#jefferson x y/n

[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.

[caplanbuckybarnes]

One Day at a Time (Jefferson || The Mad Hatter x Reader)

Summary: Jefferson needs reassurance

Warnings: fluff, uncertainty

WC: 860ish

requested: One Day At A Time by JeremyVoltz used as a prompt a long time ago. Just now getting around to posting it, oops. @girl-next-door-writes

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The world had quieted for the evening, the last bit of sunlight slipping through the trees, casting long shadows across the floor of Jefferson’s mansion. You sat on the porch steps, your knees tucked close to your chest as you looked out over the forest. The day had been long, filled with the usual chaos that seemed to surround Storybrooke, but for the moment, things felt peaceful.

Jefferson stood a few feet behind you, leaning against the doorframe with his hands stuffed into his coat pockets. You could feel his eyes on you, watching in that quiet way he always did, as though he was constantly assessing, constantly waiting for something to go wrong.

You turned to glance at him, catching his gaze. He didn’t look away, but there was a weight in his eyes that you knew all too well. Jefferson had never been one to believe in happy endings — not for people like him, at least. But in the time you’d spent together, you had learned to read between the lines of his silences, of the walls he tried so hard to keep standing between you.

“Are you ever going to tell me what’s on your mind?” you asked, your voice soft but curious.

He smirked faintly, pushing off the doorframe and stepping closer, his boots crunching lightly against the gravel. “That’s a dangerous question,” he replied, sitting down beside you on the steps.

You raised an eyebrow. “I think I can handle it.”

Jefferson looked at you, the tension in his shoulders seeming to ease just a little in your presence. He had a way of hiding himself behind his wit, his charm, but tonight, you could sense the cracks in his usual armor.

“I don’t know how you do it,” he said quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Stay... hopeful, I mean. After everything.”

You shrugged, a small smile tugging at your lips. “It’s not always easy,” you admitted. “But I guess I’ve learned that sometimes, all we can do is take things one day at a time.”

He huffed a laugh, though there was little humor in it. “One day at a time,” he echoed, as if the concept was foreign to him. For Jefferson, time had always been a curse — something he could never control, no matter how hard he tried.

“I know it’s hard for you,” you said gently, your voice steady. “But you don’t have to go through it alone.”

Jefferson’s gaze softened, his usual sharpness dulling for just a moment. He shifted closer, his leg brushing against yours as the evening air grew colder. “You really believe that, don’t you?” he asked, his tone filled with a mix of disbelief and something else — something softer, more vulnerable.

“I do,” you replied without hesitation. “We’re all a little broken, Jefferson. But that doesn’t mean we have to stay that way.”

He didn’t respond right away, and for a while, the two of you sat in comfortable silence. Jefferson had been walking that path for what felt like forever, but lately, you could see him starting to change, bit by bit. He was beginning to heal, and you knew it.

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes,” he said suddenly, his voice rough with the weight of memories. “Things I can’t undo. I've hurt people that meant the world to me.”

You placed a hand on his arm, your touch light but grounding. “We all have,” you said softly. “But it doesn’t mean you can’t move forward.”

Jefferson looked down at where your hand rested on his sleeve, his brows furrowing as if the simple gesture was too much and not enough all at once. “And what if I don’t deserve to?” he asked, his voice quieter now, almost broken.

You shook your head. “That’s not for you to decide. Sometimes, we just have to keep going, even when we don’t know if we deserve it. One day at a time.”

For a long moment, he said nothing. But then, without warning, he reached over and took your hand in his, his grip firm but careful, as though he were afraid you might slip away. His thumb brushed over your knuckles, a small gesture, but it felt like the beginning of something more.

“I’m not used to this,” he murmured, his eyes focused on your intertwined fingers. “But... maybe you’re right.”

A soft smile spread across your face, warmth blooming in your chest. “You don’t have to have all the answers right now,” you reassured him. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

Jefferson’s gaze lifted to meet yours, and for the first time in a long while, you saw something like hope flicker behind his eyes. It was fragile, barely there, but it was a start.

He nodded slowly, as if finally accepting that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t have to carry everything on his own.

“One day at a time,” he repeated, the words no longer sounding like an impossible dream but something real, something he could hold on to.

You squeezed his hand gently, your heart steady. “One day at a time.”

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Ko-Fi

[sebastianstanisahotmf-reblogs]

I love this sm it's so cute 💕 xoxo0

Flour Snowman | Jefferson

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 -> Boyfriend!Jefferson x Girlfriend!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> Jefferson and you bake cookies and cuddle.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 340

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> fluff

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 -> Hi I saw your post for stables and if it’s fine I would like to give you Jefferson + backing or cuddling. @learisa

𝐀/𝐍 -> Thank you for the request. I included backing and cuddling so I hope you enjoy it.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐉𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“We need some more flour; where is it?” Jefferson asks and gasps when he sees you with the flour in your hand.

But it’s in your hands. Before he can convince you not to throw it on him, he already coughs with a face as white as a snowman.

“That was necessary, wasn’t it?”

He laughs, walking closer to you, and places his big hands around your waist, pulling you flat against his broad chest.

“It was. Yeah. I always wanted to know how you would look as a snowman, babe,” you grin and press your lips softly on his.

Unknowingly for you, Jefferson takes a hand full of the flour and lets it fall down on you, smirking when you gasp. You roll your eyes playfully when he takes the rest of the flour, ready to get it all into your face. But he just places it on the counter, where the dough is, and turns back toward you.

“Let’s finish the cookies, and then you need a shower, Bon,” he says, smirking before he reaches for your hand.

You laugh, walk closer to him, and place your hand in his. He immediately pulls you closer, letting you stand in front of him. You smile, resting your head against his chest to look up at him. Jefferson smirks, kissing you once again, his hands wrapped around your waist now.

“I love you, my pretty bon,” he mumbles, kissing all over your face while you continue making the dough.

After finishing the cookie, you’re sitting in Jefferson’s lap; your head rests against his shoulder, and his arms are wrapped around you. He draws small circles on your thigh while he grabs a cookie from the plate you’re holding in your hands.

“They are just as delicious as you are, Bon,” he says, smirking when you blush.

Jefferson kisses your neck softly, smirking against your soft skin.

“You’re not bad as well, my pretty snowman,” you giggle.

“Yeah? How about a bath to make a bubble bath snowman out of you?”

 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @kandis-mom @sergeantbarnessdoll @identity2212 @km-ffluv @lunaalovesyouu @blackhawkfanatic @armystay89 @suz7days @randomawesomeperson102 @rogersbarber @sebastianstanisahotmf @bookishtheaterlover7 @etherealdisneyvillainness

[koolaidmansbabymama]

something about fine ass best friends and fine ass brothers just make me wanna..

[joeyfranchise]

𝟙𝟚 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕚𝕔-𝕞𝕒𝕤: 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕟𝕖

under the mistletoe

lsu!joe x fem!reader

summary: you and joe can’t stand each other. what happens when your stubbornness meets his head on… underneath the mistletoe.

warnings: minors dni, 18+. cocky joe is always his own warning, kissing, spitting, p in v, semi-public sex.

word count: 4.3k

note: happy first day of fic-mas! what better way to start than with lsu joe <333

“yeah, i’ll be able to make it… i think,” you say into your phones receiver, struggling to slide your uggs on and talk on the phone at the same time. “sorry margot! i’m scrambling this morning!” you tell your roommate, turning her on speaker and laying your phone on the counter.

her cheerful voice fills the kitchen as she responds. “it‘s okay babe! i just heard about this party and we have to go to it before we go home for christmas this year! can you write it on the fridge calendar?”

as you listen to margot talk, you pop a k-cup into your keurig and begin brewing it, sliding your trusty travel mug underneath to catch all of the delicious liquid that you can only hope will get you through this day.

“yep, i’ll put it on there! december 21st?” you ask her, popping the cap off the dry erase marker that your white-board calendar holds.

“yes, that’s right. we’ll just have to watch our alcohol intake that night since we both have an early flight the next morning.” she laughs.

you write the event down and close the marker, placing it back in its holder. you fix up your coffee as margot continues talking, filling you in on the campus drama she’s already seen this morning.

“so anyways girl,” she raved, the smirk on her face evident in her tone, “i saw justin and joe this morning talking to the same girl. like get a grip. they’re probably having another weird competition again.”

you scowl immediately as you hear joe’s name. the quarterback and his best friend chatting up the same girl, how cliché. “god i cannot stand them!” you reply with an eye-roll, annoyance present in your voice.

you weren’t sure why you hated joe so much. maybe it was the incessant flirting he did with you and every other girl you knew. maybe it was how his friend group always made bets on who could “bag bitches” first, or maybe it was just the overly confident attitude that seeped from his pores. every class that you took with him, you dreaded, because you knew he’d be right there on his bullshit the whole time.

over time, he grew to dislike you as well, especially when he realized his advances wouldn’t work on you. you tried your best to avoid and ignore him, but he always made it difficult for you. he’d bump you as you passed by, knocking you and your books over into the floor. he’d stick his foot out in hopes that you’d trip. he’d send unsolicited dick pics just because he knew it’d piss you off. the joke was on him when you’d reply with laughing emojis or even the shrimp emoji.

margot laughed at your anger. “joe’s honestly kinda funny.” she says, only making you scowl even more. “oh am i?” you can hear him ask her, it becomes obvious to you that he’s made his way over to your best friend. “mhmmm.” she draws out, and you gag. you can imagine her twirling her hair around her finger as she flirts back with him. puke.

“hey princess, comin’ to the party?” he asks, clear that he’d taken margot’s phone. hanging up the phone on him is your answer. how could she be talking trash about him flirting one minute, and then flirting back the next. you roll your eyes for nobody but yourself.

you grab all your things and leave your flat, locking the door behind you as you head to class, ready to get the last few days before winter break over with.

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the days seem to fly by, which you’re thankful for, and you pack your bag at the end of your last class before break with a smile on your face. the party is tonight, which you aren’t really excited for, but you’re going for margot and to get at least a little tipsy.

you sling your bag over your shoulder and head out of the class, your stomach growling as you think of what you should have for dinner.

you’re lost in thought as you walk, and soon you’re running straight into a hard body. as you look up to apologize you realize it’s joe, so you close your mouth as quickly as you’ve opened it.

“damn, princess.” he chuckles, grabbing your elbows to steady you. “if you wanted a hug i could just give you one.” he winks.

“no thanks.” you say, shoving him off you. “i’m too afraid i’ll catch chlamydia or something.” his friend ja’marr laughs at your words and joe throws him a scowl.

“that’s not how that works.” joe snarks, raising an eyebrow at you. “but then again, you probably wouldn’t know, you’re probably a virgin.”

you stomp down hard on his toe. “actually no, i fucked your dad.” you retort, blowing him a kiss as you walk past, and farther down the hallway.

you don’t see justin and ja’marr losing their minds at what you said, falling into each other with laughter. you also don’t see how joe stares as you walk away, a mix of anger and pride written all over his face.

when you make it home, you can barely get your keys out before margot is throwing open the door and dragging you in, headed straight for her closet. she has about ten different outfit options laid out, and even some she’s selected for you, including a beautiful strappy red dress.

“help me pickkkkk.” she whines, rifling through all the clothes she’s strewn over her bed. you pick up a navy bodycon dress with shiny silver accents and hold it up to her frame, followed by a long, dark green dress.

“i’ve always liked how these two look on you, marg. pick one of them!” you say, trying to sound as chipper as possible. she holds them both up as she turns to look in the floor length mirror, examining them and trying to make a decision.

“ughhhhh, i don’t knowwww.” she whines again, and you’ve had enough. you snatch the red dress off the bed and race out of her room, headed for your own. you lock the door behind you, and you hear margot laughing as she knocks at the door.

“bitch!” she yells, amused at your antics. you step into your bathroom, hanging the dress on the back of the door as you slip your clothes off and turn the hot shower on. you tie your hair up, not wanting it to get wet, and you step under the hot stream.

the water hits your back pleasantly, the warmth working at the knots of stress you’d been holding in your shoulder blades. you lathered your body wash onto your loofah and began scrubbing, washing away the ick of your day.

you quickly check your body, rinsing before turning the water off and stepping out of the shower to dry off with your favorite fluffy towel. you lotion up, put on some perfume, and apply a quick layer of makeup - concealer, mascara, and lipgloss - before sliding the dress on and letting down your hair. the red fabric hugged your shape in all the right places, and you posed in the mirror as you admired just how good you looked.

you plugged the curling iron in and as you waited for it to heat up you ran out into your room to slide a thong underneath your dress, followed by putting on a pair of sparkly silver heels. you began curling your hair shortly after, and then you applied some hairspray, then a few accentuating pieces of silver jewelry.

once you were satisfied with how you looked, you spritzed on some extra perfume and unplugged the curler, wrapping the cord around it and shoving it back under your bathroom cabinet. you unlocked your door and went out to the kitchen to try and find a quick snack before the party. you settled on toast, popping a piece of bread into the toaster and pushing the button down.

margot stepped out of her room and joined you in the kitchen just as you were spreading peanut butter on your bread, and she spun around so you could critique her look. she wore the navy dress with black heels, and she looked incredible.

you took a bite of toast before speaking, “it looks great babe!”

she gagged as you spoke with your mouth full. “i can’t believe you’re eating that in a dress, my dress no less!” she scowled playfully.

“i like living life on the edge.”

you finished your food and washed your hands quickly, margot was ready to get out the door. you grabbed your phone and locked up, heading to her car so she could drive to the party. you left your phone in her car as you arrived, knowing you’d be staying sober and driving back home tonight. you had originally planned on drinking, but you changed your mind. leaving your phone was against your better judgment, but you did it anyway.

margot left her phone as well but she gave you her keys, knowing you’d be dragging her ass home tonight since you had to fly out in the morning.

as you walked into the party, you laid down the game plan.

“alright, let’s try to stick together, no unnecessary hook-ups. and please don’t drink too much. i’d also like to get home in enough time to sleep a little, and finish packing a few things.” you tell her.

she rolls her eyes and calls you a procrastinator before reluctantly agreeing. you head into the party, the loud music was already bumping through the house and making the floor shake. you knew this was a “christmas” party, but you didn’t expect anything less than rap music to be blaring throughout the frat house.

you stuck by margot’s side as she waded to the kitchen, ready to indulge in a few drinks. you politely declined all that was offered to you, and you kept a close eye on your friend as she began downing shots. after a few sips of liquid courage she finally wanted to dance, so she pulled you along until you were passing through the doorway into a giant room that had been transformed into a dance floor. red lights created a sexy scene, and a disco ball was hung from the ceiling, swirling around and creating a beautiful pattern along the walls.

unfortunately, you didn’t make it past the door. as you were headed one way, joe was headed another, and his friends blocked you both so neither of you could pass.

“the fuck are y’all doing?” joe asked irritatedly, shooting pointed glares toward his friends and to you. “seriously, move and let me through.” you said, just as angered.

justin and ja’marr laughed and smirked at each other, and you noticed margot giggling too as she pointed up to the top of the door-frame. hanging there, of course, was a bit of mistletoe.

joe spoke first. he shoved at justin, “dude, fuckin’ move.” he said.

you tried pushing past ja’marr, but he wouldn’t budge. joe shot you a dirty look. “come on, let’s get it over with then.” he said, annoyance very clear in his tone.

“hell no.” you refuse, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “i’d rather stand here all night than kiss you.”

joe’s face turns to what seems to be a genuinely offended expression, and he mirrors your pose as he challenges you. “oh yeah? alright then.” he says, sticking his bottom lip out and furrowing his brow as he shakes his head. “let’s stand here all night.”

you firmly place your back against the door frame as you make eye contact with him, and he does the same. margot is standing by with his friends, and all three of them are laughing hysterically.

“literally the two most stubborn people i’ve ever seen in my life!” she giggles, leaning on ja’marr’s shoulder.

“you think we need to stand and watch ‘em?” justin asks, looking over at margot. ja’marr answers before she has the chance. “nah, if there’s one thing i know about 9, he ain’t backing down from a challenge.”

“y/n’s the same way. she’d argue with a brick wall if it meant she could prove a point. she won’t budge until he does.”

justin laughs at their answers before ushering them off to the dancefloor, leaving you and joe alone to stare at each other with utter disgust.

you huff as you look at joe, and he smirks back at you, unfazed by your little display of attitude. people pass between you and stop to kiss under the mistletoe, on the lips, cheek, or forehead. the two of you also earn many dirty looks.

standing there is honestly easy - at first. the sheer amount of dislike you have for joe is what’s holding you upright, it has to be. you continue to shoot dirty looks at him, all of which he returns, but after a while your legs start feeling weak. you slouch, eventually falling into a sitting position, and you fix your dress along your thighs so nobody can see under it. joe takes the opportunity to tease you.

“just a quick peck,” he smarms, making a kissy face at you. “that’s allll it’ll take.”

you gag, mostly jokingly, at the thought. “i don’t wan’t your lips anywhere near me, burrow.” he laughs and shakes his head, continuing to stand there with his arms crossed.

you sit there for what feels like hours - it has to be hours, people are leaving the party now… and joe is still across from you, still crouched against the doorway. people have resorted to stepping over you both to get through to the kitchen, pecking each other happily as they cross. some of joe’s friends have tried to come save him, they’ve offered to kiss you so he could come play beer pong or hangout, but you won’t let them. you made this bet with joe, and you have to see it through.

you figured joe would break whenever a girl would come offer herself up to him, but he didn’t. he declined everyone that wasn’t you, and brushed all his friends off. you pretended that didn’t affect you… but the fact that he was doing all this because of some stupid rivalry you had with him turned you on as much as it pissed you off, not that you’d ever admit that to him.

as the crowd starts to dwindle down you get nervous, you really need to get margot and head home, but there’s no way you’re breaking and kissing joe. you look over and see her kissing ja’marr in the corner and you roll your eyes. joe seems kinda proud of his friend and a tiny smirk falls upon his lips.

you scoff.

“what’s your problem?” he asks you, sticking his foot out and kicking yours. “i really need to get going. margot and i have to fly out early and she’s over there sucking face. and i’m over here…”

“not sucking face?” he laughs, tilting his head slightly. “exactly.” you agree.

“look, if it’s bothering you that bad,” he shrugs, “i’ll give you a peck to get it over with. then you and margot can leave.” for a moment you think you can see a crack in that ‘fuckboy’ exterior. you aren’t sure you want to take him up on that offer, but you know neither of your friends will let you move from this spot if you don’t.

you think about it for a brief second, and reluctantly agree to let joe kiss you. you try to talk yourself down. i mean, it could be worse. at least he isn’t ugly.

“okay… fine. but you have to tell everyone you caved.”

“whatever you say, princess.” he lilts, already leaning in toward you. “don’t call me that, i hate it.” you snap, looking him firmly in the eye.

“why?” he teases, inching closer, “it’s what you act like. even now, getting your way so you can go home instead of standing here all night. you’re a spoiled little princess.”

you reach out your hand and place it on his chest, you definitely don’t want to kiss him now. that doesn’t stop him, though. he’s already almost there until finally, his lips are touching yours as his frame towers over yours a bit. you’re both still sitting on the floor, but joe stands up quickly and yanks you up with him.

your immediate reaction to the kiss is to squirm away, but joe doesn’t let you. he wraps his arms around your smaller frame and pulls you into him, caging you against his chest. his lips start moving against yours and after a moment, you start kissing back.

all the alarms in your head are going off, but you can’t force yourself to care now. joe is a really good kisser. your hands find their way to his hair, tugging slightly. joe pulls away for a quick breath.

“went from not wanting my lips near ya to tugging on my shit real quick, huh?”

you slap his arm, earning yourself a laugh. you wait for joe to lean back in, but he never does, and for some reason you feel hurt by it. you look over and see margot still occupied with ja’marr, and then you turn your attention back to joe. he takes in your expression before laughing, you look like a kicked puppy.

“what’s wrong, princess?” he teases again, sliding his hands back around your waist. “didn’t realize you liked me so much?”

“fuck off, joe.” you retort, but you’re laughing as you say it. you stand on your tiptoes to meet his lips again, and he obliges you. you move together in sync, and this time he keeps his hold on you, pulling you even closer.

“always knew you liked me, could fuck you under this mistletoe if i wanted.” he rasps. you moan at the thought. you aren’t sure what’s come over you. you didn’t drink anything… you aren’t usually desperate… maybe it’s something to do with the fact that joe said he didn’t want this just as much as you said you didn’t, but here you are both reveling in each other’s touch. it felt like you couldn’t get close enough to each other. he pushes your back against the doorway, finally moving his hands off your hips and tangling them in your hair.

the tip of his tongue dips into your mouth slightly, and you push yours back against his, sliding it along the roof of his mouth as you slip past his lips. before you know it, joe’s dragging you down the hall and into the first vacant room he can find before he’s throwing you down onto the bed and towering over you. you push up to unzip your dress, realizing you might want this just as much as he does, but he stops you by holding out a hand.

“nah, keep it on. slide it up.”

you do as you’re told, sliding your dress over your legs, wiggling your butt and arching your back so you can get it up over ass and hips. joe drinks in the sight of you, your smooth legs and gorgeous body. you’re insecure about yourself a lot, but he’s looking over you like a man starved as he licks his lips.

he doesn’t bother closing the door as he stalks toward you, pulling a condom from his back pocket with one hand while unbuttoning his pants with the other. you slide your panties down your legs and spread them open for him with confidence.

“fuck,” he gasps, watching as you dip your fingers down between your folds to gather some of your wetness and then you rub them in tight circles on your clit. you gasp as you touch yourself, your eyes following joe as he finally pulls his pants down far enough, fisting his hand along his admittedly large length. you always teased him about it in pictures, but it was big. he knew it, you knew it, half of the state of louisiana knew it. and to your dismay, it was prettier in person.

joe finally makes it to the edge of the bed, still watching you as you work yourself. you figured you’d be cringing at the lack of foreplay, or how his pants aren’t even all the way off, but you can’t bring yourself to care as he continues stroking himself before ripping open the condom and sliding it on. he gets on the edge of the bed by his knees and comes toward you a little, a hand extending out to run a finger through your heat and gather some of the wetness pooling there. he smears it all over his cock, and even though the condom is there, it still drives you crazy to see. “joe, come on before i back out.” you tell him, and you almost don’t recognize your fucked out voice.

the heat of the moment is so enticing to you both. his clothes are still on, pants down his legs halfway, and your dress is hiked up while you dig your high heeled shoes into someone else’s mattress. he finally leans forward and slides into you. you take a sharp breath, feeling more full than you ever have as he pushes in to the hilt.

joe barely gives you any time to adjust before he’s thrusting into you roughly. his lips find yours again and you gasp into his mouth. he pulls away slightly, allowing a drop of spit to fall from his lips into your mouth, which you take happily. you’re both moving sloppily against each other, but as joe brings his hand to your clit to flick his fingertips against it gently, you can’t bring yourself to even care. you’ve had sex with plenty of people and you’ve had orgasms before, but you’ve never experienced the euphoria joe is making you feel.

the warmth starts at the top of your head and it spreads throughout your extremities, into your fingertips and toes. you arch into him, your lips still moving together, and joe’s hips are still pounding into yours, shaking the bed against the wall. you cringe as you hear margot’s keys jingling in your bra. it doesn’t seem to bother joe.

with a few quick slips of his fingers over your clit, you’re cumming against him without warning, and harder than you ever have in your life. the tight squeeze around his cock as you cum is the catalyst for his own orgasm as he spills into the condom.

he pulls out of you with haste, ready to tie off the condom and discard it as fast as possible, hating how slimy it feels. just as soon as he’s moved you dart off the bed, grabbing your panties and slipping them up your legs before attempting to make a run for it.

joe pulls his pants and boxers up, tucking himself in and then runs after you, making it to the door before you. “pretty good, wasn’t it?” he jokes, and you roll your eyes at him before pushing past and walking back down the hall, headed for margot. he chases after you.

“okay, didn’t last as long as i normally would, but i mean, we could do it again, i could prove it. that was… you were…”

you press a finger to his lips as you pass through the very same doorway that got you into this predicament. your eyes study joe’s face as he nervously worries his bottom lip between his teeth. you’ve never seen him like this before, he’s shaken up, and you like that you’re the cause of it. you’d hate to admit it, but you would like to do this again. you point up at the mistletoe and joe takes the hint, pulling you in for another short yet sweet kiss.

“text me.” is all you say before walking over to margot, grabbing her by the arm, and dragging her out the door and to the car. you pull her keys from your bra and unlock it, opening the passenger door and shoving her in before going to the drivers side and starting the ignition.

margot slurs her words as she speaks to you. “wha’ happened? did’ya kiss ‘im?”

“i’ll tell you later, marg.” you say, eager to get home as quickly as possible. you park as quickly as you’ve pulled into the space and you help margot out, grabbing both your phones before you go inside, taking margot right to her room. she insists she’s okay enough to take off her makeup and undress, and she promises she’ll drink water before she falls asleep. you head to your room, shocked to see the clock on your phone reading 1:00am already.

you set yourself an alarm for six, and you undress quickly before sliding on some pajamas and settling in bed.

when you wake the next morning it’s to margot beating on your door. “wake the hell up, we missed our flight!”

you scramble out of bed, unplugging your phone and running out into the hall. margot stands next to her door, laughing at you as you panic.

“don’t just stand there, marg!” you shout, your voice laced with panic. “we’ve gotta get dressed, load our bags, call the airport—“

she cuts you off with a loud laugh. “relax, y/n.” she says between giggles. “we aren’t late. i just wanted to get back at you. how dare you sleep with the quarterback and not tell your best friend?” she shoves your shoulder.

you look down at your phone, realizing it’s only 6:10am. “bitch.” you laugh, running back into your room. you lock the door behind you again, and margot continues her laughter. “i need all the juicy details! literally every last second of it, you have to tell me everything!”

you weren’t sure how she even knew, even though you’re sure ja’marr probably texted her.

you roll your eyes at her even though she can’t see it as you head to your bathroom, ready to take a quick shower. you check your phone one last time before hopping in the water, noticing a text notification from joe, who you’ve affectionately saved as “fuckface.”

you don’t open it just yet, but you crack a smile knowing he’s messaged you already. what have you gotten yourself into?

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[demonkitty-toebeanz]

I love Daveed diggs ❤️ that's all that's the post

[notquinnsea]

BEYOND MONTICELLO - CHAPTER ONE

| A Thomas Jefferson x Reader fanfic |

The air was warm, carrying the faint, earthy scent of fresh soil and tobacco, as cheers rippled across Norfolk’s crowded streets. People from all walks of life had gathered, eager to welcome Mr. Thomas Jefferson home at last. After years away serving as the U.S. minister to France, he had finally returned to Virginia.

Thomas barely heard the applause or the calls of his name. His attention was elsewhere, scanning the sea of faces, searching for someone familiar. The celebration was for him, but he had little patience for the ceremony. Finally, his eyes landed on the man he’d been hoping to see: James Madison, standing near the dock with his usual calm, almost unreadable expression.

Thomas’s face broke into a broad smile as he strode forward, clasping James’s shoulders with both hands. “James, my friend! It’s been far too long. How’s Dolly? And you—are you well?”

James returned the handshake, his lips curving into a faint but sincere smile. “We’re all doing just fine, Thomas. Now hurry—we need to leave if we want to reach Mr. Washington’s estate in Philadelphia before nightfall.”

Thomas hesitated, his smile dimming just slightly. He respected George Washington deeply, even admired him in many ways, but there was a shadow of reluctance in his thoughts. The General’s circle had grown considerably in recent years, and one man in particular—a brash, ambitious immigrant—had become both prominent and divisive. The thought of meeting him face-to-face unsettled Thomas more than he cared to admit. Still, he pushed the unease aside and followed James to the waiting carriage.

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Philadelphia – Washington’s Estate

The hum of conversation filled the room, blending with the clink of dishes and the soft crackle of the fire. Y/N L/N balanced a tray of steaming tea with practiced ease as she weaved through the room. Her uncle, George Washington, sat at the head of the room, his presence as commanding here as it was on the battlefield. Nearby, Alexander Hamilton paced by the fireplace, gesturing emphatically as he launched into yet another tirade, while Edmund Randolph and Henry Knox chatted in low voices by the window.

“Honestly, Mr. President,” Alexander huffed, throwing up his hands for emphasis, “it’s intolerable! John Adams absent again. Does he even know what a cabinet meeting is?”

George raised an eyebrow but remained silent, sipping his tea as if to signal he was immune to Alexander’s dramatics. Y/N smiled to herself as she reached her uncle’s side, setting the fresh tray in front of him. “More tea, Uncle George?” she asked softly.

“Thank you, my dear,” he replied, his tone warm despite the faint exhaustion in his eyes.

Alexander turned sharply, his attention snapping to Y/N as if she’d addressed him. “Miss L/N,” he said, gesturing broadly with his teacup, “do you see what we’re up against? A Vice President who’s practically invisible! A man who, by all appearances, feels above the call of duty.”

Y/N carefully handed him a cup, schooling her face into polite neutrality. “I imagine you’ve expressed your feelings on the matter, Mr. Hamilton.”

“Frequently and with great flair,” he shot back, taking a sip.

Y/N straightened, glancing toward her uncle. “Do you know when Mr. Madison and Mr. Jefferson are supposed to arrive?”

“They’re already on their way,” George said, setting his cup down. “If James’s punctuality holds, they should be here by evening.”

“Thomas Jefferson,” Alexander muttered darkly, his tone thick with disdain. He slammed his teacup onto the saucer with unnecessary force. “Mark my words, Miss L/N: he’ll charm everyone in the room while opposing every sensible policy this administration has built.”

Y/N tilted her head, the corner of her mouth curving slightly. “A man with such a reputation sounds fascinating. I look forward to meeting him.”

Alexander opened his mouth, no doubt ready with a retort, but George’s firm voice cut through the air before he could speak. “Enough, Alexander. You’d do well to save your energy for the meeting.”

Y/N stifled a laugh, moving to refill cups for Edmund and Henry. The late afternoon sun spilled through the tall windows, casting long golden shadows across the room. As she glanced outside, a carriage pulled into view, kicking up a trail of dust. The other cabinet members have arrived.

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The hours dragged on, the heated back-and-forth between Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton showing no sign of slowing. The rest of the cabinet had long since grown tired of the debate. Henry Knox sat with his arms crossed, stifling a yawn. Edmund Randolph absently traced patterns on the table with his finger. James Madison looked like he was calculating how long he could keep pinching the bridge of his nose before it became permanent.

George Washington, seated at the head of the room, glanced at his niece, Y/N. She was still diligently scribbling notes, though her pen moved slower now, her focus waning under the weight of exhaustion. George sighed, rubbing his temple as he addressed her.

“My dear,” he said gently, though his voice carried over the noise, “you should retire for the evening. Your aunt has already gone to bed. A lady shouldn’t have to endure this nonsense any longer than necessary.”

Y/N set her pen down and looked up, a faint smile gracing her lips though there was a hint of exasperation in her eyes. “I’m fine, Uncle. Someone has to record this… productive discussion,” she said, her tone light but laced with irony. “And besides, if things get out of hand, I’m probably the fastest to run for help.”

Knox chuckled at that, but George remained unimpressed. “Regardless, you’ve done enough. Off you go now.”

Y/N hesitated, glancing between her uncle and the still-arguing Jefferson and Hamilton, before deciding not to push further. “Goodnight, Uncle. Gentlemen.” She nodded politely to the room as she left.

The door had barely clicked shut behind her when Alexander’s voice rose again. “Mr. Jefferson, if you think this country can thrive on dreams and farming alone—”

“And if you think banks and tariffs will feed the people, Mr. Hamilton,” Thomas interrupted coolly, “then it’s no wonder you see this nation as little more than your personal ledger.”

“Enough!” George’s voice cut through the room like a whip, the sheer force of it silencing everyone. He rose to his feet, his gaze sharp as he looked between the two men. “This meeting is over. We’ll reconvene tomorrow when everyone’s heads are clearer.”

Knox and Randolph didn’t need to be told twice. They stood immediately, murmuring polite goodnights as they made for the door. Madison followed close behind, pausing only to give George a slight bow before disappearing into the hall.

Hamilton lingered, his jaw tight as though he was biting back another retort, but under George’s unrelenting stare, he eventually muttered, “Goodnight, Mr. President,” and left.

George turned his attention to Thomas, who remained seated, rubbing at his temples. “Mr. Jefferson,” George said, his tone softening just slightly, “you’re welcome to stay here tonight. You live farther than the rest, and it’s too dark to travel safely.”

Thomas hesitated, glancing toward the emptying room. “I appreciate the offer,” he said finally, his voice subdued. “Thank you, Mr. President.”

As the others filed out, Thomas pushed himself to his feet. He moved slowly, fatigue etched into every line of his face. His gaze drifted toward Y/N’s empty chair, and something in him stirred—a flicker of curiosity, perhaps more. He hadn’t properly acknowledged her during the meeting, but now her absence left the room feeling oddly incomplete.

His thoughts were interrupted when George cleared his throat. Thomas straightened, nodding to the President before heading toward the stairs. But as he passed the hall leading to the kitchen, he stopped. Y/N was there, speaking softly with one of the housemaids as she helped clear away the tea service.

He stepped closer, feeling his exhaustion more keenly now but unwilling to let the night end without a word. “Miss L/N,” he said, his voice low but steady.

Y/N turned, startled at first but quickly recovering. “Mr. Jefferson,” she replied with a polite nod. “You’ve had a long day. I didn’t expect you to still be awake.”

Thomas managed a faint smile, though his usual charm was muted by weariness. “It seems I’ll be staying here tonight. I thought it only proper to introduce myself before retiring.”

Her brow arched slightly, a small, amused smile tugging at her lips. “Well, I appreciate your sense of propriety. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jefferson.”

“The pleasure is mine, Miss L/N,” he said, though his voice carried more sincerity than flair. For a moment, he considered saying more—something clever, something to match the sharpness in her eyes—but the weight of the day pressed too heavily on him.

Instead, he inclined his head. “Goodnight, Miss L/N.”

“Goodnight, Mr. Jefferson,” she said, watching as he turned and disappeared down the hall.

In the quiet of the guest room, Thomas loosened his cravat and sank onto the edge of the bed with a sigh. He couldn’t deny the intrigue she stirred in him—a woman who seemed as sharp as she was composed. But for now, his thoughts faded, overtaken by exhaustion. He let his head fall back against the pillows, the noise of the evening giving way to silence as sleep claimed him.

Authors note - Please tell me what to fix if I need so, Ive written before but never posted.

[itsmebytch001]

give me Morales Family Prompts!!!

For exsample

Auntie / Mom Rio Morales.

Uncle/Dad Jeff Morales.

Dad! Aaron Davis (My Fave)

Brother/Cousin Miles Morales.

Seriously My brain is dry and I want to keep this going but my brain is DRY

[zapreportsblog]

A Daddy-Daughter Date

➥ summary: no matter how old his daughter gets, she’ll always be a daddy’s girl

➥ a/n: this may sound like the beginning of some flirty smut but trust me it ain’t lol

➥ pure fluff

➥ one shot

Miles Morales and his younger sister, (Y/n), shared a special bond. While Miles was often the one who found himself in the spotlight, (Y/n) was content to be a daddy's girl, cherishing the moments she spent with their father. Despite being a teenager, she didn't shy away from the cherished daddy-daughter dates that brought her immense joy and comfort.

One sunny Saturday morning, Miles and (Y/n)'s father, Jefferson, came into (Y/n)'s room with a wide smile on his face. "Hey, sweetheart, it's our special day. How about a daddy-daughter date?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with anticipation.

(Y/n) beamed at the invitation, her heart filling with excitement. "I'd love that, Dad!" she replied, her voice brimming with enthusiasm.

The two made their way to the local park, hand in hand, enjoying the warmth of the sun on their faces. They strolled along the path, the sound of laughter and birdsong filling the air. The park was alive with families and friends enjoying their weekend.

(Y/n) glanced up at her father, admiration shining in her eyes. "Dad, do you remember when we used to do this all the time?" she asked, a nostalgic smile playing on her lips.

Jefferson nodded, his gaze filled with love and nostalgia. "Of course, (Y/n). Those were some of the best moments of my life," he replied, his voice tinged with sentiment.

They found a cozy spot under a large oak tree and spread out a blanket. Jefferson unpacked a picnic basket, revealing an assortment of sandwiches, fruit, and homemade lemonade. The simple act of sharing a meal together brought them closer, their laughter filling the air.

As they ate, (Y/n) couldn't help but marvel at her father's wisdom and warmth. She admired his unwavering support and the way he encouraged her to be true to herself. She cherished the moments they spent together, unafraid to show her love and admiration for her dad.

After their meal, Jefferson pulled out a small notebook and pencil. "Let's play a game, (Y/n). We'll take turns writing down things we appreciate about each other," he suggested, a mischievous smile on his face.

(Y/n) laughed, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "That sounds fun, Dad. You start," she said, handing him the notebook.

Jefferson took a moment to think before writing down his first entry. He passed the notebook to (Y/n), who eagerly read his words of appreciation. Her eyes welled up with tears as she realized the depth of her father's love for her.

As they continued the game, their words flowed freely, each entry a testament to their bond and the admiration they held for each other. The notebook became a treasure trove of memories and affirmations, capturing the essence of their relationship.

Hours passed as they enjoyed each other's company, sharing stories, dreams, and laughter. They played games, took leisurely walks, and even enjoyed a friendly race through the park. In those moments, Miles and his superhero alter-ego seemed distant as (Y/n) and Jefferson reveled in the simplicity and authenticity of their connection.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, (Y/n) and Jefferson made their way back home. They walked hand in hand, their hearts filled with a sense of contentment and love.

As they approached their front door, (Y/n) turned to her father, a genuine smile on her face. "Thank you, Dad, for today. I don't care if I'm a teenager; these moments mean the world to me," she expressed, her voice filled with sincerity.

Jefferson's eyes sparkled with emotion as he pulled (Y/n) into a tight embrace. "You're my precious girl, (Y/n), no matter how old you get. Our daddy-daughter dates will always be special," he replied, his voice filled with love and warmth.

In that embrace, (Y/n) knew that her father's love was unwavering, a guiding light in her life. She treasured their daddy-daughter dates and the memories they created, knowing that their bond would forever be unbreakable.

[littlelioncub43]

How the hell was I able to write for so many characters, oh my goodness

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[weirdo09]

y’all should request some atsv x reader stuff like rio x Jeff x reader perhaps …?

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hii!! So o just started rewatching Once Upon A Time, and I just had a thought about Jefferson omg!!

Would it be okay if I request a Jefferson x fem!reader where she is Emma’s sister (technically twin, but Y/n somehow got sent to a later time than Emma, so she’s in her early 20s so she’s younger than Emma)? After the curse is broken they find her at her barista job and she comes back to Storybook with them (after the Charmings prove they’re her parents and Emma is her sister). Anyways, she moves in with her parents and gets super close with them and the rest of her family (and everyone in storybook) and she happens to meet Jefferson when she’s checking out the bookstore in town? She immediately draws his eyes and he definitely flirts with her!! Anyways, they start dating in secret until her parents come across them cuddling (in Y/n’s defense her parents weren’t supposed to be home yet lol). David being soo protective like he was when he found out Hook was seeing Emma, and Mary being so shook lol, also Emma would be kind of shook too lol after her experience with him. Y/n and Jefferson just really love each other a lot, and his daughter really wants her dad to marry Y/n because she wants her to be her Mom🥹

True Love » Jefferson/Mad Hatter

Pairings: Jefferson x Female Reader

Summary: You and Jefferson find true love in each other shortly after the curse is broken.

Warnings: Fluff, tiny bit of Angst (not Jefferson), language, kissing, crying (happy tears), pet names

A/N: Thank you for the lovely request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

A/N #2: I’m still catching up on Once Upon A Time since I haven’t watched it in a while. I apologize if I get anything wrong.

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

Immediately after the curse was finally broken, Emma went to find her parents with Henry, only to find out that her parents are Prince Charming and Snow White.

“Where’s your sister?” Snow asks.

“Sister? I have a sister?” Emma asks, looking from her mom to her dad.

“You have a twin sister. Her name is Y/N. Although, the curse may have affected her differently.” Charming tells her.

“What do you mean differently?” She asks.

Henry opened his book and flipped to the page you’re on and handed it to Emma. Emma took the book from Henry and read your part of the story. She was taken by surprise by what she read.

“Y/N got sent later in time, but she looks younger than me.” Emma reads aloud, looking up at her parents.

Snow and Charming nodded, confirming it.

“Where is she?” She asks.

“I know where she is.” Henry chimes in.

“Take me to where she is, Henry.” Emma says.

Henry nods with a smile and started walking with Emma, Snow, and Charming following behind him. They didn’t have to walk far. You were working at a coffee shop a street away.

“Where is she?” Emma asks, looking around the coffee shop.

“She’s the lady pouring coffee.” Henry says, pointing at you.

Emma looks over at you, looking at you for a moment before walking over to the counter.

“Hi! What can I get you guys?” You asked politely.

“I- Is there anyway that we can talk to you for a moment?” Emma asks.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before calling one of your coworkers over to take over for you. You followed Emma, Henry, Snow, and Charming to a table and sat down.

“What do you guys want to talk about?” You asked.

“I know this is going to sound crazy and trust me, I thought it was crazy at first too, but I’m your twin sisters and they’re your parents.” Emma tells you.

Your eyebrows shot up. You were caught by surprise.

“What?” You asked, making sure you heard her right.

“It’s true.” Snow says.

You sat there completely speechless. Henry opened his book and flipped it to the page that explains everything.

“This will help.” Henry says, putting the book in front of you.

You read the pages you’re on. The book confirms everything for you. Prince Charming and Snow White are your parents and Emma is your twin sister.

“How is this possible? How are you and I twins if I’m younger than you?” You asked, looking at Emma.

“From what I just learned, there was a curse that was just broken and when it was casted you got sent a little further in time than me.” Emma explains.

“Who casted the spell?” You asked.

“The Evil Queen.” Charming says.

You leaned back against the chair, trying your best to process everything you just learned.

“Everything we’re telling you is true, Y/N.” Snow says.

“It came as a shock to me as well.” Emma says.

“We would like to get to know you, if you’re ok with that.” Charming says.

You thought about it for a moment. You spent your whole life trying to figure out who your parents are and now that they’re sitting in front of you, along with your twin sister, you want to get to know that.

“I would like that.” You say softly, making them smile.

Over the next few months, you got to know your family and you ended up moving in with your parents. Today, you were going to a bookstore. You accidentally bumped into someone when you were trying to open the door to the bookstore.

“I am so sorry!” You apologized. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking.” You say.

“No need to apologize. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking either.” The man says with a small chuckle.

When you looked up at him, you couldn’t help but notice how pretty and how blue his eyes are. You got lost in them.

“Forgive me for staring, but you have very pretty eyes.” You complimented.

“I’m pretty sure all of the prettiness is reserved for you, darling.” He compliments flirtatiously, flashing a smile at you and making you blush. “I’m Jefferson.” He says, holding his hand out for you to shake.

“I’m Y/N.” You introduced yourself, shaking his hand.

“If it’s ok with you, I’d like to take you out on a date.” Jefferson says with a hopeful smile.

“I’d love that.” You smiled.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at 7pm.” He says.

“See you tomorrow.” You smiled.

You walked inside the bookstore with a smile on your face. All you could think about is your date with Jefferson. Instead of buying a book, you went straight home to look for something cute to wear on your date with him tomorrow night.

You and Jefferson got really close after a few dates. Jefferson found out you’re one of the daughters of Snow White and Prince Charming. You found out he has a daughter named Grace who you met the other. Jefferson brought her into the coffee shop you work at for you two to meet and you two get along perfectly. Shortly after meeting Grace, you and Jefferson made it official. Except, your parents don’t know about it. As of right now, you and Jefferson are cuddling in your bedroom.

“Grace really likes you.” Jefferson says, gently rubbing your back.

“I like her too. She’s a great kid.” You say, playing with his scarf.

“She is.” He smiles.

You looked up at him, admiring his handsome features.

“You’re staring, sweetheart.” Jefferson says, looking down at you.

“No I’m not. I’m simply admiring how handsome my boyfriend is.” You say.

“Well, in that case…” He kisses you. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.” He says softly.

You smiled and blushed before leaning up to kiss him softly and passionately. The kiss got cut short when your parents walked in your bedroom.

“Y/N!” Charming says loudly.

You and Jefferson separated from each other to see your parents standing in the doorway of your room.

“Mom, dad, what are you guys doing home early?” You asked, your face red with embarrassment.

“We should be asking you why he’s in your bed.” Charming says, gesturing to Jefferson and narrowing his eyes at him.

To save yourselves from even more embarrassment, Jefferson got off your bed.

“I’ll see myself out.” Jefferson grabbed his jacket. “I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.” He says softly, kissing your cheek.

You gave him a smile and watched him leave.

“Dad, why would you do that?” You asked.

“I didn’t do anything. You had the Mad Hatter over without our permission.” He says.

“Him and I were just cuddling. That’s what boyfriends and girlfriends do.” You say.

Your parent’s eyes went wide when you said that.

“Sweetie, did you say boyfriend and girlfriend?” Snow asks, making sure she heard you right.

Your eyes went wide.

“Yes.” You mumbled.

Charming shook his head and walked out of your room.

“I love him, mom and he loves me.” You tell her. “Don’t make us break up. Him and I are happy together. What we have is true love.” You say.

“I’ll talk to your father.” She says.

You nodded as she walked out of your room.

“Darling?” Snow says softly as she walks in the living room where Charming is.

“I don’t want our daughter dating the Mad Hatter.” Charming says.

“She’s in love and happy with him.” She says.

“He’s a mad man.” He says.

“Don’t you want our daughter to be happy?” She asks.

“Yes. Just not with him.” He says.

“Whether we like it or not, she’s not going to break up with him.” She says.

Charming thought about it for a moment. All he wants is for his daughters to be happy. As much as he doesn’t like Jefferson, he makes you happy.

“Ok, fine.” Charming sighs. “Y/N, come here please!” He calls out.

You went downstairs to the living room where your parents are.

“Are you going to make me break up with Jefferson?” You asked, your eyes tearing up.

“As much as I don’t like him, no. I want you to be happy. You can stay with him.” Charming tells you.

You smiled and hugged both of your parents. They hugged you back and smiled.

“I love you guys so much!” You say.

“I want to give him a talk though.” He says.

“What kind of talk?” You asked.

“I just want to tell him what’s going to happen if he ever breaks your heart.” He says.

“He won’t do that, dad.” You say.

“I just want to be sure.” He says.

The next day, Jefferson and Grace met you at the coffee shop you work at. It’s something they do frequently after Jefferson picks Grace up from school. Jefferson gets Grace a hot chocolate and a treat and gets himself a tea as usual.

“Y/N!” Grace exclaims excitedly.

“Hi, Grace!” You smiled.

Grace ran over to you, greeting you with a hug. Jefferson greeted you with a kiss on your lips.

“How much more does your father hate me?” Jefferson asks.

“Not as much as you’d think. He wants to talk to you.” You say.

You got Jefferson and Grace their drinks and treats. They always sit at a table and wait for you to finish work.

“What does your father want to talk to me about?” Jefferson asks as you, him, and Grace walk inside your parent’s house.

“He just wants to make sure you don’t break my heart.” You say.

“You know I’m not going to do that, sweetheart.” He says, pecking your lips softly.

As a father himself, Jefferson understands why Charming wants to talk to him. He would do the same thing if it were Grace.

“Mom, dad! I’m home!” You announced throughout the house.

You found your parents in the living room.

“Hi, sweetie.” Snow smiles. “Let’s go to the kitchen so your father can talk to Jefferson.” She says.

You nodded and followed your mom to the kitchen with Grace following right beside you.

“Jefferson.” Charming says.

“Charming.” Jefferson says.

There was an awkward silence between the two men for a moment before Charming said something.

“Y/N tells me and Snow that you two are in love.” Charming says.

“That’s right.” Jefferson confirms. “Your daughter makes me happy.” He says.

Charming stared at him for a few seconds to see if he was telling the truth, in which he is.

“You have a daughter so I’m sure you’d say the same thing if the roles were reversed.” Charming begins. “If you break my daughter’s heart, I’ll hurt you in the same way you hurt her.” He says.

“I’m not going to break her heart. I love her and so does my daughter. She’s an amazing influence for Grace.” Jefferson says.

Emma walks in the house, walking in the living room, accidentally interrupting yours and hers dad’s conversation with Jefferson.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I thought mom and Y/N were in here.” Emma says.

“They’re in the kitchen with Grace.” Charming tells her.

Emma nods and looks at Jefferson, narrowing her eyes at him before going to the kitchen.

“Why’s dad talking to Jefferson?” Emma asks as she sat down at the table.

“He wants to tell him to not break my heart.” You say.

“Not to break your heart? What do you mean?” She asks.

“Papa and Y/N are boyfriend and girlfriend.” Grace tells Emma.

A shocked expression formed on Emma’s face when Grace told her that.

“You and Jefferson are dating?” Emma asks.

“Yes.” You answered.

“For how long?” She asks.

“A few weeks.” You answered.

“Maybe you can be my new mom!” Grace chimes in excitedly.

You stared at Grace in surprise when she said that.

“They would have to get married first before she can be your new mom, Grace.” Snow says.

“I know.” Grace smiles.

A few months later, Jefferson asked you to move in with him and Grace, which you happily did. Grace sees how much you and her papa love each other. It makes her happy to see her papa happy.

“Papa, when are you going to ask Y/N to marry you?” Grace asks curiously.

“Some time real soon. Why do you ask, sweetie?” Jefferson asks.

“I want her to be my new mom.” She says.

Jefferson smiles softly at his daughter.

“Are you sure that’s what you want, baby?” He asks softly.

“Yes!” She answers, nodding her head eagerly. “I love her like she’s my mom!” She says.

“I love her too.” He smiles. “I’m going to show you something, but you have to promise to not tell Y/N.” He says.

“I promise, papa!” She promises.

Jefferson took a small box out of his pocket and opened it, showing Grace the diamond ring in it.

“Is this for Y/N?” Grace whispers.

“Yes. What do you think of it?” Jefferson asks softly.

“It’s shiny and pretty. Y/N will love it.” She smiles.

“I hope she will.” He smiles.

Jefferson closed the small box and put it back in his pocket at the same time you walked in the living room.

“I was wondering where you two were.” You say as you sat down on the couch.

“Papa and I were talking about you.” Grace says.

“All good things I hope.” You say.

“All good things.” Jefferson smiles. “Grace, can you play in your room for a little bit? I have to talk to Y/N about something important.” He says.

Grace nods before carefully sliding off the couch and went to her room to play.

“I have to ask you an important question, my love.” Jefferson says softly.

You watched as Jefferson stood up and got a small box out of his pocket. He got down on one knee in front of you. You gasped softly when he opened the small box, revealing a beautiful diamond ring.

“When we met, I knew we’d be together forever. I know how true our love for each other is. I love what a great mother figure for Grace. I love you with all of my heart. Will you marry me?” He asks.

“Yes!” You answered, happy tears rolling down your cheeks.

Jefferson smiles widely and put the ring on your finger. He then kissed you passionately, gently cupping your cheeks.

“Let’s tell Grace.” Jefferson almost whispers.

You nodded and stood up. You two walked hand in hand to Grace’s bedroom to see her playing with her new stuffed bunny.

“Grace, we have amazing news.” Jefferson says.

“What is it?” Grace asks, putting her bunny down.

“Your papa and I are getting married.” You tell her, showing her your engagement ring.

Grace squeals happily and gave you two a hug.

“Does this mean I can call you mom or mama?” Grace asks curiously, looking up at you.

“Of course you can, sweetie.” You smiled. “I want you to know that I’m not replacing your real mom in any way.” You say softly.

“I know.” She almost whispers. “I love you, papa. I love you, mama.” She says, still hugging you and Jefferson.

“We love you too, sweetie.” You and Jefferson say in union softly.

Later that same day, you were laying in bed, admiring your engagement ring with a smile on your face.

“Mrs. Mad Hatter suits perfectly, don’t you think?” Jefferson says with a smile on his face.

“It’s absolutely perfect.” You almost whispered.

Jefferson got in bed next to you and kissed you sweetly.

“You’re going to be an amazing mom to Grace.” He says softly.

“I think so too.” You say.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He murmurs softly, kissing you softly.

“I love you too, my Mad Hatter.” You whispered, kissing him back.

🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩

-Bucky’s Doll

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Jefferson (OUAT) Drabbles & One Shots

updated November 23 2024

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Born This Way || Summary: Jefferson is amused that even after centuries after being turned, still, you struggle with a feeding bag.

Castle Dauntings || Summary: He captured you when you were too young to understand what imprisonment was. Over time, the evil creature found his heart after all.

A Child's Smile || Summary: you return home to tell Jefferson a deep secret.

Cinnamon Tea || Summary: Jefferson kills his most trusted, before warnings you of your final days by his side.

Delirium || Summary: Jefferson kills you after finding out you lied to him

Dreams Come Alive || Summary: You awaken only to discover years have passed, and you're no longer in the car with your parents.

I Guess I'm In Love || Summary:  jefferson and you sit back and talk about feelings

I See You Now || Summary: you finally catch sight of the monster living in the forest.

Necklaces and Sympathy || Summary: Stolen love and possessions can make a man kill with no mercy

Old Friends || Summary: You’re caught stealing by an old friend.

One Day at a Time || Summary: Jefferson needs reassurance

Safe With Me || Summary: Jefferson watches over you while you sleep.

Strings of Fate || Summary: You have no idea what you do to the man in power.

A Sweetened Taste || Summary: you discover that man your in love with has a deep secret

Tales of the Night || Summary: Jefferson bestows you a visit.

What Are You? || Summary: Surely, you’re not a demon…?

[axeoverblade]

BYE TO ADD MORE TO THIS YK WHEN U GET SCREAMED AT AND U SHUT THE DOOR ALL QUIET BUT THEN U CUSS AT THE DOOR SILENTLY ALL MAD 😭😭😭

MILES N HIS ROOM:

THINKING ABOUT…

1610! Miles and how his attitude almost ended his life…

Rio continued, flaring her arms around with Jeff cross-armed behind her, looming over Miles as he sat on the living room couch with his head down. “Miles you need to take this seriously! Do you know what happens to people who don’t value their-” “Damn I get it!” Miles cut her off, sticking his hand up at her to stop her talking.

Three.

Jeff eyes budged out there sockets, his eyebrows furrowing at his son.

Two.

Miles mouth pursed into a thin line with a wince. He looked up at his mom wide-eyed, lowering his hand.

One.

Rio looked around the room trying to find “who in. the. hell. are you talking to?!” She yelled, looking back sternly at Miles. “I am N O T one of your little friends, you hear me?” She flicked him hard on his forehead, causing him to let out a soft ‘ow’.

“Gimme your phone.” She stared at him blankly. “mami it was an accident-”

“Now.”

Miles sighed defeated, pulling his phone out his pocket, handing it over.

“And you’re grounded. Go to your room. ”

Bonus:

Rio and Jeff watched as Miles sulked away to the confines of his bedroom, shutting the door softly to insure there was no more conflict.

“You’re lucky that’s all that’s happening Miles!” Jeff screamed out to the abyss, accusingly pointing his finger at Miles door.

Rio turned to her husband “This is your fault!”

Jeff gasped, opening his arms and looking around confused “wha-me? What did I do?!”

©axeoverblade

I could feel Miles heart drop through the screen guys 😭‼️

Jeff when Miles said that:

[koolaidmansbabymama]

Y'ALL CAN SOMEONE MAKE A SMUT ABOUT UNCLE AARON OR JEFFERSON DAVIS. LAWWWWWDDD THOSE MEN MAKE MY PUSSY STREAM A FUCKIN WATERFALL. MY LEGS FUCKIN SHAKE WHEN I SEE THEM. Ouuu and Aaron's sexy bald ass head 😩 and Davis' big ass muscles 😫. I WANNA RIDE THEY ASS TIL MY FUCKIN HAIR FOLLICLES FALL OUT. I JUST WANT THEM SO FUCKIN BADDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. MILES' WHOLE FUCKIN BLOODLINE IS SO FINE AND FOR WHATTTTTT?

[florencemtrash]

Club Rats and Cigarettes: Part II

Azriel x Modern Reader

Summary: When Azriel stumbles into a new world with his brothers, the last thing he expects to find is a mate. But she has a hell of a way of making a first impression, and Azriel can't help but fall in love with someone who feels familiar in a strange world.

Warnings: Violence, mentions of drug use

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Author's note: Y'all... I'm just trying to get back into writing after disappearing off the face of the earth... so here's part II! Y/n's cat is about to play a huge role in all of this

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Y/n had gone to bed hoping she’d been drugged at the club (that was the first and only time she would ever think such a thing). That alone might explain how she’d been persuaded to bring three grown men home, decorated with enough weapons to arm a small battalion. But perhaps it had all been some acid-laced dream and she would step outside her bedroom to the sight of an empty living room and a very disgruntled Jefferson at her heels. 

But alas, she had gone to bed sober, and woke up to two Illyrians passed out on the floor and one Shadowsinger thumbing through her bookshelf.

“What is this?” Cassian squatted in front of the microwave, nose pressed up against glass as his breakfast spun in lazy circles. Steam shot out from beneath saran wrap and he watched mesmerized as tingles of electricity sang through the air and set the hair on his neck alight. He could taste the energy on his tongue, along with leftover chicken tikka masala from the one Indian restaurant fifteen minutes away. 

Y/n shot him an odd glance from the kitchen table, pouring herself a cup of coffee with a sigh. It was becoming easier and easier to believe that they were from another world as they fawned over her kitchen appliances, beaten and used as they were. Just this morning, Rhys had taken an hour-long shower, content to stand beneath the assault of boiling hot water until his skin was red and spotted from heat. “I need this in the River House,” he’d declared with an air that spoke of royalty, standing in the hallway with nothing but a towel wrapped low around his waist. Y/n’s face had burned brighter than the sun and Azriel had growled so low Jefferson scowled and scampered away.

“It’s a microwave,” Y/n explained, rubbing at her temples.  

“What does it do?” Cassian opened the small door and hissed when the dish burned his fingertips. A common mistake — though he wouldn’t know that. 

“Heats up food. Pops popcorn. Blows up if you put metal in it.” 

Azriel grabbed his brother’s wrist before he could get any ideas about tossing a spoon into the microwave. “That was not an invitation to try,” Azriel hissed in warning. He was embarrassed enough about his conduct the night before. The last thing he needed was for one of his brothers to blow up his mate’s home. 

Cassian hummed in curiosity, shoving a spoonful of leftover takeout into his mouth and groaning at the taste. He sank into a plastic IKEA chair beside Y/n with a strangled sound of contentment. Nothing in Prythian tasted like this, and unlike the Human Lands, the food here had flavor to it, albeit of an artificial variety. 

Azriel was quick to fill up his plate. He didn’t want Y/n to stand up and offer him anything. Gods, he’d have a heart attack if she offered him so much as a teaspoon of sugar. He even managed to heat it up all by himself, fumbling with the buttons before finally setting the timer for 2 minutes, as she continued to eye him warily over her cup. 

He’d given her a sheath to accompany the knife he’d gifted her and she wore it now slung across her hip. It did not suit the sweatpants and old college t-shirt she wore, but she couldn’t deny she felt better with it close by. Soon he’d have to teach her how to use it properly. 

“If you really want to conduct that experiment, I could probably find a half-usable microwave down at the landfill for you to blow up.” 

Cassian’s eyes lit up with eagerness and Azriel scowled at him once more. Rhysand stalked into the kitchen, hair still dripping onto last night’s clothes. Violet eyes recklessly appraised her house, but if he was judging her 70s floral wallpaper dull with discoloration and time, he was doing a damn good job of hiding it. With a lazy flick of his wrists the stovetop burners lit up with a click and a flare of fire. First he applied his magic too strongly and the hiss of gas tinged the air. But after a strong-worded reprimand from Azriel, he tempered his control over the new, unfamiliar magic. 

Rhysand touched the flame without fear, capturing a flicker in his palms before letting it fizzle out. It was a strange magic the humans used. It touched everything without them even realizing that’s what it was. Y/n had used it to start her car the night before, and had used it this morning to brew her coffee and answer the flurry of messages that appeared on the little black box she carried everywhere. Rhysand couldn’t help but reflect on the strange world they’d arrived in once again. 

Azriel ate standing and Y/n sensed he was not one for relaxation. Constantly vigilant, the twisting of his shadows betrayed what his rock-still body did not. He was searching with his golden eyes, and Y/n found he was the one her eyes stuck to like a mouse on a glue trap. 

His nails were cut short and clean, but his hands were cracked, dry, and horribly scarred — his one and only glaring imperfection. He leaned casually against the wall, content to hide in the shadows of the fridge, but his jaw was clenched. He seemed like he was doing everything he could not to meet her gaze, but everytime she moved, his eyes followed her. Hands twitching by his side or against his breakfast plate as she twisted in her seat or poured another cup. 

“So,” she began carefully. The pouring of coffee splintered throughout the room. “What the fuck am I meant to do with you now?”

Rhysand chuckled, as if he too recognized the absurdity of the situation as he took the remaining chair at the table beside Jefferson and Cassian. Two Illyrians, a half-breed, a human, and her hideous feline companion. If only Feyre could see them now… 

The fat cat hissed, maw split open in a dark scowl. He leapt off his seat cushion, settling precariously in Y/n’s lap as he eyed his three victims. Just one taste. He reminded himself. And I will know their devices. It was the gift that had been bestowed upon him by Master. 

Normally, Jefferson the Cat would find an hour or two to disappear into the night and answer to Them, but the arrival of such dangerous guests had stolen that opportunity from him. He longed to slink into the darkness, to chase after the tendrils of power that lingered in the woods and to reveal all that he knew, for he was a good spy. But he was a better protector and could not bear to leave his Y/n in such horrific company. 

The three brothers looked at one another cautiously and Jefferson could only reflect on how they were so similar in their colorings, yet so different. 

“We don’t… we don’t have a plan.” Cassian admitted, finally giving his spoon a rest and rubbing the back of his neck. “We were hoping you might think of something.”

“Me?” 

“Elain told us there would be a Maker of some kind waiting here for us. Someone who could expect our arrival and arm us with what we need to defeat Koschei.”

Y/n scoffed. “That’s so fucking vague.” 

Rhysand smirked. “When considering interdimensional travel, what more could you expect?”

“So what’s stopping you from using your magic to find the Maker.” She wiggled her fingers in the air and Rhysand tried not to be offended. “Surely a High Lord or whatever you are is powerful enough to find him.” 

Rhysand’s expression soured. “The magic of this world is different from ours in a way that’s… interfering with our usual abilities.”

“Like?”

“Like how I can’t read your mind.” 

Y/n immediately reared back from Rhysand’s violet gaze, finding a patch of silver fur on Jefferson’s coat to distract herself with. “Well excuse me for finding that a relief.” Jefferson hummed in agreement, pushing his head into her open palm. “So your magic’s on the fritz and you’re stuck in an unfamiliar world with nothing but the name of “the Maker” to guide you home.”

“Do you know anything about him?” Rhysand leaned forward expectantly. 

Y/n remained unsmiling. “No. Sorry to disappoint. The uh… Maker is not someone I know personally.” 

He combed through his hair and somehow the strands fell perfectly back into place. It was annoying how handsome he was, like he belonged on the cover of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalogue. Y/n blinked, suddenly glad that he couldn’t hear her thoughts. He seemed like the kind whose arrogance would scarf up a comment like that. 

“Anyone else you could direct us to? Lords, Ladies, Kings, and Queens, or—”

“Life doesn’t work that way here. We’ve all but done away with royalty.” 

“Then someone else. Whoever governs this place.” 

Y/n snorted. She gathered Jefferson in her arms and disappeared to her bedroom, reemerging with a slender tablet in her hands that she opened like a book. The screen glowed ominously before transforming into a host of words jumbled together. Azriel got a glimpse of the word “Google” before she was slamming her fingers on the keys faster than he could register. 

She showed them the man who governed this place — America, she called it — and all three frowned deeply. 

“I see.” Rhysand grumbled. 

Their disappointment did not go away when she showed them Congress. It got worse when she actually got around to explaining everything. 

“No gods?” Azriel asked. He leaned over her shoulder, one arm planted on the table so she could have turned around and kissed his stretched neck if she wanted to. 

“I mean… yes and no? We have gods, but it’s not exactly like we can speed dial them.” 

“What does—” He shook his head, “Nevermind.” 

Jefferson flicked his tail. Master was a god. Is a god. He put all his weight on his front paw, sinking it deep into Y/n’s stomach until she was grimacing in pain and lifting him into her arms. 

Jefferson eyed the curve of Azriel’s neck, claws inching forward out of his velvety paw when the doorbell rang. Then rang again.

Y/n swore, shuffling the Illyrians into the kitchen and out of sight of the front door before opening the peep hole.

Azriel snuck up behind her quiet as night, and slid a knife into her palm. “Just in case,” he murmured.

She startled at the heavy weight of the blade and looked at him incredulously, fighting to suppress a smile. “I’m not about to murder a Mormon. Now hide.” 

What’s a Mormon? Cassian mouthed. He held a broadsword in a loose grip, bouncing on his feet as he prepared for what may come. An uninvited guest was a threat, and Cassian was all too familiar with the kinds of dangers that liked to visit the homes of young women.

Azriel shrugged, joining his brothers around the corner and out of sight. 

“Hello!” A cheery, male voice called from just out of sight. Azriel couldn’t help but seethe. His hands twitched around the handle of his knife as the soapy, clean smell of the stranger invaded Y/n’s home. 

A thin, lanky frame stood straight as a needle in the doorway, crisp clean shirt and black tie decorating an otherwise bland and pale figure. Sandy blonde hair was brushed back from a freckled brow and framed a long face with a brilliantly white and straight smile. Azriel had never seen a human with teeth so uniform. 

“How are you doing today?” The male touched his hand to his chest, clutching a leather-bound book in the other, “I’m Brother—” 

“Hey,” Y/n dropped her voice low and sweet, “I have company over and can’t listen right now. Come again later?”

“Oh, I’m sorry I—” 

“Yes, yes, apology accepted.” She could hear the fake politeness in her own voice — plastic and lifeless. But she had more pressing concerns at the moment.  

She gently ushered the man down the walkway, watching carefully as he made his way down the street to the neighbor’s place before shutting the door with a definitive thud and declaring, “I need another coffee.” 

Azriel sprang forward, “Allow me.” There was an extra touch of eagerness to his voice. He snagged the empty coffee cup from the table before she could protest and poured her a cup adding in sugar and cream exactly to her liking. He even stirred his spoon the way she liked — three times counter clockwise, once clockwise, before tapping the lip of the mug twice. He’d been paying careful attention to her all morning, and it paid off when she took her first sip and realized, with shock, that it was perfect. 

“Thank you,” she murmured, closing her eyes and sighing. 

He tipped his head forward in the ghost of a bow, eyes catching on the swish of tail and acid-yellow silts narrowing in contempt at him as Jefferson wrapped around Y/n’s legs. Then the cat pounced. 

Jefferson leapt into Azriel’s arms with a howl, swiping at the Illyrian’s face and neck with vengeance. There was a flash of claws and a thin line of blood appeared on Azriel’s cheek. 

“JEFFERSON!” Y/n shouted. Azriel calmly held onto the cat’s thick torso, holding out the spitting creature at arms length as it writhed and screamed. “I’m so, so sorry.” Apologies continued to spill from your mouth as you hauled Jefferson away. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” 

The cat only hissed with his eyes locked firmly on the Shadowsinger. 

Azriel swore there was satisfaction in the cat’s gaze as Jefferson brought one paw up to his mouth and licked the drop of blood from his claws. 

Immediately the cat’s slitted eyes blew open until they were nearly black. 

Oh… Master would not like this. Beyond the Master, he did not like this. 

The cat began to whine, clawing at Y/n’s clothes like he was convinced she would abandon him. You cannot have her, Shadowsinger! He thought with venom. You cannot take her away! He meowed desperately, crawling into Y/n’s shirt through the neck hole. 

Rhysand cocked his head to the side, reaching out with his magic at the cat that was acting very un-cat-like. There was something there, some magic, clinging to the creature like a piece of armor. Rhysand could feel it wrapping around the beast, coiling and uncoiling and burning with light. Breathing.

“Y/n?” The High Lord asked carefully. The young woman was too busy soothing the beast to hear him the first time around. “Y/n.”  

“What?” 

“Where did you get that cat?” 

“Really, Rhys? That’s what you’re focused on right now?” Cassian scoffed, crossing his arms.

 “Please answer the question, darling.” 

Azriel and Y/n both frowned at the use of that pet name. 

“I got him the way most people get cats.” She shrugged, “I found him in the backyard.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah. I found him a week after my previous cat died. Jefferson was scratching at the window frame for hours until I finally woke up and let him inside. He’s been with me ever since.”  

“Interesting.” Rhysand poked at where Jefferson bulged under her shirt. If he didn’t know any better he would say Jefferson was protecting Y/n with his body, covering her heart with his own. “Could I see the cat please?” 

Reluctantly, Jefferson let Y/n pull him out of her shirt and present him to the High Lord of the Night Court. Rhysand held him loosely in the crook of his arm and pulled out a knife, pricking the tip of his pointer finger before presenting it to the cat. 

“No claws necessary.” He said as the cat took a tentative lick, then bit down for good measure. 

Y/n watched all of this with a mixture of fascination and detached horror as Cassian did the same. Jefferson licked his lips, regarding them with less suspicion and more disdain. He would need to go see Master. Now. He was in desperate need of revelation if he was to care for Y/n. But this time, he could rest easier knowing Y/n was in good hands. Although he only possessed the brain of a feline, incapable of grasping the enormity of a mating bond, he knew that so long as Y/n was with the Shadowsinger, she would be safe. At the very least she would not be the first to die. 

Jefferson jumped down Cassian’s arms with a firm kick to the warrior’s chest, slunk towards the front door and with startling dexterity, unlocked, then opened the door all on his own. 

“Jefferson…” 

The cat turned, tail high in the air like an antennae and meowed his goodbyes, blinking slowly at his charge. 

Fear not. He purred, although he knew Y/n was not so enlightened as to understand him. I will not leave you to these plebeians for long. 

He took off for the woods, his form warping and changing as he went. He seemed to grow, then shrink. His fur turning black, then gold, then back to silver. But before Y/n could fully comprehend what she was happening to her fucking cat, he melted into a beam of sunlight and flickered out of existence. 

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