Gen and Crack - The Price
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Title: The Price
Author: madwriter223
Rating: Gen, PG
Genre: Humor (kinda Crack-ish)
Spoilers: You need to know Jefferson and his special head-gear
Warnings: Crack? Other than that, no.
Word Count: 150~ish
Summary: Jefferson knew there'd be a price to pay for the hat. He just didn't expect it to be this.
Author's Note: Written for a Kink Meme prompt, and because I can't be serious.
“Seriously? This is what you want for the hat?”
“Indeed, dearie.” Rumpelstiltskin grinned at him, sitting in his only chair as if it was a throne.
Jefferson stared at the... thing in his hands. “Seriously?”
“Well, what did you expect? That I would request the use of your mouth? Perhaps your lovely bottom?”
“It would make more sense.”
“My, what a high opinion you have of yourself.” Rumpelstiltskin gave a shrill giggle.
Jefferson winced at the sound. “And if I do this, I'll get the hat. I'll owe you no more favors?”
Rumpelstiltskin grinned wider. “This will suffice.”
Jefferson bit his lip, then put the frilly pink tutu on. “Can I at least know why?”
“It gets boring here. Not much to amuse myself with.”
Jefferson sighed. “Makes sense.”
“Whenever you're ready, dearie.”
Jefferson took a deep breath, steeling himself. Then he assumed the position and started singing. “I'm a little teapot, short and stout....”
Author: madwriter223
Rating: Gen, PG
Genre: Humor (kinda Crack-ish)
Spoilers: You need to know Jefferson and his special head-gear
Warnings: Crack? Other than that, no.
Word Count: 150~ish
Summary: Jefferson knew there'd be a price to pay for the hat. He just didn't expect it to be this.
Author's Note: Written for a Kink Meme prompt, and because I can't be serious.
The Price
“Seriously? This is what you want for the hat?”
“Indeed, dearie.” Rumpelstiltskin grinned at him, sitting in his only chair as if it was a throne.
Jefferson stared at the... thing in his hands. “Seriously?”
“Well, what did you expect? That I would request the use of your mouth? Perhaps your lovely bottom?”
“It would make more sense.”
“My, what a high opinion you have of yourself.” Rumpelstiltskin gave a shrill giggle.
Jefferson winced at the sound. “And if I do this, I'll get the hat. I'll owe you no more favors?”
Rumpelstiltskin grinned wider. “This will suffice.”
Jefferson bit his lip, then put the frilly pink tutu on. “Can I at least know why?”
“It gets boring here. Not much to amuse myself with.”
Jefferson sighed. “Makes sense.”
“Whenever you're ready, dearie.”
Jefferson took a deep breath, steeling himself. Then he assumed the position and started singing. “I'm a little teapot, short and stout....”