#themxdhatter

[thepiratehero-a]

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Jefferson: Who the fuck--

Killian: Language!

Jefferson: Whom the fuck--

Killian: No.

[startthestoryover]

Alice stood poised as the Queen of Hearts left the hall, her eyes remained fixed upon the floor, hands clasped tightly in front of her. All it took was one wrong move, one wrong action, and all of this could be for nothing.

Finally alone, she turned to make her way down the hall. Each step echoing off the walls, each a daunting reminder of everything she was risking. But she was worth, they were worth it. A key dropped from the cuff of her dress, dangling from a gold chain. As the door neared, the blonde quickly moved to unlock it.

The sight of the hats broke her heart, a confirmation of everything she had been told. Alice did not waste time as she made her way to the man she had come to save, to release. “We don’t have time for questions,” she told him firmly. “You need to leave, you need to get home to Grace.”

                                       ℜ𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔅𝔶 @themxdhatter - Alice Liddell

[morethancroquet]

@themxdhatter || Continued from [x]

Regina would like to think that the best part of being summoned to the mayor’s manor was her. The mayor. His beloved little sister. Though considering how easily he abandoned her to their mother and her near psychotic obsession with royal status, she wasn’t going to hold her breath waiting for some sign of affection.

“I have a fresh batch of cider if you’d rather that.” Spiked, of course. “And yes. I know. Miss Swan is why I wanted to speak with you. I need you to do me a favour.”

[itsafairytale]

Alisa Grace  - ❝ Having Tea With Papa ❞ Requested: @themxdhatter

Alisa Grace held her palm against the lid of the tea pot as she carefully poured their tea, making sure that it went through the strainer to catch the tea leaves. She enjoyed moments like this, spending time with her papa when she wasn’t busy with her school work -- and without her twin there to make some scene.

Setting the tea pot down, she moved to collect one of the cups. “Here you go papa, just as you like it.” She said as she passed it to him, smiling as she finally sat down with her own cup in front of her. “What have you been up to? Any new adventures, or stories?”

[cygnetasauveur]

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There’s a sharp jump along her spine when his teeth nip into her ear, hissing out as she fights a gut instinct to pull away. It made her body tense, a shiver crawling up and down her spine as she slowly inched her shoulder up to try and nudge him from such a position.

[feettofins]

There were many things Charlie had grown used to finding in his trash cans: ladies' underwear, empty bottles, the condoms he'd used. But never could he remember seeing the box before or the used tests that were inside. Maybe they belonged to one of the girls from the bar. His mind was still trying to come up with any other alternative when he heard footsteps.

Ariel walked to Charlie’s office after she was done, forgetting the tests she took in the only pirate bathroom of the entire bar. She’d meant to swing by and grab the trash to throw it out before anyone noticed but then they had gotten a rush of people in and she’d forgotten until she suddenly saw him standing there with it in his hands. “I’ll throw that out!” she offered nervously, dashing forward to take the bag for him on some hopeful whim he didn’t put the pieces together.

[thepiratehero-a]

@themxdhatter asked for a dark one Killian starter.

Inheriting the dark one curse hadn’t been something he could say he wanted, but destroying the dark one had it’s price. And now he paid it. He hadn’t exactly made himself known to anyone outside of the castle. It wasn’t like he wanted to make everyone fear him as Rumpelstiltskin did. Now he wanted to find a way to rid himself of this curse. . . . if that was even possible without having to die to do it.

He was simply looking around the castle that the former dark one used as his residence when he noticed that he was no longer alone. “If you are looking for the Dark One. . . you found him,” he offered without looking to see who had let themselves in so easily. “If you were looking for Rumpelstiltskin. . . I’m afraid he’s gone.” 

[justcallmejolly]

@themxdhatter

The curse had hit her dead on. Literally. Right through the chest and she stood there and took it. Because if not her than it would have been Killian or MIlah or god forbid her sweet Jefferson and she’d not allow anything to happen to them.

She had no memory of the sheet they wrapped her in. Had no idea that it had been Jefferson that insisted at a sea burial. Though it meant he’d not have a permanent place to visit her, he understood that the sea was where she belonged.

What she did remember was hitting the water. A light jolt to her being and a spark of life as she was encased by a warm cocoon of water. She heard his voice carry out over the water. Cursing her for leaving him just like everyone else. He was right, she broke her promise, but she had done so for her family. So they would be safe. So her children could have a full and happy life with at least one parent.

But she couldn’t do a bloody thing about it. Her body still taking in exactly what it needed and very slowly it was put back together. She’d no idea when it actually happened, but as the sheet tattered away, and her clothing rip, eventually she could feel life take over and she rose to the surface. Surprisingly enough, she was still within reach to Storybrooke, Jefferson being her anchor and keeping her close. Just as she promised, she hadn’t left. She never would.

She was weak by the time she reached the house, not bothering to knock and honestly not surprised when she found Jefferson red-eyed with a bottle within reach. She wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him but it was probably too soon for that.

“I didn’t break my promise, sweetheart, I told you I never would.”