Jefferson (Hatter) x Reader - Jefferson x Y/N - Once Upon A Time Fan-fiction
You're Alice, at least you were before 'The Curse'. Now you're Y/N a girl who runs a flower shop in Storybrooke, a little mad but perfectly lovely.
Jefferson's curse was...
It felt like years but it could only have been months, or was it? You were no longer sure of anything any more. You had moved into Jefferson's house, each day you would both wake, search for the hole in which you came through, find that wonderland had changed its layout again and then come home. In that time you'd become inseparable. Even at the regular tea parties the others had noticed.
"You cannot fix a watch with butter" you laughed joyfully as the March Hare began to spread butter into his pocket watch.
"He may not be able to fix a watch with butter, but you can fix a broken heart with love" the Cheshire Cat appeared out of nowhere resting his chin on your shoulder and giving you a fright.
"You know I don't believe I will ever get used to that" it made you jump every time he did it, much to Jeffersons amusement.
"Anyway what are you on about, Hare isn't broken hearted about his watch, he'll always be late regardless" you finished setting up the table for when Dum and Dee arrive.
"I wasn't talking about the white rabbit, or the March hare, or indeed any animal at all" the cat purred swirling around and disappearing into a cloud of smoke and then popping back up at his seat on the table. "I was talking about you and the Hatter..." the grin on the cats face widened more than you though it was possible as he saw the slight shock and then realisation in your face.
"I don't lo....oh my...perhaps I do"
"Do what?" Jefferson came up behind you spinning you around. "The table looks good"
"I erm nothing, thank you" you smile up at him. "You, you keep this to yourself!" you hissed quietly at the Cheshire Cat who put a paw to his mouth and let out a chuckle.
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It had come to light late one night whist he was busying himself with a black and purple silk hat that there was more to the Jefferson than you had ever realised.
"You really want to perfect that hat don't you?" you stand in the doorway of the room. You never went in, not wanting to disturb his peace but today, he'd been off, not as affectionate with you and slightly more erratic than usual so you went to him.
"Its late, shouldn't you be asleep and well...not in my face?" he retorted not looking away from the hat. You decided to ignore the comment.
"Jefferson, please tell me what's wrong?" you make your way over to the desk and sit down next to him. He shifts away slightly.
"God damn it Hatter!" you grab the hat and launch it across the room and then pull his stunned face towards you with your hands. "You've been hiding something and its about time you tell me because I love you and I want to help you!" You hadn't meant for that last bit to come out your mouth, in fact you hadn't meant for it to come out at all. Nice one Alice, declare your love and frighten your only proper friend away you think to yourself.
