own neck, and ensuring that Grace was still standing. It was Grace’s stifled giggle that made everyone else nervously laugh, before stepping into the open door of the home. It took one second for Jefferson to catch the look on Regina’s face before he realized what was happening.

A quiet buzz of music played in the house, and Jefferson took Grace’s scarf and coat before she quickly ran off with Henry and the tin of cookies to go find more of their friends. Killian cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair, before choking back another fit of laughter as he looked at Jefferson.

“What happened to you two?” Regina scoffed, relaxing as Emma pulled her closer with an arm around her waist. Regina was formally dressed in a skin tight olive green dress, and Emma was in red. Guests all around the house were dressed in formal, and semi formal attire, and everyone looked fabulous Jefferson thought to himself. “Such a lavish party, Regina, I’m impressed.” The hatter managed to say between pursed lips. He flicked a glistening invitation towards Regina’s face, his own starting to turn red, burning his cheeks like hot fire. “A joke, perhaps?” He tried to maintain his calmness, remembering how far he has come from the person he used to be. Emma bit the inside of her lip, taking the invitation from Regina’s hand and looking it over quickly before handing it back to Jefferson.

“I think some of Henry’s original invitations got mixed in with the new ones before we sent them out. An honest mistake I’m sure.” Emma held back laughter, but she almost couldn’t help herself. “You guys look great.” She burst out, doubling over in laughter, causing more guests to turn their heads. Jefferson became more uncomfortable, but adjusted the sweater he had previously spent weeks picking out just for the party. It was ungodly, and absolutely hideous, but it was perfect for the occasion. The ugliest sweater that he had ever found, and very in tune for the Christmas season. But it almost didn’t compare to the one that Killian was wearing. Jefferson did almost crack something resembling a smile when he took another look at Killian, whom looked just as ridiculous as Jefferson.

“Glad I could be of your amusement.” Killian mockingly half bowed, feeling as though he was being caught in the middle of a joke. “If I may though, my loves, be excused for a drink.”

“There is a hot beverage bar in the dining lounge, dinner is nearly ready to be served if you would like to find something before we all set the tables.” Regina nodded towards the living area where sparkling decorations were hung all around and friends and foes alike were crowded together smiling and laughing while they put their differences aside to celebrate the holidays together. Jefferson was flushed hot and his head was aching with embarrassment, as he considered fleeing out the front door and locking himself in his home after made to look like a fool, but remembered Grace was along with her friends. He spotted her, Henry and other classmates around the fireplace with cups of overflowing hot chocolate and marshmallows. Her smile was radiating and by seeing how much joy was brought to her spending time with her friends, he felt selfish for getting so upset over something so small. He was used to being well dressed though and respected here, and after being a mockery for so many years and the pawn in so many games before, he felt threatened and much like he used to so many years before in his life.

Jefferson made himself a cup of hot tea and stirred some sugar in, watching others from his place against the wall. He began to relax more as he saw a few others emerge in the crowds of people, wearing ugly Christmas sweaters as well. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all, maybe getting to know those in Storybooke wouldn’t be so bad. Everyone was different, they all remembered who they were now, but they were also new, changed in a way. These weren’t just the same people that he had seen all the years before from different realms, they were new creations of the people they had once been. But Jefferson couldn’t help but remember everything he was forced to never forget about all these people around him, and that was something he would always be cursed with. He would never forget anything, and that made it just as hard to learn to trust anyone again.

“Guess were not the only ones that didn’t get the memo, love.” Hook said as Jefferson jerked back to look towards him. He was pouring rum into a cup of hot chocolate. He stabbed a marshmallow with his hook and swirled it around the cup before plopping it into his mouth and taking a big gulp of his concoction. The hatter rolled his eyes, but relaxed as he looked back up again and met the eyes of the captain.

“I suppose you’re right.” Jefferson said flatly, adjusting the scarf again, becoming slightly uncomfortable feeling the pirate stare back at him. It was in this moment that Jefferson really took in Killian. He sees him out in the town every once in awhile, usually causing some sort of trouble, and getting into arguments with Emma. But something was different about him in the way that he looked at the hatter, something was lighter, more natural. The captain cocked his head to the side, grinning. “Taking it all in, are we?” He joked, twirling his hook in the air and doing a full spin while Jefferson let out a dry laugh.

“Actually, maybe so.” Jefferson admitted, looking past the pirate to do a mental check on Grace before bringing himself back to his drink. The captain stopped moving, and leaned himself against the wall next to the hatter. He drew his eyes up to Jefferson and let them stay there in that moment. He could feel his heart racing, letting his imagination run with wilderness for the first time in ages.

“Is that so, hatter.” Killian traces his hook up against the rough outline of Jefferson’s jaw, before dropping it back down to his side, taking another brave drink of his rum and hot chocolate.

“Menus are being placed, if everyone wants to join us at the tables.” Jefferson can hear Emma announcing to the party, and clicks of heels begin towards the dining area as guests start to make their ways to the tables and finding friends they wish to dine with. He wants to move, but he feels frozen in this moment, and it sparks something deep inside of him that he hasn’t been able to feel in such a long while.

“Could I trouble you for your company during dinner?” Killian suggests, motioning towards the direction that everyone is headed.

It is in that moment, that Jefferson decides he either has to take a leap and trust his instinct or stay stuck in the same rabbit hole he’s been stuck in for years, and he isn’t afraid of change he decides, not anymore. He swiftly grabs the captain by a fistful of his ugly sweater and pulls his face as close as possible, closing the distance between the two men by hastily placing his lips against the pirate’s. He can taste rum and warmth and adventure. He draws a breath in before pulling himself inches away from the captain and he almost feels a little more empty than before, wishing for the rush again with the familiar smell of Killian. Deep wood, sea salt, and sweet alcohol. He could live in this moment forever.

“Dinner, and maybe more following.” Jefferson shakily breaths out, his face turning a deep scarlet as he catches Regina eyeing their close distance on her way towards the tables. Killian runs his hands against his lips, wishing they didn’t feel so shattered and heavy after Jefferson parted with them. He waited a lifetime for this moment, and he could live a thousand of them over just to have it again.

They find themselves surrounded by friends, taking seats together at the table, and Jefferson could swear he feels the heavy staring of the captain for the most part of the meal when he isn’t catching himself looking back into his eyes. Something has definitely changed between them, that spark, and Jefferson can’t wait to discover what more comes from their encounter. He is, after all, welcoming the change.

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Reinventing Shipwrecks & Dreamlands

Original posted - 2019 ao3 works

Jefferson/Mad Hatter & Killian Jones/Captain Hook

Chapter 1 - The Meeting

It was another frantic nightmare that awoke him with someone gently shaking him awake. Jefferson was nearing closer to being exhausted with the constant reminders of what Wonderland has done to him over the years, of all the realms, it has been the harshest. Next to trying to piece a life back together now, though. It was what had initially separated him from Grace, and what also still holds his heart. He felt as though he might have a love/hate relationship with the place. It can be so warming, and reminding, such a lovely place to spend hours. But maddening, and he must not forget that.

He sits on the side on the bed, feet touching the ground to reassure himself he’s actually here, and beads of sweat form at the side of his face. He runs a careless hand through his hair and pushes himself up off the bed with a sigh. The sleek glass cabinet in the bathroom holds countless different bottles of medications, each with careful consideration for prescription. Jefferson reaches for one, twisting the cap off and taking one before heading back to his room. He’s quiet in the hallway, but peers into Grace’s room, her nightlight flickering against the dark of the walls. He hums to himself, half-smiling, and continues back to his room. He leans his head against the pillow, staring towards the window, watching the trees in the distance sway with the rush of winds that gust with a coming storm. He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to remember anything about what, or who, was shaking him awake in the nightmare. He is repeatedly brought back from them with the same routine shaking, but he can’t seem to remember anything that would entice his memory to understand. He pulls the blanket up, flashing a smile before falling back into the dreams, I’ll figure this out, he thinks to himself, drifting off.

Once Grace is on the bus for school, Jefferson heads to the diner to clear his thoughts. He pulls a small white pill from his pocket, taking it eagerly, and heads towards the direction of town. The wind is still dying down, but the beams of sun trying to make their way between the clouds can’t be something to complain about. As he approaches the door, Jefferson is met with a heated conversation between Mary Margaret, David, Emma, and a tall handsome man, yielding a hook in place of one of his hands. Jefferson scoffs to himself, rolling his eyes, and trudges closer to the door.

“If I ever knew something was going to be an issue, it was this.” Emma glares towards the one handed man, taking a step closer to him, and forcing David closer between the two as Mary Margaret places a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Now love, I’d hardly call myself an issue, but I appreciate the compliment.” The man takes a half-bow, cracking a smile. “Now, who do I owe the pleasure for this?” He sharply takes a turn towards Jefferson, adjusting his hat, and glancing towards those he knows. After everything that happened in Storybooke and things had finally resumed to what felt like something to call normal, it seemed that new issues had a way of occurring just once another was resolved. And Jefferson didn’t want any part of anything else, he thought to himself.

“Pardon me.” Jefferson tries to swiftly walk past the party, but the man is swifter, stepping up to Jefferson, and following his gaze with his own. Jefferson lets out a shaky breath, and looks back to the man. His eyes meet, and his dark look seems to soften, which makes Jefferson look down towards his feet. The man places his hook under Jefferson’s chin, lifting it up to his own face, smirking. “You are a pretty one, aren’t you, mate.” Jefferson takes a half step back, forcing his hand to push the hook down and meets eyes with the stranger again. “Name is Jefferson.” he says sternly, locking eyes.

The man takes a half-bow again, peering up at Jefferson from his stance. “Pleasure it is. Captain Hook at your service, though unprofessional, Killian.” Killian stands up, and Emma lets out a defeated sigh, looking between family members.

“Stay out of trouble, Hook. I’m watching you, feverishly.” Emma states, pulling keys out of her pocket. “I have some work to do back at the station, but you all know where to find me, when, trouble starts to present itself. In pirate form.”

Killian gently traces down Emma’s face with the side of his hook. “Now sweetheart, don’t place an offer you can’t handle.” Emma swats the hook back from her face, pulling her jacket closer around her.

“Don’t flatter yourself, mate.” Emma mocks, taking a swift step and walking the other direction, followed by a giggling Mary Margaret and blushing David.

Killian directs himself back to his new found possession, straightening himself and opening the door to the diner, glancing towards a booth seen from the frame of the door. “After you, love.” Killian shoves an unwavering Jefferson inside the diner door and seats himself down in a booth, followed by Killian on the other side who daringly taunts with the waitress, Ruby. “Darling,” Killian growls towards her. “fetch a coffee for my new friend and I, won’t you.” Jefferson scans the menu, only to peer up enough to watch Ruby glare back towards Killian.

“We don’t ruin everything with rum here, pirate.” Ruby snarls, giving a gentle smile to Jefferson before turning back towards the counter for cups.

“Well she’s a tad defensive, wouldn’t you say. Pleasurably defensive, I quite enjoy the fight.” Killian eyes Ruby as she hastily places a cup in front of him and then fills them for the boys. Jefferson begins to spin sugar while Killian takes a long drink before putting his cup back down and placing them menu back in its spot against the edge of the table. “Those light fluffy clouds that you drown in the sweet sauce. And the meat that comes in strips.” He bites at the last word, tapping on the table and eyeing Jefferson from behind his menu.

“It’s called pancakes and bacon, you rat.” Ruby smashed the pen against the pad of paper she held, and looked on towards Jefferson. “Jefferson, changing our order yet?” Ruby smiled at him, and he cautiously laid his menu down on top of where Killian had placed his. “I’ll just have what he’s having.” Jefferson mumbled, picking up the menus to hand to her. “Thank you, Ruby.” Ruby, atonished with Jefferson’s breakfast choice, since he ordered the same thing every day after getting Grace off to school, wrote down his order and gently took the menus from his hands.

“Hasty, isn’t that one.” Killian laughs, bringing the cup up to his mouth again for another drink.

The men eat in mostly silence, aside from remarks Killian makes about others around them, hardly able to keep to himself. Jefferson watches him with such arrogance around how he presents, but there’s something else about him that he just can’t seem to let go.

“Do you ever take that thing—“ Killian makes a motion towards Jefferson’s hat, allowing a smile to play at the corner of his lips, “—off, love?” Jefferson tenses up, adjusting the corners of the hat so it fits more securely on his head.

“Not generally—no.” Jefferson says, shoving the last of the pancake in his mouth, and finishing off his coffee. Jefferson places some bills on the table, and begins to stand up.

“Going so quick now are we? Haven’t you any manners, to walk a new friend out.” Killian scoffs, grinning, and stands up from the booth as well, placing enough money to cover the meal and a tip in the hands of Ruby as the brings Jefferson a to-go coffee, like he generally has once he leaves. “I’ll cover these expenditures, mate. You’ll have more in the future.” Killian says to him, running a hand against the table and playfully bringing the money back to tuck it in the front pocket of Jeffersons pressed jacket.

“Thank you, Ruby. See you tomorrow.” Jefferson tips his hat towards his friend, and heads for the door, followed by the charming and fast-paced pirate now connected to his every move. Killian leapt towards the door and quickly opens it while Jefferson makes his way past him and out, starting his walk home down the main drag of the street.

“Now love, running off so quick are we? Have we no time to catch up?” Killian swiftly and sternly braces Jefferson against the wall of the building closest to them, backing him up as much as he can, eagerly closing the space between the bodies of the two. Jefferson gulps, a bead of sweat running down from the top of his hat towards the line of his jaw.

“What do you want from me.” Jefferson exclaims, locking his frantic glance with the relaxed and entertained smile of the pirate before him. “I don’t have anything that is worth what you’re needing. I’ve lost everything.” Jefferson smells the sweet scent of the syrup and coffee mixing on the breath of Killian as he runs his hook down the side of his face, breaking the distance.

“You’ve been dragging me into those particularly unpleasant dreams of yours and that Wonderland.” Jefferson flashes back to the shaking in his nightmares that wakes him each time they occur, and tries to connect the pieces.

“No, you’re lying. That can’t be possible.” Jefferson suggests, mostly to try and make himself believe what he’s saying. “I may try theft, but lying isn’t my specialty today, sweetheart.” Killian chimes locking eyes with Jefferson. Killian hasn’t ever had much of an actual interest in someone, but something else played in his head with Jefferson. He longed to know more of why he was part of these dreams, this place of Wonderland, and of course Jefferson himself. He’s seen enough to know what trouble runs beneath the surface that Jefferson tries to maintain, and he knows he can help him find his way to fix it.

Jefferson tries to break against the hold that Killian has on him, weary of what dark runs in his veins. “I’m sorry, I have to go. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble, but please. I have to meet my daughter at the bus in a few hours and I must not be late.”

“Don’t be sorry, love. You’ll be on time for Grace, wouldn’t ever leave her again, now would we. You might be afraid of those dreams, mate, but I want to be in more than just those.” Killian gets a wicked grin across his face and hastily pulls Jefferson in by his shirt, their lips meeting for the first time here. Jefferson feels his body relax some against the tense hold that Killian has on him, and his face turns a deep scarlet. Killian runs his tongue against Jefferson’s teeth and pulls back to look at Jefferson before planting a soft, but rushed kiss on his lips once more. “Mate, would you mind if we discuss things in the privacy of your walls. Ships a beauty, but she's a tale for another day.” Killian smugly shrugs, taking a single step back from Jefferson who looks around but sees no one around what feels like ghostly streets that are generally rather busy. Trying to process what just happened, and what could happen, Jefferson looks back up to Killian and gives him a wickedly maddening smile, feeling a little less cautious. “Of course.”

Chapter 2 - Valium

Jefferson unlocked the door, not completely sure he was trusting his new found friend. His head was spinning, collections of thoughts that were unable to process themselves completely to mend what his mind tried to make realistic. Everything was deafening, his ears ringing, it was an unsettling type of silence. The pirate closed the door behind him, but it was the second click that made him uneasy, as he felt a strong jab in the back of his neck.

“Get out of my house, and get away from me.” Jefferson gritted his teeth, hand sweating against the material fit snug in his hand. The pirate lifted his hand, and hook, in the air above his head and carefully turned around towards the hatter. “Now.” He simply stated, pushing the gun right against Killian’s face.

“Now love, why don’t we go ahead and put that away, I’m not here to harm you mate, I’m here to help.” Quite mad, the pirate thought to himself, putting his hooked hand to the gun and lowering it from his face. “Please, just let me—“ The pirate put his hand out towards Jefferson’s face, and in the same moment, Jefferson slams his hands against his head, falling to his knees. His hat falls, rolling across the room and coming to a stop in the corner by the fireplace. Nothing like this can be happening, he wanted to be done going from realm to realm and just wanted to forget everything that happened before.

“Please leave me be.” Jefferson whined into the floor, the gun now laying at his side, the pirate was quick to remove it from the situation before one of them was removed from it instead. Jefferson felt a hand at his shoulder, he was embarrassed, ashamed even. He sat up, crossing his legs and Killian offered the hat to him, Jefferson gripped it tight against his chest and a single tear rolled down his cheek. “I can’t keep losing myself.” Jefferson grimaced, hands gripping the hat.

“I want to know more. About you. If I’m going to help you, I might as well be able to know who I’m working with.” Killian suggested, looking towards the hatter. Jefferson nodded his head, plopping his hat back on his head and adjusting it until it felt secure enough. His hands were trembling, the thought of allowing someone to know who he was, deepened his fear of who he didn’t want to become again.

“I’ll get some tea, then.” And Jefferson was already off towards the another room in the maze of a house before the pirate could determine what was going on.

“I’ll just have this here rum, love.” Killian absently said into the dark of the halls off in other directions, steadily standing and brushing off invisible bits of nothing from his clothes. He lazily waltzed closer to the fire that was steadily cracking away, making himself comfortable in one of the oversized armchairs in the almost otherwise vacant room.

Jefferson returned to Killian moments later, two cups in tow, and offered one to the pirate as he sat in the chair across. He hastily took a small single white, this time, blue pill from his pocket and shoved it into his mouth, whisking it away to work its magic in his system, glancing up at the pirate, who, is seemingly still occupied with himself. Killian looks up to meet the hatter’s gaze as he pockets the rum again after putting a generous helping of it into his tea. The hatter rolls his eyes, but the pirate offers a half-hearted smirk, careful of the boundaries of the man before him. “Rum makes it better, mate, not to disregard your tea making abilities.” The pirate does a mocking half-bow in the chair towards the hatter. Jefferson shrugs, taking another long sip of his tea, swirling a spoon in it before looking back up towards Killian.

“So where were we then.” Jefferson sighs, letting out a long, slow, and shaky breath. “I don’t have much time, before I have to get Grace.” the hatter exclaims, looking at a pocket watch that he tucks back in, before peering back at the pirate.

“Aside from our innate ability to dislike one another sometimes, Snow, David and Emma are watching for Grace after school is out, they’ve invited her own for dinner and to spend time with Henry, they’ll bring her back over after, dear.” The pirate simply states, fetching a hand into the coat of the hatter and emerging with a bottle with a label on it. “What is it ya keep taking mate? I’ve watched you get enveloped with these in your dreams, and now I’m confirming it again in this realm.” Jefferson snapped towards the pirate and tried to grab for the bottle, but Killian has played this game long before. “Give it back to me, please.” Jefferson bit at the last word, almost growling at the pirate. He didn’t feel comfortable not having what kept him sane with him at all times. Killian looks at the front of the bottle again, tapping the contents around and then aggressively tries to open it, finally snapping the lid off and sending the hatter into a panic state. The captain sniffed at the inside and ran a finger against the fine powder that coated the inside with the medications. He took one out and eyed it cautiously, flipping it in his hand.

“Val-ei-rum?” The pirate slaps his knee and throws the pill in his mouth, crunching it around, and quickly making a pressed face, starting into a cough. “What have you done?!” The hatter all but shrieked at him.

“What in the bloody hell is that thing?” The captain continued to cough, soothing it by taking a long drink of his rum, pocketing it again, and running a hand in his unruly hair, flipping his legs over the sided of the chair, and focusing his attention back to Jefferson.

“It’s Valium, you idiot!” Jefferson choked back his frustration and alarm.

“I thought it was some kind of new world developed powdered rum in a sweets form, mate!” The captain shot back, showing obvious frustration.

The hatter halted in this state for a moment, grabbing the bottle back the pirate, and shoving it back as deep as he could into his coat.

“Dr. Hopper, he prescribed it to me when Regina made me start going there to see him, along with other medications he said that these would make me normal! So that I wouldn’t keep going mad!” He all but screamed now, tears streaming down his face, his near black looking eyes aggressively focusing on Killian and grinning. “And you just took it! You have no idea what it’s going to do to you. What it will do to your mind.” The hatter shoved his finger to this throat, tearing off the scarf he tightly wore. “They’ll be off with your head too!” He took his finger and ran it mockingly against the scar, the entire length of this neck. He was now laughing so maddening that the captain was unsure what to do for his new friend. He had no idea what the hatter was capable of when it seemed that he has started to lose himself.

“I’m just going to get some water, love.” Killian slowly stood, backing his way into the kitchen and pulling his phone out of his pocket, now that he was getting better as using new world items, things came easier to him then before. He dialed the number and waited for an answer. “Archie, yeah. Captain Killian Jones. I think I’m need need of your services mate.” The captain took a deep breath waiting for help from the other side of the line.

“Your head, your head, your head!” The hatter screamed from the other room, filling up teacups alined the wall with tea, overflowing it onto the floor. The pirate rolled his eyes, almost regretting his decision to helping the hatter.

“Well just hurry, he’s going mad.” The pirate snarled into the phone, shoving it back into his pocket, before approaching directly across from the hatter. “Listen mate, let’s just take a minute to calm down, okay?” Killian suggests, but Jefferson begins to grab the tea cups, throwing them in the direction of the dodging pirate, and smashing them with glass clashing all around them into the walls. The captain takes an opportunity to make a break and slams himself into the hatter and throws him onto the ground. Jefferson is held down under Killian, who has fastened his hands over the hatter’s wrists on either side of his head. The hatter has tears streaking down his face, his hands bloodied from shards of glass and slamming himself around. Killian fiercely plants a single, gentle kiss against the hatter’s lips and pulls back, watching something switch off in Jefferson’s eyes. The captain takes his hook and smooths back the hatter’s hair, giving him another gentle kiss on the forehead. “Shh, love. This isn’t you, and I’m going to help you with this.”

“I’m going mad.” The hatter coiled himself up under the pirate and it was Killian who backed away enough to see the deepening state of Jefferson’s eyes, the blood lust that was filling him with rage, anger, hurt, and confusion. He threw the captain off of him and armed himself with a sword off of the wall, laughing again as he threw things around the room.

“Now mate, put the sword down, I do not want to have to do this.” The pirate warned, drawing his own sword from his side. The hatter came towards the captain thrusting the sword towards his face, but Jefferson’s mind was so groggy, he couldn’t tell what was here and was wasn't here anymore. Trying to facilitate a plan, the hatter jumped towards the pirate again, this time cutting the weapon into one of the beautiful armchairs that sat in the living room, running a rip from one side to the other. “You arrogant rat!” The hatter shrilled, charging towards Killian, who drew his sword and took a daring jab in Jefferson’s direction. A long clean cut ran half the length of the hatter’s arm, dripping blood onto the carpet. “You gave me no choice, love.” The captain said, obviously distressed and hurt with the outcome. The captain watched as blood continued to drip, but the hatter looked as if he reconnected to the world around him. His eyes returned to their normal color, like the evil had left them.

Tears swelled in the hatter’s eyes, darting around the room and down to his arm. His head began to throb, and things became more fuzzy and unclear to him, his gaze became a daze of what was occurring around him. “Killian?” Jefferson called out, faintly feeling warm hands grasp at his body as he what felt like, melted to the floor. His eyes became heavy, and after everything went dark, he was back in Wonderland.

“Every episode since he was trapped there without the ability to come back until the curse was broken, has been severe, but nothing as bad as it has been lately.” Dr. Hopper quietly explained to the captain.

Jefferson was laying in bed, a line of stitches run along his arm, and a grimaced, pain look upon his sleeping face. The captain and Archie watched on as he slept. Snow and David had come earlier to grab some of Grace’s things to stay the weekend so that they could look after her father.

“I’ve been trying to find the right medications to make him feel more connected to this world now, his world now. So that he can let go of what happened in Wonderland. But I haven’t been successful, and right now I feel like I’m working backwards.” Dr. Hopper explained, rubbing his hands together.

Hook got a strange look in his eyes, rubbing his hook along his jawline, sighing. “Listen mate, I think he’s been getting stuck back in this Wonderland, and he’s been taking me with him.”

Chapter 3 - Mad Here

“I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re saying.” Dr. Hopper simply stated, almost too calm for the captain.

“You’re telling me, mate. That you are in another realm, just vanished to this new world, by magic, and you don’t know what I’m saying? Listen love, I find that a little hard to believe.” The captain tosses a look towards the sleeping hatter, motioning with his hooked hand. “Have you honestly no idea? You believe in bloody dragons, evil queens, true love and all the nonsense that entails, but you don’t have an explanation for getting trapped in that damn Wonderland with Sir Mad Hat over there? He takes me with him,” The pirate leaned closer to Archie, grabbing a fistful of his shirt, snarling. “and I want to know what’s going on.” Killian tensed his jaw, releasing his hold on Dr. Hopper, and leaned back, furrowing his brow.

“Wait, you’re saying in any given moment, you get taken into Wonderland with Jefferson?” Archie exclaims, raising a hand to his chin, giving the captain a questionable look.

“Look love, I know I don’t have the best reputation, but when I’m telling you I’m not lying, I’m not. Something is going on. I don’t disappear, like having with this curse.” Hook twirls his finger in the air, motioning around them. “But, I almost feel as if part of me is on hold here, and part of me goes, whenever he takes these trips, but it’s almost always at night, so I think they’re dreams. Nightmares of the sort really. Sometimes I even jolt myself up from them with some battle signs, injuries if you will.” The captain looks puzzled, but is easily captivated with the expression that Archie holds.

“That’s just it! We’re on to something. You are right, he’s been taken back into the Wonderland. But why, and how? Something, or even someone, could be pulling him, being his easy nature of that happening as a portal-jumper.” The captain gives the doctor as distasteful look at the nickname of the nature of his friend.

“If he’s just a portal-jumper, that makes me just a pirate, mate.” Hook cockily grins, and Archie motions to the hallway where the two of them restart the conversation.

“That’s not what I mean, Killian. You know that.” Dr. Hopper puts a hand on the captain’s shoulder, reassuring him of his trusting nature. “But, I think we have a way to fix this, fix Jefferson. I believe what is happening, well, it’s hard to explain. I haven’t come across it before, and I’m hardly sure if I can believe it’s happening. I think whatever is gripping him back to that land, he found someone who could help. I’m not sure how you’re the one that got connected, but you get taken there, and from the likes of how he’s explained these nightmares before to me, you’re the one hidden figure that must be stopping them. Have you ever been to Wonderland before?” Archie questioned, trying to formulate in his mind what his plan was.

“Afraid not, mate. I’m sure I would remember a place like that after having seeing it now, interesting hell of a hole.” The captain remarks.

Dr. Hopper sighs, readjusting himself against the wall, flipping open a small book he pulled from his pocket, and flipping back and forth until he finds what he was looking for and begins reading before hesitantly looking back up at the captain. “Okay, here’s what were going to do.”

“So wait, what?” The disoriented hatter shakes his head again, sitting up and taking in a sharp breath with the pain searing in his arm. Killian gets a hardened look on his face, disappointed with himself for hurting someone he cares about. Someone he cares about? Sure, he’s cared for other before, friends, shipmates, but never another person like this. And of anyone it had to be the hatter, who is literally quite maddening at the moment.

“Dr. Hopper said that our dream realm portion of ourselves, like our subconscious selfs or something bloody confusing like that goes from our bodies and into actual Wonderland. Not like when I’ve been trapped in Neverland though, different.” The captain rubs his hand behind his head, smirking. “Okay, look, mate. It’s like this. Archie said something, or someone was dragging you back to the land, place—thing.” The captain motions to Jefferson’s hat sitting atop the dresser in the room. “He said that whatever happens there, some of it allows it back to happen to us, in our actual forms. Like I suspected when I mentioned it at the diner, I’ve been getting taken back to Wonderland with you. He said it has to be some kind of a dream realm, where you have these nightmares, but partially realistic, since it’s a realm. But the good news is, were going to fix them. The bad news is, love, I don’t know where to start.”

Jefferson was confused. All of it seemed like so much to take in, but he knew that what the captain and Dr. Hopper were talking about, was real. He knows it’s real because things happen to him, and they happen to Killian, and he wants to make it stop. “I want to do whatever it takes, to quit going to the dream realm.”

“Archie said the first step, is to try to figure out anything we can about what’s going on, before attempting to fix them in the dream realm. He said we have to go to Wonderland.”

“No, we can’t go back. Not like that.” Killian lifts the hatter’s face into the curve of his hook, looking him in the eyes, before planting a gentle kiss on the hatter’s lips. “Love, the danger is gone there. The Red Queen has been beheaded and no longer lives.” Jefferson absentmindedly runs his fingers over the scar on his neck. The captain takes the hatter’s hands in his, giving him a soft smile. “Don’t do this for you, or for me, but do it for Grace.”

“Fine, whatever we have to do, I’ll do it.” Jefferson sighs, and carefully gets himself out of the bed, moving things around in the closet to dress himself for their visit.

Straightening his vest, the hatter looks up at the pirate, tears forming in his lost blue eyes. “I’ll keep you safe, love. I am a pirate, after all. It’s my job to keep track of the treasures.” Killian looks away, embarrassed at how soft he is being, feeling the hatter peer at him from across the room. Jefferson smiles, he might not admit it, but his feelings towards the captain are actually heading in a direction he could get comfortable with.

“Well, better be off then.” The captain mumbles, looking up at the smiling Jefferson, which quickly fades. Jefferson nods, slowly, and grabs his hat. He traces along the sides of it, feeling the worn material between his hands, his heart races. The thought of going back there, willingly again, made him shiver with fear. Wonderland was exceptional, prior to the ruling of the Queen of Hearts. There was much lightness, and carefreeness there. Then the Queen came and trapped him there after she took his head off, leaving him to roam mad without Grace. Without anyone, anymore. She gave him his head back, with the promise of finding ways to create more magic, more portals to other realms so she would be able to overtake them all. A lot of bad things happened in the time the hatter was trapped there. But that should have been all behind him, after Emma Swan broke the curse, and after things were finally getting back to a normal, for now, until they could find a way for everyone to get back to their realms. For things to really, actually be right. But Jefferson didn’t want everyone he was finally, mostly back around, to be taken back to realms after everyone had finally came together and got along. Now, especially Killian.

“When I open it, you jump with me. Only as many go in, can come back out.” Jefferson says calmly, setting the hat on the floor, and giving it a strong spin.

“Feel like I’ve heard that before, mate.” The captain grumbles, beginning to have a flash of one of the dreams he was pulled into.

A strong purple smoke envelopes the room and the hatter grabs Killian’s hand, squeezing it tight. The captain looks towards Jefferson and he can finally see a spark of the Jefferson that he first met at the diner, clouded with these teasingly frantic notes that make him much darker of a person. “Now!” Jefferson exclaims, pulling Killian along with him. A dark room suddenly appears light, and there are rows upon rows of different decorated doors.

“These are different realms, that’s Wonderland there.” The hatter stiffened, taking a step forward.

“Never wanted to not see so many realms within reach in my life, love.” Killian said, reaching a hand out towards the door in front of him, his hand passed through, as he tried to steady himself, he falters, falling into the realm. He smacks face first against the pavement, a stunned Jefferson catching himself behind, and dusting off his vest as the pirate collects himself. The two are met with an oddly dissatisfying worn down gate, with wildly large and imaginative flowers all around them, talking.

“It’s the mad hatter, we see you’ve got your head back!” They gossip, loudly, and flowing their large stems and brightly colored petals towards the pair, giggling and watching on as the hatter grabs at Killian’s coat, pulling him farther into the foggy land.

“Quit listening to them, Killian. hate that name, I hate Wonderland.” The hatter grumbles, stopping at the beginning of a path, with creatures running all around, mushrooms, flowers, and trees as high as you can see.

“Well then, the whole realm is confusion enough then isn’t it. No luck in finding anything here, might as well just go back then, right, love.” Killian exclaims, heading back in the direction of the door. He is jaunted back with a tugging of his coat, only to find him facing the hatter again. who comes within inches of his face. “You said you’d help me.” Jefferson grins, drawing a breath out so close the captain can taste his desperation. “And now we’re here.” Jefferson bows, flashing a hand towards the path, and Killian clears his throat.

“I’m not afraid of bloody anything, I’ve killed for less than crossing my path, so be it.” Hook exclaims, heading towards the path, Jefferson following.

The two walk for what seems like hours, looking for anything they can. The land seems gloomy still, like something isn’t quite right.

Just then, Jefferson pulls Killian to a stop and the captain looks forward to what has stopped Jefferson. Guards, running straight for them, dressed in all red. “Fancy this happening.” Killian draws his sword, giving a wicked grin towards the guards. “Go on then, loves, come have at it!” Killian daunts them, trying to cause trouble.

“No, we have to go, we have to hurry. The Red Queen, she’s still here somehow. I have a feeling she’s behind this somehow.” Jefferson pulls the hat off of his head, he hasn’t had to try and portal jump like this in awhile, but it’s going to have to do. He throws the hat on the ground with a spinning motion and the portal opens. Jefferson shoves Killian into the portal and runs in himself, just as a pile of guards throws themselves on top of one another, landing on solid ground.

The two are thrown onto the living room floor of Jefferson’s house, while Killian manages to untangle himself from the hatter. “Sorry.” Jefferson mumbles, sitting up and resting his chin on his hands. “I don’t know what were going to do.” He sighs, and Killian pulls himself as upright as the hatter, breaking the distance between the two with parting lips.

“We found our clue, now we just go back, and we fix it. You have to trust me, Jefferson.” Killian manages to say, between interlocking kisses. Jefferson smiles into the captain’s kiss, breaking away from his mouth for merely a second.

“It’s dangerous.” He whispers, adjusting his hat on his head, and standing up to brush off his clothes.

The hatter was worried. But he wanted free from this, from his mind. He spent so long being the one that was mad, that he wanted to feel something again. To feel no more regret.

Chapter 4 - Tea Party

Killian hadn’t seen Jefferson in almost three months. Did it really matter though? The hatter locked him out of his life, leaving him to only be seen in his dreams. Hook was still a prisoner of the nightmares that were slowly enveloping the hatter’s life. Killian thought they were starting on a new foot when they had gotten back, barely safely, from Wonderland. But the hatter went cold on the captain, and then started into a rage. He never wanted to see hook again, and he didn’t want his help. But Killian just wanted the same Jefferson back that he had first met, cautious and as lovely as ever, the first night in the diner after he approached him. Maybe this was all Killian’s fault, but he just wanted to help, and he kind of wanted out of some of the nightmares. Sometimes they didn’t bother him so much, but he could only take so many times of seeing Jefferson lose his head, before it had started to make him sick to his stomach and yearn to be able to fix what was happening to his friend, maybe even more.

Just as Killian was fastening the awfully shaped plastic covering on his coffee from the diner to head back to his ship, something started a deep buzzing in his pocket, causing him to jump back at himself with alarm.

“Bloody new world.” The captain huffed, pulling the phone from his pocket, forgetting he wasn’t just traveling in his type of world anymore. “Miss Swan, to what do I owe the lavish pleasure?” He mocked, stiffening his posture from the words coming from the other end of the line. He hung up the phone, determined, and swiftly leaving the diner with his coffee still emitting steam on the counter.

It was first the looks on the faces, but the most alarming thing was all of the guests. Emma, Mary-Margaret, David, Henry, Grace, and Archie.

The pirate sneered, hesitantly hovering over his sword. “What are you all doing here? And why beckon me for the pleasure party here?” David rolled his eyes, offering a hand of peace up in the direction of the captain.

“Look, hook.” David began, only to be interrupted with an uproar.

“Captain, to you, mate.” Killian glared in the direction of the newcomers, but relaxed his expression upon looking towards Henry and Grace. He need not do anything that was necessary, especially when he didn’t know what was going on, and why he was here, when Jefferson very well didn’t want him near.

“Right, sorry. What David is trying to say, is Dr. Hopper said you would be the best bet for the situation. That’s why we called you, there’s something you need to see. The mad ha—Jefferson, is in the other room, he’s not fully aware that anyone is actually here. But when Mary-Margaret didn’t see him to pick up Grace like he usually does from school on Tuesday’s for lunch at Granny’s after, she tried to call the house. No answer, so she called me, and Henry, Grace, and myself came straight over. That’s when I called for my parents, who in turn called Archie. Now, we need you. Belle is going to look after Henry and Grace while were gone, but we’re going to need Robin, Regina, and Gold before—“ Hook snarled towards Emma, letting himself waltz around the room in laugher.

“No love, you’ve got it wrong. I’m not going anywhere for anything with the bloody crocodile helping. I have no mercy in killing him, sweetheart, don't tempt me by making it easier.”

“I think you might reconsider our idea, once you see what’s going on. “ Archie softly said, motioning towards a dark hallway with a light glistening from one of the rooms.

Killian began quietly down the hallway, but lost himself once he got to frame of the doorway, resting himself against the wall. “No, Jefferson?” Hook questions towards the hatter, who continues talking to himself. The room is an office, of sorts, set up for Jefferson to work, and Grace has her own desk for working on homework and her colorings. Beautifully decorated, and overly comfortable, the walls are covered with drawings that the captain can well relate to. Wonderland. Though the room is primarily modern and updated, there are shelves along a wall that are lined with memories, and objects that Grace has grown up playing with. Usually settled into the corner, but now in the middle of a room is a checkered, off-white, small wooden children’s table set. On the table are plastic tea cups, a kettle, spoons, dishes, an assortment for the perfect child’s tea party. In the opposite three chairs, are three stuffed, ragged animals, propped up with cups of tea in front of them. A rabbit, a mouse, and a rather creepy looking cat. The hatter poured fake cups of tea to each of them, over and over, mumbling incoherent sentences to them. Every so often, his eyes would trail up to look at Killian, but they didn’t show any signs of reality, as dark as they became. Killian stepped forward, crouching in front of the table, placing a hand on his knee to steady himself. “Jefferson?” He starts again, startling the hatter to look up at him, but still very much not in the same world as them. “This isn’t real.”

With a quick smile that stretched across his face, the hatter jolted himself towards the pirate, slamming him into the hallway and tumbling with a thud. “I’m late, late for the tea with Grace!” The hatter shrieked, fumbling around with Killian on the floor, straining to get up from the hold Jefferson had on him around his neck. “Please, listen to me. Stop this madness.” Killian chocked out, already fully regretting the last word that left his lips, struggling to breathe.

“Daddy!” A shrill came and more lights were flicked on in the house, David pulling the hatter off of Killian and dragging him to the living room where Mary-Margaret was starting a fire.

Archie pulled a thin needle from his pocket, quickly injecting the medication into the hatters muscle, before helping David settle him onto the couch. “It’s okay Grace. Hook is a good friend of your father’s and he’s going to help fix him okay?” Archie explains to a tearful Grace in the corner of the room, comforted by Henry and Emma. Grace missed when her dad was like he used to be, when she didn’t have to worry if he was playing with her, or lost. If he was going to cook dinner for her, or she was going to make something for them, when she could barely reach the top shelf in the fridge. Grace nodded her head, and Emma wiped a tear from her eye before letting it fall down her face, hugging her a little tighter to her.

“Why don’t you say we go wait in the movie room until Belle gets here to help your dad, I’ll pop some popcorn and get some drinks?” Emma suggests, bending down in front of Henry and Grace for approval.

Though not exactly the adventure he was hoping for, Killian held his tongue, and his sword back, while discussing what the plan was with Gold. Belle was settled in with the kids, while Regina, Robin, and Gold stood before the others, figuring out the best approach.

“I say we just go in and cut her bloody head off.” The captain exclaims, drawing his sword from his side, looking over at a sleeping Jefferson, curled up with a blanket.

Regina scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Nonsense, pirate. And do remember; though we don’t see eye to eye, she is, unfortunately, my mother.” Regina cut in, Robin running a hand around her waste to keep her at a safe distance.

“Let us all remember, that I am the one making the deal.” Gold raised a hand twirling it in the air, before smiling and holding up a box, glowing red from the inside. “Now, we just have to have something she wants. Oh, look at this.” He lets out a shrill giggle, opening the box slightly before closing it again.

“Where did you get that?!” Regina squints, rage filling for the man in front of her.

“It’s for me to know, and you to not find out, dearie.” He stated, handing the hat to Killian, from which it was placed on the floor in the middle of all of them.

“Cora has always been in search to get her heart back. Half of the reasoning Jefferson is getting back from her doing, is because she feels that he is the most equipped of portals and of Wonderland, in particular. So she wants his work to be done, to mend her broken heart. So here’s where the deal comes in.” He looks around, careful of how he approaches his own thoughts, things that knows that must be done rightfully so in hopes of returning everyone back like they came in. “We break into the castle, section her off from her guards. When she isn’t prepared, we threaten her, but I very well know she will be expecting a deal to be made. We will offer a trade of her having power over her own heart again, with the help of Regina to return it to her body. She will then be banished of the power to draw others back into her land, her realm. She will cause no more harm to travelers that venture there, and will return Jefferson to his normal—original so to speak—state.”

“How do we know this will work?” David questions, looking towards Mary-Margaret and Emma, not wanting his family to separate anymore than they already have had to in the past.

“Oh it will, dearie. Trust me.” Gold claps his hands together, motioning towards Killian with the hat still in hand. “You, spin the hat. You’ve been taken there enough times in your wish realm then one could imagine. David, you help me with getting the hatter into the portal. Everyone else, just make sure you make it in. Remember, the hat has it’s own rules, and we follow them. Everyone ready?” Rumple states, getting fleeting glances from everyone around him, but nods alas.

Killian spins the hat on the ground, and everyone watches as a purple smoke emits around them and opens up a portal. The group stands around one another in a circle around the portal. Robin looks towards them, grabbing hands with Regina and Emma. “Everyone grab a part of the person next to you, and on three we jump!” He yells over the consuming sound of the portal that has emerged in front of them. “One, two,—th”.

“Three!” The group of friends and enemies alike, falls from somewhere in the middle of the air, landing with thuds and curses. “Guys, I said on three jump, not jump into a new realm for three.” Robin whines, rubbing a hand on his throbbing head.

“Where’s the bloody door!” Killian shouts, untangling himself from the others, everyone trying to stand on their own.

“You must have been able to bring us straight to the realm without having to cross the door.” Rumple said, becoming mockingly with his words. “A pirate, with magic ability. Who would have know you could do more than drink, cheat, and steal.” Hook starts after Gold, but is stopped when he sees Jefferson. Standing on his own, he turns towards the others, and looks up in the sky. He looks past everyone and then back towards Killian, glaring.

“You. I said to stay away from me. And all of you.” Jefferson shakes his head in disbelief at everyone. “Why are we here?” He lets out a soft cry, but holds the demeanor that he’s angry still.

“I didn’t ask to come here again, mate, so don’t with the staying away still and stifled cries.” Killian grumbled, but quickly regretted his decision to voice how he felt. He knew everything was hard right now, and he knew that he wanted to help, not make things worse. A Pirate is a pirate, but there can be good found in them, still.

“I just didn’t want you to keep getting hurt, or rather, worse. When I realized the dangers here again, I didn’t want to risk losing something that finally felt like it was going right when everything else wasn’t.” Jefferson rubbed a hand against his neck, looking down to the ground.

Jefferson was back, for now.

Killian stepped forwards, gently approaching the hatter. He fastened his hook and hand to readjust the scarf that Jefferson had on, covering up the scar that was showing after being thrown from the portal. “We have a plan, all of us. We’re going to stop this, love.” Killian lifted the hatter’s chin up with his hook. He could see the fear and chaos still lingering in Jefferson’s eyes, but he knew he was finding a way to get him back, all of him. Killian gently, but eagerly moved towards Jefferson’s parted lips. He kissed the hatter and swears he could feel him relax into his arms.

Emma clears her throat, and Jefferson pulls back from Killian, face burning red. They smirk at one another. “Uh, we should get going.” Jefferson suggests, letting out a half embarrassed laugh so getting so caught up in the captain.

Just then Killian bends down, picking up a colorful cookie on the path, which simply states “Eat me” on the front in fine, glistening icing. “Don’t mind if I do then, mate.” Killian shrugs, but the cookie is smacked from his hand, heading towards his open mouth. “Hey, love! Now that wasn’t very friendly of you after we’ve gotten off to such a good start again, wouldn’t you agree.”

“Are you daft?” The hatter mocks, shaking his head.

“Well, love. It was something to eat, practically begging me to eat it, really.” Killian motions to the broken cookie on the ground with the tempting “Eat me” still visible in the crumbled pile.

“Just because it says to eat it, doesn't mean that’s what you do here, Killian.” Jefferson darkly says, grabbing the captain by the hand and dragging him along, following the rest of the group.

Killian smugly smiled to himself. “You do fancy me, don’t you, love?” He ran his hook down Jefferson’s side, the other rolling his eyes, but a coy smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“Shut up, let’s get this over with.” Jefferson couldn’t help but try and keep his smile hidden, his cheeks hurt from the new found emotion that was radiating in his body. Maybe something could come of this, he thought, the pair catching up with the rest of the group. The castle off in the distance sent shivers down the hatter’s spine, but the warmth of Killian’s hand in his made him not afraid of anything anymore.

And that’s just how it liked it.

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