#jefferson hatter x reader

[hollie911]

This is not my work. It is by the user constantwriter85 whose account had been deactivated on tumblr and ao3 and i am just sharing their work

The devil you know

Vampire!jefferson x reader

Part 10/10

**October 31 st, 2020 – Halloween Eve**

“Trick or Treat!”

Three sets of gleeful eyes peered up at Jefferson, and he chuckled.

“Oh my, how delightful! Let’s see…Alice in Wonderland, the White Rabbit, and…my goodness, are you the Mad Hatter?”

The boy blushed, but he beamed proudly. “Yes, sir, he’s my favourite.”

Jefferson chuckled as he dropped the candy in the children’s bags. He leaned down and whispered loudly to the child in the Mad Hatter’s costume.

“He’s my favourite, too.”

Jefferson was laughing to himself as he closed the door and set the bowl on the stairs. You peeked your head in out of the kitchen and he walked in.

“This has been great fun, it’s a shame they didn’t have something like this when Grace was little. I could just see her, the little hellion, hopped up on a sugar high and running down the boulevard in her costume.”

You smiled. Jefferson had told you everything that had happened during the transformation, including his “trip” to see Grace. You were so glad that he’d finally gotten the closure he needed. Now he was able to speak of her with happiness instead of sorrow and regret.

He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. A sizzling kiss to the underside of your jaw, and he nipped the sensitive spot. You moaned softly and twisted, searching for his lips greedily.

Jefferson’s hands drifted down to your thighs and he lifted you, setting you on the counter. The sound of his name murmured from your lips drove him further, lustful kisses trailing down to your collarbone as his fingers inched up your thigh, slipping under the hem of your sweater. He grinned.

“You naughty little thing…if you only knew what you do to me.”

“You’re not sick of me yet?”

Jefferson snorted and kissed you hard, as if to prove it. “Never, darling. I’ve waited a century for you, I just didn’t know it until I met you.”

“One year ago, tonight.”

“A kiss that set my soul aflame,” he said, licking at your lips. “You bewitched me then, Y/N, body and soul…and you still do.”

The doorbell rang, interrupting his sinful exploration of your mouth. You growled. Jefferson hummed and nipped your jaw.

“Duty calls, my dear.”

He pecked you once more on the lips, then went to answer the door. Still reeling from his attentions, you turned back to the sink. As you dipped your hand back into the soapy water, a pair of rings glittered from your left hand.

You and Jefferson had made it through approximately two months of “courting” before he broke down and proposed. Your parents had been surprised, but Jefferson was nothing but a charmer and a gentleman, and they approved wholeheartedly. The wedding had been beautiful, held right there in Storybrooke.

From there, you traveled. Taking a leave of absence from work, you’d seen the sights and done the things Jefferson had only dreamed about, after years of wandering lost and alone in the darkness.

Jefferson was like a new man unleashed upon the world. His enthusiasm and stamina were unparalleled, and you had never felt quite so alive. In truth, you’d felt like you’d been asleep your whole life, reborn and awakened the moment you’d bonded with him.

Your life since then had been happily domestic. The spark you felt for him that first day had turned into a raging inferno that time hadn’t dampened one bit. Jefferson doted on you, spoiling you with displays of his affection while still encouraging you to pursue what made you happy. He lifted you up, gave you confidence, and you loved him all the more for it.

You still worked at the morgue. In fact, Dr. Whale had retired a few months ago, promoting you to Chief Coroner. The hours were infinitely better, allowing you to finally shift to a normal work schedule. Jefferson had decided to open up a small used bookshop in town, right across the street from Granny’s. It did a fair trade, and most of all, he was happy.

Mrs. Conrad hadn’t stayed on too much longer after the night the curse was reversed. Other wayward souls to guide, she said. You had both begged her to stay—the mansion was huge, but she refused to hear it. She still visited from time to time, although she also said she hardly needed to check in—you had Jefferson well in hand, according to her educated opinion.

“Well, that’s the last of them, I imagine…it’s getting quite late,” Jefferson said, interrupting your thoughts. He turned off the porch light and blew out the jack-o-lanterns decorating the steps. His brow furrowed when he saw the look on your face.

“Y/N? Are you all right?”

You smiled at him as you dried your hands. “Perfect, love. I was just lost in thought…everything that’s happened in the past year.”

“Yes, it is a bit dizzying when you think of it like that.” He tenderly rubbed his thumb across your cheekbone. “Come, sit with me by the fire, I want to cuddle with you.”

“Okay, just let me go change first.”

As you changed out of your jeans and sweater, you smiled. It was that soft, inward smile that all women get when they’re carrying a happy little secret.

You pulled out the ultrasound picture, and held in in your trembling hand. The other rested against your abdomen, and you bit your lip in excitement.

Your first appointment had been today—you and Jefferson had been trying for a few months, and although you got the initial confirmation a couple weeks ago, you’d kept it from him until you could be absolutely sure. You didn’t want to get his hopes up.

Carefully tucking the ultrasound back in the envelope, you bounded down the stairs where the love of your life was waiting for you. Jefferson was stretched out on the couch, his hair a little rumpled and the top two buttons of his collar undone. He grinned playfully and patted the empty space next to him. You wanted to devour him right on the spot, but first…

You slid in next to him and held up the envelope. “Trick or treat.”

Jefferson took it, frowning. “Darling, what’s—”

For a moment, he just stared at the picture, and the only sound in the room was the crackle of the fire in the hearth. Then his eyes widened when he realized what it was.

“Is…is this…are you…”

You nodded, smiling as your eyes burned. “I’m pregnant.”

“H-How long have you known?”

“I’m about eight weeks…I wanted to make sure everything was okay before I told you. I didn’t want to get your hopes up. I’m sorry, Jefferson.”

“Don’t be, I’m just—god—I feel like I can’t breathe, I’m so happy!” He laughed, taking your face in his hands and kissing you. “I don’t know whether I’m going to cry or faint, or both!”

“Please don’t,” you laughed. “Just kiss me again.”

He hummed and did as you asked. Your forehead, your cheeks, the tip of your nose and the curve of your jaw, nothing went untouched by Jefferson before he finally settled his lips against yours in a wildly passionate kiss that nearly incinerated you on the spot.

Finally he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours and looking at you as if you were the most wonderous creature he’d ever seen. Gently, as if you were made of glass, Jefferson placed his hand flat against your belly, feeling the subtle curve there.

“So…everything truly is all right, then? You’re all right? And…th-the baby? They made sure?”

You nodded smiling at his concern. “Everything is coming along just fine. I even got to see the heartbeat today. If you come with me next week you can see it for yourself.”

Jefferson nodded. He looked over at the picture of Grace on the side table, and his lips twitched in a bittersweet smile. When he looked back, you were startled to see the tears starting to brim his eyes.

“Sweetheart, what—”

Jefferson shook his head, his bottom lip quivering as he kissed you again. “You’ve given me another chance, Y/N. Another chance to live, to be happy, and now…a chance to be a father again. A chance to have a family with you.”

He pulled you into his arms and nodded to Grace’s photograph. “I know she’s looking down on me, and right now, she’s smiling. I can feel it.”

“Oh, Jefferson.” Your own eyes were starting to burn.

He pulled you even closer and kissed the palm of your hand, settling it over his heart.

“You’ve made me so very happy, Y/N…I’m the luckiest man in the world, to be able to call you my wife. I love you, my darling girl.”

“I love you too, Jefferson.”

Outside, the last of the ghouls and goblins ran back home with the spoils of another Halloween as the former vampire and the coroner curled up together in front of the roaring fireplace, lost in each other’s embrace. They had their whole lives ahead of them, and Jefferson was truly free at last. Free from the demons of his past and the curse that bound him to it, free to live, free to love, and free to start a family with the woman he loved more than life itself.

And so they lived, happily ever after.

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@learisa

#jefferson hatter x reader #vampire #vampire jefferson #x reader #ouat

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

My Papa Thinks You’re Pretty » Jefferson

Pairings: Jefferson x Teacher!Reader with Grace

Summary: Graces gets her dad (Jefferson) a date with her teacher (the reader).

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

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“Have a great weekend, everyone!” You say to the class.

Everyone shuffled out of the classroom as you packed up.

“Papa!” Grace says, running up to Jefferson.

“Hey sweetheart! How was school?” Jefferson asks, hugging her.

“Great! You have to say hi to Miss. Y/L/N!” She says excitedly.

“Grace, I don’t think—” He was interrupted by Grace.

“There she is!” She pointed at you. “Miss. Y/L/N!” Grace shouts.

You looked at her and smiled, walking towards her and Jefferson.

“Do you need something, Grace?” You asked, looking down at her.

“No. My papa wanted to say hi!” She smiles.

Jefferson smiles and started blushing uncontrollably.

“Hi, Mr. Hatter.” You say with a smile, holding your hand out for him to shake.

“Call me Jefferson.” He shakes your hand. “How’s Grace doing in your class?” He asks.

“Amazing. She one of my star students and my favorite.” You say, smiling down at Grace.

“That’s great.” He smiles.

You three stood in silence for a moment until Grace broke the silence.

“My papa thinks you’re pretty.” Grace says.

Jefferson’s eyes widened and his cheeks turned red in embarrassment. You smiled and blushed.

“Your papa is handsome.” You tell her.

“You two should go on a date sometime.” She suggests.

“Grace, she’s probably busy.” Jefferson says.

“I’m free tomorrow night.” You smiled. “Pick me up at 7pm.” You say.

“Sounds good to me. I’ll see you then.” He smiles.

“It was wonderful talking to you guys, but I have to go home and grade papers. I’ll see you Monday, Grace and I’ll see you tomorrow night, Jefferson.” You say with a smile.

Jefferson smiles and nods as you walked away.

“Remind me to thank you tomorrow.” Jefferson says to Grace.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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[swanimagines]

PRICE OF LOVE | JEFFERSON

Summary: Imagine being Jefferson's wife and working in a little tea shop in Storybrooke during the curse that Jefferson visits every day because he wants to see you.

There you were again. Smiling at customers, making small talk and looking as beautiful as ever. Jefferson swallowed, before forcing a small smile on his face and walked to the counter. You turned around to see him and your smile just grew wider.

"Hi Mr. Jefferson! Your usual?"

Jefferson nodded. "Yes please."

You turned around again to brew his tea, and just like yesterday, and the day before that, and that, and that, he felt a sting in his heart. You had been in love back in the Enchanted Forest, you were his wife, but now you didn't even remember him. The pain was unbearable. He wanted to say something, anything which could make you remember, but nothing came out of his mouth. Anything he would say would just push you away because you'd think he's gone bonkers. Mad as a hatter. So all he could do was stare into your beautiful eyes and think about how much he loved you, how trapped he was with all the memories of you, him and Grace, living happily in the Enchanted Forest. How you'd always come by his bed to serve him his morning tea and you'd always kiss him before he'd take the cup. Your smile made his day before he even got out of the bed, you had been so happy.

"Here's your tea," you snapped him out of his thoughts as you pushed a cup in front of him. "That makes-"

Jefferson nodded before you even finished, forcing a smile on his face again and handed you fifty dollars. "You don't have to say the price, I will always tip my favorite tea shop keeper who makes the best tea."

"You're always so kind, Mr. Jefferson," you said with another small smile and put the money into the counter. "I don't know what did I do to deserve such kindness."

He smiled at you a little wider. "You have done nothing in particular, really. Just being yourself."

You smiled at that, looking downwards, clearly flustered by his words. Then the bell rang as the door opened, and Jefferson glanced over his shoulder, seeing Regina and his smile immediately faltered. She came inside and stood beside him, smiling at you with feigned sweetness.

"I'd like some tea on the go," she said and you nodded.

"Of course, Madam Mayor. What kind of tea would you like?" you asked, gesturing towards the menu above you.

"A large chai latte," Regina told you without even looking at the menu. "And make sure it's extra hot."

"Of course," you said and made her drink, pushing it towards her. "That makes two fifty."

Regina dug her purse for a moment before giving you a few coins. Then she turned towards Jefferson. "You, with me."

Jefferson clenched his jaw, but complied, following Regina out. They walked for a little bit, before he scoffed.

"I didn't know you like chai latte, Mrs. Mayor. Pitch black tea fits more of your style."

"And I didn't know I gave you a permission to seduce her," Regina sighed. "She has a new life now, Jefferson. You have to stay out of it, or something bad might happen."

Jefferson didn't reply to that, knowing that arguing about it wouldn't change anything. He just kept quiet and followed Regina until he could turn towards his mansion. But despite Regina's warning, he knew that he'd be in your shop again tomorrow. He just had to see you, he had to see you smile, to know you're alright. He wanted to keep making you smile with his words - maybe you'd even fall in love with him again. 

He knew it all was wishful thinking, but he couldn't help but feel hopeful about it every time he saw you. Maybe it was stupid, but it kept him sane around this madness…

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[rogerswifesblog]

Kinktober 2023

Hello! Welcome to my (late) kinktober post!

My Masterlist

I have to be honest I forgot about it completely, I’m so sorry! That happens when you’re too busy with college and work😣

But now here we are and I’ll try to post some oneshots/drabbles as often as possible!:) it won’t be in order but if you see something you’d be more interested in, you can leave a comment and I may try to work on the specific kink a bit sooner^^ check out @jamneuromain blog, she’s writing amazing fics and often helps me with ideas (also with some of the kinks in the list below!) give her some love!

you are responsible for the kind and amount of media you consume, therefore if you find something you don't like, don’t read it, just skip it:)

And also read the tags/warnings before continuing on! Everything on this list is for users that are 18+ !

Daddy kink

Mommy kink

Voyeurism/Exhibitionism with Lloyd Hansen

Breeding kink with Andy Barber

Authority kink

Bondage

Threesome with Stucky

Size kink

Praise kink

Degradation

Somno + cockwarming with Lloyd Hansen

Masturbation, sex toy with Jake Jensen

Lactation Kink

Virginity with Lloyd Hansen

CBT

Latex kink

Temperature play

Spanking

Con-noncon

Pegging

Watersports with Lloyd

Role play with Jake Jensen

Body worship with Steve Rogers

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Monster fucking

As you can see I don’t have all kinks yet, you know what that means? It’s up to you what kinks I could add to the list😇 feel free to comment or flood my inbox! Also you can give me a hint which character you’d like to see with the kinks that are without one;)

Does anyone want to be added to a tag list?! Yes? Then comment here and be active with leaving feedback and reblogging when I’ll be posting the first kinktober Drabble!❤️

reblogs and/or comments are appreciated:)

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[georgiapeach30513]

A Losing Hand Masterlist

Mafia AU, nothing is what is seems. Trust no one, and listen to everything. Alliances will form, and they will fail, but who is playing who?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25 ⭐COMPLETED⭐

Meet the Families Spades, Diamonds, Hearts, Clubs

Drabbles Lady Luck♠️

A/N: this is a dark fic. There is dark sexual themes including dub con/non con. There will be themes of cannibalism, death, mafia, manipulations, lies, etc. you are the one that is responsible for the content you consume. These chapters do take a minute to fully plan and write, so it might not get updated often.

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

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[thewxtchwhowrites]

Hi 💖✨

I'm back after a long time of being a silent reader of one-shots and fics (I have some of them that I would love to recommend), and also thanks to those authors for making wonderful works.

Anyway.

That led me to the conclusion of making my own Masterlist of my one-shots and fics, mainly to have more order in my blog and because I really want to write again because I LOVE to write.

🔥 = smut

(ES) = español

(EN) = english

Dean Winchester

Don't Boss me around - 1 & 2

Hold On

Sam Winchester

Positions - Old and New version

Castiel

Lucid Dreaming - One Shot

Bucky Barnes

Bus Stop (EN)

The winner takes it all

Healed (requested)

Loki Laufeyson (soon)

Steven Grant (soon)

Marc Spector (soon)

Eddie Munson

Hit the Pedal, Heavy Metal - 1 & 2

Lee Bodecker (soon)

Charles Blackwood (soon)

Jefferson Hatter (soon)

Graham (soon)

Hook / Killian Jones (soon)

August Booth / Pinocchio (soon)

Nick Fowler

Dangerous Woman

PD: I'll probably re-write some one-shots (improve grammar and even plot, so stay tuned), but don't worry, I won't delete the original.

#masterlist #thewxtchwhowrites #fanfic #oneshots #supernatural #stranger things #the devil all the time #lee bodecker #dean winchester #eddie munson #sam winchester #castiel #castiel x reader #dean winchester x reader #lee bodecker x reader #eddie munson x reader #ouat #jefferson hatter #killian jones #once upon a time #captain hook #ouat hook #ouat jefferson #august booth #once upon a time fic #ouat one-shot #ouat fic #nick fowler #the 355 #sebastianstan

[foxgloveprincess]

Cuddling at Home

Word Count: 650

Warnings: Barely Any Editing, Mildly Suggestive Themes (including Mild Daddy Kink), So Much Fluff (you might barf). Minors do not interact (18+).

Divider by @firefly-graphics.

I love feedback, so go ahead and reblog if you want. No permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post my work, at all. I cross-post to my AO3 account (FoxglovePrincess). Seeing this anywhere else means it’s been stolen/plagiarized.

Please DO NOT click ‘Keep Reading’ if you are not 18+ years of age. Thank you.

“Don’t,” he begs, hooking his scissors on the wall by his work station and turning in his seat, “don’t do this to me.” His eyes are pleading, brow tilted in his efforts.

You hum a blithe tune and ignore him, continuing to bundle yourself in blankets and quilts in the corner with your stuffed animals. Nothing feels better on a winter morning than this. Even if he’s not going to join you and insists on working. The fire roars across the room, keeping the cottage cozy and warm, perfect. You take a peek over at him—just to see his reaction, not to tempt him, oh no, not that, maybe a little. 

He sighs and hangs his head, glancing over with a playful glare. The way he rises from his chair, despite his show of annoyance, is graceful and swift, hurried as you wrap a blanket over your head like a hood and cover your mouth to hide the smile that wants to break free.

His groan as he approaches tickles your ears and you can’t help the responding giggle. It’s a pathetic sound, but full of his surrender. And completely fake. He’s loving every second of this flirty exchange, especially the parts where you respond—just like always.

“You’re too cute, baby,” he grumbles, close to a whine but far too teasing. He slumps to the floor in front of you, crawling closer and burying his face in your lap. “You know I can’t resist you when you’re being so adorable.”

“Sorry,” you giggle, running your fingers through his hair. “I can stop?”

He nuzzles closer. “Impossible,” he refutes with nip of his teeth to your thigh.

You chirp in startled amusement. Fingers tugging on his hair at your instinctual flinch. He pulls your hands away from his head and drapes one over his shoulders before sitting up and catching your eye with the stormy crystal of his.

“We need to get you warmed up,” he insists, feeling the frosty touch of your digits with his lips. He breathes warmth over them and you lean forward to rest your forehead to his. A twitch of a smile quirks at his lips before he starts to drag you closer to the fireplace, grabbing even more blankets along the way.

“I thought you needed to work,” you object with the slightest tinge of cheek.  It’s good-natured, a concealment for the genuine concern. Your eyes flick to the half-finished hat sitting on his work table. Even as you follow along with his guidance and find your place beside him.

Settling you both by the fire to lean back on the couch, he pulls you into his arms and uses a finger to boop your nose. It scrunches in response before you find yourself the center of his attention.

“Needed to hold you more,” he replies with a shrug, tangling your legs together as they stretch out before you—making it near impossible for you to get away, not that you would want to.

Your hands cover your face at the cheesy line, spoken with such sincerity that your cheeks heat in response. Your lips press together, holding back the smile that threatens to expose your overwhelming joy. How he can just says things like that when the mood is so lighthearted—it always catches you off-guard, but you love it every time. Still, doesn’t mean he gets to know that.

“No,” Jefferson insists, pulling your hands from your face with his own and holding them away, “let Daddy see your pretty face.” His lips trail from cheek to cheek across your nose before he says, “There’s my pretty baby.”

You shove at his side with a pouty frown, barely able to move him or his arm over your shoulder. His chest shakes with a laugh, but he pulls you closer. A kiss lands on your forehead. You crack, smiling. How could you not?

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[misshiraethsworld]

DOOR IN THE HEDGE ━ once upon a time ✧

Princess Edeline of Gardenia was used to chaos. She thrived off the unknown and found solace in its fractured embrace. Since she was a young girl, darkness was all she knew, dancing night after night among strangers. She and her twelve sisters owed a debt to a being more powerful than they could have ever imagined. Every night they tried to escape, and every night they failed. They were trapped in an endless loop, searching for a way out and finding none until the portal hopper arrived. Jefferson Hatter of the Enchanted Forest was no stranger to mischief. The mischief led him to his first love and eventually to the birth of his daughter. However, he felt a void where his heart used to be. Every beat felt like a needle being pressed into a sore wound that would never heal. He wanted to provide for his only child and found that opportunity in another realm where slippers were always worn down. Jefferson and Edeline were each other's salvation and each other's doom. The Evil Queen's curse only tore into a story that was just beginning to blossom, leaving many people trapped in a land where happy endings seemed impossible. Edeline, now Davina, was unaware of her fate to dance once more as she practiced her steps daily in her dance studio. Jefferson could only look on desperation, knowing too much and yet not knowing enough to find a way to break the curse. Fairytales never end with 'Happily Ever After' ...

THE FAIRYTALE AFFLICTION coming soon!

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[xcaptain-winterx]

Jefferson Hatter: Time to sin AU

Time to sin Masterlist

• coming soon

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[hollie911]

This is not my work. It is by the user constantwriter85 whose account had been deactivated on tumblr and ao3 and i am just sharing their work

The devil you know

Vampire!jefferson x reader

Part 9/10

Chapter Warning: Violence, Murder, Blood, Angst, Fluff

Something was wrong.

Jefferson couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He had woken to the same feeling of sinking dread that he’d felt in Regina’s apartment—but no, that was impossible—Regina was dead. He’d seen her body with his own eyes.

He wandered through the sprawling mansion, calling Y/N’s name. She hadn’t been there when he woke, and he couldn’t seem to find her anywhere. She wasn’t answering her phone either.

She’s in trouble. She’s in trouble, but I don’t know why…or what.

Mrs. Conrad was still asleep, but Jefferson didn’t want to wake her yet. Not until he was sure. It wasn’t that he doubted himself, it was just that…sometimes he didn’t think clearly, especially when it came to Y/N.

He was in the kitchen now. The ingredients were neatly laid out on the counter, along with a note. Picking it up, his eyebrows raised as he realized it was from Y/N.

Jefferson,

I’ve gone to the morgue, we forgot one of the ingredients. I’ll be back soon, probably before you’re even awake.

I love you,

Y/N

That should have made him feel better, but it didn’t. It made him feel worse.

Much worse.

He had to find her. He had to go to her. Something was happening, Jefferson wasn’t sure what, but he felt like he was losing his mind.

He was just tugging on his coat when he heard a ringing sound coming from his pocket.

“What on earth…oh. My phone.”

He pulled it out, and relief immediately flooded him when he saw who was calling. Y/N.

“Oh, thank god.”

Jefferson saw it was one of those “video chats” she had told him about. He swiped up like he’d been shown, sighing deeply. The screen blinked open, showing a long hallway.

“Darling, where are you? You had me worried sick.”

“Hello, Jefferson.”

The relieved smile faded from his face, and his blood ran cold.

No. No it couldn’t be.

The screen shifted, and Regina’s face came into view, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

“Where’s Y/N?” he growled, at once demanding and dreading the answer.

“Oh, she’s right here…but I’ve got to be honest with you, she’s looked better.”

The screen flipped again, and Jefferson went rigid.

Y/N was sprawled on the floor, one arm outstretched. Her eyes were closed, and she was as pale as the grave. She looked…she looked…

NO! No, no, no, please god—no!

“Calm yourself, Jefferson, she’s not dead…yet. It wouldn’t be very smart to get rid of my one piece of leverage on you, would it?”

“What did you do?” he grated.

It felt like his heart had been cut from his chest. Regina smirked triumphantly, tossing an apple up in the air and catching it. A single bite had been taken from it.

“The Curse of the Sleeping Death…as old as time itself, except I added a little twist. Your little poppet will sleep like the dead until she’s awakened by true love’s kiss. A kiss of life, if you will.”

“What do you want, Regina. I’ll do anything—”

“I know you will.” Her eyes narrowed. “I want it all. The book, the hat, the watch…and you.”

Seeing the look on his face, she laughed.

“You didn’t honestly expect I’d let you walk away after all that, did you? No. You bring me what I want, and I’ll let you revive your little princess here. She can go and live out her happy little life, I don’t care—but you? You’re mine. Do we have a deal?”

“Yes.”

Jefferson didn’t care. He was twice damned. He’d played the game, once again, and he’d lost. He would not allow Y/N to pay the price for it, even if it meant an eternity in hell…after whatever horrors Regina had planned for him.

“Oh, and Jefferson?” Regina added sweetly. She’d shifted the camera so it pointed at Y/N’s body once more. “That little twist to the spell I mentioned? At midnight, the spell becomes permanent, so…tick tock.”

The call ended, and Jefferson stood there, staring at the blank screen. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. His entire world was crumbling around him—the little world he and Y/N had built for themselves.

Finally, he convinced his legs to work, and he walked woodenly to the study to retrieve the items. He shrugged on his coat.

The parlor clock chiming the hour woke him from his stupor.

Eleven o’clock! For heaven’s sake, how is it so late? I-I must have overslept, I didn’t…

Truthfully, he still felt weak from his ordeal the day before. He hadn’t fully recovered his strength, and now there would be no time to feed. He had to get to Y/N, as quickly as possible.

The walk to the morgue was interminably long. Snow had begun to fall, catching in his hair—the first few flakes of the season.

It seemed like only yesterday he and Y/N were strolling down that very path, hand in hand and mooning over each other like the new lovers they were. Jefferson’s heart ached for her, and for what might have been. Regina had her now. It was all his fault, and he would do anything to make her safe again.

“Regina!” he shouted as he tore through the front office.

Down the stairs and into the lab, he nearly ripped the door off its hinges. He skidded to a stop. Y/N’s body was laid out on the autopsy table, her hands folded peacefully across her chest as if in death.

Jefferson cried out and started towards her, but something sharp jabbed against his chest, stopping him. Regina stepped into view, once again holding a long wooden stake in place over his heart. His jaw clenched, and he jerked his chin over to where Y/N lay.

“Is this your idea of a joke?”

“It’s a bit poetic, don’t you think?”

For a moment, the two just stared at each other. Jefferson could feel a blind rage bubbling up inside him, a consuming anger he’d never felt before. Regina had won—again, and in that moment, all he could think about was killing her. Slowly, and painfully.

Regina sensed his shift in mood, and her chin lifted as if in challenge.

“Give them to me. Right here, on the table, Jefferson, and don’t try anything cute, or I swear to god I’ll run you through.”

Jefferson laid the items on the table without hesitation.

“There. You have your spoils, now let me go to her. I promise I’ll turn myself over to you after.”

“Oh, I know you will.”

He kept expecting her to strike, but to his surprise, she stepped aside. Jefferson was so intent on Y/N that he failed to notice her triumphant sneer.

“Y/N,” he breathed her name as he gathered her limp body into his arms.

She was cold and lifeless, and Jefferson realized that for the first time, he couldn’t hear her heart beating. He swallowed a sob and bent to kiss her, praying that for once, Regina was telling the truth.

His lips were inches from hers, when his eyes caught the flash of something moving behind him, right there in the polished metal of the autopsy table.

Jefferson dropped Y/N’s body and twisted, seconds before Regina plunged the stake into his back. The pointed shaft grazed his bicep, tearing a swath of fire down his arm.

They grabbled for the stake. Jefferson’s hands were like vices around Regina’s wrists, and he shoved her away from the table, away from Y/N. Regina screeched as he tore the stake away. Her blood red fingernails clawed at his eyes, and Jefferson was momentarily thrown backwards by the fury of her onslaught.

He hurled back into a side room. This one was dustier, dingier, and smelled unpleasantly of charred meat—the incinerator room. He scrambled up as Regina advanced, the stake once again in her hands.

“I should have killed you all those years ago, Jefferson. You’ve been nothing but a thorn in my side for a hundred years.” She held up the stake and slowly walked towards him.

Jefferson’s blood was boiling with rage. He knew he couldn’t beat her in a fight, but he’d do his damnedest to take her with him. At least, that’s what he thought until his back hit against a long, thin handle.

The emergency release lever for the incinerator chamber.

“I’m going to kill you, Jefferson, but not before you watch her suffer. I’m going to paralyze you first, and you’re going to watch it all.”

A few more steps, just a few more…

“She’ll be cursing your name before I’m done, cursing the day she met you…before you watch me rip out her beating heart, right in front of you.”

Regina took the final step, a look of triumph on her face as she pressed the stake against his chest, just shy of its mark.

Jefferson threw the handle and the door sprang open, the heat from a thousand hells hitting them both. Regina’s eyes widened in horrified understanding, right before Jefferson planted his boot in her midsection and kicked as hard as he could.

Regina flew backwards into the inferno. Jefferson scrabbled for the door, latching it shut and leaning against the handle. He grit his teeth as the witch flailed against the door, her death shrieks ringing in his ears.

He held it until the room was silent, and there was nothing left but ash.

Jefferson coughed and brushed at his singed clothes as he stumbled to his feet. A few dozen steps and he was at Y/N’s side, and this time he didn’t hesitate.

His lips crashed into hers and his heart cried out feeling her soft skin so cold and lifeless. Jefferson kissed her again, deeper, and he wept in relief when she drew a breath.

Her eyes fluttered open. “Jefferson? What…”

“It’s over, love. It’s really over. She’s dead.”

Y/N took in his sooty appearance, looking from him to the incinerator in a daze. She let out a sob and he pulled her into his arms, nearly crushing her with his fervor. Her lips found his.

The two held each other for a long time, letting the weight of the past few days wash over them as they lost themselves in each other’s embrace.

Right there, in the basement of the morgue, where it all began.

Jefferson pulled back and caressed her cheek lovingly.

“Come, darling, let’s go home.”

***

You leaned back in Jefferson’s arms and watched the potion brew. It was nearly ready.

You felt absolutely horrible for taking such a risk, especially when you saw his appearance. His eyes were wide with terror, his clothes singed and soot smeared on his face. The long gash on his arm had completely healed once he’d fed, but you hated to think that a drop of his blood had been spilled on your account.

Jefferson had constantly reassured you. “It wasn’t your fault, love, how could you have known? Even I didn’t think the she-devil could survive a fall like that.”

Mrs. Conrad huffed. “And of course no one thought to ask me…burning or hanging, that’s the only sure-fire way to kill a witch.”

Jefferson scowled at her, but you took his hand.

“No, she’s right. I should have said something.”

“You just wanted everything to be ready for tonight, Y/N, there’s no fault in that.” Jefferson’s lips tightened in a sad smile. “Once again, you were thinking only of me instead of your own safety.”

“It’s really over now?”

“Yes.”

You curled into his chest. “I love you, Jefferson. I’m so sorry I left. I’m sorry I scared you.”

“Don’t.”

Jefferson gently tilted your chin up, capturing your lips with his. He moaned as your lips parted. The kiss was quickly becoming heated, when Mrs. Conrad cleared her throat loudly.

“If your both quite through, we’re ready.”

Jefferson slowly pulled back, his impossibly blue eyes flicking back and forth between yours. You could feel how nervous, how excited he was.

You both were.

“Jefferson, it’s time,” Mrs. Conrad called again. “Hurry it up, boy, we’re on a bit of a schedule here.”

Despite her harsh tone you could hear the underlying concern. This was an exceedingly difficult potion to brew, and there was no guarantee what would happen once Jefferson drank it. You both stood, and walked up to the bubbling cauldron.

“Only one last ingredient left, Jefferson, and that’s a bit of your blood. Shouldn’t take much.”

Mrs. Conrad stepped back. Jefferson squeezed your hand and released it. You watched as his fangs sank into his own arm, and held it over the roiling liquid. It was dark and viscous, smelling strongly of sulfur and earth. Blood ran down Jefferson’s arm and dripped into the cauldron.

The second it hit the potion there was a bright flash, and all three of you stepped back, Jefferson pulling you behind him instinctively.

“Yes, well, I think that’s done it,” he said.

His eyes were wide, and you could feel him trembling. You were afraid for him, but this was what you’d vowed to help him do. What he always wanted—to be human again.

You just prayed it would work.

Mrs. Conrad poured a healthy ladleful of the potion into a glass. It now glittered with an earie luminescence, not looking nearly as sinister as it had moments before. Your stomach heaved, though, when you remembered what some of the ingredients had been.

Jefferson looked at from the glass to you, his eyes sparkling. His hands came up to cup your face, and he pulled you in for a deep kiss that packed behind it every ounce of emotion he felt for you. It was passionate, it was desperate, and it left you breathless.

“I love you, Jefferson.”

“I love you too.”

His eyes roamed your face one more time as if committing it to memory, and you realized he was just as scared as you were. With a nod, he took the proffered cup from Mrs. Conrad. He stared at it for a moment, then downed the contents in one go.

Nothing happened.

Then he gagged, and you quickly took the glass from his hand.

“Jefferson, are you—”

He briefly shook his head, silencing you. A hand reached out to grip the counter tightly. He moaned and clutched his stomach.

“Jefferson!”

You lunged forward as his legs gave out, catching him before he could fall and carefully lowering him to the floor. He was gasping for breath, gripping your arm tight enough to leave bruises. Frantically, you looked to Mrs. Conrad. She was as white as a sheet.

“Talk to him, Y/N. Talk him through it. The book said the transformation would be quite painful.”

“Why didn’t you tell him?!”

“Best not to know of the unpleasantness beforehand,” she said. “If anything, it only makes it worse.”

Jefferson cried out and clutched his chest, his fingers digging into the skin. He fell heavily against you.

“It’s okay, love, it’s gonna be okay…I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

He was shaking uncontrollably. You held him tighter, as if by doing that you could take away his pain. Through the bond you could feel his fear and you murmured to him, soothing words to let him know you were still there.

A low keening sound in the back of his throat quickly built into a gut-wrenching scream. Then, like a puppet whose strings had been cut, Jefferson’s eyes rolled back, and he collapsed.

***

It was dying down now—the fire. He was faintly aware of a hard surface at his back, and beyond his closed eyelids there was light.

When the potion had been at its height, Jefferson hadn’t been able to think, let alone see anything. All he was aware of was pain beyond all comprehension and the sound of Y/N’s voice. If it wasn’t for her, he felt as if he might have truly gone mad.

His body was infused with light. Just as the fire had tarnished his soul with its flames, now it healed it, driving out the darkness with blinding light. Pins and needles turning into a thousand stabbing knives, as what was once dead was brought back to life. Dimly, he was aware he was screaming, yet he felt as if he couldn’t make a sound. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t move. His body was not his own.

And then it suddenly stopped. Jefferson stopped, only this time he was surrounded by light.

He opened his eyes.

What should have burned him was comforting, and he felt warmer than he had in years. He looked down, expecting to find his clothes smoking or something, but no—they were as clean and as tidy as the day he bought them. Jefferson frowned as he brushed his fingers down the fabric, then he looked around.

The landscape had shifted and dimmed a bit, and he saw trees. Not just any trees—it was the glen where he had played with his daughter, all those many, many years ago. Movement caught his eye, and Jefferson stood up.

Someone was walking towards him.

“G-Grace?”

It was. Five years old and as pretty as a picture, her long hair spilling down in golden curls that caught the light. She was wearing her long, red traveling cloak, and she carried a basket of wildflowers in one little hand. She smiled at him.

“Hello, Papa.”

Jefferson let out a sob and fell to his knees as she ran to him. He pulled his daughter into his arms and held her tightly, not bothering to stop the tears that began to flow.

“Oh, Grace…my beautiful girl. How I’ve waited for this—god, how I’ve missed you.”

“I know, Papa…I know.”

Jefferson buried his nose in her hair, feeling its silky smoothness and breathing in the scent of her, still so familiar to him. Grace smiled and touched his face, and he saw that she was crying too.

“I’m so, so sorry, sweetheart. I’m so sorry I left you. I-I didn’t want to, but I had to—to keep you safe. I made a horrible mistake, and I lost you.”

He let out a shuddering breath and tucked a lock of golden hair behind her ear. “I never forgot you, Grace, not once. I never stopped loving you.”

“I know, Papa. I’ve been watching you.”

The smile fell a little from Jefferson’s face, and he looked at the trees around him. “So this is…I’m…”

Grace laughed. “Just visiting, Papa. You’re just visiting.”

She climbed into his lap, just like she used to when she was a child. Jefferson held her and rocked her, humming an old nursery song. Grace nuzzled into him.

“How long do we have?” he asked softly.

“Not long. There are people waiting for you.” Grace looked up at him seriously. “I’ve had a long and wonderful life, Papa. I never once thought you abandoned me—I knew you’d never do that. I never stopped loving you, either.”

Jefferson kissed her forehead as the tears started again.

“It’s okay, Papa. It’s your turn now. She’s waiting for you down there. You still have a long life ahead of you if you want it.”

“I do,” he said. “I love her, Grace. Very, very much.”

She smiled and caressed his cheek. “I know. Please be happy Papa, I’ll be waiting for you when it’s time.”

Jefferson hugged his daughter, committing every inch of her to memory. He tenderly kissed her cheek and whispered against her skin.

“I love you, Grace.”

Grace held his face in her tiny hands and smiled once more, before she stood on her toes and kissed his forehead.

“I love you too, Papa.”

The second her lips touched his skin, Jefferson felt himself falling backwards, down and down with dizzying speed. The light faded. A great whooshing sound was heard, and his limbs felt heavy, his back once again pressed against a cold stone floor.

Jefferson gasped, and opened his eyes.

***

“Jefferson!”

For a few horrible seconds he didn’t move, and your world came crashing down around you. The he gasped, his eyes flying open and latching on yours.

“Y/N?”

“Oh my god—”

You threw yourself into his arms, shuddering in relief when his own wrapped around you, holding you tightly. Hot tears fell onto your cheeks, and he smoothed a hand through your hair.

“It’s all right, I…I’m okay…I’m better than okay, I’m—”

Jefferson cut off suddenly, and you stared at him. He frowned and pressed a hand to his chest, sitting very still for a moment before his eyes went wide.

“Jefferson, what’s wrong?”

He grabbed your hand and held it to his chest, staring at you.

You gasped.

A heartbeat, strong and steady beneath your hand.

“We did it, Y/N. It worked. I’m…I’m human again.”

He smiled at you, his brilliant blue eyes crinkling with happiness. You pulled him into a kiss, smiling against his lips as you felt his heart start to beat a little faster. Jefferson laughed and wiped the tears from your eyes.

He helped you up. Mrs. Conrad was smiling too, looking like the cat who ate the cream.

“I always knew you had it in you, my boy. My grandmother saw it from the start.” She pulled him into a very uncharacteristic hug. “I’m so happy for you both.”

As she let him go, you smiled seeing the tears in the old woman’s eyes. She laughed self-consciously and dotted them with a handkerchief.

“Well, don’t just stand here on my account,” she said, waiving it at you both. “Go! Off with you both!”

You laughed as he drew his arms around your waist. “Well, mister, what do you want to do on your first day as a new human?”

Jefferson hummed and traced your jaw. “What I want, is to walk outside and kiss you senseless in the sunlight, my dear.”

The sun was indeed coming up, just peeking over the horizon. Jefferson took your hand and led you to the front door.

The world outside was winter white, the ice crystals of the night’s frost glistening in the morning light. It looked as though the trees had been painted with diamonds. You stepped out onto the front porch, smiling as the sun warmed your face.

Jefferson stood there for a moment with his eyes closed. He breathed deeply, seeming to soak up every last ray as the sun inched higher. He looked like an angel. His eyes opened, finding yours.

He stepped forward, drawing his arms around you once more. His lips grazed your jaw, making you sigh as the old familiar heat began to build. You murmured his name as he softly kissed his way up to your lips, parting them with his tongue. You moaned.

“I intend to kiss you like this each and every morning for the rest of our lives, my dear, so you’d better get used to it.”

Your eyes blinked open, realizing what he just said.

“I mean it, Y/N. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, if you’ll have me. I want to court you and romance you, and then I want to marry you and start a family of our own.”

You exhaled sharply and nodded, momentarily at a loss for words. Jefferson’s eyes flashed and he smiled.

“I love you, Y/N. Thank you. For everything.”

His body was warm against yours and his breath soft on your face, his eyes fluttering closed as his lips found yours again. You pulled him closer, feeling his heart’s steady rhythm against your chest. He was right there. Alive and real, and yours.

“I love you, Jefferson. In this life, and the next.”

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Take a Break » Jefferson/Mad Hatter

Pairings: Husband!Jefferson x Wife/Teacher!Reader

Summary: Jefferson convinces his wife to take a break from grading papers.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, f receiving, unprotected sex, praise kink, aftercare, use of pet names

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“Sweetheart…” Jefferson’s voice softly echoed through yours and his home office, leaning against the doorframe.

“Now’s not a good time, Jefferson.” You say, not looking up from the stack of papers in front of you.

Jefferson sighed and pushed himself off the doorframe and walked in the office, closing and locking the door behind him before approaching the desk. He leaned down, kissing along your neck and shoulder, his teeth nipping on your skin hard enough to mark you up. You bit your bottom lip and tilted your head to the side to give him more access.

“Jefferson…” You breathed.

“You need to take a break, darling. You’ve been grading papers all evening.” He says in almost a whisper in your ear.

You opened your mouth to say something, but a gasp left your lips when you felt Jefferson’s hand disappear inside of your blouse and into your bra, gently squeezing one of your breasts. Your eyes fluttered shut and you melted into his touch. You felt your panties dampen.

“Jefferson, Grace is home.” You say.

“She’s spending the night at a friend’s house. We have the whole house to ourselves, honey.” He says.

He took his hand out of your blouse and began to unbutton it while his other hand disappeared underneath your skirt, rubbing your clit through your wet panties. You moved your hips against his hand, wanting more.

“You want more, sweetheart?” Jefferson asks huskily.

“Yes please!” You begged.

Jefferson pulled you up from the chair and pushed it aside. He turned you around and kissed you hungrily. He pushed your blouse off your shoulders, letting it fall it the floor. One of his hands expertly unclasped your bra. He pulled your skirt down your legs, letting it pool around your feet. You stepped out of it, kicking it to the side. His hand slid down your stomach and into your wet panties. His fingers rubbing from your clit to your tight entrance causing your pussy to clench around nothing.

“Jefferson, please…” You begged.

“Bend over the desk and spread your legs for me, darling.” He whispers in your ear.

You obeyed his orders, bending over the desk and spreading your legs and gave him a perfect view of your wet pussy, waiting for your husband to make the next move. He placed kisses along your spine before getting on his knees behind you. His hands grasped your thighs, placing kisses on them, making his way up to your pussy.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart that the only thing on your mind is me, your husband.” He says.

Your hands grasped onto the edge of the desk when his lips latched onto your clit, his tongue circling it. Your mouth fell open, moans of his name leaving your lips.

“Jefferson…” You gasped. “Oh yes!” You moaned.

His finger circled your entrance before sliding it inside of you causing your hands to grip the desk tighter.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned.

He move his finger at a decent pace while his tongue continued to flick your clit. His other hand snaked up your body, blindly finding it’s way to one of your breasts. His thumb and index finger pinched your nipple causing your cunt to clench around his finger at the sensation. Jefferson slid a second finger inside of you. Your jaw dropped, breathy moans leaving your lips. Your nails dug into the wood of the desk as his fingers and tongue fucked you.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes!” You moaned loudly when his fingers hit your sweet spot.

His tongue moved faster against your clit. His fingers moved faster, continuing to hit your sweet spot. He pinched your nipple again, this time a little hard which triggered your orgasm to start building up.

“Oh baby! I’m almost there!” You moaned.

“Give it to me, darling. Cum for me.” He says huskily.

His fingers pinched your nipple one more time before you came on his face and fingers. His fingers and tongue fucked you through your orgasm. Jefferson took his fingers out of your pussy and his lips off your clit. You leaned against the desk, catching your breath. Meanwhile, Jefferson was stripping himself out of his clothes. He hovered over you, turning your head to the side to kiss your lips.

“You’re being such a good girl for me.” Jefferson praises. “I think you deserve more. What you think, darling?” He asks softly.

“Mmm yes, I do.” You hummed in response.

Jefferson pumped his cock in his hand a couple times before lining it at your tight entrance, slowly sliding it inside of you, inch by inch. He turned your head again, kissing you once more when his cock was deep inside of you. His hands grasped your hips when he started thrusting. His thrusts were fast and loving.

“Always so fucking tight.” Jefferson moans, tilting his head back.

You felt every vein of his cock rubbing along your walls. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk tighter. His hands left your hips and slid up the front of your body, helping you stand up straight, your back against the front of his body. One of your hands continued to grip the edge of the desk while your other one found its way to his hair, your fingers tugging on it. His hands roamed your body, cupping your breasts and gave them a squeeze. A moan left your lips and your back arched off his body.

“Jefferson…” You moaned, your jaw dropping and your eyes fluttering shut.

Jefferson always takes your pleasure seriously, especially when you’ve been working hard and you deserve something for it.

“How are you feeling now, sweetheart?” Jefferson asks almost in a whisper.

“Amazing!” You gasped. “More!” You begged. “I want more!” You tell him.

“I’ll give you everything you want, my darling.” He says.

He didn’t just that. One of his hands snaked down the front of your body, stopping on your clit and began rubbing it in circles. A tingle went through your body when you felt the cool metal of his ring against your clit. One of your hands grasps Jefferson’s wrist to keep his hand in place. His fingers applied more pressure on your clit as he was rubbing it. A moan of his name left your lips. You arched your back in pleasure, pressing your breast more in his hand. Your head was against his shoulder. Your cunt clenched around his cock, feeling your orgasm building up.

“I know you’re close, sweetheart.” Jefferson says in your ear. “I know you’re on the edge. Cum for me.” He almost whispers, kissing your neck.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your jaw dropped, a moan of his name left your lips as you came. Jefferson fucked you through your orgasm, getting closer to his own orgasm. His thrusts got sloppy momentarily, but quickly regained it. A moan, followed by a curse word left his lips as he came inside of you, painting your walls. He laid his forehead against your shoulder as his thrusts came to a halt. You two stood there for a moment, catching your breath. Jefferson pulled out of you and turned you around, holding you in his arms so you didn’t fall due to how wobbly your legs are at the moment.

“Feel better, honey?” Jefferson asks, kissing your lips sweetly.

“Mmm, much better. Thank you, baby.” You say against his lips.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and to bed.” He says.

Let’s just say that grading papers was the last thing on your mind for the night.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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[will-grahams-baby-girl]

✨️Imagine✨️

Tw: arranged marriage, aggressiveness, controlling spouse, spanking

Being taken in off the streets by Rumplestilskin after fleeing your hometown. Jefferson sets his sights on you. Rumplestilskin decides to arrange the marriage.

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Rumplestilskin had found you one day after you had accidentally ran into him on the road. You had been fleeing your village after it was raided by the Evil Queen's soldiers. Having heard of the dark one, you quickly apologized and hoped he wouldn't be angry with you and punish you the way he did when anyone so much as irritated him. Instead, he took pity on the poor creature he saw before him. He offered you shelter and food in exchange for housework and chores. You gladly accepted, having not eaten since you had abandoned your home days before. This was obvious even to him.

Rumple took notice that you enjoyed doing chores that required you to be outside. You always came home dirty. He was quite impressed with how well you did with your work.

One day, a few weeks later, while you were outside gathering herbs, a man came up to you. You both began making small talk. The man explained that his name was Jefferson, and he was on his way to speak with The Dark One when your beauty caught his eye. After you finished foraging, Jefferson gladly walked with you back to Rumple's home. You were dismissed as they went on to talk about their business. Soon the topic of conversation fell onto you. Jefferson was absolutely intrigued by the beautiful creature The Dark One had running errands for him. Although, you didn't exactly share the same feelings. Sure, he was OK to talk with, but you still didn't know this stranger that had walked up to you. And if he had anything to do with Rumplestilskin's 'business affairs', he couldn't have been that safe to be around.

A few days after you had met Jefferson, Rumplestilskin had called you inside from your chores. "Sit, dearie. I want to speak with you a moment." He said. You did as you were told, and he continued. "Now, (y/n), you've met my . . . associate, Jefferson?"

"A few times, sir." You responded quietly.

"Well then, dearie, you know that I sometimes pay him to do certain jobs for me." You nodded. "Quite recently Jefferson went on an extremely important journey for me. And as payment, I've given him your hand in marriage."

Your heart sunk to the bottom of your stomach. "I-i don't understand." You uttered.

"It's quite simple, really- when two people love each other very much-"

"But I do not love him!" You cried in disbelief. "I barely know of him, I do not consent to this!" You were now out of your chair and standing.

"Ya see, dearie, I wasn't really asking. The deal has already been struck. See, I took you in when nobody else would. Now you will do as your told or so help me I will send you back from where you came!"

Silent tears streamed down your face. You were speechless. You couldn't look him in the eyes. It was too much.

"Now go clean up and prepare supper. I'll not hear another word out of you. And don't try to run, dearie. I have my ways of finding you."

As soon as he had said 'go', you were out the door and headed straight for the well outside the house.

The ceremony was small. You hadn't seen Jefferson since Rumplestilskin had given you the horrible news. He was the one that married you and Jefferson. Your veil covered your tear-stained face until Jefferson lifted it over your head and consummated the union with a passionate kiss. He was rough when he touched you. Rumplestilskin clapped giddily as the two of you kissed.

"Congratulations to the happy couple!"

Right after the wedding, you moved in with Jefferson. He couldn't wait to tame that fire within you. As soon as you had moved in with him Jefferson had rules for you as his new wife. You weren't allowed to go to town without him, and you were to cook and clean while he was away on business or when he asked you to. He made sure you were clean and ate well. No more outdoor chores unless he specifically asked you to do something that required it. He often helped you bathe, despite your telling him you didn't need the help. If you disobeyed him, you were thrown over his lap and spanked until your bottom was red and tears spilled from your eyes. Just as it had been with The Dark One, you still weren't allowed any knowledge of Jefferson's business affairs.

You were carrying the pot of stew over to the table before Jefferson got home when you heard a voice from behind you.

"You make a lovely housewife, dearie."

You turned to see Rumplestilskin. "Why are you here?" You asked, glaring daggers at the man who had basically sold you.

Rumplestilskin gave you a look of feigned offense. "Why such malice, dearie? I've come to check on your well being." He circled you once before standing in front of you. "Nice to see you clean for a change. That dirt did nothing for your complexion." He gave a firm pat to your stomach. "You've even gained a pound or so." All you could do was glare. The Dark One crossed his arms at you and continued with a sneer. "That's a good thing. Means he's treating you well."

"What do you want?" You seethed.

"That, dearie, is none of your concern. I'm here to discuss matters with your husband." As if on cue, Jefferson came through the door. He smiled slyly at you both. "Hello, dear! And to what do we owe the pleasure, oh dark one?" Jefferson made his way over to you and wrapped a hand around your waist, giving you a firm squeeze to his side.

"I was just complimenting your wife on her new found hygiene." Stilskin said.

Jefferson chuckled softly. "Yes, a much-welcomed improvement, I'd say."

Your hands balled into fists as you listened to them. Jefferson gave your bottom a squeeze and gently nudged you toward the fireplace area. "Go on, darling. Why don't you make us some tea while we discuss matters?"

You tensed slightly as you felt him grab your rump, but all you could do was nod and do as you were told.

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[mikakeya]

The Wondrous Ways of The Mad Hatter

((DAY 1 OF CHRISTMAS))

Jefferson (OUAT) X Reader

Word Count: 1,171

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: Jefferson comes to your rescue with his hat and takes you to his cottage in the Enchanted Forest where the both of you spend Christmas in his cottage.

A/N: I know I'm a little late like 7 days haha but I think that if I try hard enough I'm able to catch up with the Christmas Masterlist :) Day 1 of Christmas writings and I'm new to the seasonal writing so be nice please and give your love and support :)

"You guys are always doing stupid stuff like that… What's the point of even dressing up like 'the perfect family,' when we're clearly not!" You slam the cutlery against the table and gets up to go into your room as you lock the door before sitting on the bed. You leaned your head against the headboard and sigh to yourself.

You loved your family more than anything in the world except for when they lied to themselves while knowing the truth. It wasn't always this way. You did have a perfect family until your mother got into a gambling addiction. Your father had no choice but for him to divorce her. He did, however, remarry which made you look forward to always seeing him happy but at what cost?

You were always the oddling though. Liking different things from your half-siblings because of the wide age gap seeing as you were much older than them. Of course, it was okay to like different things because it meant that you had a personality compared to Asher and Ezekiel or as they liked to be called, Ash and Zeke.

You were thinking about how you were going to spend your time after making your decision to stay at home while your family went out to celebrate Christmas. However, your thoughts were cut short and interrupted as a man opened your closet and stepped out from behind it.

"Hi, where might I be?" The strange man with a funny-looking halloween-esque costume looked around before questioning you while taking his hat off.

"Y-Your standing in my room," You looked at him confused as he stood there dumbfounded before you giggled softly as you covered your mouth.

"Yes… right. I better get going then."

"No, wait! What's your name?" You questioned him wanting to know as you weren't going to let this random man with magic leave before granting your wish for Christmas this year.

"My name is Jefferson," He replied while bowing respectfully before going to you to take your hand and kiss it gently.

As you tell him your name you realise that something about him stood out to you. He looked as though he was dressed like The Mad Hatter. You questioned him to see if he was to which he replied and invited you to his cottage where dreams come true so that you could see it for yourself.

You nodded and grabbed a few of your things before standing behind him as he reopened your closet door. He stepped into it taking you with him to his cottage in the Enchanted Forest. As you crossed the portal it was like lightning had flashed past you in an instant. You blinked and realised that you were now on the other side of this unknown portal but were in an old-looking cottage.

As you wandered the cottage, taking an interest in its design, you bumped into a little girl who introduced herself to you as Grace before being interrupted by someone as they cleared their throat. You turned around to face Jefferson again seeing him pick his hat off the floor before walking to you.

"That's my daughter, I hope you don't mind."

You shake your head not minding at all as you smile at Grace while rubbing her head before she leads you to her room as you laugh while looking back at Jefferson.

As Jefferson prepares dinner, you and Grace are sitting in her room playing with her dolls while having 'tea' before you proceed to braid her hair and help her to find something nice to wear for dinner.

As time passes you get more hungry and tired and decide to go check on Jefferson sneaking up behind him.

Jefferson turns around holding the scissors in his hand before putting it down realising that it was a split second away from your face, "SORRY!"

"It's okay," You smile at Jefferson before realising that you're being cornered against the counter as it brushes against your lower back.

You continue to look up into Jefferson's eyes smiling at him and giving him mixed signals as he cups the right side of your face. As you looked away Jefferson directs your face to look at him again before he leans down to kiss you as you tilt your head allowing him to.

"Papa-" Grace walks into the kitchen from her room with a doll in her hand before looking up and seeing the adults in front of her breaking apart to pretend like they hadn't just kissed as she smiles innocently at them.

"Dinner's almost ready, Grace," You told her as you smile back nervously before looking away and going to prepare the table for them.

Grace nods and takes a seat before talking about her doll and how she needs it to be sewn back together as the seam tore apart. You agreed to help her as you felt a connection to her, almost like she was your own daughter. Jefferson brings the dinner to the table as you tell them how thankful you are to be able to spend Christmas together with them before eating.

When dinner's over, Jefferson cleans up and washes the dinner as you help him to tuck Grace into bed before taking her doll and sewing it back up together as you sat in the living room. Jefferson comes over a while later when he's done with the washing of dishes and sits beside you.

"Thank you for your help tonight with Grace," Jefferson admires you sewing the doll as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

"That's okay. She's a sweetheart," You continue to sew up the doll as you reply to Jefferson.

Jefferson continues to admire you as you can feel his gaze on you before quickly finishing up the stitches and leaving the doll on the table. You feel Jefferson's fingers on your chin as he turned your face to look at him before he leaned forward to kiss you. Jefferson carries you to his room and lays you on his bed as he lies beside you cuddling you.

"Goodnight, doll," Jefferson whispered softly before closing his eyes and going to sleep as you reciprocated his actions.

When you awoke the next morning, you found that you were back in your room on your bed. You felt something in your palm as you opened your hand to discover a handkerchief in it. There was also a top hat sitting on your bed with a note. You sat up and leaned forward to reach the note before taking it and reading it.

'If you wish to see me again, wait till nightfall before tapping on the hat five times' - Jefferson.

You smiled reading the note before taking the top hat and flipping it as you put it on and laughed to yourself. You then took it off to hold it to your chest as you laid back down and closed your eyes thinking about Jefferson and how you intend to impress him tonight.

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