Get It To Work

“Wait, don’t I NEED to know the plan?” Belle argued as the portal began to form. She shouted over the purple swirls, “Jefferson! What do I do?”

“Don’t worry about it! Just jump!” the hatter lept in after his words,disappearing in an instant. Once his feet were on solid ground once more he turned on his heel with arms wide open to catch Belle when she fell. People always seemed to eat shit the first time they entered the hall of doors.

“Not comforting. The first part at least.” Belle told him with a droll look, although she did giggle when Jefferson did the hand gesture that the Dark One’s dramatics had coined. “What’s your plan then?” She asked, arching a perfect brow.

“Don’t worry about him. He’s a big softie, wouldn’t really hurt either one of us. Well, mostly because you’re with me.” he loved that adorable little giggle, he would hear it again. “You don’t need to worry about that.” he pushed the table against the wall and cracked his knuckles. “You ready?” he set the hat on the ground and spun it. It knew its master, and it knew what it had to do. Soon the portal began swirling.

“That’s amazing.” Belle told Jefferson, her eyes shining excitedly. “Will the hat really take us to Narnia? Oh dear, this isn’t some sort of test of Rumplestiltskin’s, is it?” She worried. She knew she would have failed it if that were the case; adventure was always her weak point.

“Oh if this was a test you would have already failed. Rumple would have come out all where do you think you’re going, dearie?” he mimicked, doing the signature hand gesture of the Dark One. “Either way, I have an idea that will keep us both out of trouble should he be mad at us upon arrival.”

“So how does it work?” Belle asked curiously, helping as much as she could to move the tables that were in the room. The tables felt, to the former Princess, that they’d been bolted down with weights. “This magic of yours, I mean….”

He clicked his tongue, trying to get the words to come out correctly, or to find the right ones at all. “Well it’s not my magic per se, it’s the hats.” he removed it from his head, running a hand through his hair. “We’re connected you see, the hat is like a part of me. I will it to work, and it does.”

As much as Belle resented being called a ‘thing’, she decided the adventure was worth it. She let it go, giving Jefferson a hesitant smile instead. “Alright, let’s go then. I trust you.” She stated, squeezing his hand.

“You’re going to regret ever saying that to me.” he smirked, looking devilish. “So, what realm would you like to see today my dear? Oz? Narnia? You name it.”

“You can take me to Narnia? But I thought that was only a place in books!” Belle gasped in surprise. “I choose Narnia, though, definitely.” She decided with a wide grin. She chose not to comment on his possible future abuse of her trust.

“Narnia is more than real, Belle. It’s stunning this time of year. We could go play in the snow if you’d like.” he offered, straightening his hat. “Though if that’s the case you’ll need to dress warmer.”

“Alright, just a moment.” Belle slunk away from him to get her cloak. “Is this enough?” She asked as she turned back around to look at Jefferson. “Or do I need a different dress as well?”

He looked Belle up and down pretty shamelessly, taking in her visage. “No, I think you’ll be just fine.” he opened the door in a grandiose way. “Now lets get to moving the tables. I need a bit more space to work my magic.”

As much as Belle resented being called a ‘thing’, she decided the adventure was worth it. She let it go, giving Jefferson a hesitant smile instead. “Alright, let’s go then. I trust you.” She stated, squeezing his hand.

“You’re going to regret ever saying that to me.” he smirked, looking devilish. “So, what realm would you like to see today my dear? Oz? Narnia? You name it.”

“You can take me to Narnia? But I thought that was only a place in books!” Belle gasped in surprise. “I choose Narnia, though, definitely.” She decided with a wide grin. She chose not to comment on his possible future abuse of her trust.

“Narnia is more than real, Belle. It’s stunning this time of year. We could go play in the snow if you’d like.” he offered, straightening his hat. “Though if that’s the case you’ll need to dress warmer.”

As much as Belle resented being called a ‘thing’, she decided the adventure was worth it. She let it go, giving Jefferson a hesitant smile instead. “Alright, let’s go then. I trust you.” She stated, squeezing his hand.

“You’re going to regret ever saying that to me.” he smirked, looking devilish. “So, what realm would you like to see today my dear? Oz? Narnia? You name it.”

Belle hesitated. Just for a second. “What about Rumplestiltskin?” She asked uncertainly. “Will he be angry I’ve gone with you?” she wanted to know. It wasn’t that she didn’t want the adventure, but this had to be done carefully if she didn’t want the Ogres back at Avonlea.

However, that being said, she slid her hand up his clothed chest to take her hand in his. A bit dramatic, but Belle knew he would appreciate the flirtatious theatrics.

#he is the most impatient of men

He chuckled at the gesture. “Well look who’s got a mischievous side~” his purring voice was soft, pulling her up against him. There was nothing he wanted to do more than ravish her but he could wait. He was a patient man.

“Don’t worry about him, I can handle him. I’m always making off with his things.” he winked at her and moved a stray piece of hair from her face.

“Yes Ma– Jefferson.” Belle agreed obediently, a sly little grin on her face. She stepped backwards just a toe, trying to set some space between them. “Gaston? No… Well, we were to be married in the fall, but Rumplestiltskin saved me from that marriage.” She said thankfully.

“Gaston and I, we were never….. matched. I wanted adventure and he wanted me to sit at home with the babies. Which— I’m not exactly opposed to, but I want to live first.” She explained rather breathlessly.

“Do you understand?”

He wasn’t much fond of the space put between them but he was hardly going to speak out. “Saved you? Well I suppose that’s the right word. Always knew he was a dick.” it was strange to think about Rumple saving someone that wasn’t himself.

“Oh I get it completely, adventure is out there dear Belle, if you’re willing to take it “ he held out his hand. “So, are you willing?”

Belle was more than aware of the times Jefferson took in all of her assets, but she didn’t call him on it. She’d learned her place was silent at Gaston’s side, but Rumplestiltskin had yet to show any sort of opinion. Though the hatter was his friend, so surely he’d side there.

“I’m uh, simply biding my time, Master Jefferson. Plus, here in the Dark Castle we don’t get many visitors.” She pointed out sensibly, tilting her head to look up at him.

Master Jefferson? Oh he could get used to the sound of that. But, if he was to get what he wanted here he would need to help her relax a little. Hopefully Rumple wouldn’t be too much of a cockblock this time.

“There’s no need for all the formalities Belle, just call me Jefferson.” he smirked. “So you and that- Gaston fellow- never anything there?”

@ahatwithnomagic :: Oh snap! Jefferson just cupped Belle’s cheek.

Suddenly

When Jefferson’s hands cup her cheeks suddenly, for a second Belle is grateful. They hide the pretty blush that surfaces at his nearness. It isn’t necessarily that she likes the eccentric hat maker/portal jumper. Not in any romantic sense, at least — though it would grow to have that potential, if either explored it. No, she just liked his nearness. It reminded her that Rumplestiltskin is not, in fact, the last person she’ll ever know. She knew Jefferson now.

“Can I help you?” She cleared her throat at last.

This girl, this girl, oh she was fun to mess with. Beautiful golden dress, pretty voice and not to mention other assets Jefferson proudly took in when she wasn’t looking. Rumple sure knew how to pick them. And with his connection to the dark one he had a bit of a pass at any ill feeling he invoked in the lady, so if this went south it was no big deal.

“Oh not at all, just wondering how a dame like you hasn’t been married off yet.”

“Oh I don’t understand?” Rumplestiltskin growled, shaking his head sternly. “How long have you known that I needed this curse to bring back MY son?” Rumple snapped. His patience was clearly running thin. “Do you mean to say that YOUR DAUGHTER is more important than MY SON?!”

“Rumple your plan was flawed from the beginning. You don’t know what it is like to have your child right there and not being able to hold them, to parent them! I went so long without her and she’s RIGHT THERE!” tears were streaming down his face, his eyes getting cloudy. His madness was taking control of his brain. “Your son is probably dead Rumplestiltskin! You know that! So quit acting like your situation is the same!”

@ahatwithnomagic

“How could you do this, this horrible thing, when you could have come to me?”

“We both know I had no choice. My mind is a powerful thing, and it’s shackles are strong. I saw my way out and took it. It just…” He rubbed the back of his neck from where the glass had cut him. “Bit me in the ass.”

“Bullshit you had no choice! You could have come to me, Jefferson.” Rumplestiltskin ran his hand through his hair, angry glare in place as he turned to look at the Hatter. “You could have caused the entire curse to collapse, Jefferson. We’d be sent back to the Enchanted-fucking-Forest.”

"That's the entire fucking point! That is where I want to be!" He yelled. He was desperate to have his daughter back, it was clear in his sleepless eyes. He was about to start sobbing again. This was his breaking point. He couldn't do it anymore. "You could never understand what it's like!"

@ahatwithnomagic

“How could you do this, this horrible thing, when you could have come to me?”

"We both know I had no choice. My mind is a powerful thing, and it's shackles are strong. I saw my way out and took it. It just..." He rubbed the back of his neck from where the glass had cut him. "Bit me in the ass."

What Happens in Vegas

“You excited for this?” He smiled, leaning in to kiss him.

He was about to protest until he felt him sucking and slowly tugged on his hair.

Tj moaned softly,starting to bob his head

He grinned at let his head fall back, just enjoying himself.

Tj sucked harder,moving his head faster. He loved pleasuring hatter.

A groan left his lips, trying to keep his breathing in check so he didn’t make too much noise. But it was getting hard. He looked down and met TJ’s eyes.

Tj looked up at him,keeping his eyes locked on his and slowed his movements

He bit his lip, feeling himself twitch when he slowed. “Damn babe. You’re incredible.”

Tj pulls back,licking his lips “am I?”

“Yes-” he said through gritted teeth. “Don’t stop.”

Tj smirks “ask nicely” he licked his tip “or I can curl up with a good book now”

“Please~” he grinned, just holding his chin.

Tj takes him back into his mouth,going all the way down,moaning softly

"Mmm..." Hatter groaned, pre sliding out of his head. "Beautiful..."

What Happens in Vegas

“You excited for this?” He smiled, leaning in to kiss him.

He was about to protest until he felt him sucking and slowly tugged on his hair.

Tj moaned softly,starting to bob his head

He grinned at let his head fall back, just enjoying himself.

Tj sucked harder,moving his head faster. He loved pleasuring hatter.

A groan left his lips, trying to keep his breathing in check so he didn’t make too much noise. But it was getting hard. He looked down and met TJ’s eyes.

Tj looked up at him,keeping his eyes locked on his and slowed his movements

He bit his lip, feeling himself twitch when he slowed. “Damn babe. You’re incredible.”

Tj pulls back,licking his lips “am I?”

“Yes-” he said through gritted teeth. “Don’t stop.”

Tj smirks “ask nicely” he licked his tip “or I can curl up with a good book now”