#Jefferson The Mad Hatter

[ozzyonedge]

Happy 42nd Birthday Sebastian Stan!

August 13th 1982

[darkangel1791]

Sebastian Stan as Jefferson/The Mad Hatter

ONCE UPON A TIME S1-S3

[beyondthefold]

SEBASTIAN STAN as JEFFERSON / THE MAD HATTER Once Upon a Time S01E17 "Hat Trick"

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Sebastian Stan characters finding out you’re pregnant » Jefferson/Mad Hatter

Pairings: Jefferson x Female Reader

Summary: Jefferson finds out you’re pregnant.

Warnings: Fluff, language, pet name

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

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

The first words out of Jefferson’s mouth would be “Grace is going to be a big sister?”

He would be overly excited about having another baby. He’s happy that you’re the mother of his second baby.

When you and Jefferson tell Grace, she would be overly excited too and she would say “I get to be a big sister!”

Graces would be so excited to tell her friends.

This isn’t Jefferson’s first time being a dad, he would be a little more prepared than he was the first time.

Grace would want to be your little helper if you need anything. If you want a snack or something to drink, she’ll go to the kitchen to get you something to eat and drink.

Grace saying “I want a little sister.”

You buying a Grace a shirt that says “Big Sister” on it.

Grace would try to help you and Jefferson set up the nursery.

Jefferson talking to the baby everyday, especially every night before bed.

Grace would sneak out of her bedroom after you and Jefferson tucked her in for the night just to hug your baby bump and say “I didn’t get to say goodnight to sissy.”

Grace would draw you and Jefferson pictures and describe every single detail of it.

Jefferson wouldn’t mind the gender of the baby just as long as the baby is healthy.

Jefferson would have his hand on your baby bump at all times, especially when you two are cuddling and when you two are sleeping so he can be close to you.

Grace asking you and Jefferson where babies come from. You would giggle and look at Jefferson while he comes up with an appropriate way of telling his daughter where babies come from.

Grace wanting to take an ultrasound picture to school so she can show her friends her new baby brother or baby sister. She would tell them her little sibling is a girl without knowing it first, because she’s excited.

Jefferson being the gentleman he is would give you any kind of comfort like massages. For example, if you complain about your feet or back hurting, he’ll give you a massage.

You would feel a little insecure when your baby bump gets bigger. Jefferson would tell you how beautiful you are and the baby bump makes you even more beautiful.

Grace would shop for baby clothes with you and Jefferson. She would immediately go to the girl section of the baby clothes.

Over all, Jefferson would be excited and happy that he gets to do this all over again. Grace would be happy and excited too.

[supercap2319]

So I'm convinced that young Captain Hook and Mad Hatter dated during their time at Merlin Academy.

Grew up, and years later, had Harry and his sisters.

[violetfaust]

It's a typo. :(

In Once Upon a Time, Seb Stan played Jefferson the Mad Hatter.

Just Sam and Bucky, binging an old show they've been meaning to watch together.

[caplanbuckybarnes]

I Guess I'm in Love (Jefferson || The Mad Hatter Drabble)

Summary: jefferson and you sit back and talk about feelings

WC: 671

Warnings: None?

Requested: inspired by "I Guess I'm In Love" by Clinton Kane @girl-next-door-writes (sorry this took absolutely forever. I'd never heard the song before lol)

Want to be tagged in future drabbles?

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The air was crisp, the kind of chill that made you pull your coat a little tighter around yourself. Jefferson sat across from you in the dimly lit room, his hands resting on his top hat. His gaze, ever so intense, flickered to the window where the world outside seemed miles away. But inside, the two of you and the unspoken tension always seemed to hang between you like a delicate thread.

You hadn’t meant for it to happen. Falling for him was the last thing on your mind when you first met. He was mysterious, closed off, and more than a little broken. But beneath the layers of pain and madness, you saw the man he tried to hide, the one who still cared deeply, especially for Grace, his daughter.

And now? Now you were sitting here, wondering if you’d fallen too far to pull yourself back.

Jefferson sighed, the sound soft but heavy with things he didn’t say. His eyes met yours, a flicker of something vulnerable dancing behind them. You weren’t sure what to say either. Did he feel it too? This pull, this undeniable connection that had taken root between the two of you?

I think I'm in love with you you thought to yourself, though you weren’t quite ready to speak the words aloud. I'm so madly in love over you.

He hadn’t exactly made things easy. Jefferson locked his emotions tight, building walls you could barely see over. But the moments when his guard slipped when he allowed himself to just be with you, those moments were everything. They were enough to make you hold on, enough to make you believe that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way.

As he glanced out the window again, you couldn’t help but watch him — the way his jaw tightened, how his fingers traced the brim of his hat absentmindedly, the way his entire body seemed to carry the weight of so much. But despite all of that, there were times when he looked at you, and the world felt lighter.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, though there was a hint of curiosity beneath it.

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts. “Just thinking.”

“About what?” His tone was casual, but his eyes, piercing as always, searched your face for something deeper.

You shrugged, biting your lip. “About how complicated everything is.”

He nodded slowly, leaning back in his chair as if weighing your words. “It always is.”

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, louder than you would have liked. You were certain if he had been sitting any closer, he would have heard it, too. There was something you wanted to say, but the words seemed to lodge in your throat, stuck between hope and fear. Instead, you gave him a small smile, unsure how much you should reveal. And as Jefferson looked back at you, something in his expression softened.

“Y/N,” he started, the sound of your name on his lips making your heart skip a beat. “I’m not… good at this. But you… you make me want to be better.”

You blinked, taken aback by his sudden admission. It wasn’t exactly a declaration of love, but it was more than you had ever expected. And in Jefferson’s world, words like that carried a weight, a promise meaning.

Your chest tightened as you smiled at him, warmth spreading through you like a slow flame. “I don’t need you to be perfect, Jefferson. I just need you to be here.”

He studied you for a long moment before nodding, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’m here.”

And in that moment, it was enough. Maybe love wasn’t about grand gestures or perfect moments. Maybe it was about being there for each other, even when things were messy and complicated.

And as Jefferson leaned forward, closing the distance between you, you realized that maybe you were both falling — slowly but together.

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Please remember to reblog this, i haven't been feeling confident in my writing lately and the lack of reblogs on my other more recent works has been downing me.

[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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[rhcenyra]

ONCE UPON A TIME ⇢ 2x05 | THE DOCTOR

I got what you wanted. What about the slippers? Oh. Couldn’t find ’em. Heard talk they’ve already been moved to another land. That’s what I needed to get to that other land. Well, come with me in my hat. I’m sure we can work something out. No, no. Your hat only transports between magical realms. I need to get to a land without magic. Why would anyone want that? My business.

[keepxsolxinxsolxinvictus]

Sebastian Stan as Jefferson (The Mad Hatter) in Once Upon A Time

[ozzyonedge]

Happy 41st Birthday Sebastian Stan!

August 13th 1982

[deepinthelight]

I don't do that anymore

[disacurveball]

I don’t know why Killian Jones is trending but the only thing that matters from that show to me is Sebastian Stan teaming up with Frankenstein and Rumpelstilsken to cause problems. And also the toxic lesbian moms

[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.

🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩

-Bucky’s Doll

[ryik-the-writer]

Once Upon a Manip ~ Jumbelle in Rumple's tower.

J: "He...gets like this when he's working."

J: "See, weird."

R: *glares*

J: "Leaving now, right."

B: "I don't think it's weird...or you.

[3wwo-guys]

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲~ (Jefferson Hatter x Cheshire cat reader)

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✂︎ Word count: 2.4K

✂︎ Summary: Jefferson, obsessed with getting back what he once had. Decides to kidnap Emma to see if she can make a hat that he once used. However, this time he has a friend - maybe lover - help with his endeavour. Jefferson (Mad) Hatter x Cheshire cat accomplice reader.

✂︎ Warning: Kidnapping, drugging, fighting, weapons, swearing.

A/N: Woah... My first fanfic...

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :)

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"Do you really think she can do it?" You ask, staring at the cerulean blue of his eyes. Seemingly burrowing into your very soul, you look away, though not escaping his gaze. After he doesn't respond, the silence gives you your answer. He circles you, as if a predator stalking his prey. "Isn't intimidating prey my thing?" you chuckle, your lips spreading into a Cheshire-like grin, showing the very core of your soul. He smirks, chuckling, the low sound resonating in his throat would make your tail wag. Well...If you still had one. He walks around the house - somewhat preparing. You follow not far behind, tracing his every step, your eyes trained on his form.

However, soon, you stop. Rushed footsteps echo in the mostly silent forest outside, a new, unfamiliar scent flooding your nose. Your ears perk at the sound of laboured breaths and pants. A familiar playful grin dances onto your lips. Jefferson turns to face your defensive form, your yellow eyes trained on something outside. "Something out there?" He can visibly see there hair on the back of your neck stand up. "Someone." You say back, now cold and unwavering your eyes not looking away from the being outside. His arms snake around your waist, his chin now resting on the top of your head. He lowers his mouth to your ear nicking it slightly, smelling your hair. He takes a long, deep breath in, savouring you. You can feel him smirk against your ear. "Fetch"

Time skip

Mary struggles in her restraints, writhing violently, trying to hoist the chair over. Jefferson (tired of her disobedience) grips her roughly, attempting to stop her meltdown. You sit at his feet in a squat with one hand resting on the floor, your head laying on his leg. He pushes her back, his gaze now falling to you. A sigh tumbles from his lips. "Kitty. I think this one needs some special treatment. Don't you?" Standing now, you face Mary, your eyes bore into hers. The vivid colours swirl in your eyes, blues, pinks, purples and greens. It's mesmerising...

Hypnotising.

"Go to sleep..." Your voice floats in the air, soft like a satin ribbon. Her eyes flutter shut, her body still and lax. Yawn. Soft cracks echo in the room as you do a few cat stretches to soothe your aching bones. Jefferson's hand strokes under your chin, your body instinctively moving closer to relish in the warmth of his body. "Good kitten, good girl." A meow or purr rips itself from your throat, causing a soft vibration on his hand. Mischievous eyes grace his.

Time skip, The Hat Room

You lay lazily on the table, your head resting on your folded forearms, near his busy hands. He stills, setting down his tools. "I think it's time..." He stands, grabbing his coat from an adjacent chair, you reach for his scarf, tying it neatly around his neck. There are a few beats of silence but he soon breaks it. "Get changed wear something...presentable." He commands, you hop off the table, stretching. He pets your head. "Why can't I wear what I'm in now?" You playfully shine a bright smile at him, highlighting your sharper, elongated canines. He looks down at your outfit, his iconic smirk flashing across his face, your outfit being pyjama pants and a random t-shirt you found. He laughs, his nose scrunches and his eyes squeeze shut.

It's the most beautiful thing you will ever, have ever, seen."I'll be back in what? 10 minutes." He walks into the main room, adjusting himself as he gets ready to leave. He turns to you his face stern. "Get changed." He then walks out of the door, raising a hand as a wave not bothering to spare you a glance. As soon as he leaves, you retreat to your bedroom, getting changed into something more presentable. However, it seems that Jefferson had already thought ahead as new clothes were already laid out on the bed: A corset (matching pattern as Jefferson's), a black dress shirt with tiered sleeves, a studded belt, a black bowtie (again with the same pattern), black dress pants and black stilettos. 'Thank God' You thought as you didn't know what to wear. You dress very casually around the house not caring about how you look, your confidence normally overshadows that.

Time skip

You watch as a yellow buggy, parks outside the large mansion, Jefferson steps out of the car, dragging his foot behind him seemingly limping. However, you can see through his thin facade. The blonde behind him, the one you assume is Emma, seems fascinated by the large house. Eventually, they make their way inside. Jefferson leads her to the living room and then leaves her to join you in the kitchen. You sit on a countertop, watching, waiting, though mostly enjoying some snacks. Jefferson walks in while you prepare the tea. "So... she suspect anything?" You question as he starts getting something ready, you grab the whistling kettle and place it on the silver tray, nestling three cups with it. "She's looking for a dog" He states, his voice laced with amusement, you catch one and reply with a "The one upstairs?". He looks at you, grinning. Then, he leans over your shoulder, slipping something into the teapot. His face turns towards you, a cheeky smile painted on his lips. Leaning in, you connect your lips briefly, very briefly. 'meow' Eventually, he leaves, telling you to bring the tea in 5 minutes, on the dot.

Show time!

You walk in to see Jefferson and Emma talking, the two of them a few metres away, giving Emma some sense of (faux) security. She looks at you - surprised - as if she wasn't expecting to see another person. "What something on my face?" She blankly stares at you, mouth agape. Now, you set the tray down on the table - pouring the cups of tea - handing one to Jefferson. "Thought you might want to warm up for your search. It's cold out there." She seems stiff, tense, and on edge and you suppose you can guess why. "That is kind of you, but I think I should get back to it." Emma says, you watch as Jefferson hands his cup to Emma. Now, you reach for your cup, going in for a slip before Jefferson gently pushes it away from your lips - it's a warning. Slowly, you approach the sofa sitting on the back edge instead of the actual cushions. "I know. That's why I brought this." Jefferson, reaches into one of his pockets, taking out a map of the forest. He must have retrieved it when he went to check on you. "I'm a bit of an amateur cartographer. Mapping the area is a hobby. Maybe this will help you track down your dog." While Jefferson speaks Emma takes long sips of her tea, unlike yours as it sits long forgotten on the table. The map is spread on the grand piano. Emma lets slip a small 'wow', She approaches the map. "What's it's name?" The two others look at you. "The dog." You clarify. You can see the panic in her eyes and you look at her skeptically. She seems hesitant before she says "Spot", a fake, plastic smile is plastered on her face. "Cute" chuckles Jefferson as he turns to face you, his eyes never really leaving Emma. Her fingers run along the map, tracing a bond line. "Well, Route 6 runs the boundary of the forest, so..." There's a break in her sentence as she sips the tainted tea, you can see a mist cascade over her eyes and mind. "So if I just follow that I should... be able to..." Her speech slurs, into a mess of incoherent words. "Something wrong?" You ask unable to hide the amusement in your voice, however, it doesn't seem like Emma really noticed anyway. "I'm just, uh, feeling a little..." She doesn't finish the sentence before she falls back into Jefferson, he hoists her up, wrapping his arms around her middle. Green envy seeps into your skin as you watch the two. "Oh. Let me help you." He motions for you to get off the sofa, and you begrudgingly get up from your comfortable spot. "Dizzy" Emma's words are lost in between her heavy pants. "Let's just lie you down here." Jefferson 'lays' her down on the sofa, though it's more like he dropped her. "There you go. Let me get you some air." He continues, walking off, his limp now seemingly healed suddenly. You walk over to Emma, propping her head up with a pillow, though that seemed to be the downfall of your 'act'. "Your limp..." she looks past you, Jefferson suddenly stops his strides. An iconic sinister smirk creeps onto his face, it sends a - pleasurable? - shiver through your body, goosebumps rising all over your skin. "Oh. That." He walks back towards you, looking down at you and Emma. Emma on the sofa and you on your knees just in front. "I guess you caught me." The teacup Emma previously held dropped to the floor, you clasp it and set it neatly on the table. "Who are you?" She looks between you both, your hand pushing some hair behind her ear. Though neither of you get to answer before she passes out.

"You drugged the tea? that's so basic." You state, standing up. He feigns hurt as he glares at you, once again he strokes under your chin and another purr resonates from within. He chuckles as you become limp and slouche into him, though not because of the tea. Your eyes roll back "Meow"s slip from your loose lip, and when you realise what you're doing you quickly push him back, panting. "That was mean" You say annoyed, though it doesn't look very believable since your cheeks were practically as red as tomatoes, you lightly punch his shoulder.

Time skip

You rest in the corner of a room, Jefferson standing in the middle, sharpening a large pair of gleaming scissors. A few miscellaneous pillows, blankets and t-shirts lay under you, you're curled in the very centre. Watching. Low huffs erupt from your chest as you lay there bored, Jefferson giving you no attention at all. 'I'm going to die if he doesn't give me attention' you thought as you dramatically pressed your hand against your forehead. 'No, I'm not' You say again in your mind. Standing up, you make your way to Jefferson, nuzzling his neck and wrapping your arms around his body. Attempting to savour as much of him as you can, his smell seemingly intoxicating you. So much that you don't catch Emma leaving her room. Well, that is until you hear the creak of the floorboards, your head immediately snapping towards the sound. Jefferson's head follows but much slower.

Time skip

You watch as Emma and Mary leave the room Mary was previously held in, the pair stopping in their tracks once they hear the cocking of a gun. Their eyes are as wide as a deer in headlights. "I see you found 'Spot'!" This was your cue, quickly you pry Mary from Emma's grip, resting a knife against her jugular. Mary squeals, thrashing in your grip, pointlessly wasting energy. "I've already called for backup, they'll be here any second," Emma says hesitantly, Jefferson darkly laughs, motioning his gun towards you. Emma now makes eye contact with you, agonisingly waiting for you to make a move. "You called back up huh..." Your words seep with sarcasm, you reach for something in your pocket, a smooth cold material gracing your fingers. You pull out a black walkie-talkie. "Oh.. No. You didn't" You feign sympathy and throw Mary into Emma, both having to move backwards to avoid falling over. "Now tie her back up." This time Jefferson's voice is stern and unwavering, 'cold' some could put it.

He grabs Emma, leading her somewhere, you follow with no hesitation however this time Jefferson stops you. "Make sure, she doesn't escape-" "But!-" "You can check on us, just make sure that she stays in that room." He points back to where Mary is imprisoned, sadness or jealousy shines deep within your eyes at the thought of them being alone. Together. It seems like he could sense it as he leans over to place a small kiss on your forehead. The horrified look of disgust - or something else you couldn't see - flashed upon Emma's face. I made you wanna laugh out loud but with that, Jefferson left.

Check-in

You push open the door to the 'Hat Room' many shelves are lined with copious amounts of hats. Obvious to the name. Emma turns to you, watching as you close the door - her only escape route - it seems you had accidentally intruded in the middle of a conversation. "And them.. the feline actions, the tea... their grin. You think you're the Cheshire cat." The look in her eyes is pure astonishment - not the good kind though. "I am the Cheshire Cat." Before you can continue with the conversation, you're cut short. Thrashing is heard from upstairs, loud banging, etc. You spare Jefferson a simple look as you leave, your eyes meeting, his softening. "Good luck", and with that you ascend back up the stairs.

...

You raise a gun to Emma, pressing the barrel into the bottom of her skull. "Where the fuck is Jefferson?" She doesn't answer back, instead, she sweeps your legs, knocking off your feet. Suddenly, you're the one with a gun to your head. "Emma, look out!" Jefferson runs into the room and tackles Emma, knocking her into Mary, who currently is still in the chair, now all of you are on the floor. A struggle ensues. Emma tries to get to the gun, however, you run up and grab it before Emma could get her hands on it. Somehow during the struggle, Jefferson had managed to loosen the scarf enough, that it had fallen off. You toss Jefferson the gun, he cocks it and points it at Emma. You reach for his hat, making your way towards him, placing it snugly on his head. He smiles, the flame of madness raging vividly in his eyes, he pulls you into him, an arm snuggly around your waist. "Off with his head." He chuckles darkly, Mary picks up a croquet mallet and strikes Jefferson with it, then without warning she kicks you, sending you both tumbling out the window.

A/N: How do I end this?