#jefferson ouat x alice

[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.

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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?

[j2d3]

Killian Jones x Fem Reader - Ouat

Picture this, in ouat you as a character represent the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland but your not a cat your a witch, a mischievous one  and the mad hatter is your bestie. You were in the first curse so your in storybrooke and right now you and Killian happen in season 4 or 5, to sum you and Killian's relationship up your lovers in secret. (This is my first time writing smut so it may not be very good and descriptive) 

“You know I really think your as mad as I am y/n.” My bestfriend Jefferson says as he shoves a donut up his mouth. 

“I’m not mad, I’m simply mischievous. There's a large difference between bonkers and rebellion.”  

“ I’m pretty sure there's a short difference between bonkers and rebellion.” Jefferson mockingly says.      

“Whelp I think it’s time for me to go, I’ve got to go pick up Grace from school or wherever she is these cursed days, catch you later y/n!”  

“I’ll think about that!” I watch Jefferson run off near the street and around Granny's, now that I think about it I want Granny's, especially the hot chocolate . I walk to Granny's and make my way inside, I catch a familiars eye and the next second he approaches me. 

“What do you want Killian, and can you get out of my personal space your very suffocating.” It’s weird how he isn’t drinking yet he still approaches me in public especially when he’s really close, he usually does this in private. I really need to start going to Granny’s when Killian isn’t here, I can’t risk unwanted attention literally.

“Well what I want love is y-”  I walk out Granny’s hoping he doesn't follow or finish his statement  but of course Killian being Killian follows.  

“What I was going to say before you rudely walked away from me was, actually I don’t feel like telling you since you’ve been such a bad girl but maybe you can do something for me to hear it.” I keep walking away but what if I did what he wanted me to do for him, I already know what he’s going to say or do I? I turn around facing him, letting him know I want whatever he’s going to make me do with a mischievous grin.

“So you’ll do it?” Killian says with an eager smirk.

“ Well, some go this way, and some go that way. But as for me, myself, personally, I prefer the short-cut. Yes I’ll do it.” I disappear and appear again but this time much closer to Killian before pulling in Killian for a kiss, with my powers I teleport us in his room, well in a room on his Jolly Roger.  

“Easy there love, your forgetting your playing my game.” I roll my eyes in response which will probably make me a bad girl in his game.

“what was that, did you ignore me? Such a bad girl you are.” He puts me on his bed and I wrap my legs around his waist, as he touches my leg he moves his cold hook slowly closer and closer towards my clit. I’ve got to admit he has successfully gotten me horny and wet. 

“ A while ago I was going to say is I want you, and right now I’ll make you want me no matter how long our little game last.” He takes his hand and his hook off my thighs only to take off his belt and take his cock out, he then moves on to me taking my underwear off under my skirt. 

“Do you want me now?”   

“Mayb-” He pushes himself into me without warning, I let out a loud moan, as I grip on to his back along with leaving a scratch on his back, I catch a glimpse of him holding onto his sheets, gosh damn it he’s going to go hard.

“Maybe? Maybe’s not good enough love, rethink that for me.” Within a moment of catching my breath he pushes his cock deeper inside me leaving me pushing my nails in his back and letting many more loud moans escape my mouth. 

“So do you have an answer now love or would you like me to keep going?” No matter how many times I try to catch my breath I know damn well he won’t slow down, he’ll go faster. I can feel his hand move up from my thighs to my breast to the point where he’s ripping off my shirt and my bra underneath.

 “What a wet girl you are huh.” I can hear a low moan escape his mouth but other than that I’m practically his toy, “I wan--t you.” because of how many times I’ve tried to catch my breath I’m practically hard to hear plus how loud the bed is.

“Love speak up, I can’t hear you quite well.” Killian says as he goes even faster and deeper in me, at this point I’m completely paralyzed. He did not lie when he said we would fuck till I said I wanted him, and right now it seems like it would take me forever to say it. He kisses my chest up to my neck where he gives me hickeys, now I want him.

“I want you.” I stumble upon saying hoping it's enough and loud enough. “Good girl, that’s more like it.”

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Fanfic Junk Drawer #2: Jefferson Meets Carol, Once Upon a Time

Summary: Hey remember when Sebastian Stan played the Mad Hatter on Once Upon a Time and was literally one of the best characters on that silly, silly show?  Well I do and I was obsessed with Jefferson for a long time.

This is my own interpretation of Alice separate from the spin off they tried to do with Once Upon a Time in Wonderland.  If you guys want to know more about her, let me know.  I’ve got a lot of scenes written out between the two of them, I’ve just never gotten around to finishing the whole story and probably never will at this point.

Word Count: 1.8K

Jefferson drove down the road back home, his mind racing. 

The clock was moving.  How could the clock be moving?  The only way the clock could move was if the savior had entered the town. She must have.  There was something different now.  He could feel it hanging in the air, not magic, but rather the promise it was coming.  His mind was going so quickly it wasn’t until too late he noticed his engine was dying.

“Damn it,” he cursed aloud pulling over to the side of the road.

Annoyed, he got out of the car and opened the hood to look at the engine although he didn’t know why.  He didn’t know heads or tails about fixing cars and now he was stuck on a back road, late at night without a phone.  All he needed was some rain.  

Then as if hearing his thoughts the skies opened in a heavy down pour.  

Jefferson hung his head in defeat. The only comfort he had was he couldn’t think of anything sarcastic to make the situation worse.  He was considering going back to town when a pair of headlights illuminated the road.  The driver must have seen him since it didn’t take them long to pull up a little ahead of him.

He was about to praise his luck, but then he realized that with his luck the driver’s curse was forcing them to commit random acts of murder.  He went back to his car and turned on the headlights hoping to get a better look at the driver.  He couldn’t tell much except that the driver was a woman and she seemed to be searching for something.  He waited patiently keeping his head down from the rain until he heard the other car’s door slam and the sound a footsteps on wet pavement.

“Do you need some help?” the woman asked.

He looked up to make a sarcastic remark, but the comment died on his lips.

It was Alice.  His Alice was standing right in front of him, looking at him with her bright blue eyes and holding a bright blue umbrella.

“No,” he said unable to account on how calm he sounded.

“Really?” she questioned.  “Because it looks like your car has stopped working in a middle of a storm.”

She didn’t recognize him.  Jefferson didn’t know whether to be relived or disappointed.

“The engine’s a little temperamental sometimes,” he lied easily. “I just need to let it sit until it starts working.”

“Do you want to wait in my car until it does?”  she asked.  “I’ve got heating.”

He waved her off.  “I’ll be fine.  If it doesn’t work I’ll call someone.”

She tilted her head and gave him an apologetic look.  “There’s no reception out here.”

He fought the urge to groan.  “Of course there isn’t,” he mumbled.

“I could give you a ride home,” she offered.

“That won’t be necessary.”

“Well it’s either that or leaving you out here in the rain all night.”

Jefferson wanted to hate the woman in front of him for using logic and caring. But he couldn’t.  

“So you are willing to let a stranger who is having suspicious car troubles into your car in on a back road in the middle of the night without so much as a hesitation,” he said.  “How do you know I’m not a serial killer?”

She smiled.  “And you are considering getting into a car with a stranger who inexplicably comes in your hour of need on a back road in the middle of the night.  How do you know I’m not the serial killer?”

“Fair point,” he said with a small smile.  “So, you’re a serial killer then?”

She shrugged.  “Only in my spare time.”

“Do you mind if I ask how you do it?”  

“Get into the car and I might,” she said nodding her head towards the other vehicle.

His smile quickly faded.  Could he handle that?  It was taking everything in him not to pull her into him arms again and never let go. He shouldn’t even be talking to her. What was he doing?

She must have seen his hesitation because she recovered quickly.  “C’mon I can at the very least drop you back home.”

Home, no, just a house where he just happened to live.  Home was with Alice and Grace before everything went to hell. This woman couldn’t take him home. This woman, no matter how much she looked Alice and talked like Alice, she wasn’t Alice.  She was a different person with a different life in her head. She wasn’t Alice.  Yes, he could handle a few minutes in a car with a person who wasn’t Alice.

“Thanks,” he said slamming the hood of his car.  Not Alice smiled in her victory extending her hand to shake.

“I’m Carol by the way.”

Carol.  The name seemed so wrong on her.

“Jefferson,” he said shaking her hand.  It was surprisingly warm despite the rain.

Carol smiled and then let go of his hand turning to her car.  Almost immediately Jefferson missed her hand in his. Shaking it off as best he could he took the passenger’s seat beside her as they turned back onto the road.

“So which way am I taking you?”  Carol asked after a moment.

“Just a little while up this way,” Jefferson answered shortly.

There was a small pause between them.

“I haven’t seen you in town much,” she said trying to start a conversation.

He shook his head.  “I don’t normally go into town.”

“Nothing worth seeing?”

“Something like that,” he shrugged off.

“Nobody worth seeing?

The question threw him off guard for a moment.  “Something like that.”

“Why do you stay then?” she asked cautiously.

“What?”

“If you don’t have anyone or anything holding you here then why don’t you go someplace different?”  she asked. “Some place with something.”

Words could not describe the irony of that statement.  There was so much keeping him here, but at the same time pushing him away.  His wife and child were here, but the mere sight of them went through him like a knife through the heart.  

“It’s a long story.”

“How long?”  she asked.

“A long story,” he said, “a very, very long story.”

“We’ve got time.”

“Not that much.”

Carol looked like she wanted to push the matter further, but realized it was really none of her business.  “Fair enough.”

There was another long pause.

“So what…”

“What do you…” Carol and Jefferson started at the same time.  There was a beat between them before they both laughed awkwardly.

“You first,” Jefferson said.

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Carol said still a little embarrassed.

“Apparently you were.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything important.  I mean I…,” she stumbled trying to find the words.  “You know those moments when you’re talking and you start thinking about what you’re talking about and then suddenly realize you can’t think or talk about anything at all?”

Jefferson gave a sad smile.  “Sometimes,” he said in spite of himself.

Carol Alice looked at him strangely before smiling and looking back towards the road.

“What brings you all the way out here anyway?”  Jefferson asked.  “I take it wasn’t just to help me.”

She chuckled lightly.  “No I’m afraid not.  I was just going to drop off some paintings at a friends’ house when I saw your car.”

“You paint?” he asked, more out of politeness than anything.

“Yeah, I mean I don’t making a living off it, but I do paint.  I mean I love painting and all, but…”  She stopped herself before she started rambling.  “So what do you do?”  Carol asked.

“Turn up this way,” Jefferson said.

“What?”

Jefferson pointed to the road.  “You need to turn up this way.”

Carol looked confused for a moment, but look forward to see a small road that only seemed to fit one car.  Soon enough they pulled up to the house.  Jefferson smiled slightly at Carol’s reaction upon seeing it.  It was rather grand with Victorian pillars and a stair case leading up to the front door.  It was only two stories tall but there were at least ten windows per floor and it seemed to tower over the woods around it.

“Ok,” Carol said, “I’m going to put my money on trust fund baby or white collar criminal.”

“Well, your half right,” Jefferson said.

Carol turned to him and raised an eyebrow.  “On which one?”

Jefferson didn’t answer and only smirked.  

Neither of them said anything for a long while and neither of them looked away. Jefferson tried to will himself into opening the door and walk toward the house, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.  The way Carol was looking at him reminded him so much of Alice whenever she was trying to figure something out.  To the outside eye it might look like she was completely oblivious when in reality she was focusing on every detail.  

After what felt like an eternity Not Alice broke the silence.

“It was nice to meet you Jefferson,” she said extending her hand.  

He managed a half smile.  “You too.”

He took hold of her hand and the familiar warmth crept into his fingers. Unlike before Carol didn’t pull away and despite himself Jefferson found he didn’t want her too.  He opened his mouth as if to speak, but he couldn’t find the words.

What was he going to say to her?  He wanted her to come in the house.  He wanted to talk to her some more.  He wanted to get her to remember, but at the same time he couldn’t.  Alice had enough problems with all those worlds bouncing around in her head, who knew what would happen if Carol’s reality were suddenly torn apart.  It would probably be a million times worse.  Carol couldn’t remember, for Alice’s sake.

“Thanks for the ride,” he finally managed pulling his hand away.

Carol’s smile faltered at the lost connection, but stopped herself from reaching for him again.  “You’re welcome,” she said politely, “maybe I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah,” he said, “maybe.”

Carol looked confused, but before she could say anything Jefferson was quickly stepped out of the car and made his way up the stairs to his house.  

He didn’t turn back even as he heard her engine start and the wheels of the car pull out of his driveway.  He quickly walked through the door and slammed it behind him.  Leaning against the door he breathed heavily as if he just ran ten miles.  He couldn’t live like this anymore.  He needed to be able to see his daughter again, kiss his wife, and never let either of them go.  He needed them to remember.  He needed everybody to just wake up.  

Running his hands through his hair he made his way to his room trying his best to forget who had driven him to his house that night.

What he didn’t know was the woman formally known as Alice was driving down the road wondering why the strange man she had picked up on the side of the road seemed so familiar and why it made her so sad when he didn’t look back.

[navybrat817]

Currently thinking of having a tea party with Jefferson. And cockwarming him with my mouth while he plays host.

"Don't worry, Alice. You'll get to drink me down very soon. And once you've swallowed it all like a good girl, you'll open your legs and give me something good to eat."

[hannahhook7744]

Baby Harry Hook.

Baby Harry Hook.

Baby Harry Hook.

Lee and Tilly with their partners (Chester and Margot).

Divorced Madhook family in 'Divorced, Beheaded, and Died, Divorced, Beheaded, Survived!'

Priscilla Hightop grave.

Liam Jones 1.5's Social Media.

Alice Jones 2's Social Media.

Tilly.

Tilly and Lee.

Tilly, Henry, and baby Hope.

Christmas photo:

(Gold and Belle with Gideon in a lion onesie. Regina and Robin with Roland and Henry.

On top of Henry's head is Captain Swan's cat, Doubloons. Behind Henry is the Cheshire Cat.

Next to them is Zelena and Robyn/Margot, with Snowing behind them and little Leo and Wilby in front of them.

Beside Robyn/Margot, is Alice/Tilly with her twin, Liam 1.5/Lee, and his boyfriend, Chester (son of the Chesire Cat) and a Snowman.

Behind them is Will and Anastasia.

Beside Chester is Grace, little Harry, baby Hope, Wishbone the dog, captain swan, and Jefferson. Flying above them is Holler.

Link to the other madhook story:

MadHook Family Edit;

[kyn-lyn-blog]

Are people still talking about ONCE UPON A TIME or just me?

No for real is it just me?

[grimmyreaper]

May I request a Once upon a Time with Jefferson x Alice! Reader? Maybe the cruise was broken on her early so she goes running to his manson crying a fluffy hurt comfort fic please

Old Memories

Wordcount: 1944

Jefferson x Fem/Alice! Reader

I don’t have much to say so if you have nothing to watch I recommend watching Once Upon a Time in Wonderland. Of course we’ll be ignoring that as cannon in this but, I enjoyed it so.

Warning: The reader experiences a panic attack near the end.

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Y/N L/N, she’d moved to Storybrooke from London when she was 13. Or that’s what she remembered. Though according to Henry, that wasn’t who she truly was. She was Alice Liddell, who had gone to Wonderland when she was 13. According to him, she'd visited the magical realm multiple from this world, eventually falling in love with the Mad Hatter, someone she’d met when she was older. She enjoyed his creativity, but how adamant he was that it was the truth concerned her slightly.

Y/N sat in the English class she taught, it was the final class of the day, so she let her students write stories. Some wrote vigorously, others just talked with their friends. Y/N didn’t really notice, she was too busy marking tests.

The students rushed out of their seats at the sound of the bell. She got a few “Bye Miss L/N.” as they all ran out the door. She smiled, standing up, beginning to clear up the spare papers that were left on the desks. As she did so she saw a strange man out of the window. He was standing as if he was waiting for someone, though Y/N didn’t recognise him.

She opened her window leaning out of it. “Excuse me, sir.” She called over to him. He turned to her, at first shocked before regaining his composure. “I don’t recognise you. Are you a parent or a guardian?” She asked.

He went to nod but stopped himself. “I was. But my little girl went missing.” He told her. “Sometimes I wait, just to see if she’ll come out.” Y/N looked at him sadly, she couldn’t imagine how he must have felt.

“I’m sorry. That must be hard.” She said, before trying to smile at him. “Don’t give up. I’m sure you’ll find her perfectly fine.” She tells him optimistically.

He smiled back, nodding. “Yeah. I should go.” He says, walking away.

 Y/N later went home curious. The more she thought of the man the more she recognised him. Like she’d know him. Maybe she’d seen the story of his missing daughter somewhere. It wasn’t long until she fell asleep, dreaming of a strange, yet familiar man, and a room of hats.

Though everything was silent she felt as though she already knew what was being said. As if it was an old memory.

 The next morning Y/N woke up, later than she usually would. Even for her day off. She sighed, before getting dressed. At least she didn’t have to explain it to anyone. As she tried to start her day, her mind kept drifting back to the dream. It felt as though every movement, every touch, every breath had been her own. But it was just a dream, of course, it felt like that.

She ended up at Granny’s for breakfast, having burnt the one she’d attempted to make. She sat in her booth, waiting patiently, sipping her tea as she read a book she’d brought.

Every time the bell jingled, she’d lookup. At first, it was the regulars she’d see in. But then it was the man from her dream. No. It was the man outside the school. He noticed her looking and smiled. She waved and smiled back. He approached her, “Can I sit here?” He asked, motioning to the seat in front of her. She only nodded, saving the page in her book, and putting it away. “We never formally met. I’m Jefferson.” He told her, extending his hand for her to shake.

She smiled, doing just that. “I’m Y/N.” As their hands touched, she felt a shock. For a second, she saw images of the two together, but not in Storybrooke. They reminded her of the dream she’d had, though she was sure they didn’t fit in with it. Y/N coughed, pulling her hand away after noticing she’d still had a hold on it.

Ruby came over, placing Y/N’s food in front of her. “Would you like anything?” She asked Jefferson.

“Just a coffee.” He told her, not taking his eyes of the woman in front of him. Ruby nodded, not bothering to write it down, as she turned to walk away, she looked at Y/N, giving her a thumbs-up as she mouthed ‘He’s cute.’ She looked down at her food, her lips pushed together into the thinnest line they could manage. “What are you doing after this?” He asked, watching as she began eating.

She quickly swallowed to answer. "I have to finish marking some papers for class.” She told him.

He nodded, Ruby put his coffee on the table. “Can I at least walk you home then?” This was just the start of a long line of dates.

  The longer Y/N and Jefferson were together, the more dreams, or memories, she would get. Until finally, one night, she woke up her mind overflowing with two sets of memories. Not knowing which were real.

Her breath became shallow, her body was trembling, and tears began falling down her cheeks. Immediately she reached for a hoodie and her phone. She pulled the hoodie over her head before calling. It only took a few rings before he picked up. “Jefferson...” She managed to get out, though there was more that she wanted to say.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked, concerned.

She left her house, locking the door behind her. “Am? Or am I Alice?” She asked him, not thinking straight, long gaps between her words as she tried to get them out. She walked down the dark isolated, trying to control her breathing first.

"Come over, I’ll help explain it.” He tells her, Y/N heard shuffling as he spoke.

"I am.” She sniffled. His voice was helping to calm her, though she still felt like she could be set off again with just a push.

 Eventually, she'd found her way onto his sofa, tea in hand and head in his chest. “So, I’m Alice, but a curse took everyone here, replacing our memories with new ones. Making me Y/N.” She repeated, looking up at Jefferson.

“Yes.” He confirmed, kissing the top of her head.

“I’m glad I found you again.” She told him, snuggling closer. “If I remember so can she.”

[aesthetical-bucky]

A Magical Existence

Pairing: Jefferson X Reader

Prompt: Why are you doing that?

Warnings: None (except maybe hinted that the reader is being held against her will)

Authors Note: This is written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Happy Monday everybody 🌸

“Get it to work.” Jefferson orders as he sits in the padded chair on the opposite side of the wooden table. The work station is covered in top hat examples and materials laying untidy on top. A large pair of scissors to your right and a sewing machine to your left.

“Get what to work?” You question.

“My hat. Make me a hat that will work!” He sighs with a roll of his eyes. Dark eyeliner covers the bottom of his lids. He shoots you a stern look and you sigh. Picking up the scissors and attempting to make a hat, just to keep the peace. Jefferson sits still and watches your every move with a crease between his eyebrows. His arms folded across his chest and his legs sprawled out in front of him.

“Stop!” He says suddenly, making you jump. “Why are you doing that? You’re doing it wrong! It’s all wrong!” He shouts in frustration, tugging at his fluffy hair.

You don’t see what you were doing wrong until he points it out. “You’ve gotta apply the insides first.” He says like it was obvious. You bite your lip and shudder. You just want to get out of here. “Jefferson, please let me go.” You try pleading with some doe eyes.

“Not until you get it to work.”

Tags: @criminal-cookies @hailmary-yramliah

[mushyjellybeans]

Cupid

Pairing: Jefferson x reader

This is for the week of love drabbles for @the-ss-horniest-book-club 😍

“Hello?? Jefferson??” You ask peering inside the little hut, a basket of freshly picked fruit hanging from your forearm.

Jefferson is hunched over clutching his shirt over his heart tightly. You rush inside, dropping the basket of fruit as you begin to panic.

“Jefferson?!” You place your hand on top of his soothingly. “Are you alright??” Your voice cracks.

Then he starts to laugh and slaps his kneecap trying to get his breath back. “I’m fine. I’ve just been hit with a Cupid’s arrow!” He laughs at his joke.

You playfully slap his chest and pull away frowning. “It’s not funny! I really thought you were dying!”

“I know! You should have seen the look on your face!” He bunches back over. His sliver rings glistening under the light. “I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you.” He says, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

[justanoutlawfic]

How did I not realize how much WHook and Jefferson have in common?

Both are single fathers that love their daughters more than life itself. 

They’re separated from them by a witch, due to their own weaknesses (Killian dueled and Jefferson agreed to one last mission, despite both of their better judgments). Both were only reunited with their precious daughters after a curse. Both lost a lot of time with their daughters. Alice is now a grown woman. Grace is a pre-teen.

They both have so much guilt and only want what’s best for their little girls They have to deal with the knowledge of how much time they lost.

Killian tries to tell Jefferson though, that even though he lost time with Grace, he needs to still act as a parent. He can’t let her get away with murder. It was hard for him to be hard on Alice too sometimes, but they need stability.

Grace and Alice bonding over having such faith in their fathers, never losing hope in them. Also dealing with the pain of losing their dads for so long, worrying that they’re not going to be good enough because they’re not little girls anymore. Yet, Jefferson and Killian making sure they know that they’re still their daughters, still their little girls.

Yeah, I have feelings.

[intothewickedwood]

becky! hi!! can you pls do 001 for ouat, 003 for regina and 002 for any ship from ouat that you'd like :) *hugs*

Thank you so much, lovely! <3 *gives biggest hug back*

001 OUAT

Favorite character: Alice Jones! Loml. I relate to her so much. An actual cinnamon cupcake.

Least Favorite character: Okay, I’m gonna look through every character and choose instead of just guessing. You know, I think it’s Alphonse Frankenstein (a.k.a Viktor and Gerhardt’S dad). He’s just terrible, doesn’t give anyone a chance to speak and just hates Viktor for no discernible reason. I’m not for violence but Gerhardt probably just wanted to get a word in edgeways.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Oooh! This is a fun quezzie! 

1. Snowing

Perfect babies. I love them more than words can say. They are so perfect for one another and they make my heart swell every time they’re together.

2. Curious Archer

This ship means so much to me. They helped me finally come to terms with my sexuality and they are just such a wonderful couple. Have I expressed how much I love how supportive Robin is?! The way they look at each other. The way Robin became a better person with accidental help from Alice. I just love them. They belong together.

3. Hooking Utensil

They’re just so cute. They’re so flirtatious and are always helping eachother out. They just had so much potential and I need all the fics and I just want Wish Hook, Tiana and Alice to be a family because she’s so good to Alice and I need AUs where they raise her together and I cry.

4. Gremma

Forever my otp for Emma. They just had so much potential and he was the first person she opened up to in a romantic sense after a long while. She was lonely for so long and she let herself reveal her caring side with him. He meant so much to her because of that and she wore his shoelace around her wrist for a long time after his death, which says so much and their kiss broke through his cursed persona, which surely makes them true love. I wish they’d explained that. Would it have worked if Emma kissed Mary Margaret on the forehead? We’ll never know.

5. Frozen Swan

More on my thoughts on this pairing further down! But also, remember that true love’s hand hold?

Character I find most attractive: Mary Margaret and David

Character I would marry: Okay, probably Mary Margaret most of all! Especially s1 Mary Margaret but I also want to marry David and Alice Jones! And Kathryn! And Jefferson! And Anna! And Robin Mills! And Elsa! And, okay I’m gonna have a lot of weddings to plan.

Character I would be best friends with: Alice Jones or Anna. I need an uplifting, quirky friend. 

a random thought: I really want to figure out all of the characters ages by the start of the curse and end of the show. 

An unpopular opinion: I really like s7 and I know a lot of people don’t. It’s my 3rd favourite season because I think it introduces some great characters, like Alice Jones, an older Robin Mills and Princess Tiana. 

My Canon OTP: Snowing

My Non-canon OTP: Hooking Utensil

Most Badass Character: I’mma go with Emma. She’s like the epitome of a badass.

Most Epic Villain: Zelena, for me! Loved every moment of her in s3 and she quickly became my favourite character before Alice came along. She was just deliciously wicked and funny. 

Pairing I am not a fan of: Captain Swon, Outlaw Queeen, Rumbellle. They’re just not for me. Though the first used to be. And lol, I was just looking up ouat ships and found out the ship for August x Baelfire is called Firewood xD. I’m not opposed to that ship, however!

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Emma and original Hook after s5. I just felt they became totally different characters dedicated only to eachother without room for anyone else. Emma, in particular, became unrecognisable. I missed her meaningful interactions with her family. I missed her old personality. 

Favourite Friendship: Mary Margaret and Emma in s1. They were such good friends who could confide anything in each other and always gave each other great advice. And Emma saying she can’t lose her family even before they knew they were in 1x17 kills me everytime. She was willing to do anything for her best friend. They were like sisters.

Character I most identify with: Alice Jones We’re both pretty eccentric, mentally ill, autistic (I headcanon her to be) and not straight haha! I try to see the positive side of things nowadays like her and I have my own odd way of doing things. Who wants to be normal, anyway?

Character I wish I could be: Hmm. Good question. I’d like to have magic, so I guess Alice because she can just wish for anything and it’s hers. I wouldn’t mind being Snow or Charming so I could be married to one of them but I’d hate to break them up.

003 Regina Mills

How I feel about this character: I like her. Her and I went through a rocky patch in s5 and early s6 because I just found her hypocrisy when it came to Zelena to be too much, but she regained my favour in s7 and I can look past it now. She scared the crap out of me in s1, ngl. But I love that about her. I think she’s a great villain with a sympathetic backstory. Though her difficulty in self-reflecting frustrated me at times, I’ve learned to see it as part of what makes her character so unique and complex and I’m glad she grew in that respect in s6. Regina’s cool.

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Dr. Facilier, Kathryn, Daniel, Maleficent and, you know, I’m getting into Swan Queen recently since I’m following a lot of blogs that post about them, including yours Renee! Thank you for dragging me down the SQ rabbit hole with you xD!

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: I would say Wicked Queen but I want to go for something different than my penultimate answer. I love the relationship with Cora and Regina. I am such a sucker for toxic mother-daughter relationships and there’s is like the epitomy of that. It’s so intriguing to watch Cora manipulate, control and influence her. And after everything Regina still loves her mother. Such a great dynamic!

My unpopular opinion about this character: I guess it’s that I’m not a fan of 0Q at all and I never really did like them together. I just felt Regina had to change her whole persona when around him but at least she went back to herself when he wasn’t around. I wish that was the same for Emma with her bf.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I kinda wished she had taken responsibilities for her actions earlier but I guess the reward for waiting wouldn’t have been as satisfying. I also wish the serum!queen was more intimidating in s6. I was hoping to be as scared of her as I was in s1, but ah well.

Favorite friendship for this character: I love her dynamic with Zelena. I love how it started in s3 with them hating eachother and I love how it evolved, even though I did find it difficult in s5 and early s6. But they were such a delight in later s5, later s6 and s7. They came so far.

My crossover ship: Freaking Bellatrix Lestrange is the only one that comes to mind. Regina feels difficult to pair. But I have no doubt they’d create devastating chaos together and Bellatrix would be as obsessed with her as she was with Voldemort.

002 Any Ship from Ouat

Oooh! I feel so powerful right now! I’m gonna go with Frozen Swan!

When I started shipping them: In 4x02 when Emma is freezing and Elsa is grasping her hands and panicking for her. Just watch the way Elsa holds onto her. That sh*t’s gay and I love it.

My thoughts: I’ve recently been looking at a lot of crack ouat s4 posts and I am living for gay Elsa pining over Emma. I wish those posts were canon however wild they may be.

What makes me happy about them: I love how their friendship developed. She is arguably the best friend Emma ever had, not afraid to show affection for her (because she’s in love with her lbr) and helped Emma accept herself when no one else could. Elsa needs a girlfriend and Emma and her are a great pairing. The way Elsa looks at her. I just die. And the fact that they both struggled to control their magic.

What makes me sad about them: That they never got together and Elsa never got to be explicitly gay. Please, it’s all I want in life! It probably wasn’t the writer’s intention but my God, the subtext is so freaking strong. 

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: None.

Things I look for in fanfic: I haven’t read a Frozen Swan fanfic in a while but I need Elsa battling with her sexuality because her parents forced her to supress her gay feelings. Love triangles are good, with Elsa pining and Emma eventually realising that Elsa is her soulmate after her magic goes out of control. Elsa pining is a good and painful thing.

My wishlist: I wish their was never ending crack posts of the frozen arc. I just can’t get enough. I wish I realised how much I need to get back into reading Frozen Swan (if anyone knows any canon divergent where Elsa longs for Emma please send me recs! There will be so many cookies!). I wish Elsa was in the show much longer. The Frozen characters were just so good and I needed so much more of them.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: For Emma I would be happy with Graham, August, Baelfire or Jefferson. For Elsa. Hmm, some lucky lady. Elsa x Ruby would be cute. They could help each other control the ‘monster’ within. Frozen Wolf is cool. I can also see Robin Mills, actually, when I think about it, when Robin is older like she is in s7 and we make them the same age, of course. Robin’s good at calming people down. 

My happily ever after for them: Emma would have to leave Hook for Elsa in s4 and they wouldn’t have to go to freaking camelot in s5. Let them go to Arendelle instead! They’d eventually get married, raise Henry together and have joint custody with Regina and they can have a magical daughter that’s super powerful and has both their magic. She’d need their help controlling it but she’d get nothing but support from them and her brother. She can be called Ruth or Gerda, but I prefer Ruth.

Thank you again for all the wonderful quezzies!

[extremelyblackandwhite]

a very merry sebmas - day 1

pairing: ouat!jefferson x alice!reader

a/n: welcome to day one of a very merry sebmas advent calendar with one of my personal favourites mr. jefferson from ouat. hope you enjoy it xx

holiday divider by @firefly-graphics​

jefferson swore he was going insane even more than he already was with the constant carolling. 

people were cheery, way too cheery constantly singing/shouting out old christmas songs yet he was refusing to accept to get into whatever sort of christmas spell they were under

back then it used to be one of his favourite times, sitting with his daughter by the fireplace while she promised him she would stay up to try and catch santa only to fall asleep a few moments later. 

he didn’t have much, actually, he didn’t have any money to buy her the things in the market that always made her eyes sparkle but he’d find a way to try and make something

grace would always smile at him from ear to ear, happy with whatever was under the tree yet this year she was not here and he was punished to watch her from his telescope spending christmas with another family

jefferson had thought that was punishment enough but he had underestimated regina

the moment he had freed belle, the evil queen decided to play her last card and while he was out walking on a rainy day he saw her again

alice, or y/n as she was called here, was someone he was not expecting to see ever again

he had meet her way before grace’s mother and although he would always love his daughter’s mother, no one compared to his y/n

he could still see it in the back of his mind, her head covered by a velvet navy cape as she rushed to her car to escape the rain

with her being around not remembering anything and his daughter not knowing who he was, he wanted nothing to do with christmas

all he wanted was to stay locked inside his study to try and figure out how to build a new hat, a new hat would fix everything 

his plans were ruined by someone knocking on his door

first he ignored it but after the third knock, it became more insistent and he could no longer ignore it

the mad hatter rolled his eyes, walking down the stairs and pushing the door open to give whoever was knocking a piece of his mind

his anger was halted by who was standing in front of his door

covered in a navy blue cape with a white faux fur lining was y/n holding a white basket.

“merry christmas eve eve, jefferson” “shouldn’t you be in the town center singing some annoying tunes?” “well i was already there and now i’m here. i made everyone cookies” “you made the whole town cookies?” “yes, i’ve had a lot of time. can i come in?” “didn’t the sheriff told you to be careful with me?” “what are you gonna do? sew me a dress to death? now will you let me freeze outside or can i come in?” “i’ll put the kettle on”

he watched her like a hawk as she untied the strings that held her cape together showing off her matching long sleeved navy blue dress 

he came back with the tea, still lost in her and how despite the years passing by she still had those same playful eyes, that little hair tucking behind the ear whenever she didn’t know what to say

“it’s gingerbread” she said as she opened her basked “are you spending christmas in town?” “nowhere else to go. what about you, shortcake?” “i’m spending it home too, my neighbour’s granddaughter is around, she’s such a cute baby i just can’t resist leaving the house for much longer” “yet here you are” “well, i couldn’t just leave you out of holiday fun besides i have a question for you” “came all the way here for some cookies and a question?” “well it’s a pressing one.” “go ahead, shortcake” “why is a raven like a writing desk?”

he knew that question, it wasn’t a question, it was a riddle. his riddle. she stood there head slightly cocked to the side 

“do you know the answer, shortcake” “i don’t, you never told me. you don’t know it either. i was just wondering if you have an answer after all these years” “you remember?” “merry christmas, jefferson”

[hannahhook7744]

MadHook edits/scenes part 3;

Harry finally learns about his mother while half asleep and it makes Killian feel sad.

Liam being a nosy older brother and gets this snarky reply from his younger brother while Jefferson give him the 'bitch really ' look.

Jefferson overhearing Killian telling 3 of their children the story of how they met.

Killian finds Jeff in the rain after an argument.

Edward and Harriet escape Narcissa and get stuck in the middle of the ocean where Killian finds them. Much to his worry and confusion.

Belle and Jefferson spotting Killian in his new uniform while hanging out.

Harriet is growing up, Jefferson is trying, and Killian is teasing them both.

The Hook-Hatter kids (both biological, adoptive, and step) edit.

Killian and Cj spying on Harriet and Anthony while Jefferson cooks dinner.

[immortallycelestial]

characters that are bisexual because i, a bisexual, say so

arthur pendragon (bbc merlin)

harry potter (hpu)

john watson (bbc sherlock)

tony stark (mcu)

jefferson (ouat)

remus lupin (hpu)

gwaine (bbc merlin)

steve rogers (mcu)

elizabeth swann (potc)

dean winchester (supernatural)

guinevere pendragon (bbc merlin)

kenna de poitiers (reign)

raven aka mystique (x men)

regina mills (ouat)

natasha romanoff (mcu)

alice longbottom (hpu)

chandler bing (friends)

sam wilson (mcu)

phoebe buffay (friends)

spencer reid (criminal minds)

clarke griffin (the 100)

sokka (atla)

emily prentiss (criminal minds)

beth harmon (queens gambit)

jack sparrow (potc)

killian jones (ouat)

erik leshnerr (x men)

logan howlett (x men)

[freakrenaissance]

Oooh, I love this! I miss Jefferson so much 🤤

How would Jefferson react if you dressed up like a playboy bunny?

Jefferson would go feral, nonnie.

*****

You wonder for a moment if you look ridiculous in the outfit, but Luna convinced you it would be fun. It fits you like a glove. You chose purple since you always associate that color with Jefferson. And looking at yourself one more time, you have to admit the costume doesn't look bad at all. In fact, you look good.

"And curious Alice turned into a bunny," you tease yourself, placing the ears on your head.

"And we know what happens to curious bunnies, don't we?"

You spin around, almost losing your balance as you find yourself face-to-face with your Mad Hatter. For a moment you're tempted to grab something to cover yourself with, but the intense look in Jefferson's eyes stop you. You feel the shift in the air as he tilts his head, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He wants to play. Your abdomen tightens as he grins maniacally and brings his face close to yours, breathing out one word.

"Run."

*****

Might expand on this. What do we think?

Love and thanks! 💜

[sgtbuckyybarnes]

Endless List of Possible OCs - Alice Carroll OUAT

We Found Wonderland

She didn’t know where it had come from but everything was boring her. She felt as though she was stuck in a dead end job. Her friends seemed like faceless beings who were all the same. Her apartments walls were closing in on her.

It was only when she was three hours into her car journey that she realised she had no clue where she was going.

Crashing in her confusion she found herself wandering through the trees until she arrived at the outskirts of a quaint little town with a welcoming sign and the odd feeling of familiarity.

She was only going to stay for a night but the sense of feeling at home extends it into two, three, four...

Then she’s recognised in the street by a man she swears she has never seen before in her life.

So why does she know his name?

Small excerpt below

(thought of and written before OUAT in Wonderland was a thing. Past me was so pissed when it became a thing haha)

Welcome to Storybrooke

She was pretty sure she had never heard of any such a place but with her feet aching and the night drawing closer and closer she couldn’t really afford to head back into the maze like forest she had just battled her way through.

She wasn’t even sure what had just happened. The last thing she remembered was packing up her desk at her job in a book publishers and all of a sudden she was in her car on a road she had definitely never been on before in her life. It had almost been as though she had passed out and woke in an odd dream. Her car had been empty apart from herself, no bags packed, no music playing and not even her phone to hand for her to call anyone.

Her confusion and panic had sent her off the road and directly into a tree. 

The small town was the total opposite to what she had been used to living in the middle of New York. The streets were empty for one, silent apart from the slight noise her shoes made on the pavement and her heavy breathing from the (what felt like) ten mile hike from where she had crashed her car.

“Uhm excuse me?” the sight of the B&B had given her a sliver of hope, maybe she could go in and use the phone, but as the door creaked open it seemed to be empty “Is there anyone - oh!” she jumped backward in her shock at the door behind the reception desk swung open to reveal two arguing women.

“I wear this every day!” the younger of the two was whining, long dark hair framing a pretty face, as she gestured down to her outfit.

“And every day I complain about how inappropriate it is,” the elder one shrugged in reply.

“You are getting boring I’ll agree to that one.”

“Uhm-”

“One of these days I’m going to take your sarcasm the wrong way Ruby.”

“H-hello?”

The two turned toward the addition of the new voice, a small whispered ‘whoa’ passing Ruby’s lips when she spotted who was standing in front of her.

“I...I was just wondering if you had any rooms free?” the question left her mouth before she even realised what she was asking. 

The two women exchanged wide eyed glances before the elder of the two snapped out of whatever was going on and nodded her head “Of course dear,” she said in a soft tone as she reached beneath the counter to retrieve a key for one of the free rooms “Room 250. It was made up this morning, ready for you to hop right in.”

“Thank you,” she said with a smile, tilting her head to one side when Ruby retrieved a large book to write her details in “Don’t have a computer system up and running then no?” she asked, backtracking and sending the two a shrug when all they did was reply with questioning gazes “Nevermind.”

“Name?” Ruby asked though the look on her face made it almost as though she could answer her own question herself (which was slightly unnerving). She even leaned forward with wide eyes as she saw her guest take in a breath ready to answer.

“Uhm Alice,” was the reply Ruby seemed to be more than happy to hear “It’s Alice Carroll.” 

Granny waited until the guest was all booked in and on her way up the stairs to the room waiting for her before she turned to her granddaughter “We need to warn Jefferson. She’s home.”