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chasingmidnights · 2 years

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Toto, I Have a Feeling We're Not in Kansas Anymore

Title: Toto, I Have a Feeling We’re Not in Kansas Anymore

Summary: When Jefferson finds himself not in Storybrooke any more, he stumbles into your small bookstore. When he tells you his story, you’re not sure if you believe him or not. However, Jefferson can sense that there’s something different about you and if you believe, you might be his way back home.

Warnings: I don’t think there’s really any that’s too major, just some angst and mentions of a passed loved one. I do apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read.

Author’s Note: This one is a little long, I was just enjoying myself too much with writing it so I may have gotten a little carried away. But I hope you enjoy it!

Wordcount: 2,538

Jefferson groaned as he sat up, rubbing his head as he did so. “Well, that didn’t go as planned.” He mumbled to himself.

Standing up on wobbly knees, he takes a quick look around at his surroundings. Once stable, he reaches over to pick up his large top hat and brushes the dirt off of it before placing it on his head. He continued to look around and realized he was surrounded by nothing but thick forest. He fixes himself up the best that he can before trying to find his way out of the forest. When he finally exits the forest, he comes to a paved road. He lets out a huff of air before deciding which way to go. As he travels down the road, he thinks to himself how badly he messed up with his portal jumping. He was a bit rusty at it since living in Storybrooke, where magic was rare. He was trying to go back to their land but that clearly didn’t work. He was now no longer in Storybook and he definitely wasn’t in the Enchanted Forest.

When he came to a small town, he stopped to read the welcoming sign, Knockemstiff. He knew people were staring at him as he walked down on the sidewalk but he didn’t care. They knew he was an outsider just on the way he dressed. He was wearing a long, men’s peacoat with the lapels neatly folded back so that the black satin was showing. There were bronze buttons that go down on either side, right underneath the lapels. His black patterned dress vest peeks through just enough so that you can barely make out the pattern. Hidden just underneath the vest is a dark purple dress shirt that he has paired with a burgundy scarf that has the most intricate designs on it. The bottom of the scarf is tucked into his vest. He has all of this paired with leather pants that fit him like a glove and a pair of black combat boots. And his most favorite item sitting proudly on top of his head, his top hat which also has a burgundy scarf wrapped around the base.

He didn’t care that the small minded people of this town stared, he wasn’t planning on being here long. Not if he could help it. He also didn’t care that just down the street in a sheriff’s cruiser was the sheriff of Knockemstiff, Lee Bodecker. Lee took a long drag of his cigarette as he watched the newcomer strut about his town like he owned the place. Lee blew the smoke out of the window as he watched the stranger backtrack and go into the local bookstore. He took another drag before flicking the rest of the cigarette out of the window and stepping out of the cruiser. No way was he letting some outsider corrupt his buttercup. You weren’t really his, but one day he was going to make you his.

The doorbell to your bookstore dinged, signaling someone had entered your shop. You groaned as you struggled with some boxes in the back storage room. You turned around to find a spot for the two boxes you were holding and you completely missed the stack next to you. The stacked boxes fell instantly, making a loud bang and causing you to curse. Defeated, you dump the boxes that you’re holding amongst the others and decide to go out to the front. You stop in your tracks when you’re greeted by the most beautiful man. His piercing blue eyes going right through you. He urgently walks up to you and within seconds you can feel his warm breath fanning over your face. You search each other’s eye before the stranger speaks up.

“I need your help.”

You’re completely stunned by this stranger’s statement that all you can do is stare at him with your mouth agape. It takes you a few moments before you snap out of your stunned state, shaking your head to get rid of any fuzziness. “M-my help? Are you looking for a particular book?”

The stranger chuckles at your response and a smirk tugs up at the corner of his pink, plump lips. But before he can get a response out, the doorbell chimes again. A sigh slips from the both of you at the interruption. You peer around the stranger to see who has entered the shop. To your dismay, it was Sheriff Bodecker who had entered. You straighten up as you go to greet him, taking a deep breath before leaving the stranger.

“Afternoon Sheriff, is there something that I can help you with today?” You inquire, putting on your best customer service voice.

“Just checking in on ya buttercup.” Lee responds, is Ohioan drawl coming out.

You cringe at the nickname that he’s bestowed upon you along with the stench of cigarette smoke that’s permeated the shop. You plaster on a fake, tight-lipped smile. “Everything’s just fine, Sheriff Bodecker.”

Lee scrunches up his face at your formality before he looks over at the newcomer. Lee darts daggers at him for watching this whole exchange, he wants nothing more than to wipe the smug smirk off of his face. “Who do we have here? I don’t believe I’ve seen you around town before.” Lee pushes his way around you and walks up to the other man.

Jefferson stands tall and his face becomes stoic. “The name’s Jefferson and I’m just visiting. Won’t be here any longer than I have to be sheriff.”

You squeeze in between the two men with your back facing Jefferson and you put a hand up. “Unless there’s anything else sheriff, I would appreciate it if you would stop harassing my customers. He’s done nothing wrong.”

A tense silence fills the room before Lee decides to leave. He nods his head briskly before heading towards the door of the shop. Before he exits, he turns and says one last thing. “Let me know if you need anything buttercup, have a good day.” He glances back at Jefferson, narrowing his gaze at him once more before yanking open the shop door to leave.

You let out the breath that you had been holding before turning around to face Jefferson. “I’m sorry about that, what were you needing help with?”

You walk behind the front counter and start to tidy things up a bit. Jefferson walks up to the counter, placing his hands on top of it.

“I need your help getting back to my land.”

You stop what you’re doing and look up at him, your face scrunches up in confusion. “Back to your land? Where are you from?”

“Originally, the Enchanted Forest but a curse brought myself and others to this land. I was trying to get back to the Enchanted Forest but it didn’t go quite as planned. But I believe you might be able to help me.” Jefferson explains in one quick breath. He tries to read your facial expression to see if you believe him.

You tilt your head at the man in front of you as you arch an eyebrow. “Okay, let’s say I believe you. What do you expect me to do about it?”

Jefferson removes his hat so that the crown of the hat is sitting on the counter and the underbrim is facing upward. “I need you to help me to get it to work. You see, my hat is a portal and can take me to different lands but it needs magic to work properly.”

You look down at the hat and examine it, very skeptical of what Jefferson is saying. You pick up the hat and peer inside of it before examining the rest of this so-called magic hat. “It doesn’t look like a portal. It just looks like a hat.” You shrug your shoulders and set the hat back down.

“That’s because a hat without magic is just a hat.” Jefferson snips back, rolling his eyes.

You both let out a huff of air. But before either of you can continue with the conversation, the bell to the shop dings signaling a new customer. You look up to see Mrs. Walker and look back at Jefferson. “Look, I close in a couple of hours. Why don’t you browse around or have a seat somewhere while I work. Then once the store closes, I can make us some dinner and see if I can’t help you out more.”

Jefferson looks down and sighs. He then picks up his hat and places it back on his head. “I’m holding you to that.” He then walks away from the counter and begins to peruse the quaint bookshop. He hears you greet the other customer as he explores the isles.

You kept your word to Jefferson, inviting him upstairs to your small apartment once you had locked up the shop. While you made dinner, he told you more about the Enchanted Forest, about Storybrooke, and about his daughter Grace. He told you more about how the portal messed up because there wasn’t enough magic and that’s how he landed here. He wanted nothing more than to get back to his daughter. And you wanted nothing more than to believe him but there was a part of you that just couldn’t. You took the last bite of your pasta, taking a swig of juice to wash it down before speaking up.

“Look, I want to believe you, I do but it just seems really far fetched.”

Jefferson lets out a huff. “Trust me, I know. It’s hard enough to live in a land where you don’t belong, but knowing it, holding conflicting realities in your head will drive you mad.”

You search his eyes, glancing back and forth between them. You then remember something your grandma believed in and was very enthusiastic about, magic. Before she passed away, she gave you some of her most valuable items. She claimed that there was real magic in them, even though they were simple trinkets. You sit back in your chair and shake your head in disbelief.

“I’ll be right back.”

You then got up from your chair and walked straight to your bedroom closet. You pulled down the small, decorative box containing the magic items and carried it back out to the tiny dining space. Carefully, you set the box down on the table as you push aside your bowl. Jefferson tilted his head and furrowed his brows as he looked at the box you had brought out.

“What is that?” He questions.

You ran a hand over the top of the decorative box. “Some things that my grandma left, she believed that they had magic in them.”

“Don’t you see? You were meant to help me.” Jefferson claims, leaning forward and grabbing your hand.

A spark sends shockwaves through your body when he connects your hand with yours. You look down at where your hands meet and an object begins to go berzerk inside of the box causing it to shake. You use your free hand to lift the lid of the box and an object begins to float out of it. A gasp escapes your lips and you involuntarily jerk your hand away from Jefferson’s. The object then drops back into the box and you reach in for the object. It was your grandmother’s ring and you place it on the palm of your hand and hold it out for Jefferson to see. However, you are once again interrupted, with a knock at your back door.

“Expecting company?” Jefferson inquires, tilting his head.

“No.” You set the ring down on the table before getting up to answer the door.

When you open the door, you’re surprised to see Sheriff Bodecker. “Sheriff, is there a problem?” You do your best to block Jefferson, using the door as a shield.

Jefferson couldn’t help the eye roll once you had announced who it was. He adjusts the chair and himself so that way he is facing the kitchen. He sits back in his chair and props one leg up over his knee. He rests one arm on the back of the chair and the other on the table.

“How’s your evening buttercup?” Lee asks, eyeing you up and down.

A shiver goes up your spine and not in a good day. “It’s just fine, thank you. Look, I’m sorry but right now isn’t a good time.”

“Everything alright?” Lee arches an eyebrow.

“Of course. I just have some company over and I should be getting back to them.” You reply, giving him a tight-lipped smile.

“Alright then, enjoy the rest of your evening.” Lee says, tipping down the front of his sheriff’s hat a bit before turning to go down the stairs.

You close the door and let out the breath that you had been holding. You then go back over to the table where Jefferson is at. When you sit down you take in a deep breath before exhaling it. You stare at the ring for a brief moment prior to looking up at Jefferson. You might be selfish for thinking this but you don’t want him to leave yet. But then his daughter pops into your head and you let out a sigh.

“So, do you want to give this a try?” You offer, giving him a small smile.

A huge smile curls up on his lips, brightening up his face. “Absolutely.”

You watch as he reaches over for his hat, placing it in between the two of you. You look down at the top hat, tilting your head at it. “Are there any magic words that you need to say?”

“No, just watch.” He picks up the hat as he stands up, taking a few steps away from the table. He turns slightly to face you and holds out his hand. “The ring please.”

You hand him the ring and he drops it into the hat. Taking a deep breath, he then gives the hat a good spin and your apartment begins to shake, violently. Smoke comes from the hat as it continues to spin. Your eyes wide in shock, you can’t believe this is happening. A portal is opening up in your living room. Jefferson turns to you with a wide, Cheshire cat smile on his face and he walks up to you. He gently grabs your shoulders before leaning in and kissing you passionately. You instantly move your lips against his but the kiss is over way too soon for your liking. When he pulls away, you can feel his warm breath fan over your face.

“Come with me.” He requests, searching your eyes for an answer.

Even you’re surprised when you answer him. “Yes.”

He grabs you by the hand and pulls you close to him. He looks over at you and you give him a nod of confirmation. “Jump!” He exclaims.

Just as the two of you jump into the portal, Sheriff Bodecker swings open your apartment door. His mouth drops open at the sight before and he can’t believe his eyes. He shakes out of his daze and lunges towards the portal, screaming your name. But it’s too late, you were gone.

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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astralaffairs · 8 months

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hi!! before i go i jus wanna say, I love your work 🙏🏽 and I finally watch hamilton last night so I might write for it as well 😋😋 but i have a drabble idea.

anyways— thomas having a dance/ball for a campaign during the election and he meets aaron’s little sister, mc, who snuck in. and he can’t help but take interests in her.

“Now, what’s a lady like you doin’ getting a drink just for yourself? Nobody’s offered to do that for you yet?”

Y/N froze as her fingers met the stem of the champagne flute. She had promised herself she would stay to the outskirts of the ball, and her only goal for the night had been to avoid courting attention. However, the packed room was warm, and it was only more so at its perimeter under the lights, and the crisp bubbly had looked oh-so-inviting.

She turned with a polite smile as she picked up the glass, but her eyes widened when she saw the man behind her with his gleaming smile and his velvet suit. She recognized him instantly; after all, she’d seen him before, and he’d even been in her home, but they’d never formally met. He raised an eyebrow when her smile faltered. “I’ve only just arrived. I haven’t had a chance to speak to much of anyone just yet.”

“Then I’m gonna have to count myself lucky to have found you when I did. Thomas Jefferson.” He offered her a hand as he introduced himself, and when she took it, he dipped down to press a soft kiss to her knuckles. Her eyes went even wider.

She cleared her throat as he drew himself back up to his full height, still holding her by the fingertips, and it took a moment for it to occur to her to withdraw her hand. “You’re the host of this ball, then, if I’m not mistaken. Thank you for opening your home to us like this.”

“Believe me, sugar, the pleasure’s all mine,” he said. “Who’re you here with? Feel like I’ve seen you around, but I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Oh, um, my family’s here somewhere. I came on my own, though, and I was planning to meet them here.”

“Your family?” He pursed his lips. “You’re not a Schuyler, are you?”

“No, no, certainly not,” she replied before hastily adding, “although the Schuylers are lovely people, of course. To be a part of their family would make one lucky.”

“So you know the Schuylers, then?” he mused, and she nodded. His growing smile was making her mouth go dry. “I know where I recognize you from; you’re a Burr, aren’t you? Aaron’s sister?”

“I am, yes.” Her smile was tense, laced with unease. His grin was bright as he plucked a drink for himself off of the table behind them.

“So why haven’t I seen you at one of these before? Your family trying to keep you locked away from all the politics?” he asked, and as her eyebrows fell, he could see the look in her eyes sour.

“They’ve decided I can’t be trusted at this kind of event,” she said bitterly, and he quirked a brow. “Aaron claims he’s afraid I’ll say the wrong thing and jeopardize his career, but really, I think he just can’t deal with the idea of splitting people’s attention between us.”

“But you finally proved yourself trustworthy?” he asked mildly, taking a sip of his drink, and she shrugged uncomfortably.

“I suppose so.”

“Then where’s your dear brother now, hm? Why aren’t you here with the rest of your family?” He watched her expectantly, and when she didn’t answer right away, his grin broadened. “They don’t even know you’re here, do they?”

“No, and you’re not going to be the one to tell them,” she said sharply, pointing her champagne flute at him. He raised his eyebrows, amused by the fervor in her tone. “I had to walk miles alone in the dark to get here; I am not being thrown out as soon as I arrive.”

“Well, sweetheart, if you’re not with them, then really, I should be sendin’ you on your way.” Despite the threat, his voice was breezy, and she frowned.

“And what do you have to gain from kicking me out?”

“The respect and appreciation of your family,” he suggested blithely. “The knowledge that I’m not leavin’ a young lady to walk home alone ‘n vulnerable at the end of the night. ‘S just the right thing to do, really.”

She eyed his small smile for a moment before slowly asking, “But despite that, you’d rather I stay, wouldn’t you?” He shrugged unabashedly. “You’re quite shameless, aren’t you, Mr. Jefferson?”

“Only on a good day.” He winked as he took a sip of his drink. “After all, you went through all that effort to get here. There’s gotta be a good reason for it, huh?”

“Of course. I’m here to expand my mind just like everyone else," she said, and he raised an eyebrow.

“And not for the charming future president we’ve got roaming the ball?”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware there was one. Let me know if you see him?”

His full laugh proved him undeterred, and Y/N’s self-satisfied smile was reluctant. "'M glad to see you inherited more of the family wit than your brother seemed to."

"Please, don't tell him that. A lady needs to keep some things a secret."

"It'll stay between us, then," Thomas said, "but I don't think I ever got your name."

"Why, so you know whose presence to report to my brother?"

"So I know who to ask after the next time I see him." His response was quick, and it had Y/N on her heels. Her eyes were wide, eyebrows raised, but when she opened her mouth to answer—

"Y/N." Both she and Thomas turned on their heels at the loud voice to find her brother striding across the room toward them, and her groan was unchecked. The fury in Aaron's voice was barely contained. "What in the world do you think you're possibly doing here, sneaking out after dark? How did you even get here?"

"I brought myself, since nobody else was willing to take me," she bit back, and Thomas raised his eyebrows as he took a sip of his drink.

"That wasn't your decision to make," Aaron snapped. "We are a family, and you have to respect that—"

"Respect what? That you have total control over my life in the name of family values? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?" she asked. "I respect that you have a career and a reputation to maintain, but I am a person, and—"

"And nothing, Y/N. Put the drink down, and leave Mr. Jefferson at peace," he demanded, and Y/N narrowed her eyes, her jaw set. Aaron turned to Thomas, and much of the fire in his voice had subsided when he said, "I'm sorry for her intrusion, Thomas. We didn't know she had followed us here, and we'll send her home at once."

"Now, Aaron, what makes you think she's uninvited company?" Thomas asked, and both Y/N's and Aaron's brows were raised. "Y/N's my guest here this evening; 's the opposite of an intrusion."

He frowned, glancing between Thomas and Y/N. "You mean you're responsible for her presence here tonight?"

"Well, I invited her, so I suppose you could say that," he said casually, and if he winked when he caught Y/N's eye, Aaron didn't think anything of it. Aaron's lips were pursed and his shoulders tense as he glanced between them.

"Why didn't you tell me Thomas had invited you?" he asked Y/N, and she shrugged.

"I didn't think you'd want to hear it, and I didn't want you trying to prevent me from coming."

"If I'd known he asked you to come—"

"So, what, my personhood is dependent on his permission now?"

"Your presence here is, at least."

"As a Burr, I would've been welcome either way."

"Not unattended, however."

"I can attend to myself just fine."

"You know that isn't what I mean when—"

"Aaron, was there somethin' else you needed?" Thomas cut him off, and Aaron's gaze was affronted when it snapped to him. However, he held his tongue. "I was just about to ask Y/N to dance, assuming that's her decision to make 'n all."

Y/N had to bite back her smile at his words, and although Aaron seemed to recognize the challenge in them as his jaw ticked, he said, "Of course. I'm sorry to have interrupted."

"Don't sweat it. Your concern for your sister is awful sweet, even if it isn't needed here," Thomas responded, his smile warm.

"'Concern' isn't how I'd describe it," Y/N muttered bitterly, and Thomas nudged her with his elbow. She frowned.

"Carry on 'n enjoy the rest of the ball, though, and please send my best to your wife," he said. Aaron could only offer a tense smile in response.

“You as well. I suppose I should go find Theodosia.” He looked down skeptically at Y/N. “How are you planning to get home?”

Y/N’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, I…” She hadn’t thought that far, so her gaze was hopeful when it snapped to Thomas, who held her with a hand at the small of her back.

“I’ll arrange for a carriage to take her home,” he promised. “Don’t you worry, Burr. She’s in safe hands.”

“Right,” he said hesitantly, looking Thomas over. “I’ll leave you to it. Don’t do anything stupid, Jefferson.”

“‘S like you don’t even know who you’re talkin’ to,” Thomas said incredulously, and Aaron scoffed.

“I’m sure.” He barely spared them both another glance before departing unceremoniously, shaking his head all the while, and Thomas chuckled. Y/N turned back toward him.

“You’re a regular local hero,” she said sardonically, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her bored tone. Thomas grinned.

“I do try, sweetheart,” he said lightly, “maybe even in a way that deserves a ‘thank you’?”

“Thank you.” Her voice was sincere. “Really. I owe you.”

“Well, if you mean that,” he said, and his eyes were shining as he looked down at her, “I wouldn’t mind making good on that dance I mentioned. Unless you’re in a real rush to get back to your dear old brother.”

He offered her his arm with an eyebrow raised, and she left her empty glass on the table behind them when she took it, drawing a wide grin from him. “How could I say no to our charming host?"

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thewxtchwhowrites · 8 months

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Hi 💖✨

I'm back after a long time of being a silent reader of one-shots and fics (I have some of them that I would love to recommend), and also thanks to those authors for making wonderful works.

Anyway.

That led me to the conclusion of making my own Masterlist of my one-shots and fics, mainly to have more order in my blog and because I really want to write again because I LOVE to write.

🔥 = smut

(ES) = español

(EN) = english

Dean Winchester

Don't Boss me around - 1 & 2

Hold On

Sam Winchester

Positions - Old and New version

Castiel

Lucid Dreaming - One Shot

Bucky Barnes

Bus Stop (EN)

The winner takes it all

Healed (requested)

Loki Laufeyson (soon)

Steven Grant (soon)

Marc Spector (soon)

Eddie Munson

Hit the Pedal, Heavy Metal - 1 & 2

Lee Bodecker (soon)

Charles Blackwood (soon)

Jefferson Hatter (soon)

Graham (soon)

Hook / Killian Jones (soon)

August Booth / Pinocchio (soon)

Nick Fowler

Dangerous Woman

PD: I'll probably re-write some one-shots (improve grammar and even plot, so stay tuned), but don't worry, I won't delete the original.

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zapreportsblog · 10 months

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Her Firsts

➥ summary: A headcanon of all of Mr and Mrs Morales first with their daughter

➥ pure fluff, slight angst towards the end

➥ one shot

The Birthing Process :

The room was hushed as Rio, her face flushed with anticipation, lay on the hospital bed, surrounded by medical professionals. Jefferson, her husband, stood by her side, his hand clasped tightly in hers. The air crackled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as they waited for their first child to make her grand entrance into the world.

Rio's heart raced with a combination of joy and apprehension. She had dreamt of this moment for so long, imagining what their child would look like, how she would grow, and the adventures they would experience together as a family. As the contractions intensified, Rio held onto Jefferson's hand, finding solace in his unwavering support.

The medical staff worked diligently, guiding Rio through the stages of labor. Her breathing became rhythmic, the pain mingled with determination. In that moment, she felt the indescribable strength of motherhood coursing through her veins.

Hours passed, and finally, with a final push, a cry filled the room. Time seemed to stand still as the cries of their newborn daughter filled the air, echoing the joy that surged through their hearts. The nurses gently placed the tiny bundle of joy in Rio's arms, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

Jefferson leaned in, his voice filled with awe. "She's perfect, Rio. Our beautiful daughter," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

Rio's gaze never left their daughter's face as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Our little miracle," she murmured, her voice filled with overwhelming love. She traced a finger along the baby's tiny features, memorizing every detail.

As the minutes turned into hours, the couple marveled at their daughter, feeling a profound sense of wonder and gratitude. They counted her fingers and toes, whispered loving words into her tiny ears, and held her close, promising to protect and nurture her with every fiber of their beings.

Overwhelmed by a surge of emotions, Rio looked at Jefferson, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "She's the most precious gift, Jefferson. Our lives will never be the same," she said, her voice trembling with both exhaustion and joy.

Jefferson nodded, his voice filled with adoration. "We're going to give her the world, Rio. She will know nothing but love and happiness," he declared, his voice laced with determination.

As they basked in the presence of their newborn daughter, the room filled with a sense of peace and contentment. Their hearts swelled with a love that was both fierce and tender, a love that would guide them through the joys and challenges of parenthood.

In that moment, as Rio and Jefferson gazed at their daughter's peaceful face, they knew that this tiny bundle of life would forever change them. She was a symbol of their love, a reminder of the miracles that can occur when two hearts beat as one.

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The First Words :

Time flew by in the Morales household, and (Y/n) continued to grow into a spirited and inquisitive child. Her parents, Rio and Jefferson, marveled at her development, eagerly awaiting the day when she would utter her first words.

As (Y/n) ventured further into the world of language, her parents showered her with love and encouragement. They read her books, sang her nursery rhymes, and engaged in conversations filled with patience and enthusiasm. They knew that every interaction was a stepping stone towards her first words.

One sunny morning, (Y/n) sat at the kitchen table, her eyes bright with anticipation. She watched her parents intently as they prepared breakfast, eager to join in the conversations that filled the room. Her small hands gripped the edge of her high chair, her face animated with anticipation.

With a twinkle in her eye, (Y/n) suddenly pointed at the cereal box on the table and exclaimed, "Cereal!"

Rio froze for a moment, her heart soaring with pride and joy. She exchanged a quick glance with Jefferson, both of them overcome with emotion. Tears welled up in Rio's eyes as she rushed over to (Y/n), engulfing her in a tight embrace. "My clever girl! You said your first word!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with elation.

Jefferson couldn't contain his excitement either. He beamed at his daughter, his voice filled with awe. "Cereal! Well done, (Y/n)! You're growing up so fast," he said, his voice brimming with pride.

From that moment on, (Y/n)'s world opened up in a whole new way. Words became her gateway to understanding and expressing herself. She eagerly absorbed new vocabulary, mimicking the sounds and intonations she heard from her parents and the world around her.

Rio and Jefferson rejoiced in their daughter's linguistic progress, creating a safe and nurturing environment for her to explore her newfound abilities. They engaged in conversations with (Y/n), encouraging her to express her thoughts and feelings. Each day brought new words, and with them, a deeper connection between parent and child.

As (Y/n) grew older, her vocabulary expanded, and her ability to communicate flourished. She discovered the power of words, using them to express her needs, share her joys and sorrows, and form connections with others. Her parents beamed with pride, knowing that they had played a crucial role in nurturing her language development.

With every milestone (Y/n) reached, Rio and Jefferson celebrated her growth. They treasured the beauty and wonder of her first words, knowing that it was just the beginning of a lifetime of communication and discovery. Together, as a family, they embarked on a journey filled with love, laughter, and the magic of language.

•••

The First Steps :

The Morales household was filled with an air of anticipation and excitement as (Y/n) continued to grow and reach new milestones. Rio and Jefferson watched their daughter with a mix of pride and wonder, eagerly awaiting the day when she would take her first steps.

(Y/n) had become more mobile, crawling around the house with a sense of determination. She was always exploring, her tiny hands reaching out to touch everything within her reach. Rio and Jefferson encouraged her, providing a safe environment for her to develop her motor skills.

One sunny afternoon, the living room was filled with toys and laughter as (Y/n) played on the soft rug. Rio and Jefferson sat on the couch, their eyes never straying too far from their daughter's every move. They knew that her first steps were imminent.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, (Y/n) pulled herself up, gripping the edge of the coffee table for support. Her parents held their breath, their hearts pounding with excitement. Slowly but surely, (Y/n) released her grip and took a wobbly step forward.

Rio's eyes widened, a smile spreading across her face. "Look, Jefferson! She's doing it!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with elation.

Jefferson's heart swelled with pride as he watched his daughter take her first independent steps. "That's my girl! Well done, (Y/n)!" he cheered, his voice brimming with joy.

With newfound confidence, (Y/n) continued to navigate the room, her steps growing steadier with each attempt. She laughed with glee, her eyes shining with triumph. Her parents clapped and cheered, their applause filling the room with pride and love.

As (Y/n) explored her newfound ability, Rio and Jefferson provided a safe and supportive environment. They cleared the path, removing any obstacles that could hinder her progress. Their love and encouragement fueled her determination, motivating her to take more steps and explore the world around her.

Every day brought new adventures for (Y/n) as she toddled around the house, her parents always by her side, ready to lend a hand or catch her if she stumbled. The simple act of walking became a source of joy and celebration for the entire family.

Rio and Jefferson cherished these precious moments, knowing that their daughter's first steps marked the beginning of a lifetime of discovery and independence. They captured the memories with photographs and videos, documenting every milestone, knowing that they would look back on these early moments with nostalgia and pride.

As (Y/n) grew more confident in her walking abilities, her world expanded. She explored the garden, took her first steps on the sand at the beach, and ventured out into the world, always with the unwavering support and love of her parents.

In the Morales household, the first steps of (Y/n) were celebrated as a testament to her determination and the unwavering love of her parents. They knew that this was just the beginning of a lifetime filled with adventures, challenges, and immeasurable joy.

•••

The First Tooth :

In the Morales household, a sense of excitement filled the air as (Y/n) continued to grow and experience new milestones. Rio and Jefferson watched their daughter with a mix of anticipation and concern as she embarked on the teething journey.

(Y/n) had always been a happy and content baby, but recently, she had become increasingly fussy and irritable. Her gums were swollen and tender, a clear indication that her first tooth was on its way. Rio and Jefferson did their best to soothe her discomfort, providing teething toys and cold washcloths to gnaw on.

One sunny afternoon, (Y/n) sat in her high chair, chewing on a teething ring while Rio prepared her pureed vegetables. Suddenly, a glimmer of white caught Rio's attention. She leaned in closer, her heart skipping a beat.

"Jefferson! Look!" Rio exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.

Jefferson rushed over, his eyes widening as he saw a tiny white tooth peeking through (Y/n)'s gumline. A surge of joy and pride washed over him. "Our little girl is getting her first tooth!" he exclaimed, his voice brimming with delight.

They both marveled at the tiny tooth, admiring the delicate pearl-like structure. Rio carefully touched the tooth with her finger, eliciting a giggle from (Y/n). "Look at that, sweetheart. You're growing up so fast," she whispered, her voice filled with love.

Over the next few days, (Y/n)'s teething journey continued. She would gnaw on anything within her reach, seeking relief from the discomfort. Rio and Jefferson tirelessly provided comfort and support, rubbing her gums with teething gel and singing soothing lullabies.

One evening, as Rio cradled (Y/n) in her arms, she noticed a second tiny tooth emerging beside the first. Her heart swelled with pride and wonder. "You're getting another tooth, my darling," she murmured, her voice laced with affection.

Jefferson joined them, his face lighting up with joy as he saw the second tooth. "Look at our beautiful girl, Rio. She's growing into such a strong and healthy child," he said, his voice filled with adoration.

As (Y/n) continued to teethe, her parents remained vigilant, providing love, comfort, and gentle care. They celebrated each milestone, each tiny tooth, knowing that it was a sign of their daughter's growth and development.

In the Morales household, the arrival of (Y/n)'s first tooth marked another cherished milestone in her journey. Rio and Jefferson treasured these moments, knowing that they were witnessing the miraculous transformation of their baby into a confident and curious little person.

•••

The First Day Of School :

In the Morales household, the day had finally arrived for (Y/n) to embark on a new adventure - her first day of pre-K. Rio and Jefferson watched their daughter with a mix of pride and a touch of nostalgia as they prepared her for this significant milestone.

(Y/n) stood in front of the mirror, her small hands adjusting the straps of her tiny backpack. Her face lit up with excitement and a hint of nervousness as she prepared to step into the world of education. Rio knelt down beside her, a warm smile on her face.

"Are you ready for your first day of pre-K, sweetheart?" Rio asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

(Y/n) nodded, her eyes shining with determination. "I'm ready, Mama!" she exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement.

Jefferson entered the room, his face beaming with pride. "You're going to have so much fun, (Y/n). We're so proud of you," he said, his voice filled with love.

Together, the family made their way to the pre-K center. As they entered the bustling classroom, (Y/n)'s eyes widened with awe. The room was filled with colorful decorations, toys, and friendly faces. Rio and Jefferson accompanied their daughter to her assigned seat, helping her settle in.

As the bell rang and the other children started to arrive, (Y/n) watched with curiosity. She observed her classmates interacting, their laughter filling the room. It was a new and exciting world for her, filled with endless possibilities.

The teacher, Ms. Anderson, introduced herself to the class, her warm smile putting everyone at ease. She encouraged the children to participate in various activities, fostering an environment of creativity and exploration. (Y/n) eagerly joined in, her eyes alight with enthusiasm.

Throughout the day, (Y/n) engaged in various learning experiences, from storytime to drawing and playing with blocks. She made new friends, her laughter and joy blending seamlessly with that of her classmates. Rio and Jefferson watched from a distance, their hearts filled with pride and a touch of bittersweetness.

At the end of the day, (Y/n) walked out of the pre-K center hand in hand with her parents. Her face was flushed with excitement as she recounted her adventures. She chatted animatedly, her words flowing with the eagerness of a young learner.

Rio and Jefferson listened intently, their hearts swelling with love and admiration for their daughter. They knew that this was just the beginning of her educational journey, and they were filled with hope for the bright future that lay ahead.

As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, (Y/n) continued to thrive in her pre-K class. She soaked up knowledge like a sponge, eagerly exploring new concepts and forming lasting friendships. Rio and Jefferson cherished every moment, knowing that their daughter's early years would shape the person she would become.

In the Morales household, the first day of pre-K marked a significant milestone for (Y/n). Rio and Jefferson embraced this new chapter, supporting their daughter's educational journey with love, encouragement, and unwavering belief in her abilities.

•••

The First Crush :

In the Shelby household, an air of innocence and newfound excitement enveloped the atmosphere as (Y/n) continued to grow and experience the wonders of childhood. Little did she know that she was about to embark on a journey of first love and butterflies in her stomach.

It was a warm summer day, and (Y/n) found herself at the local park with her parents, Rio and Jefferson. As she played on the swings, her eyes caught sight of a boy with tousled brown hair and a mischievous grin. He was a few years older, exuding a confidence that intrigued her.

(Y/n) watched him with wide eyes, her heart starting to beat a little faster. She was captivated by his carefree spirit and the way he effortlessly climbed the jungle gym. Her parents noticed her growing interest and exchanged knowing glances.

Days turned into weeks, and (Y/n) found herself frequently visiting the park in hopes of catching a glimpse of the boy who had stolen her attention. She would shyly smile at him from afar, her cheeks turning rosy as he returned the gesture.

One sunny afternoon, (Y/n) mustered up the courage to approach the boy. She walked over to where he was sitting on a bench, nervously fidgeting with her fingers. "Hi, I'm (Y/n)," she said, her voice filled with a mix of shyness and excitement.

The boy turned to her, a playful twinkle in his eyes. "Hey, I'm Liam," he replied, his voice warm and welcoming. "Nice to meet you, (Y/n)."

From that day forward, (Y/n) and Liam formed a bond that grew stronger with each passing moment. They spent hours talking and laughing, exploring the park and discovering shared interests. Their friendship blossomed, and the innocent affection they held for each other started to deepen.

Rio and Jefferson observed this newfound connection with a mixture of amusement and nostalgia. They remembered their own first crushes and understood the emotions that (Y/n) was experiencing. They offered gentle guidance and encouraged her to embrace this beautiful phase of life.

As the seasons changed, (Y/n) found herself daydreaming about Liam. Her heart skipped a beat whenever she saw him, and a rush of excitement coursed through her veins whenever he was near. They shared secrets, dreams, and laughter, their bond growing stronger with each passing day.

One evening, as the sun began to set, (Y/n) found herself sitting on a park bench with Liam. They watched the golden hues paint the sky, their fingers gently brushing against each other. In that moment, something shifted in their hearts, and they realized that their friendship had blossomed into something more.

With a shy smile, (Y/n) confessed her feelings to Liam, her voice filled with vulnerability and hope. To her delight, he reciprocated her affection, admitting that he too had been captivated by her presence since the first day they met.

Their young love blossomed beneath the summer sky, capturing the essence of innocence and pure affection. Rio and Jefferson watched from a distance, their hearts swelling with a mixture of pride and nostalgia. They knew that this young love would shape their daughter's understanding of relationships and pave the way for future connections.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, (Y/n) and Liam held hands, their hearts beating in unison. They knew that their journey had just begun, and that they would navigate the joys and challenges of young love together.

In the Morales household, the first crush of (Y/n) marked an important chapter in her life. Rio and Jefferson embraced her budding emotions, supporting her as she explored the complexities of affection and relationships.

•••

The First Heart Break :

In the Morales household, a sense of melancholy hung in the air as (Y/n) faced her first taste of heartbreak. The vibrant colors of her world seemed to fade as she learned that her dear friend Liam was moving away.

News of Liam's departure hit (Y/n) like a gust of cold wind on a warm summer day. She felt a lump form in her throat, and her heart sank as she realized that their cherished moments together would soon become distant memories.

On the day of Liam's departure, (Y/n) found herself standing on the sidewalk, a mix of emotions swirling within her. She watched as the moving truck pulled away, taking with it a piece of her heart. Tears welled up in her eyes as she waved goodbye, her hand trembling with a mixture of sadness and longing.

Rio and Jefferson stood beside their daughter, offering comfort and support. They understood the pain of separation and empathized with (Y/n)'s aching heart. In a tender embrace, they assured her that it was okay to grieve the loss of a dear friend.

Days turned into weeks, and (Y/n) struggled to come to terms with the void left by Liam's absence. The park they used to frequent together now felt empty and lifeless. She missed his infectious laughter, his warm smile, and the way he made her feel like the most special person in the world.

One afternoon, as (Y/n) sat in her room, she found herself going through old photographs and mementos of her time with Liam. Each image evoked bittersweet memories, a reminder of the bond they once shared. Her heart ached as she longed for the companionship they had lost.

Rio noticed her daughter's sorrow and sat beside her, a sympathetic expression on her face. She gently took (Y/n)'s hand in hers and whispered, "Sweetheart, I know it hurts, but remember that every heartbreak teaches us something valuable."

(Y/n) sniffled, her voice quivering as she replied, "But it feels like a piece of me is missing, Mama. I miss Liam so much."

Rio wrapped her arms around her daughter, holding her close. "I know, my love. It's okay to miss him. But remember, your heart is resilient, and in time, it will heal. Cherish the memories you shared and allow yourself to grow from this experience."

As days turned into weeks, (Y/n) found solace in her family's unwavering support. Rio and Jefferson showered her with love, reminding her of her worth and the strength she possessed within. They encouraged her to explore new friendships, guiding her through the healing process.

Slowly but surely, (Y/n) began to find her way again. She discovered new hobbies, joined clubs, and interacted with classmates who had once been mere acquaintances. While the pain of Liam's absence still lingered, it was gradually replaced by newfound joy and possibility.

Months later, as (Y/n) stood in the park where she and Liam had shared countless memories, she couldn't help but reflect on the growth she had experienced. Her heart had mended, though not completely whole. She realized that love, like the flight of a bird, could sometimes take unexpected paths.

In the Morales household, the chapter of (Y/n)'s first heartbreak marked a pivotal moment in her journey of self-discovery. Rio and Jefferson continued to support her, reminding her that heartbreaks were part of life's tapestry, shaping her into a resilient and compassionate individual.

As time passed, (Y/n) learned to carry the memories of her friendship with Liam in her heart. They became a part of her story, reminding her of the depth of her capacity to love and the resilience of the human spirit.

#x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse imagine #spiderverse imagines #spiderman into the spider verse #spiderman into the spiderverse masterlist #rio morales #rio morales x reader #jefferson davis x reader #jefferson davis #rip morales imagine #rio morales imagines #Jefferson Davis imagine #Jefferson Davis imagines #x reader one shot #x reader oneshot #one shot

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abbatoirablaze · 2 months

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Mad As A Hatter, Jefferson

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“You know, you don’t have to stay here the whole day!” she smiled softly as she looked at the boy who was slightly older than her, “most people would find this quite boring!”

“Oh, I don’t find it boring at all,” he offered up, dreamily staring at the young woman in front of him, “ho-how did you manage to come to this sort of trade anyways? I mean most girls in the kingdom usually become a maid, or work on the farm…but how did you-“

“My grandfather,” she mused softly, cutting him off as she barely spared him a glance. He looked at her wondrously as she seemed to be off in her own little world while making adjustments to the hat that she was working on for one of the wealthier men of the kingdom, “he used to love spending hours upon hours down here, working on and creating the latest styles with hats. And well, mum was off working in the castle, so I always spent my time with grandfather.”

“You didn’t have to start working on hats though!”

“It was a way to bond with him,” she smiled as she pressed the velvet on the interior of the hat, “it was a way for him to teach me something useful, and for me to have another connection with him. Grandfather was a quiet soul…”

“I’m sorry about your loss…by the way!”

“Ca-can I show you something, Jefferson?” she asked, her eyes finally lifting from her work to meet his.

He nodded dreamily, “You can show me anything…”

“Come here,” she asked, patting the bench beside her, “I-I want to show you why I find creating these types of hats so magical.”

“HATTER!”

Jefferson barely jumped anymore at the beck and call of the kingdom’s wealthy clientele. He kept working fastidiously on the piece that he was creating for the queen. She had demanded something, and quite honestly, Jefferson grew worrisome, not knowing if he could deliver.

He had remembered the first time he couldn’t deliver.

It nearly drove him mad.

“You catch on fast, Jefferson.”

Jefferson felt his cheeks heating up as she lifted the hat from the mannequin head and examined it, “do you like it?”

“It’s well pressed…” she commented, observing the hat, “and the edges are practically perfect. I think you might be a better hat maker than me, Jefferson…”

His blush deepened across his cheeks and began to work down his neck. She put the hat down and stroked his cheek.

“I’m glad I could help you!”

“You’re too good to me!” she cooed softly.

Jefferson reached out, his hand caressing the swell of her stomach, “I’ll always be good to my girls…”

She sighed and leaned forward, her lips capturing his in a tender kiss. The young hatter wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her to his chest. She giggled, breaking away from him, “what are you doing?”

“We have time for a break, do we not?”

“Jefferson, I-“

“What is this?”

She backed up, heart in her throat as the woman stepped into the shoppe.

No, not any woman.

The queen.

“My queen…I j-“

“I didn’t ask of you,” she spat, shooting a glare at the young man, “You…boy…who are you?”

“I-I am Jefferson. Husband of-“

“Girl?” she asked, cutting Jefferson off, “is he your husband?”

“Y-yes my queen…”

She huffed, and sucked in on her cheeks, “where is my hat?”

Jefferson’s brow furrowed as he looked between the two women. There were obvious similarities between them, the likes of which he knew better to question when the queen who was notorious for taking heads was still in the vicinity.

“He-here your majesty,” she offered pointing to the very hat that Jefferson had just finished, “y-your tailor sent over the exact specifications that you required of it. We-“

“THIS!”

The screech that came from the queen’s mouth made Jefferson’s heart turn to ice.

“Y-yes your majesty,” she frowned, her brow creasing with worry, “your tailor-“

“It’s repugnant!” she hissed, “GUARDS!”

Guards funneled into the small shoppe, “Wait…please your majesty-“

“Take this hat maker to the castle,” the queen demanded, “see to it that she’s put into my quarters…and you, hat maker-“

“J-Jefferson, my queen…” he said nervously.

“You will make me a better hat,” she hissed, tossing the hat at him, “if you do not, it will be your wife’s head!”

His heart felt like it had been in his throat for the past six months while he worked day and night, nearly working himself mad, trying to figure out what to do to make the hat fit within the queen’s specifications, and be something that she liked.

And when he had been called in front of the queen of hearts, his heart felt like it was frozen in place while he awaited her judgement. His wife was held in something that looked like the stocks, off to the side of her throne room. A piece of rope wrapped in fabric keeping her mouth shut.

But worry began to fill Jefferson’s heart with dread as he noticed that the contraption she was in, wasn’t stocks.

It was a guillotine.

The large red and black blade seemed to be hiding above the draped curtains; an attempt to make it seem less threatening.

“HATTER!”

Jefferson felt like he was on edge.

He jumped at the screeching of the queen’s voice and turned to her.

She was perched up on her throne, giving him a very unamused look.

“I hope your latest attempt is better than that of your first,” she taunted, “for the sake of your wife.”

“I-It is, my queen. I-“

“Where is my hat?”

Jefferson reached to his side where the mannequin was holding the latest project. She sighed as he lifted it, and he wasn’t sure if it was something that she liked or disliked.

Handing it off to her, she turned it in her hands once more and sighed, “I suppose it will do…”

Jefferson felt relief flooding his heart.

His body visibly relaxed as he looked to his wife, the smallest of relieved smiles working its way across his features.

“But you forgot to inform me of your marriage to my daughter, hatter!” the wife said suddenly, poison lacing her voice, “and my granddaughter.”

His eyes went wide, and there was the smallest of whispers filling the court.

“Y-your daughter?”

She scoffed, “where else should I have kept her safe? My castle, where people would attempt to poison her? I thought I could trust the old man and my lady in waiting…but I suppose that’s why I took their heads not too long ago. They couldn’t be trusted. It’s sad that my own daughter couldn’t be either.”

“My queen!”

“GUARD!” she screamed, looking to the woman in the guillotine, “OFF WITH HER HEAD!”

Jefferson screamed, racing towards his wife, but it was too late.

He fell to his knees as the blade dropped. A second later he heard a heavy thud. And when he looked up, her lifeless eyes were staring back at him, as her head had rolled to meet him, stopping him entirely before he could reach her corpse.

#mad as a hatter #1shot #one shot #jefferson #once upon a time #ouat #sebastian stan characters

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kdsburneraccount · 1 year

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mods asleep post doodles

#justin trying to emulate the iconic hair (it kinda works but also i feel like i janked up justin's expression lowkey)#i love parallels #why was randy moss kinda babygirl actually #we are going to have a conversation #this statement was sponsored by cris car- <is shot>#anyways wow yeah me when i draw #one day back to my irregularly scheduled writing program (not today)#drawing #sketch #nfl #minnesota vikings #randy moss #justin jefferson #i draw stuff

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aveaveria · 7 months

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Fandom: Nightwing (Comics), Black Lightning (Comics), Outsiders (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jefferson Pierce, Duke Thomas & Dick Grayson & Jefferson Pierce, Mentioned Dick Grayson/His Harem of Older Men, background Canon Relationships - Relationship Characters: Dick Grayson, Jefferson Pierce, Batfamily Members, Dick Grayson's Harem of Older Men - Character Additional Tags: Post & Pre-Boot as one Continuity, Past Relationships, Dick Grayson's Harem of Older Men, mentioned unhealthy relationships, match making, Blind Date Awkwardness, Blüdhaven, Brick City, Superpower Sex, electric play, Kink Exploration, Slight Dom/Sub, Scene Break, Embarrassment, Sportswear Series: Part 3 of Nightwing 60th Bingo - Dick's Accidental Older Men Acquisition

Dick's siblings discuss his love life more often than he'd like them to. Once Duke hears about his Harem of Older Men, it's his chance to bring together two people he respects a lot (because frankly, all that moral ambiguity can't be good for Dick). Someone should have told Duke that Nightwing and Black Lightning have the kind of history and differences that'll make setting them up a little complicated.

@nightwing60thanniversary : Nightwing Bingo Card - New Experiences

#dick rare pair challenge #nightwing 60th bingo #dick grayson #jefferson pierce #nightwing #blacklightning #jeffdick #nightlight #ao3fic #one shot

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hannahhook7744 · 11 months

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Pride Surprise;

Summary: Killian receives a gift from an old friend of his before a date with Emma.

Trigger warnings: one sided crush and mention of past character death that resulted in friends falling out.

🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️

Killian stared at the circular, metal object in his hand before glancing up at Jefferson. Wondering what it was and why his old cru–friend had dropped it into his hand.

He hadn't received any gifts in years from anyone, after all, and they hadn't seen each other in nearly a decade.

Not since their falling out over Priscilla's tragic death back when Grace was a wee baby.

The whole situation didn't make any sense.

"What's this?"

Jefferson didn't meet his eye. "A pride pin. Saw it in the store and thought of you…so, uh, happy pride, Kill."

Killian's gaze drifted back to his palm to examine the 'pride' pin.

It had three differently colored, horizontal stripes: the first stripe was Pink, the second was yellow, and the 3rd was blue.

And the stripes were partially covered by the silhouette of a pirate ship.

Killian swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.

A tight feeling I'm his chest.

He continued to examine the pin for a few minutes before finally speaking "I don't know what this pride you speak of is, but thanks mate."

Jefferson gave him a small smile—a genuine one—before his order was called and he departed.

Killian's eyes didn't leave the pin until Emma arrived for their date.

But his mind didn't leave it that night as he wondered if this was Jeff's way of extending an olive branch.

A part of him hoped it was.

He may have moved on from his crush on Jeff but that didn't mean that he didn't miss having him as a friend, after all.

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Take a Break » Jefferson/Mad Hatter

Pairings: Husband!Jefferson x Wife/Teacher!Reader

Summary: Jefferson convinces his wife to take a break from grading papers.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, f receiving, unprotected sex, praise kink, aftercare, use of pet names

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

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“Sweetheart…” Jefferson’s voice softly echoed through yours and his home office, leaning against the doorframe.

“Now’s not a good time, Jefferson.” You say, not looking up from the stack of papers in front of you.

Jefferson sighed and pushed himself off the doorframe and walked in the office, closing and locking the door behind him before approaching the desk. He leaned down, kissing along your neck and shoulder, his teeth nipping on your skin hard enough to mark you up. You bit your bottom lip and tilted your head to the side to give him more access.

“Jefferson…” You breathed.

“You need to take a break, darling. You’ve been grading papers all evening.” He says in almost a whisper in your ear.

You opened your mouth to say something, but a gasp left your lips when you felt Jefferson’s hand disappear inside of your blouse and into your bra, gently squeezing one of your breasts. Your eyes fluttered shut and you melted into his touch. You felt your panties dampen.

“Jefferson, Grace is home.” You say.

“She’s spending the night at a friend’s house. We have the whole house to ourselves, honey.” He says.

He took his hand out of your blouse and began to unbutton it while his other hand disappeared underneath your skirt, rubbing your clit through your wet panties. You moved your hips against his hand, wanting more.

“You want more, sweetheart?” Jefferson asks huskily.

“Yes please!” You begged.

Jefferson pulled you up from the chair and pushed it aside. He turned you around and kissed you hungrily. He pushed your blouse off your shoulders, letting it fall it the floor. One of his hands expertly unclasped your bra. He pulled your skirt down your legs, letting it pool around your feet. You stepped out of it, kicking it to the side. His hand slid down your stomach and into your wet panties. His fingers rubbing from your clit to your tight entrance causing your pussy to clench around nothing.

“Jefferson, please…” You begged.

“Bend over the desk and spread your legs for me, darling.” He whispers in your ear.

You obeyed his orders, bending over the desk and spreading your legs and gave him a perfect view of your wet pussy, waiting for your husband to make the next move. He placed kisses along your spine before getting on his knees behind you. His hands grasped your thighs, placing kisses on them, making his way up to your pussy.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart that the only thing on your mind is me, your husband.” He says.

Your hands grasped onto the edge of the desk when his lips latched onto your clit, his tongue circling it. Your mouth fell open, moans of his name leaving your lips.

“Jefferson…” You gasped. “Oh yes!” You moaned.

His finger circled your entrance before sliding it inside of you causing your hands to grip the desk tighter.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned.

He move his finger at a decent pace while his tongue continued to flick your clit. His other hand snaked up your body, blindly finding it’s way to one of your breasts. His thumb and index finger pinched your nipple causing your cunt to clench around his finger at the sensation. Jefferson slid a second finger inside of you. Your jaw dropped, breathy moans leaving your lips. Your nails dug into the wood of the desk as his fingers and tongue fucked you.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes!” You moaned loudly when his fingers hit your sweet spot.

His tongue moved faster against your clit. His fingers moved faster, continuing to hit your sweet spot. He pinched your nipple again, this time a little hard which triggered your orgasm to start building up.

“Oh baby! I’m almost there!” You moaned.

“Give it to me, darling. Cum for me.” He says huskily.

His fingers pinched your nipple one more time before you came on his face and fingers. His fingers and tongue fucked you through your orgasm. Jefferson took his fingers out of your pussy and his lips off your clit. You leaned against the desk, catching your breath. Meanwhile, Jefferson was stripping himself out of his clothes. He hovered over you, turning your head to the side to kiss your lips.

“You’re being such a good girl for me.” Jefferson praises. “I think you deserve more. What you think, darling?” He asks softly.

“Mmm yes, I do.” You hummed in response.

Jefferson pumped his cock in his hand a couple times before lining it at your tight entrance, slowly sliding it inside of you, inch by inch. He turned your head again, kissing you once more when his cock was deep inside of you. His hands grasped your hips when he started thrusting. His thrusts were fast and loving.

“Always so fucking tight.” Jefferson moans, tilting his head back.

You felt every vein of his cock rubbing along your walls. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk tighter. His hands left your hips and slid up the front of your body, helping you stand up straight, your back against the front of his body. One of your hands continued to grip the edge of the desk while your other one found its way to his hair, your fingers tugging on it. His hands roamed your body, cupping your breasts and gave them a squeeze. A moan left your lips and your back arched off his body.

“Jefferson…” You moaned, your jaw dropping and your eyes fluttering shut.

Jefferson always takes your pleasure seriously, especially when you’ve been working hard and you deserve something for it.

“How are you feeling now, sweetheart?” Jefferson asks almost in a whisper.

“Amazing!” You gasped. “More!” You begged. “I want more!” You tell him.

“I’ll give you everything you want, my darling.” He says.

He didn’t just that. One of his hands snaked down the front of your body, stopping on your clit and began rubbing it in circles. A tingle went through your body when you felt the cool metal of his ring against your clit. One of your hands grasps Jefferson’s wrist to keep his hand in place. His fingers applied more pressure on your clit as he was rubbing it. A moan of his name left your lips. You arched your back in pleasure, pressing your breast more in his hand. Your head was against his shoulder. Your cunt clenched around his cock, feeling your orgasm building up.

“I know you’re close, sweetheart.” Jefferson says in your ear. “I know you’re on the edge. Cum for me.” He almost whispers, kissing your neck.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your jaw dropped, a moan of his name left your lips as you came. Jefferson fucked you through your orgasm, getting closer to his own orgasm. His thrusts got sloppy momentarily, but quickly regained it. A moan, followed by a curse word left his lips as he came inside of you, painting your walls. He laid his forehead against your shoulder as his thrusts came to a halt. You two stood there for a moment, catching your breath. Jefferson pulled out of you and turned you around, holding you in his arms so you didn’t fall due to how wobbly your legs are at the moment.

“Feel better, honey?” Jefferson asks, kissing your lips sweetly.

“Mmm, much better. Thank you, baby.” You say against his lips.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and to bed.” He says.

Let’s just say that grading papers was the last thing on your mind for the night.

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-Bucky’s Doll

#jefferson #jefferson mad hatter #jefferson hatter #jefferson once upon a time #jefferson ouat #mad hatter #once upon a time #ouat #sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters #jefferson x female reader #jefferson x wife!reader #jefferson x teacher!reader #jefferson x reader #jefferson x y/n #jefferson x you #jefferson smut #jefferson one shot #jefferson imagine

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stoportotouch · 1 year

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to place before mankind the plot of the story, in terms so plain as to command me not to get sidetracked with monumental numbers of subplots.

#ollie considers #just one of the lines from 1776 that i'm obsessed with #especially the judgemental-young-women-at-a-party reaction shot from dickinson hancock thomson and macnair that follows it #especially since. like. dickinson had already coauthored something with jefferson #he would presumably have heard him say words before and he seemed to think he was pretty intelligent

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indecisivepsyche · 2 years

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I finished Death's Door and I'm just straight-up weeping now. What a wonderful game.

#psyche rambles #death's door #this easily shot up to be one of my favorite games #wonder if you can take jefferson to the beginning of the final cutscene

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thattechygirl · 9 months

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Today's prompt is "campaign". This is a JeffMads fic, and takes place during the Election of 1800.

#hamilton #hamilton fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #hamilton one shot collection #one shot collection #ao3 #thomas jefferson #james madison #jeffmads

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layce2015 · 1 month

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The Boys (Soldier Boy x Female!Supe!Reader)

(A/n: I wanted to say that writing this fic, I believe is gonna be the most mature, violent and sexual I’m gonna get in this story. If you have not watched this show, go to Amazon Prime and watch the show. If you are under the age of 18, probably do not read this.)

Next Chapter / Masterlist

1944

I was sitting in the waiting room with my husband, waiting for the nurse to call me. Few days ago, I had received a phone call from the doctor's saying that I needed to come in for a visit and it made me nervous as I am usually good on keeping up with my health.

I sighed as my husband, Adam, looks over at me. "You okay, honey?" He asked me in a concerned voice. "Just wondering why I am here." I said. "Did you miss an appointment? Or a shot?" Adam asked me and I shake my head. "No...at least...I don't think so." I said, thinking, then the door to the back of the office opens.

The nurse walks out of the door and looks at her clipboard. "Ms. (L/n)?" She said and I raise my head. "The doctor will see you now." She said and both Adam and I stand up.

We follow her to one of the back rooms until she stops in front of a room and opens the door. "The doctor will be with you soon." She tells us and Adam and I walk into the room and I sit in one of the chairs, Adam takes the chair next to me. He pats me on the back, soothingly, as I sit there and try to figure out what the hell this could be for.

Eventually, the doctor came I but the thing was, he didn't look like my normal doctor. My normal doctor was an older, balding man, this doctor was young and with a head full of dark black hair. "Hello, Ms (l/n)." The doctor said and I give him a confused look.

"Um, are you new? I've never seen you before. Where's Doctor Jefferson?" I asked him and I could've sworn I saw Cole give a nervous look at this new doctor. "Doctor Jefferson is on vacation. I'm Doctor Miller. I'll be taking over while he is on vacation." The young man said and I eyed him a bit but gave a reluctant nod.

"Anyway, it seems you are needing a shot for this new disease that's been going around, thanks to this horrible war we got." Doctor Miller said as he goes to the table near him and picks up a syringe with some blue liquid in it.

"New disease? I've never heard of a new disease." I said and Doctor Miller comes up to me, needle in hand. "Trust me, you need this, ma'am." Doctor Miller said but I felt like something was off. "No, I, uh..." I stammered, nervously, as I stand up but then Adam stands up next to me and places his hands on my shoulder.

"Adam?" I said, confused, as he starts to hold me in place as Miller comes at me with a needle. "Sorry, honey, but you need this." He said. "What are you talking about?!" I asked when Miller inserted the needle in my arm and I let out a yelp.

He pulls the needle out of my arm and I look at him. "What the hell did you just put in me?" I asked him just as I started to feel pain all over my body. I yelled then screamed as I doubled over and fall to the ground. I look up at Adam, and through my tears, I asked. "What did you do?" I asked then I screamed again.

"Honey, this will be a great opportunity for us. For you. And this is was the only way." Adam replied. "Why? Why me?" I asked as I felt another wave of pain. "Because Ms (y/n) we need someone like you." Miller replied and the pain subsides but I start to feel light headed then I pass out.

I groan as I slowly open my eyes, my vision was blurry but it seemed all I could see was white. I blink several times before my vision becomes clearer and I could see a figure standing before me.

I gasp and sit up to see Doctor Miller, if that was even his real name, in a white coat with a clipboard in hand, staring at me. "Where am I? Where's Adam? Who are you, really?" I asked, in a quick panicked voice.

"As I told you, I am Doctor Miller. You, Ms (y/n), are in the secret lab of Vought Tower. As for your husband, he is having a talk with my boss." Miller informed me. "Vought Tower? Why am I here?" I asked. "Because we have developed a serum, called Compound V. It gives the subject powers beyond our wildest dreams. And you, are among the first people to be injected with this wonderful serum." Miller explained and I raised an eyebrow at this.

”But why me?” I asked and Miller smirks. “Because you are the perfect woman for our idea of a female hero.” Miller said.

Present Day

I gasp, sit up and look at my surroundings, realizing that I was in my living room on my couch. I sighed as I try to shake off the terrible memory I just relived in my dream and looked over at my TV, seeing news coverage about that stupid hero group, The Seven, promoting their new movie Dawn of The Seven.

One of the news reporter had that prick of a leader, Homelander, talking to him and asked him a question, I am sure this guy is tired of hearing. "How could you not know all along that Stormfront was a Nazi?" the reporter asked and I could just tell by the look in his eyes that Homelander was exhausted and annoyed at the question.

But I can't say I blame the reporters for asking this question. It was a huge scandal last year that the newly added female hero, Stormfront, was a Nazi. And, to my surprise, she use to be Liberty who was someone I met years ago and use to work with. "Well, I am just a man who fell for the wrong woman. Uh, but, uh...out of crisis comes change. So I spent the last year really slowing down and reconnecting with myself. And I am very excited for everyone to meet the real me." Homelander replied and something about the look in his eyes made me feel a bit unsettled.

It could be just the pressure this man's under or he is really crazy, what the fuck do I know?

I rub the sleep out of my eyes then get up and head into the kitchen to grab something to drink. After grabbing a can of soda, my cellphone rings and I pull it out to see that my old friend, Bethany, was calling. “Hello.” I said. “Hey, (y/n). Was just checking if we were still up for lunch tomorrow?” Bethany asked me. “Yeah, yeah, I am.” I said, tiredly.

”Oh, did I wake you?” She asked me. “No, I just woke up from a nap…” I said. “Nightmares again?” She asked. “More like revisiting my past.” I said. “Is there a difference?” She asked me and I chuckled. “Well, there was some good.” I said. “I hope meeting me is one of them.” She said. “Hmmm, I don’t know…” I said, thinking. “Bitch, I better be.” Bethany said, in a fake offended tone, and I laugh again.

”Still as spunky as ever at your age.” I remarked as Bethany is in her sixties. “You’re only as old as you feel.” She said. “You got that right.” I said. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” She asked. “Yeah, I’ll see ya.” I said. “Alright have a good night.” Bethany said. “You too.” I said and I hang up then sighed again.

After turning the TV and lights off, I got a shower and started to get ready for bed. I sit on the side of my bed then look over at the bedside table to see a picture of me and Ben, AKA Soldier Boy. It was of me and him at some sort’ve movie premiere, I think it was one of his movies I really can’t remember which one as he did a fair amount of movies. He had his arm around my waist and I was hugged up to his side, both of us smiling for the camera.

You would’ve thought we were the perfect couple, the one people would aspire to be.

But we were far from perfect.

Ben and I always had our ups and downs over the decades. We always seemed to break up constantly, so much so that I’ve honestly lost count. But we always seem to go back to each other. It’s probably fucked up for me to say, knowing how he was, but he was the best man I’ve ever been with.

Sure, he could be rude and crude, full of himself, a flirt with any woman that had caught his eye, and was violent to people, including to some of our teammates, at times but…I couldn’t help but love him. He had his moments with me where he was honest, caring, and sweet in his own way.

I stared at the photo then set it on the table then looked up at the wall where I have his shield mounted. “Goodnight, Ben.” I muttered to the shield, as if he can hear me, then I start to get into bed and start to fall asleep.

Flashback

Miller left me in this godforsaken room after they had tested me on what abilities I can do. I was curled up in the fetal position on my bed when I hear the door to my room opening. I turn my head and see that it’s Adam that came in. I glared at him as my anger was growing.

”Hello, darling.” Adam said, cautiously. “Don’t call me that. Not after what you did to me.” I growled as I turn my head from him. “Oh, honey…” he said as he comes up to me but was pushed back by an invisible force. He looks surprised by this then looks at me. “Oh, I’m guessing this is one of your powers?” He asked me as I glare at him.

“Why? Why did you do this to me?” I asked him, angrily. “Think of it this way, darling, we’ll live that lavish we’ve always hoped for.” He said to me. “I wanted that but do it the proper way!” I exclaimed. “But this way is so much better and you’ll be famous. Everyone will know your name.” Adam said, excitedly.

“You know I hate being in the spotlight. Why the hell would you think I’d want to be famous? Let alone superhero level of famous?!” I spat, angrily. “It won’t be that bad. You’ll see, once you get started, you’ll actually start to like it. You might even make some new friends.” He said, sounding like he was talking to a child, and I begin to shake at this. Then I go to slap him but he was shoved back by an invisible force and he falls back and hits the padded wall.

“What the hell?!” He exclaimed. “Don’t you dare talk to me like I’m a child!!!” I shout as he scrambles back to his feet. “I’m just trying to help you.” Adam said. “Help me?! You’ve completely ruined my life!” I shout, livid. “Don’t be so dramatic, darling.” He said, waving his hand vaguely.

I growled under my breath and bared my teeth. “Get the hell outta my sight. Right now!” I screamed at him. “Oh, come now, (y/n)! Don’t act like a child!” He said and I stare at him. “I want a divorce.” I whispered and he stares at me. “You don’t mean that.” He said and I felt a tear run down my face. “I mean it. I don’t want to see you anymore.” I said then his face turns from concern to determine.

”Well, it’s not gonna happen, my dearest. We made a vow. For better or worse, remember? And also, you being a divorced woman? Your career will be ruined before it even started. People will look down on you.” Adam said and I glare at him again as my eyes begin to fill with unshed tears.

”I hate you.” I growled at him and he gives a small smirk. “You don’t mean that. You’ll see in time, this was what’s best for you.” He said then he leaves the room. Once the door closes behind him, I crumbled to my knees and begin to scream and cry.

Present Day

The Next Day

*3rd Person POV*

“You must be having a fսcking laugh. That little cսոt crawled up a guy's cock and blew him to bits. He almost killed Frenchie, and you're just gonna let him go 'cause Stan Edgar asked nice?” Billy Butcher asked Hughie, angrily. The night before they had captured an out of control Supe that was causing problems and brought him in to this company by Neuman that deals with out of control Supes. “Supe collateral damage is down 60%.” Hughie tried to assure him as Frenchie and Kimiko were sitting off the side into their own desks. “Oh, come off it. That's that twɑt Neuman talking.” Butcher argued.

”She has locked up more Supes this year than every other year combined.” Hughie argued. “Then you're a fսcking twɑt. Hughie, you're working with Vought! I'm...” Butcher argued until Kimiko made a loud, discordant music with her keyboard. “Fuck me. I should've done Termite when I had the chance.” Butcher growls.

“Look, look, look, things are good. We're actually winning.” Hughie said. “Winning, are we? Locking up a couple of nobodies ain't winning. They got all the money and all the power, and they want us dead. We're outmanned and outgunned, and we got to put them cսոts in a box before they do it to us.” Butcher shouts. “If you would just compromise a little bit...” said Hughie and this angers Butcher.

"Compromise? Fսck you. Your whole life's a compromise.” Butcher shouts. “Hey, at least I have a fսcking life!” Hughie shouts but then stops when he realized what he said as Butcher glares at him. “I didn't mean that. Look. Look. Can we just stop dancing around this? I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I left.” Hughie said as Kimiko continues to play her keyboard.

”You think I give a shite?” Butcher asked him. “Yeah, I think you do. I think you're pissed that M.M. and I both left.” Hughie said. “M.M. was a bit of a loss. You not so much.” Butcher said then he chuckled a little. “Butcher...it's been a year. You can stop all this. It's okay to stop. To move on. She would've wanted you to.” Hughie tells him as the keyboard music continues until Butcher couldn’t take it anymore.

”Oi, Stevie fսcking Wonder! Will you knock it off? You're doing me fսcking head in! Jesus fսcking Christ. Everyone's losing their fսcking minds.” Butcher shouts and Kimiko recoils back as Frenchie turns to her. “Hey. Forget it.” He whispers to her. “Or maybe they're just trying to be happy.” Hughie argues and Butcher glares at him again before he walks off.

Then Hughie turns to Kimiko. “I thought it sounded great.” He tells her as the door to the office opens then closes and Kimiko smiles at Hughie before she continues to play on her keyboard.

*(y/n)’s POV*

I laughed at the story Bethany was telling me as we sat at a table in this diner, eating lunch. “I mean, it was terrible! Made a mess everywhere!” She tells me, recounting the chaos her two year old grandson did at her house. “Sounds like tyrant.” I joked. “Oh he is but…he does have his cute moments and then I love him all over again.” She said and she gives a smile at this and I smile back.

”Must be nice.” I muttered. “Well, you could have that! My granddaughter told me about these dating apps people use nowadays to met people.” Bethany said and I groan and roll my eyes. “Beth, no…” I groaned and Bethany gives me a frown. “Oh, c’mon, you should met someone!” She said and I shake my head. “No.” I said. “Why not?” She asked me.

”I said no, Beth. I just…I’m not interested.” I said and Bethany gives me a sympathetic look. “Ben really did steal your heart, didn’t he?” She asked me and I frown and set my cup of coffee down on the table. Then she reaches over and places a hand over my hand. “I’m sorry. I know that it’s coming up on the anniversary of his death and it’s always hard on you. But I just…I just want you to be happy. See you smile again.” She tells me as she pats my hand.

”It’s more than he stole my heart, he was my other half. And I just feel…empty…” I said then I sighed. “Maybe we could do something for him on the anniversary?” Bethany suggests and I look over at him and give a small smile to her. “That does sound nice. I might look into that and let you know.” I tell her and she smiles at this. “Okay….” She said and I feel this overwhelming sadness taking over me.

”Excuse me.” I said, doing everything in my power not to burst into tears, and then I head to the bathroom and walk over to the sink. I take a deep breath then let it out, slowly, and look at myself in the mirror. And the moment I look at myself in the mirror, I start to cry.

After I cried in the bathroom for a bit, I clean my face then head back out and finish with my lunch with Bethany. She leaves and I sighed and run my fingers over my eyes as I hear someone take Bethany’s seat. “You’re early.” I said, plainly. “Well, would’ve been here sooner but your friend kept sticking around.” A female voice said and I raise my head up to see Queen Maeve sitting across me, wearing civilian clothes instead of her hero gear.

"You okay?" Maeve asked me, her eyes narrowed with concern. I raise an eyebrow at this then nod. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just...didn't have a good night sleep, is all." I said and I pull my bag towards me, dig into it and pull out the file. "Here is all the information I can give you." I said as I hand her the file.

"Whatever it was that killed Soldier Boy. I'm sure it will kill Homelander." I said as Maeve takes the file and opens it to read it. "I’m sure you know the crap Vought put out about his death is bullshit.” I said and Maeve nods. “I had a hunch. But to be sure, you didn’t see anything or how he died, right?” She asked me and I shake my head. “No, I didn’t. All I remember is that I was fighting alongside him then I was knocked out.” I said and Maeve nods as she closes the file and puts it in her own bag.

"Okay, well, I'll give this to Butcher and I'll see what I can do." Maeve said and I nod. "Just tell your friend that I don't want to be bothered by this. I want to be left alone." I said and she nods. "I understand." Maeve said then she stands up, walks up to me and pats my shoulder. "Thank you." She tells me and I smile at her. She smiles back at me then walks out of the diner while I sit there for a moment before I get up and walk out of the building.

Flashback

“Just follow the answers we gave you and everything will be alright.” Miller tells me as we stand in a back room area. We were in this grand ballroom and Vought wanted to introduce me as the new superhero, so they brought me and Adam into a back room to go over basically my script for questions that the press would ask me.

It had been a couple of months since I got powers and during that time they had to test me and see what kind of powers I would develop. It seems I have strength, the ability to move objects without touching them and some sort’ve shielding powers. They even came up with a name for me, Mystic Shade, and a backstory for me because if they told my real backstory that would make them look bad.

Now my story is I was born with these powers and ever since seeing this awful war that is going on with Germany, I wanted to help out anyway I could.

Vought came up with this to not only give the men someone to oggle at but someone the women could look up to and maybe have them want to help in the war as much as they could.

I stand there as I fidget with my fingers and looking down at my outfit, which was inspired by the nursing outfit the women wore and knee-high white boots. The little white tiara that adorn my head was slipping forward and I push it back in place.

”Darling?” Adam asked me and I look over at him as he holds my hand. I scoff and yank my hand out of his. I was still angry with him and we haven’t really talked much, only time we got together was when we went to bed but nothing would happen except just sleeping the night away.

I look over at Miller and nodded and he smiles then walks out of the room. “How long are you gonna keep acting like this?” Adam asked me. “Just because I can’t divorce you, doesn’t mean I’m gonna forgive you either.“ I replied. “You can’t stay mad at me forever.” He tells me and I turn to him, lean into him as I stare him into his eyes. “Watch me.” I challenged just as the door opens and a young woman comes in.

”Mystic Shade? You’re needed out there.” She said and I take a deep breath and follow her out of the room, leaving Adam alone in the room.

I walk up to the stage as Doctor Vought was at the microphone, talking. Then he turns to me and holds his arm out to me. “Now please welcome the new hero, Mystic Shade!” He said and I push back all of my negative emotions and smile and wave as I walk up to him while the crowd applauded.

I go to Dr. Vought and he shakes my hand then kisses both of my cheeks then leads me to the microphone. Once I get to the microphone, Dr Vought said. “Now, Mystic Shade, will be taking questions.”

And a flood of voices saying over here, over here chanted out and Vought points to a random person. “Yes, you there!” He calls out. “How does it feel to be selected to join by Dr. Vought?” A male voice called out. “Um, it is an incredible opportunity here. And I’m very excited to join.” I replied then more raised hands and voices. Dr Vought pointed out to a different man.

“When did you first discover your powers?” The second man asked me. “I was about fifteen or sixteen years old when I found out. I guess I was alway born with them it just didn’t develop until I became a teenager.” I replied. “And what are they? I mean, what can you do?” The man asked. “Well, I’m strong, I can move objects without touching them and I can make shields to protect myself and people around me.” I replied and there was a series of ooh’s and aah’s across the crowd.

Then another round of hands shooting up in the air and Dr Vought points at another hand. "So, are you gonna help out with the war? If so, how does it feel to be the first woman to be out in the field?" The third man asked. "It is something I never would've imagined but I want to help out not just the country but the people who are involved." I said then another man calls out.

"So what's it feel like to achieve everything you hoped for?" He asked and I paused at this. Truth is I didn't achieve anything, this is all a lie. I wanted to scream that out so badly but I couldn't as I stood there frozen. "I-I, uh..." I stammered then Vought comes up to me and places his hands on my shoulders. "I'm sure she feels fantastic. She's being very modest right now. Not being used to this kind of attention can make anyone freeze. So let's give a hand for our new hero!" Vought said and there was applause and I give a small, weak smile.

Minutes later, I walk out on the balcony and took in a deep breath then let it out. Being in that ballroom suffocated me. I lean against the stone railings of the balcony and took in some quick breathes until anger rose in my chest and I slam my fists down on it, making the stone crack. "Whoa-ho, remind me not to make you angry." A male voice said, a bit of a laugh in his tone.

I jumped at this, not expecting anyone out here, and look to my left to see a man, in a army uniform with a long coat, standing some feet away from me. "I'm not in the mood to talk." I grumbled and I look out on the balcony. "I figured. Saw you up on that stage....and well, here..." he said and I look over at him and see him holding a bottle out to me. "You need this more than me."

"Did you steal that from party?" I asked him. "More like borrowing." He said, shrugging, and I chuckled a bit then take the bottle from him. "Thank you." I said and I begin to drink from it. "I'm guessing rough day?" He asked me. “You could say that.” I muttered and I take another drink from the bottle.

“These Vought parties are never what the public thinks they are. The only good things here are the food, the booze…and the pretty women.” He said and he gives me a flirtatious smile. I giggled a little and smile, which I just realized is my first genuine smile I’ve made in months. “I’m flattered but…I’m married.” I tell him and he has a surprised look on his face.

”I don’t believe that.” He said and I raise an eyebrow at him. “Oh? And why is that?” I asked him. “No sane man, especially a husband, would leave you out here on your own.” He said and I laugh a little again. “Maybe, I wanted to be alone.” I said and he shrugs a little. “You may have a point. But, even so, shouldn’t be out here alone. Some stranger could try to chat you up.” He said. “Like you?” I asked him, smiling, and he chuckles.

”Yeah…” he mutters and we share a small laugh then he holds his hand out to me. “I’m Ben.” He introduces and I take his hand. “(Y/n).” I said as we shake hands. “(Y/n), beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” He said and I give a bashful smile to him. “Thank you.” I said then he kisses the back of my hand and I felt my heart leap in my chest.

I haven’t felt this way in a long time, not since I married my husband.

“So, you happily married?” He asked me and my smile falters. “Judging by that frown, I’m guessing not.” Ben said and I sighed. “Just…going through a tough time right now.” I said. “That’s why I never married, when the tough times come in, there’s nothing to tie you down.” Ben said and I nod at this. “I’m starting to think that’s a good idea.” I said before I drink from the bottle again.

At that moment, we hear the door open behind us and I look over my shoulder to see it was Adam. “There you are.” Adam said as he comes up to me. Then he looks over at Ben and seems surprised. “Oh, I see you’re talking to your teammate.” He said and I furrow my brow. “Huh?” I said and Adam places an arm around my shoulder. “This is Soldier Boy. Your partner in the war.” Adam tells me and I was surprised by this.

I have heard the name Soldier Boy but I didn’t know what he looked like since I was trapped in that lab for the last few months.

I look over at Ben and he gives me a smile. “Surprise?” He asked me. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me for not recognizing you, sir.” I said to him. “It’s fine, just don’t go forgetting my face now.” He said, smiling, and I chuckled. “I most certainly will not.” I said and he nods.

”Well, I’ll leave you two alone. I’m sure I’m needed in there.” Ben said as he gestures to the door. And I felt a little sad about him leaving, I was kinda enjoying his company. “You two have a good evening.” Ben said as he walks over to the door. “And you as well.” Adam said then Adam turns to me as I look out on the balcony.

”I see you already starting the night off.” Adam said, gesturing to the bottle of champagne in my hands, but I don’t respond as I look over my shoulder in time to see Ben go to the door. It seemed he sensed me and he looks over his shoulder at me then smiles and gives me a wink before he walks in.

My heart absolutely fluttered at this and I felt my face go red before I look back out on the balcony

Present Day

*3rd Person POV*

"I heard Termite walked. My lead was good. What happened?" Maeve asked, annoyed, as she walks into Butcher's office. Butcher brings up his glass of whiskey up to his lips, stops as he looks at her then shakes his head. "Don't ask." He grumbles and he drinks from his glass.

"Well, we got to talk. I think I have something, thanks to my informant." Maeve said and she hands him a folder. "Informant?" Butcher asked as he takes the file and opens it to see some pages of information and pictures of Soldier Boy. "Soldier Boy. So what?" Butcher said as he looks up at her.

"Remember how he died?" Maeve asked him. "Stopping a nuclear meltdown in Ohio. '83, '84, I think, got buried beneath a reactor. Always thought it was bollocks." Butcher said. "Yeah, you thought right. Read." She tells him and he reads the file.

"What's B.C.L. RED?" He asked. "If you believe the rumors, it's the thing that killed Soldier Boy. My informant said it's some kind of gun or weapon or something. Had to have been a fսcking H-bomb. He was nearly as strong as..." Maeve said as Butcher looks through the file and looks at some pictures.

"If we can find this...weapon or whatever it is, maybe we can use it to blow Homelander's fսcking brains out." Maeve said. "If it is real, not some fսcking fable." Butcher said then he picks up the team-up picture of Payback. "Payback." Butcher mutters before he scoffs. "What a bunch of fսcking wankеrs." He said as he stares at photo. "When The Seven passed them as the number one super team, Crimson Countess sent me a box of cat shit. But not all of them were bad. She was a close friend of Soldier Boy and his ex-girlfriend." Maeve said as she gestures to the photo and points at the red-haired woman in the red outfit who was standing on the right of Soldier Boy.

"And, uh, Gunpowder was his sidekick." She said as she points at the young teen who was standing at Soldier Boy's left. "If anyone knows what happened to him, they do." Maeve said while Butcher noticed Noir in the photo. "Your mate Noir was in Payback. Why don't you ask him?" He asked her and Maeve scoffs. "Even if that walking tumor could talk, it wouldn't be to me." She said and Butcher looks at the photo again and noticed a woman standing on the other side of Gunpowder.

She looked about in her late twenties, her long (h/c) hair was braided and she was wearing a dark blue body-suit and a gold belt and knee high boots, a matching cape on her shoulders.

"Is that...?" Butcher started to ask and Mavee nodded. "Mystic Shade, yeah." She said. "Haven't heard that name in years." Butcher said and Maeve shrugs. "She retired sometime after Soldier Boy's death. She was fucking Soldier Boy." Maeve said as Butcher flips to another photo and this one was of Soldier Boy and Mystic Shade together. They were both smiling and Mystic Shade was hugging Soldier Boy as he had an arm around her waist.

Butcher then looks at Maeve. "Well then, I should be visiting her, not these two knobs." Butcher said but Maeve shakes her head. "No, Mystic Shade is off limits." She said, firmly, and Butcher gives her a curious look. "And why is that, princess?" Butcher asked and Maeve just glares at him.

Suddenly, it clicks with him. "Mystic Shade is your informant, isn't she?" He asked and Maeve averts his gaze and he smiles, knowing he was right. "Fine! Yes, she was the one that gave me this information. But she told me, specifically, that she didn't want to be questioned because this is all she wanted to give." Maeve said and Butcher watches her. "So, please, don't go bothering her." Maeve demanded.

"Well, well, well, didn't know you had such a soft spot for Mystic Shade." Butcher said and Maeve sighs. "We've been in communication for almost a year. Then when she heard about Homelander and all the fucked up things he's done and how I want him gone, she provided this." Maeve said and Butcher gives her a look that basically said he knew there was more to it.

"Fine, she was one of the heroes I looked up to when I was a kid, okay! Unlike most of these assholes, she actually cares about people." Maeve said. "Oh, I doubt that." Butcher said. "Doubt it all you want but it's the truth." Maeve said as she digs into her purse and pulls out a little bag. "Here." She said and Butcher takes the bag, unzips it and sees small vials of green liquid.

"What's this?" He asked her. "It's Temp V. One shot makes you a Supe for 24 hours. I mean, they think. It's still in R&D." Maeve said and Butcher gives her a look. "Oh, great, so powers, maybe. Maybe my bollocks swell up like footballs. Yeah?" Butcher said, sarcastically. "Payback may be a bunch of fսck holes, but they're strong. And they're dangerous. If you're going against them, you're gonna need it." Maeve warns.

"And what makes you think that me, of all people, would want to turn into one of you?" Butcher asked her as he takes a step closer to her. "This is our best chance to kill Homelander. Don't fսck it up." She said.

*(y/n)’s POV*

I sat at the table of my kitchen, staring at the letter I had received in the mail today. I sighed as I reread this damn letter from an old teammate of mine.

Mystic Shade,

I hope this letter finds you well. I know it has been years since we’ve talked or seen each other but I wanna discuss something with you. I can’t do it over the letter, I want to talk, face to face.

Voughtland is having a in memory of the anniversary of Ben’s death tomorrow and I’m gonna be there as a special guest. I’m hoping you could come and I’ll even tell my agent that you’re coming so you can come backstage for free.

I do hope to see you there.

Crimson Countess

”Shit.” I grumbled as I look at the letter. Countess and I were never really close, so her asking to talk to me is beyond weird. But curiosity did peak my interest so I decided that I’ll go and see what she wants.

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