Once Upon a Time x Reader One Shots

Jefferson - Family

A/N: OUAT roleplay?

Your eyes fluttered open and you hummed softly, adjusting to being awake. The room was dim thanks to Jefferson's dark curtains, blocking the sunlight from your sensitive eyes. Feeling a warmth pressed against your side, you turned and a grin split your lips at the sight that met you. There lied Jefferson, sleeping peacefully, his brown locks tussled and his mouth slightly agape, his arms wrapped around you as though he were afraid to let you go. You untangled a hand from the sheets and reached out to gently rest it on his face, your thumb rubbing softly at the skin of his cheek. He hummed in his sleep and unconsciously leaned into your hand. You swore a soft purring noise came from his throat. Chuckling softly, you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his nose.

This was your life now, and you were so grateful. During the effects of the curse, you'd felt lost and lonely, like a part of you was missing, but you couldn't figure out what it was. Everyone in Storybrooke was kind to you, but you still felt isolated from the rest of the town. After the curse broke, your immediate thought was Jefferson, and you realized that he had been the missing piece to your puzzled heart. He sought you out immediately, and you two had been together ever since. Grace even looked up to you as a mother.

While you were lost in thought, Jefferson murmured softly and stirred beside you. You turned to look at him and were met with his beautiful blue eyes staring back at you. You grinned and pecked his lips, giggling when he replied tiredly. He broke the kiss to let out a yawn, ducking his head so he didn't yawn directly in your face. You then curled into his arms, tucking your head into his neck, pressing a kiss to the skin there. He hummed softly and tightened his arms around you, one hand coming up to play with your hair.

Your moment of peace was shortlived. Before too long, a very energetic nine-year-old girl came bounding into your shared bedroom, throwing herself onto the bed so she could wake up her father. Jefferson chuckled and sat up, reluctantly removing his arms from you, and wrapped Grace in a "good morning" hug. When he let her go, she launched herself at you, wrapping her arms around your neck. You let out a laugh and returned the gesture, holding her in your lap.

"Are you hungry, Grace?" Jefferson asked, ruffling her braided hair.

"Yes!" she cried happily, climbing off your lap and jumping off the bed. She grabbed her father's hand and tugged, pulling a laughing Jefferson after her. He turned and smiled at you, following Grace down the hall to the kitchen. You slid out of bed and pulled on some shorts and one of Jefferson's shirts before following the two.

"What do you want for breakfast?" you asked the both of them. You smiled, noticing that Jefferson had already put the kettle on the stove to boil.

"French toast!" Grace replied. You nodded and began gathering ingredients, as well as a frying pan and a mixing dish.

"And bacon?" Jefferson added with a hopeful look in his eye. You chuckled and nodded, and he rushed to the freezer to pull out the package of bacon.

You set to work cooking breakfast while Jefferson retrieved the kettle from the stove and poured the steaming water into three mugs. Knowing what everyone liked, he placed the appropriate tea bag in each cup before delivering it to its drinker. You smiled in appreciation, turning to peck the corner of his mouth before he made his way back to the table.

When breakfast was done, you plated it up and set plates in front of Jefferson and Grace. You then grabbed one for yourself, loading your French toast with your favorite topping. You sat between the two of them, smiling as they wolfed down their food. They'd always loved your cooking. When you were done with your food, you sipped your tea and simply sat with the two of them, glad that you could call them family.

"What should we do today?" you inquired, looking at Jefferson.

"I told Grace we'd go shopping to get her a new dress for her birthday party," he replied, reaching for your hand atop the table. You smiled and let him take it, lacing your fingers.

"That sounds wonderful," you commented. You loved doing things with Grace, and you loved that she let you. It made you feel like part of the family. "When should we leave?"

"Can we leave now?" she asked hopefully. You giggled and nodded, and she fled to her room so she could change clothes.

"I suppose we have to get dressed now," Jefferson mused, standing and tugging you up with him.

"We do," you agreed, letting him lead you back to the bedroom. He paused inside, standing before you with his hands on your hips.

"I love you," he murmured, brushing his nose against yours.

"I love you too," you returned, tilting your head up to claim his lips.