#mad hatter fluff

[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

[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+).

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“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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[iepurasdepraf]

I... don't have the editing skill or knowhow to make something pretty to put here so you just get me talking, isn't that fun?

Arkhamverse Jervis Tetch x reader

Warnings: Female reader, bondage, fingering, ah... hm... that's all I think for this.

I just felt like it was getting a little long, but it's tasty as it is also, a whole thing on it's own really. If you want a part 2 let me know and maybe I'll finish what comes next, yeah?

@callsigncrash - You asked to be tagged.

A half sunken portion of a major city left to mold and crumble would normally make for an interesting if morbid opening for a fairytale or maybe an overeager young adult post-apocalypse novel the author didn’t have the technical skill to pull off. As would taking shelter in the attic of an abandoned townhouse. Turning that damp den into a passable hidey-hole for two lost dreamers to overwinter in, safe from the frigid water that was always seeping in and whoever else was creeping around what remained of Arkham City. Which was more than you’d think, really.

The man who called himself both mad and a hatter was in the midst of all that folly. Calling out to his friend with glee “Oh look! Mary Ann! Mary Ann, come look!”

An expert in making trash into treasure, the finding of Christmas lights sent him reeling into a giddy state. He had woken up bright eyed and bushy tailed and hadn’t lost that spirit for an instant even in the rising water and inclement weather though she’d woke finding herself far less hopeful. She’d barely slept at all in fact. 

However, said Ann of Mary didn’t look away from the ladder she’d been staring down at for the past hour or so even though normally she would have come with a skip at his beck and call putting a damper on the Hatter’s excitement somewhat. “Mary Ann?” Once more did not answer his call, it was as if she didn’t hear him at all. This was a vice versa of their usual and Jervis wasn’t sure what to think of it. It was his schtick to be lost in his own head after all. She was out of character!

He took offense at first, how dare she not give him her full and undivided attention! Then after a moment and impulsive thought wrangling he pouted. It wasn’t like she was one of his pawns. She had her own thoughts and feelings and- what was she looking at anyway? 

With lights in tow and shuffling in oversized boots, he makes his way over to peek over her shoulder. Mmm… water? Just water and soggy furniture. How boring. Not even anything swimming in it. Stinky, smelly thigh deep, to him, Gotham Bay water. 

More important than all that though was that she was frowning he noticed. Poor sweet Mary Ann, was she scared of the water? Worried? It wouldn’t come up this far. That’s why they were up so high.Though maybe she didn’t know that he considered. She’d not experienced Arkham City as he had after all. 

“Mary Ann” He said one last time, a little tersely this time, and when she didn’t respond he tossed the lights over her. Tangling her up like a tuna in a net to drag her deeper into the attic away from the distracting portal to a dreary reality. “Jervis!” “There she is!” “Get this off me!” She laughed over it luckily, amused as ever with his wiley antics. He couldn’t recall her ever getting mad at him for being himself. Maybe that’s why he felt so secure in being himself with her even if that meant doing something silly like tangling her up in Christmas lights. “What is this?” “Why, I’m so glad you asked! They’re lights. Fairy lights, Mary!” “I’m very happy for-” He pulled the wires tight playfully and she came to attention in a way he’d never seen before. So quiet, so red in the face. Ah. Jervis was mad, but not a fool. He knew that look. Seems they both just learned something about dear sweet Mary Ann. 

What fun! 

Something to pass the time then? Something to… distract her. That was a passible excuse. “Sit up for me, won’t you?” Oh, she was so obedient! Quick to do exactly as she was told now, just needed a little incentive. The wad of lights were easy enough to untangle. He had more than enough practice after so many years of decorating hideouts and set ups to get them undone in a jiffy though all that talent was then turned on it’s head to truss Mary Ann right back up nice and neat. Easy enough to make a harness, easier still to bind someone’s arms behind their back. He’d done that oodles of times. That delicious thigh meat dressed nicely, so thick it muffined around the strings. It would normally bring him to distraction, but right now he had just as lovely things to savor so he had to force himself to peel his eyes from the sight. 

He’ll be back later, thighs, just give him a moment. He has to bind shin and ankle so they can be bound to you, you see? 

Making dear Mary Ann kneel so sweetly on the floor that he just can’t resist showing her that being bound so specifically had it’s own benefits. A pull of the wire wrapped around his gloved fist and those loving binds squeezed coyly in all those tender places she could have ever wanted them to. She made the sweet mewls to prove it even after he let go.

Perfect, it was all so nearly perfect, but wasn’t quite. No, he had one thing left to do. “Don’t move.” She looked back in her partially bent forward position, but didn’t otherwise move which was fine and good. He beamed at her scrambling to get the dangling overhead light which he had to hop for to plunge them both into total darkness. “Jervis?” “Trust is essential, Mary Ann,” His disembodied voice said while seeming to float across the attic “You trust me, don’t you?” Without so much the pause for a breath she answered “Yes.” leaving her breathless when the generator roared to life on the other side of the room and the multicolored Christmas lights jumped to life around her revealing a grinning Jervis still crouched down from plugging the lights into the power strip. Oh yes, he was very willing to burn gas for this, for her. 

He looked utterly mad in the flittering light with that smile. Wide hazel eyes taking her in like he could physically consume her with them. Anyone else would be terrified of him, but not her, no. No! Not Mary Ann. Silly girl was arched and eager for him to come closer. They’d never done anything like this before. Such a shame! Such an interesting first time! More than made up for it by his math. 

“You’ve never looked more like Alice.” Her eyes went wide at that. There was too little time between the comment and Jervis dropping to his knees in front of her to respond. Even less between that and him pressing his lips to the corner of hers after lightly holding her chin to tilt her head just the way he wanted. He kissed her bottom lip, the top lip, the other corner. Teasing her until she whined about it before pressing his lips to hers and she learned his kisses were like him. Completely overwhelming. He didn’t kiss once in a long slow maneuver, no. He kissed her once, twice, a hundred times then finally slowing down to let her only gasp between them. 

He loved how she trembled, how she gave in. Pressing her chest to his while he let her desperately kiss him back while he enjoyed every sweet exchange. 

He had to indulge himself a little, didn’t he? Couldn’t let her have all the fun.

“Good. So good for me.” Jervis cooed treacly as a dove letting his hands wander as they pleased. Dressed in blue with the cutest pinafore and sweet as can be. Not Alice, but someone close enough for comfort. Someone you could confuse for Alice, but not her, no. He’d forgotten his logic for it at the moment. Was it that she cleaned up better? Mn, it wasn’t important. Mary Ann, dear darling Mary Ann in his arms was. Just a few more kisses he told himself. Just a few more. His tongue slipping in her mouth made them both swoon. Hers was soft and shy. His bold and brash, tasting her like Eve tasting the forbidden fruit and with the same fervor. If you're going to damn yourself it might as well be with gusto. Or in this case turn a friend into a lover. No going back in any case. 

“Jervis…” Down, down the rabbit hole or what felt eerily similar while he kissed his way down her throat to the very top of her chest. He couldn’t go lower and find flesh. He’d not thought ahead and undressed her before tying her up. More's the pity, but there was always later for that sort of fun. Instead he turned her gently, careful of her knees on the eeky creaky old wood of the attic floor while making sure to give the lights slack so as to not pull the plug out of the loose socket.

Hello, Thighs. Did you two miss him? He missed you. Oh, yes he did. He’d never had this much fun adjusting the clothing under someone’s binds before. At some point he’d not taken much notice to, he’d peeled his gloves off and tossed them a little too hard across the room to be found another time. Entirely to eager to finally feel the flesh of those absolutely maddening thighs against his palms. He didn’t have much feeling in his fingertips anymore. Too many scars, too many callouses. How long had it been since he’d felt someone’s thighs shaking like this against his own? How long had it been since someone made such thrilling noises that made every atom of his being vibrate with wanton desire just from his touch? He couldn’t recall. 

The Hatter managed to focus himself, moving pinafore and skirt around to the front and out of his way eventually between giving into the baser instincts his brain sent painful throbbing impulses to his groin demanding. Touch her here, feel her there. Cup right where you know she wants you to and call her yours just to make her whine and pant. A little pause just holding her close to make sure she was still with him before exposing those bloomers he’d spent so much wretched time getting the lace just right on.

“Next time I get it in my head to tie you up,” He whispered resting his chin on her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her hips so he could tangle his fingers in the light cotton fabric of the offending underpants “Be a dear, won’t you, and remind me to undress you first.” “I-” She didn’t get the time for a proper response. She didn’t really need it, did she? He ripped the seam open with a grimace and she let out the most pleasant squeal. “I can fix them later.” He assured as if it mattered. 

“That’s better isn’t it?” It was for him. Lord, was it. “Hm?” “Mhm.” “Now now,” Jervis tutted “I am a man of words. Use them.” She liked it when he was bossy. When he got that growl in his lilting squeaky voice and it dipped low low low to a rumble. It made her shiver and flush normally and though right now her poor face couldn’t get anymore red she managed to peep out a “Yes! Much better!” that told him he was doing everything right. “Good girl.”

Heavens to Betsy, if she wasn’t wiggly before she certainly was now and much to his delight he found out exactly why when he let his fingers go where they were naturally inclined. “Oh my…” Jervis breathed, ghosting just the bare tips of his fingers along her slit. It was hard to tell who was more worked up at this point. The way he clung to her while his fingers slipped into her to feel exactly how much she wanted him of all people was something poets would drool over. That rarely felt realization of what was generally revolting being wanted and oh how wanted he was. “Jervis- Oh my god!” He grinned, nuzzling his face into her hair. She didn’t know he knew how to do this and it was a little funny. People always mistook madness for innocence. He’d lived through the 70’s darling, this was vanilla cream in a lavender darjeeling. He’d bitched this pot before. “Hm, Jervis be nimble, Jervis be quick.” He squeezed her tighter and let his thumb find her clit to rub while his fingers fucked her hard and fast making her arch her back in her binds and shake while calling out his name over and over like a mantra. She didn’t last long at all, no, not after everything and came with all the flash and splendor he dreamed she might. Soaking his fingers in a way that made him nearly regret not skipping straight to the point earlier. “Jesus Christ-” “Not too bad for a lunatic?”

Poor girl could only huff out a few laughs at the silly rhyme after she’d come down a little then moaned low and long in relief in pleasure while sagging against him. “Don’t get too comfortable, darling,” He cooed, wrapping the leashlike cord of lights he’d left for the express purpose of a moment like this around his fingers after he’d pulled them from his lover to give her a little breather, only pulling hard enough to bring her back to attention with a meep. 

“That was just the foreplay.”

[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.

[gothamslostboy]

What if Jervis gets a boyfriend... and they braid his hair and calls him a pretty boy... Maybe I am gay... Maybe I am strange, but boy do I love that bastard and his horrible past

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. It might be a bit ooc? I’m not sure

Pretty Little Thing

JERVIS TETCH X MALE READER

WORDS: 641

YOU JERVIS

Who could’ve guessed life could make such blissful moments in the same day it doled out a hurricane’s worth of struggles? Jervis certainly didnt, but he was so thankful it did. He woke up knowing today was going to be rough, his calendar showed several meetings with his accomplices to plan their biggest attack yet, and with so many grudges held by so many cooks, the kitchen was packed. At one point Jerome had killed a lower level meeting attendant, and Jervis was left to return order among the group to stop an obvious betrayal plan forming in some peoples heads.

When the meetings ended and he thought he could finally return home to his wonderful boyfriend, Jervis was informed that Johnathan required his assistance, the man Jerome killed was originally scheduled to assist him in creating more fear gas tonight. Tetch obliged, considering his revenge was the one that required the awful mixture the most, but heavens sake was it unpleasant to make. He had been accidentally sprayed, and despite Crane’s apologies he did not feel better until finally stepping into the threshold of he and his partner’s home.

Jervis removed his hat, placing it atop the antique coat hanger by the door, and began moving forward into the house. Darling? Are you home? He switches directions when he hears your voice in the living room. Yes Dear, come watch with me, our shows on! It’s an episode we’ve alre- oh my god Jervis, your eyes! You shoot up off the couch, booking it to your boyfriend. What happened? Are your hurt? Who did this? Was Jerome being a dick again because I swear- your hands are on Jervis’s face when he interrupts you, pulling them down with his own so he can hold them. It was an accident Darling, Johnny forgot to tighten one of the containers, but really, I’ll be ok. But, he gestures to the black and purple surrounding his brown eyes, I’m afraid you’ll be stuck with this for a few days. Sorry it’s suck an eyesore, it’s a stronger vers- Jervis Tetch! You lead him towards the couch by your still intertwined hands. Once your both sitting, you pull him towards you until his head is in your lap, staring up at you. Don’t ever call any part of you an eyesore again. No matter what, you’re never that. You’re my beautiful boy, such a pretty little thing. Jervis let’s out a content sigh as he closes his eyes, leaning towards your thumb slowly rubbing softly across his cheek. Alright, sorry darling. I won’t do it again, thank you Love.

The two of you sit wordlessly for a while, enjoying the comfort your presence brings eachother. After a couple minutes, Jervis turns his head to watch the show, and your fingers find themselves slowly slinking into his hair. You begin crossing the strands in small sections as he hums along to the shows theme song. Once you’ve created a few braids, your gaze drifts down from the tv and lands on Jervis’s face. Truly, even with the slight puffiness and discoloration around his eyes, your boyfriend had one of the prettiest faces in Gotham, if not the world. His eyes were filled with a general awe of the things around him, very rarely did he have trouble finding something to get excited about. He had a strong jawline without looking too sharp, and soft lips that always quirked into loving smiles around you.

Dearest? His eyes darted towards you, the usual bright gaze intact despite his state. Yes Darling? You move a strand of hair off his cheek, moving down to give him a quick peck on his forehead. I love you pretty boy, I really do.

I love you too Darling, I’d give up all of Wonderland for your happiness if I had it.

[sweetums0kitty]

The House Call

Summary: Jonathan has been not quite himself, which naturally worries Edward and Jervis. Who make it their mission to cheer up their beloved boogeyman

Warnings: None!

Author's note: This is my first time writing character x character! Also, first time writing for Hatter and Scarecrow! Please let me know if they're off! This is a gift for my good pal @a-rose-as-sweet for our Discord server's Valentine's exchange

Jonathan Crane did not enjoy the holidays. Christmas was tiring, all the insipid joy combined with the constant barrage of jolly tunes left the Professor with a splitting headache. One that persisted through the new year and well into February. Muddling into sensory overload that was both alleviated and agitated by the professor’s colleagues in crime

In an effort to stave off what Nygma was tentatively calling “Being a depressed spooky bastard.” With all the flourish of an over caffeinated Wayne Brady combined with the twittering tuts of Tetch as the shorter man scurried around the disheveled cave that was Jonathan’s bedroom. Muttering something that flopped between “New cup, move down!” and the dangers of using test tubes as drinking glasses. Needless to say… Crane was beginning to lose his patience. In an exasperated tone he attempted to look intimidating (Which is quite hard to do when wrapped up in a blanket nest, rocking a crow’s nest of bed head) and hissed “What do you want?”

Edward balked looking dead into the steely gaze of the master of fear and scoffed. “We-“ pulling Jervis over to his side as the blonde was still scuttling about the room. “want to check on you, Johnny,” Edward said with a lopsided smile as he poked Jervis in the back to encourage the Hatter to speak up. “Oh yes! Grabbing Crane’s hand gently “you haven’t been yourself as of late.” Tugging his hand away Jonathan rolled over to the other side of the bed, back firmly turned on his companions. “I thank you for your unneeded concern but I am perfectly fine.” His grumbling was muffled by the wall. Maybe, just maybe if he lay there the two pests would grow bored and leave him be. It was a hope in vain unfortunately! The Scarecrow knew well that there was almost no one in Gotham as stubborn as Edward Nygma.

“Bullshit.” Gripping the spindly shoulder of Crane and pulling it so his gangling form was once more facing the pair. Allowing the Professor ample opportunity to glare at the Riddler. “Leave,” Jonathan growled sitting up from the bed to snatch a vial of fear toxin off his disastrous bedside table. “Or I will make you.” Tension filled the room pushing on the two men. Locked into a battle of chicken, seemingly all hell was ready to break loose until Jervis stepped between the pair and attempted to soothe the situation. “Edward really now! We came here to check in and help Jonathan! Not squabble, now apologize!” Lightly pinching the taller man’s ear. The pinching became harder as the ginger rolled his eyes like a petulant child.

“Ow! Ow! Fine-“ Whining shrilly as Tetch released the ear. “Thank you, Cheshire.” Edward groaned rubbing his ear “I’m sorry… or whatever.” Swiftly dodging the swat to the arm the hatter sent his way. Causing an uncontrollable snort to fly out of Jonathan.

Quickly realizing his mistake as Edward and Jervis plopped on the bed beside and slightly below him. “There’s my dear Jabberwocky.” Gently cradling Jonathan’s boney hand in his. Pressing a soft kiss to the back of his palm. Scoffing but not removing the tender grip Jervis had on his hand Crane tilted his thin neck back and looked up at the dingy ceiling. “Why?” The question was barely a whisper but was deafening to the pair that surrounded him.

“Because-“ Edward pulled himself over to the side of the bed facing the wall and wrapped one arm around the Professor’s middle. “We care about you dummy.” Gently flicking the beaklike nose before planting a gentle kiss on the tip. As Jervis let go of his hand Jonathan felt the urge to protest bubble up, but his worries were quickly quelled as the blonde removed his signature hat and nuzzled himself under Crane’s chin. Laying his hand over Edward’s as they gently held their partner in crime and for the briefest of moments it was as if they were gently squeezing Jonathan back together as well.

[ashandkatiewrite]

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Summary: Odette Lake had led a normal life up until her twenty fifth birthday-the day she learned that she had been sold to the New York mafia king, Von Rothbart who has been obsessed with her since she was a teenager. To settle his debts and to provide his daughter with what he thought would be a life of luxury, Odette's father had agreed to a marriage proposal - only for it to turn into a nightmare. Ridden with guilt, Billy Lake helped his daughter escape the city before her wedding day. Now, as Delilah Mason, she finds herself in a small town off the coast of Maine. Storybrooke seemed like the ideal place to disappear to: small and quaint, practically unheard of. Little did she know, this small town was just as tied to the mob scene as New York.

WRITTEN BY: @if-you-onlyknew & @katiekinswrites 

Fandom: OUAT, OUAT in Wonderland

Pairing: Jefferson/OFC

Rating: M (Mature) & E (Explicit)

READ FROM THE BEGINNING

chapter preview:

Learning that her father was in Wonderland had been a surprise for both Jefferson and Odette.

When news had finally traveled to Wonderland it didn’t take long for the celebrations to start. Billy Lake had been hesitant to celebrate or even call his daughter to find out if what they were saying was true. The news of Rothbart’s death felt like some kind of trick to Billy; so, he went to the Caterpillar himself and asked if it was true. Call your daughter yourself, Foster offered Billy a way to connect to his daughter. 

“Yes, it’s true,” Odette told her father. 

“His daughter really killed him?”

“No,” Odette sighed, “that was a lie. Olivia told Jefferson she had, but they came to Storybrooke together.” 

“What?!”

Odette glanced back at Grace in the backseat. “All that matters is that he is gone,” she told her father. “For good this time.” 

Jefferson nodded his head. Truer words had never before been spoken. The nightmare of Rothbart’s reign was finally over — along with Jefferson’s own reign. 

He reached across the center console and set his hand to rest on Odette’s thigh as she drove.

“Jefferson killed him?”

“No…he wasn’t the one who did it.” 

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[stripesthesupervillain]

*in Scarecrow’s two-story lab*

Jervis: *walks in after a long walk* *trots to the kitchen*

Jervis: *starts making tea and coffee* *looks around* Hare?

*there’s a groaning noise from the makeshift bedroom upstairs*

Jervis: *huffs* Hare! You’re still asleep?

*more groaning from upstairs*

Jervis: It’s tea time! We have to meet Edward in an hour! *starts a pot of coffee* Come. I’ll make you your favorite drink.

*groans of protest*

Jervis: This is what happens when you work for twenty-seven hours straight! Come down here now! Edward will be very cross if we miss another meeting because of your poor sleep habits!

*groans of apathy*

Jervis:…

Jervis: If you don’t get down here in one minute, I’ll make your coffee decaf.

*there’s a loud thump and suddenly Jonathan crashes down from the second floor banister in a crumpled heap*

Jervis: Mmm, thought so.

[queenquinzel715]

Just finished the Pixar Cars canvas so now I'm stuck on what to do next I did some rough drafts on my phone notes the last 2 I found on Google 💚

Which one?

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Christmas Treats » Jefferson/Mad Hatter

December 15th

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Jefferson x Wife/Mom!Reader with Grace

Summary: Y/N takes Grace to a Christmas market in her hometown and Grace is excited to show Jefferson what she got.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, hugs and kisses, pet names (honey, sweetheart)

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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“What is all of this stuff?” Grace asks you, amazed by everything around her.

“It’s a market with Christmas treats.” You say.

“Can I get some?” She asks with puppy dog eyes.

“Of course you can, sweetheart!” You smiled.

Grace squeals in excitement and ran to the nearest shelf. The shelf had all kinds of candies. From salty to sweet and savory.

“Grace, don’t go too far!” You say, catching up with her.

“I’m sorry, mommy.” She apologizes. “I just like this place a lot.” She says.

“Me too.” You say, smiling in agreement.

Grace seen something on the top shelf that she wanted. She jumped and tried to reach for it.

“Mommy.” She turns to you. “Help me please.” She says, doing grabby hands.

You picked her up, settling her on your hip. Grace reached up and grabbed what she was trying to reach a moment ago.

“What is it?” You asked, setting her back on the floor.

“Chocolate snowman.” Grace shows you. “Mommy, look!” She says, running to the shelf with the stuffed animals.

She jumped up and down with excitement while pointing at a white bunny on the middle of the shelf. You walked over to her, grabbing the bunny and handed it to her.

“Can I get it please?” She asks.

“Yes you can.” You say with a smile.

Grace’s eye caught a glimpse of the treats in the glass case in the bakery. She immediately made her way over to it with you following behind her.

“What do you think papa would like?” You asked her.

“Muffins!” She says, pointing at the assortment of muffins.

“Good choice. Should we get cookies and brownies?” You asked.

Grace nodded her head with excitement. You told the employee behind the counter what treats you wanted and she gave you a box of the treats you requested.

“Let’s pay for everything.” You say to Grace.

Grace followed beside you to the front counter to pay for everything. Grace gasps loudly when she sees the hot chocolate stand outside the door.

“Mommy, look!” Grace says, tugging on your sweater and point at the hot chocolate stand.

“You want hot chocolate?” You asked, looking down at her.

“Yes please.” She says, nodding her head.

“Lead the way.” You tell her.

You followed behind Grace as you two made your way to the hot chocolate stand.

“I want the one with mini marshmallows and the red and green sprinkles.” She says.

“Good choice. Which one do you think papa would like?” You asked her.

“Umm…” She looks at the menu for a moment. “This one.” She says, pointing at the peppermint hot chocolate.

“That looks good. I might get that one too.” You say.

“What would you ladies like to order?” The employee asks.

“I would like 2 medium peppermint hot chocolates and a medium hot chocolate with red and green sprinkles and mini marshmallows.” You tell the employee.

The employee nodded and made the hot chocolates, handing it to you in a cup carrier. You paid for the hot chocolates and then you and Grace went to the car.

“Can I have my hot chocolate please?” Grace asks after buckling herself in.

“Yes you can, sweetheart.” You say, reaching your arm back to hand her the hot chocolate.

Grace held it carefully with both hands. She was so excited to show her papa what she got that she was almost bouncing with excitement in her seat.

“Jefferson, we’re home!” Your voice echoed through the house.

“We have treats!” Grace shouts.

Jefferson greeted you two with a hug and a kiss.

“Did you two have fun at the Christmas market?” Jefferson asks.

“Yes! Look, papa! I got a new bunny for my collection!” She says, showing him the bunny.

“It’s cute.” He smiles.

“I’m going to put it with my other bunnies!” She says, running to her bedroom.

Jefferson followed you to the kitchen as you put the treats on the counter. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and kissed your cheek. You smiled and turned around, placing your arms around his neck and stood on your tippy toes to give him a sweet kiss on his lips.

“What’s in the box?” Jefferson asks curiously.

“Treats.” You tell him.

You turned back around to open the box, Jefferson’s arms were still around your waist.

“Ooh, everything looks good.” He says, looking at the assortment of muffins, cookies, and brownies.

“This is for you.” You say, handing him his hot chocolate.

“Thank you, honey.” Jefferson kisses your lips again.

You and Jefferson started to kiss passionately when you guys heard little footsteps coming into the kitchen.

“Gross! Don’t do that neck to my treats!” Grace shouts, making you two laugh.

“Sorry.” You and Jefferson apologized.

“Muffin please.” She says politely.

You grabbed a plate from the cabinet and put a muffin on it, handing it to Grace.

“Eat it at the table.” You tell her.

Grace nodded and made her way to the table.

“Looks like you two had an amazing day.” Jefferson says, kissing your cheek.

“We did. You should come with us next weekend.” You say.

“Sounds like a plan.” He says, kissing your lips.

“What did I say about kissing next to the treats?!” Grace shouts from the table making you two laugh again.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[rogues-r-we]

whoops I wrote a short piece of tooth rotting fluff plz enjoy *runs away*

[highvern]

I’m actually writing Heart of the Sea into a full fic (hope I don’t jinx myself) and reading it next to drunk goggles is literally sending me

[rainroses45]

Chained by Faith Pt. 1

☾description: Was the hatter truly mad? Or was it a cause of a series of events that caused him to go crazy in the reality of a tarnished dream? This is Bucky x fem reader Wonderland AU

☾a/n: I'm teaming up with my bestie to write this series and let me just say prepare yourselves because in part two its going to get spicy @lovelolaslove

☾song inspiration: September (instrumental)

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This story began with a hatter and raven. Yes  a hatter and a raven indeed. No, not a walrus and carpenter, but a hatter and raven. The hatter and the raven shared many quaint special moments but none like these, oh yes none like these is a certainty. These three memories sparked a flame inside the story book of wonderland, for without these three moments, would the mad hatter truly be mad? 

Oh but in a small cottage covered in whispering vines, sweet poisoned gossip was carried and hung. No else bothered to listen to great vine because who's to tell which one is true and which one is upside down.

You danced around in your home trying to tame your wild hats. They float, they sing, they dance, they cry, all while you hung them out to dry. It was no surprise when a certain someone returned so soon, why it was only 7 hours after noon.

“Oh my sweet, sweet raven, have you already gone mad?” Your eyes twinkled in delight as a sound of tapping, almost rapping was heard at your window leading into your chamber of hats.

Cheerfully dropping the unfinished floating hat, you gracefully waltzed to the lock on the window and gave it a quick tickle causing the poor bronze handle to go laughing backwards, unlocking the translucent mirrors.

Quickly before the tea kettle could whistle its whimsical tune, a raven weaved through the mess of fabrics and missing thimbles. It’s pitch dark eyes stared at you in adoration as you twirled around in lunacy at the heart of your creations.

The raven gently landed near your rocky chair and let out a flat note sink. Then quickly without a dash, the once feathery creature transformed into a tall man with the most enchanting eyes a caterpillar had every seen.

“Only for you my love.” Bucky smooth voice laced through the movements of your dance. His shadow shape shifted back into its second form, black smoke scurried away from his face. His black suit was dirty but it still managed to stay intact throughout the war of cards. Even after days without seeing one another, your boyfriend still managed to always come flying back to you.

“Oh that’s preposterous, you have only nearly dipped inside the rabbit hole of possibilities.” You stated with a toothy grin. You took a few steps towards him as he dusted himself off. He reeked of metal and moss. Bits of paper shaped clubs and diamonds hung from the loose threads of his long sleeve shirt. His fluffy ink black hair was a mess, but was quickly covered up by a purple, checkered stain top hat with little musical notes spinning around it.

“Well then why don’t you drown me in your wonders my dear hatter.” His eyes met yours in a flash. Oh how those words made you feel alive! He made you absolutely breathless that the only think you could do was tip your hat in a curtsy. It wasn’t until the clock struck the random number down its hands, that you soon regained your thoughts.

“Not before tea time my lovely Corvus corax.” You bopped your lover’s nose as you skipped towards the wooden door. Unfortunately, before you could sip the sweet liquid, Bucky grabbed your arm pulling you into his chest once more.

“You know i hate it when you call me that.” He said with fake annoyance as he threw his head back, staring at the star decorated celling. It took you over two years before you could collect all the stars you wanted to fill the room with. A smile over took you when you remembered the last trip you had, oh how wonderful it was, oh how wonderful indeed.

“Yes but it brings me joy in seeing you fluster in red.” You got on your tiptoes only to reach his chin; a sinister grin plastered on your face. He looked down at you. His face was merely inches away from yours, you could practically feel his breath blemishing your cheeks.

“Touché,” He smiled back, grabbing your face with utter most delicacy and leaning into your lips. Slowly his lips connected with yours in a loving kiss filled with devotion. His lips were by far the smoothest fabric ever created. Your eyes closed lazy as you enjoyed his soft creases and touches on your face and body. He held you like you were the only white rose in the bush of painted red roses, and you absolutely loved it.

You couldn’t part. You wouldn’t dare to part from his savory lips. If you did, then what would you do next? It was absolutely nerve racking to figure what to do without having his hands on your skin. You would go bonkers without his warm embrace and feathery kisses.

Butterflies swarmed inside your stomach causing a rush of pink to appear on your cheeks. Everything about him made you mad, but in a beautiful way. His hand behind your neck, softly nudging you into him as his tongue danced with yours. You felt like honey; smooth, luscious, golden honey, and he thought you tasted like it too.

Parting was such sweet sorrow when all you wanted was to be filled to the brim with his kisses, but it made it all the better when you saw his pearly whites shine like an upside down crescent moon.

“Oh don’t you just love it,” he sighed heavenly, cradling you in your arms as you stood in the middle of the room. The soft rays of moon blemished your skin with milky glitter.

“Love what?” Bucky pulled you down with him as he sat down on the curvy rocking chair. You made yourself comfortable on his lap as you waited for his response.

“The idea of love,” you raised an eyebrow at his thought. Bucky simply ignored your expression and continued to creases your hands in loving touches. He always loved how soft and small your hands were compared to his.

“Why should I love the idea when I’m already living it?” You countered, even after three years of being together you still were in love as you were on first day you met.

“Because our love is different,” his words caught you off guard.

“How so?” You asked with an open mind, not really sure if he meant it in a positive or negative perspective.

“You my beautiful hatter are full of secrets and madness, while I am created with revenges and passion. We are an unstoppable pair that if ripped apart the world would be set aflame in agony.” Bucky placed a finger underneath your chin, lifting up your graze as you analyze his words. The on beat clanking of your heels on the floor boards soon stopped, for you raised your legs and then laid them across his lap with a mischievous smile.

“Yet our love is the only thing causing the twists of time to keep spinning.” His hand slipped from your face and grabbed your thigh with excitement.

“Ah yes what would the kingdoms do without such a royal flush of passion.” You hit his chest lightly as you laughed at his remark.

“They would act cowardly on the battle field without their omen of death.” Bucky already had a huge ego when it came to his ability to fight, that you truly didn’t want to raise it anymore. He already had a reckless score of events happen during the conflicts. There was no need to encourage more, but oh how you loved to talk about him.

“And they would be weakened in horrendous fashion and dehydration without your presence.” Bucky began to place serval kisses on your face.

“Mine is truly the worst out of the two.” He stopped his action to scoff and roll his eyes.

“Yes of course darling, truly the most awful one out of the two.” You let out a laugh at his reaction which he smiled in reply.

Bucky suddenly felt a feeling of reassurance. You were his soulmate, his princess Lenore in this masquerade of craziness. And oh hearts, you were the one for him and he now felt a little less anxious with the tiny box hidden in polka dot tea pot.

“I love you my raven.” You drew hearts on his arm as you twiddled your feet in glee. He grabbed your face once more, letting your innocent eyes sink into his once dead ones, allowing you to feel the calmness of the night.

“Oh my sweet hatter, I am absolutely mad for you.”

[dercolaris]

A teaspoon of sugar

Just a very small story about Jervis and Commissioner Gordon. Sweet and simple I guess. Enjoy :)

"A little here, a little there. The work is almost done my dear." The tailor’s dexterous fingers danced across the elegant trench coat, patching the tattered and tell-tale holes in the clearly worn fabric. The owner of this good piece must have had the coat in his possession for several years, if not even decades. Jervis blindly searched for his magnifying glass and took a close look at his lovingly crafted work. The seams almost brought a smile at him - they had become so beautiful on the textile. The blond-haired man grinned from ear to ear and spoke softly to the trench coat: "Not that I wouldn't like you with all the holes you came in here a week ago, but I definitely like you better without them. What do you think of our client's new look, Mrs. Fluff?”

The orange tabby cat looked up from her basket, blinking her two-toned eyes tiredly. She now had a unique habit of not disturbing her owner unnecessarily during such intricate sewing work. The four-legged friend stretched herself when she got up and hopped across the dark parquet floor towards her owner, then jumped onto the table. Her little nose sniffed curiously at the patched fabric. Jervis gave the cat an affectionate scratch behind the ears and whispered tenderly: "You also think he’s beautiful, yes? I think we certainly agree on that, Mrs. Fluff. He looks amazing now, so he should be allowed to go back on the road.” The Mad Hatter stood up elatedly and shook the remains of the lose threads from the coat, then looked for a suitable clothing hanger.

The curious animal watched the little man with wary eyes, her tail slithering leisurely through the air. Jervis hung the trench coat on the clothes rack and slipped his hand into his pocket, fished out the antique pocket watch. "Oh dear, oh dear," he murmured softly to himself, "it's already tea time. I need to put on water urgently. Would you mind taking care of the tailoring until then, Mrs. Fluff? I would be very obliged to you and of course I will hurry.” The cat meowed at this question and sat down on the sales counter as a matter of course. The Mad Hatter smiled happily. His way led him to the apartment above his shop, where his colourfully decorated kettle was already waiting for him.

The blond-haired man crossed his arms over his chest and looked out at the street, while in the background the water gradually began to boil. It was a miracle that he was actually here now. Just three years ago, Jervis had been serving time in Arkham - multiple kidnappings, two fatalities included. At that thought, the man grew even smaller than usual. The judge had kindly given him a light sentence, presumably because his attorney had pleaded on insanity. The Mad Hatter straightened his top hat carefully. It was a welcome change that his madness didn't turn out to be his downfall, but in this case he had actually hoped for a higher judgment for himself. The blood of two young women was on his hands and no insanity could justify this violent act.

The whistle of the kettle made the little man smile again. His thoughts still wandered indiscriminately, pushing away the lurking darkness in his mind. The medication did the rest. After several years, Jervis was finally able to live his own life without many worries. Two years without a relapse was a new record. To keep the Mad Hatter's goodwill, Selina Kyle had given him one of her kittens, Mrs. Fluff. The smallest of the litter had been rejected by her mother and was looking for a safe, loving home. She found this with a gentle tailor who suddenly no longer seemed quite so crazy when accompanied by an animal. Mrs. Fluff had helped him heal mentally.

Jervis put the tea in a teapot and carefully carried the porcelain downstairs, greeted there by the stubborn smell of a certain cigar type. “Mr. Gordon, what a pleasure to see you again. I just made us a tea that should suit your taste. I hope you have a little more time today than last time.” The policeman seemed embarrassed at this remark. He rubbed his tense neck and replied apologetically: "Sometimes all hell breaks loose in Gotham, Jervis. Sorry. Hopefully I can enjoy the tea with you today.” This statement sparked a firework of happiness in the Mad Hatter.

Mrs. Fluff also seemed pleased that Gordon was there. She liked the Commissioner and was already snuggling between his legs, purring. The grey-haired man laughed amused and replied happily: "Excuse me, I didn’t want to forget you. Of course, the little cutie is also part of our tea party.” Jervis hurriedly set the table at the shop window and poured the wonderfully fragrant tea into both cups. The policeman took a seat across from him, sniffed the warm drink with his eyes closed. The Mad Hatter sipped cautiously at the scalding hot tea, then spoke softly: "The base is green tea. Add to that peach with sweet and creamy vanilla and you got a wonderful mixture for cold, rainy days like today.” The Commissioner nodded in understanding and took a small sip. He shuddered slightly at the delicately sweet taste. As Gordon put the cup down, he said appreciatively: "A fantastic mix. I'm always envious of the passion with which you recognize and tell the tea types apart by their taste, Jervis."

The Mad Hatter chuckled, cheeks slightly flushed. At that moment, Mrs. Fluff jumped onto the Commissioner's lap and began kneading his coat until it was soft enough for her liking. After a while, the cat curled up, purring, nuzzling her head against the older man's thigh. He smiled and tenderly scratched the animal's neck. He remarked calmly: "I've never really liked cats, but I'll definitely make an exception with Mrs. Fluff." Jervis stirred some sugar into the liquid, then dropped two more drops of lemon juice into the broth. The blond-haired man spoke with a smile: "Cats choose their favourite people, not the other way around. Feel honoured that Mrs. Fluff really loves you and can't wait to see you again."

Gordon smiled at this statement. He replied after a while: "Actually, there is no real reason to come visit you so often anymore. Your parole period has been over for more than two months, but how can I say no to a warm tea and a pleasant chat with a reintegrated citizen of Gotham City fares?” The Mad Hatter winced a little at this statement. The blond-haired man lowered the teacup and looked doubtfully at the Commissioner. After a few seconds, Jervis asked sheepishly: "You really think I'm no longer a threat to Gotham, Mr. Gordon?" The policeman laughed and answered honestly: “I've been watching you for a number of months now and your psychosis is clearly under control. You take your meds on time and go to all your important appointments by yourself – how could I doubt your rehabilitation?”

Jervis blushed even more at that statement. He grinned and laughed happily, then took a larger sip of the cooled tea. The Mad Hatter said proudly: "Out of your mouth it feels like an even greater success, Commissioner. Thank you." Both present drank their tea in peace, enjoying the harmony in the small tailor shop. Jim watched the little man for a while, then nodded to himself. Everyone deserved a second chance, and Jervis and Mrs. Fluff were proof of that.

[ashandkatiewrite]

Summary: Odette Lake had led a normal life up until her twenty fifth birthday-the day she learned that she had been sold to the New York mafia king, Von Rothbart who has been obsessed with her since she was a teenager. To settle his debts and to provide his daughter with what he thought would be a life of luxury, Odette's father had agreed to a marriage proposal - only for it to turn into a nightmare. Ridden with guilt, Billy Lake helped his daughter escape the city before her wedding day. Now, as Delilah Mason, she finds herself in a small town off the coast of Maine. Storybrooke seemed like the ideal place to disappear to: small and quaint, practically unheard of. Little did she know, this small town was just as tied to the mob scene as New York.

WRITTEN BY: @if-you-onlyknew & @katiekinswrites 

Fandom: OUAT, OUAT in Wonderland

Pairing: Jefferson/OFC

Rating: M (Mature) & E (Explicit)

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CHAPTER 19

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When Jefferson got out of the car, he left the door open so as to not make more noise than necessary. He helped Odette out of the car as well and put his finger to his lips to communicate that they should be quiet. 

With her hand in his, Jefferson walked ahead of Odette to shield her with his body, just in case. This had better just be a huge oversight by August because Jefferson was ready to smash the side of his gun against August’s head for scaring Odette like this. 

There was a sort of creaking noise coming from the back yard, the nearer they walked. Jefferson squeezed Odette’s hand and took a deep breath. The creaking noise met his ears again and when Jefferson looked through the foliage on the corner of the house, his stomach felt like it dropped. His mouth opened in shock. 

August had a rope around his neck and was barely supporting himself on his toes as the hangman’s noose suspended him from a branch on one of the largest trees in the yard. He was alive, but likely not for much longer as he strained to keep on his toes.

“Oh my god,” Odette gasped out, the scene in front of them was horrific and she had to slap her hand over her mouth to stop herself from screaming. Odette could see the way the man was fighting hard to free himself from the tight noose around his neck. 

His eyes were completely bloodshot and his entire face was a dark shade of purple as he continued to struggle. 

Jefferson stepped backwards and pushed Odette against the side of the house with his body. His eyes were wide in fear as he pressed his cheek to the side of her face. He whispered hurriedly in her ear. “Please. I want you to run. My love, please?” He pulled his head back as he looked her in the eyes. 

“No! Not without you!” She cried in a whisper. 

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