could you do max hatter x the daughter of eugene and rapunzel who inherited her dads sticky fingers- basically just shenanigans of max and the reader pickpocketing/ stealing from each other as an excuse to be around one another
pls don't feel pressured to write this if you don't feel inspired or are overwhelmed by other requests! tysm! 🤍
Tangled Thieves
A/N- Thank you so much for this request! I loved writing it and hopefully this is similar to what you had in mind.
Pairing: Max Hatter x Daughter of Rapunzel! Reader
Words: 1.4k
Synopsis: Max pick pockets Rapunzel's daughter, not knowing she has a few tricks up her sleeve.
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Being that daughter of Rapunzel and Eugene, you were bound to inherit some of your parents' traits. You developed a passion for the arts, especially painting and sketching, from your mom. And you also gained a special knack for pickpocketing or getting into places you shouldn’t be, much to your dad’s amusement. You never used these talents to cause harm to others, but if it meant defeating Maximus and Pascal in a game of hide and seek, you never hesitated to use them.
After the barrier came down around the Isle of the Lost, the differences between the HKs and the VKs became much more apparent. Groups began to form and all of a sudden, you were placed with the HKs, not that you minded their company. By the time you were old enough to attend Auradon Prep, it seemed that most people had forgotten your father’s past and therefore had a tendency to underestimate you. Not that you ever corrected them because it was always nice to have an ace up your sleeve.
One afternoon as you are making your way to your heroic leadership class, you bump into Max Hatter as you are turning a corner which sends you tumbling to the ground. Expecting him to walk away and leave you there, you are surprised to see him extend his hand out to you.
“You better watch where you're going princess. You never know who you might bump into” Max smirks down at you while simultaneously helping you up.
“Sorry, I must have been a little distracted” you politely respond back. Noticing the your wrist that was wearing a bracelet feels lighter, you check and see that your bracelet is gone. Instead of calling Max out on this, you decide to have a bit of fun.
Going into full damsel in distress, princess mode you fling your arms around Max pulling him into a hug. “Thank you so much for helping me up. You really didn’t have to do that” you say as sweetly as possible while stealthily removing his wallet from his coat as you pull away from him.
Max, too flustered by the sudden and unexpected display of affection, does not notice his wallet is now missing.
“Yeah, well just..'uh...don’t let it happen again” Max stammers out with his cheeks tinted with a light pink that was not there before.
“Well, I will see you around Max. I better get to class since I don't want to be late” you say with a smile before turning away and setting off towards your class. As you walk away, you can’t help the grin on your face as you wonder how long it will take for him to notice his wallet is gone.
Max, completely dumbfounded by the entire interaction, stands unmoving, and watches you walk away. Realizing what he is doing, he snaps himself out of it and heads to his class.
It would not be until after the final class ends that Max would realize that his wallet is missing. Max is currently sitting in the garden talking with the other VKs.
“You should have seen the look on his face after the reading I gave him” Felix laughs as he recounts his earlier tarot reading with one of the HKs that morning.
“Sounds like a blast” Hazel barely responds, as she is more focused on trying to get the Smees to stop climbing the nearby tree before they hurt themselves.
“I had the strangest interaction with who I think is Rapunzel's daughter. I never caught her name.” Max says to the group now that Felix is done with his story.
“I think it’s Y/N” Felix responds, having met you in his Auradon's history class.
After learning your name Max couldn’t help but notice how much it suited you.
“Well, she crashed into me this morning, causing her to fall down. When I helped her up, I saw that she had a nice bracelet so I snatched it. Then out of nowhere she hugged me before running off” Max tells his friends, still confused by the experience.
“Hugged you? Oh, I wish I could have seen that” Hazel laughs at Max after having successfully distracted the Smees with snacks. “Did she notice the missing bracelet?”
“No, she didn’t. It looks expensive though” Max shares as he reaches into his coat pocket to show his friends the bracelet. While he is able to find the bracelet, his pocket is noticeably emptier. Realizing what has happened, Max exclaims “My wallet is gone! I think the princess snatched my wallet!”
Hazel and the other VKs finding the situation hilarious start crying out with laughter. The image of a princess taking Max’s wallet is too ridiculous not to laugh at.
“The princess took your wallet, and you didn’t even notice. No wonder she hugged you out of nowhere” Hazel continues to laugh while drying a fake tear from her eye with her hook.
“It's not funny guys!” Max responds distressed. “I thought she was just overly nice like some of the other HKs. Now I’m going to have to go find her to get it back”. Max stands up getting ready to go search for Y/N.
“Good luck with that” Felix tells his friend while still laughing.
Across campus, you are happily painting away in the art classroom. Technically no students are supposed to be in here, but after you had picked the lock multiple times, Fairy Godmother got tired of trying to stop you since you weren’t doing anything besides paint. Unsure of what to paint today, you dipped your paintbrush into some purple paint before bringing it up to the canvas. Your brush glides across the canvas, and while you were unsure of what you were painting, you knew it would come to you soon.
As Max passed by the art classroom in search of you, he heard movement coming from inside the classroom. This stood out to him as there were normally no teachers left in the classroom at this hour. Moving closer to investigate, he sees you inside the classroom painting.
Opening the door quickly Max exclaims “You took my wallet!”
Surprised by his sudden appearance you drop your paint brush, which thankfully misses the canvas. “You made me drop my brush” you huff out sadly.
“You took my wallet earlier” Max repeats again, not caring about having startled you.
“And you took my bracelet” You respond unimpressed, picking up your dropped brush.
“If you knew I took your bracelet, why didn’t you say anything?” Max questions.
“Where’s the fun in that? I wanted to see how long it would take you to notice” you laugh, pulling out Max’s wallet from your bag.
“I don’t think stealing wallets is very princessy behavior” Max can’t help but grin at you, intrigued by your behavior.
“Well, my dad used to be a thief, and you were just asking for it when you took my bracelet.” You smile at him. “I’ll trade you your wallet back for my bracelet.”
“Hmm” Max hums. “Or I could keep your bracelet, and you give me my wallet back.” He smirks at you.
“Ha. Very funny Max” You respond sarcastically. “How about I keep your wallet and steal my bracelet back when you least expect it, leaving you with nothing.”
“Fine, your bracelet for my wallet” Max concedes, taking your bracelet out of his pocket.
You and Max trade back your items keeping a close eye on each other to make sure neither of you takes something from the other.
“It was a pleasure doing business with you Max” you tell him as you begin to pack your stuff up getting ready to leave the classroom as it was getting late.
“I never knew a princess could have such sticky fingers” Max says with a smile.
“Well, there’s a lot you don’t know about me” you smile back at him before walking up to Max, reaching up to cradle his face, and planting a soft kiss on his cheek. Stepping back from him, you add with a wink “I’ll see you around Hatter”.
Before Max knew it, you were out the door before he even had the chance to respond. It was only when he heard your laughter down the hallway, did he realize that his hat was missing.
Breathless and rosy cheeked Max knew that would not be the last time he saw you.
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max hatter | white queen descendant!reader | gn!reader |
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a/n | wanted to post something before i started request so people get an idea how i write things! love this boy a lot really couldn’t help myself to make him first. lmk what you think!
border by @/dollywons
The first rule of Wonderland politics was simple:
Never trust anyone smiling at you.
The second?
Never trust anyone who wasn't.
You learned both before you could walk.
The White Queen's descendant sat at the edge of the castle gardens, one gloved hand balancing a delicate porcelain teacup while the other skimmed through a thick, white-bound book. Beside you rested an acceptance letter to Auradon Prep.
Every rose in the garden leaned subtly closer, eager to peek at its contents.
"Eyes on your own petals," you sighed, snapping the book shut.
The flowers immediately straightened, pretending they hadn't been staring.
A small laugh escaped you.
Peace. Quiet.
Exactly how you preferred it.
Exactly how you assumed it would remain...
...until it didn't.
A startled scream split the air overhead.
Your gaze lifted just in time to see a boy around your age plummet over the castle wall and disappear into a hedge with an impressive crash.
Silence returned.
For all of three seconds.
The boy burst upright, leaves tangled in his hair caught beneath the brim of an oversized hat. He looked wildly around the garden until his eyes found yours.
For a fleeting moment, the panic in his expression melted into something else. Curiosity — as though he'd stumbled upon something far rarer than an escape route.
A crooked grin spread across his face.
Then heavy footsteps echoed beyond the gates.
His grin vanished instantly, and his panic returned tenfold.
"Hide me... please." He begs.
You considered the request.
If he was fleeing the unmistakable march of royal guards, perhaps he deserved whatever consequences awaited him.
Yet desperation was difficult to counterfeit.
His eyes carried none of the arrogance of a criminal — only the urgency of someone truly cornered. Against your better judgment, compassion prevailed.
You gave a small nod and he hurried to your side.
"Do not make me regret this," you said evenly, rearranging the items on your tea table as though nothing were amiss.
You sprinkled another spoonful of sugar into your tea.
"You won't, I prom—"
You spared him no opportunity to finish.
Instead, you pressed the teacup gently toward his lips.
He took an involuntary sip.
It took only seconds.
His voice squeaked.
His sleeves swallowed his hands.
Until finally...
...he stood no taller than your boot.
You carefully gathered him into your palm just as the castle gates burst open.
The Queen of Hearts' Royal Deck marched into the gardens, armor gleaming and spears striking the stone in perfect rhythm.
Their eyes swept across the grounds.
You merely lifted your teacup with quiet composure.
"Ordinarily," you observed, "one receives notice before such a grand entrance."
Your calm gaze settled upon the captain.
"To what do we owe the pleasure of the Queen of Hearts' Royal Deck visiting the White Queen's gardens?"
Only then did they seem to notice you.
Every soldier snapped to attention.
One bearing six embroidered hearts stepped forward and bowed deeply.
"We apologize for the disturbance, Your Highness."
From within your hand came a tiny whisper.
"They're apologizing?"
You shifted your fingers ever so slightly.
The miniature boy understood the warning and wisely fell silent.
"We are pursuing a fugitive," the captain continued. "He fled through this area after vandalizing royal property. Under the direct order of Her Majesty, the Queen of Hearts, we must bring him in. Have you happened to see him?"
The soldiers slammed their spear shafts against the stone. The sharp crack made the tiny figure in your hands flinch. Without drawing attention to it, you subtly angled your hands farther from the soldiers.
"There has been no such individual within these gardens," you replied without hesitation. "Nevertheless, I shall instruct our own guards to remain vigilant."
A measured pause followed.
"What is this fugitive's name?"
"Max Hatter, Your Highness. Son of Maddox Hatter."
You inclined your head thoughtfully, using your teacup to cover your moves.
Opening your hand just enough to glance downward, you found the tiny boy tipping his hat with entirely inappropriate politeness.
"I appreciate the information," you said. "You may carry on."
With another bow, the soldiers departed.
The gates shut behind them.
Silence reclaimed the gardens.
Only then did you release the breath you hadn't realized you were holding.
You lowered your hand to the table, releasing the fugitive from your grasp.
The miniature Hatter walks around the table, looking up expectantly.
"...Now what?"
You glanced toward the roses.
They immediately began shaking their branches.
A sleepy hedgehog tumbled out from beneath the bushes, along with a neatly wrapped biscuit that had apparently been serving as its pillow.
You offered the creature an apologetic smile.
"My apologies, Serge."
The hedgehog merely gave an understanding snuffle before curling back into its nap.
You broke off a small piece of the biscuit and handed it to Max.
He accepted it with both hands.
One bite later...
He was full-sized once again.
Max dusted crumbs from his coat before looking at you with unmistakable admiration.
Without warning, he reached for your hand.
He bowed.
Then gently pressed a kiss against your gloved knuckles.
"Thank you, Your Highness."
He stepped backward toward the gates.
"A pleasure, Hatter," you replied. "Although..."
You tilted your head ever so slightly.
"Are you certain you wish to leave through the very gate those guards just used?"
"A Hatter never stays in one place for long."
He flashed that same irrepressible grin.
"Besides..."
He effortlessly juggled your porcelain teacup between his hands.
"No one ever checks the same place twice."
One elegant eyebrow rose.
"So."
Your voice remained perfectly level.
"You intend to add royal theft to your growing list of charges?"
For perhaps the first time since crashing into your garden...
Max hesitated.
He looked down at the teacup. The porcelain gleamed beneath the afternoon sun.
Then he smiled.
"I suppose I do..."
His eyes met yours.
"...if it means I'll have an excuse to see you again at convocation."
A challenge. A playful one.
You met it without the slightest crack in your composure.
"I shall be certain to greet you."
A tiny pause.
"Perhaps with several guards accompanying me."
Max laughed.
"Then I'll hold the Crown to it."
He tipped his hat dramatically.
"Adieu."
Determined to make a graceful exit, he strode backward through the gates only to trip spectacularly over the threshold. The resulting crash echoed through the gardens.
He sprang upright as though nothing had happened.
You couldn't help it.
A soft laugh escaped you.
Max looked back.
The grin he gave you this time was smaller.
Warmer.
Then, the marching echoed close again. With another wave and a smirk of mischief, he disappeared beyond the walls.
You remained where you were, watching the gate sway gently until even the sound of footsteps faded into the distance.
Maddox Hatter's son...
How curious.
A chorus of delighted squeals suddenly erupted beside you.
The roses.
You turned to find their white petals slowly blushing pink.
Your expression remained composed, though you sighed as you lightly brushed the nearest bloom with the back of your hand.
"Compose yourselves."
The flowers only giggled harder.
You closed your eyes for a brief moment.
It seemed...
Auradon Prep was going to make for a very interesting year.
summary: working in the set of descendants was nothing short of a dream,however fans started noticing the closeness between you and a certain co-star
or: a compilation of times you and your secret boyfriend almost got publicly caught
warnings: secret-ish relationship,fools blatantly in love,invasive fans
this is buns i’m so sorry
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it was true,working in the descendants franchise was everything and more you could’ve imagined. being the first role you’ve ever booked,you were beyond anxious to meet the cast you’d work so closely with over the next many months. to your relief,they welcomed you as if you’d been in all their lives for years.
as life goes,everyone has their closer relationships with cast members and for you that was brendon. oh brendon. he was the first to talk to your fidgety self. creating a growing bond with him soon advanced after you realised the characters you play have a close friendship with one another.
you learned about eachother more,better than anybody else could and began going out one on one without the rest of the cast alongside you both. and on a late tuesday night long after filming was over, he shyly asked to be your boyfriend. the squeal you let out had to be at cat level frequency.
nevertheless,both of you decided to keep it between the two of you just incase of any mishap. despite the initial plan of secrecy,an accidental slip up of brendon calling you “darling” on the set of perfect princess soon wiped any going back. thankfully no crew members heard,only the main cast you’d grew so closely too. still,in a last hope they promised to keep it a secret. now your relationship lay in the hands of kylie,malia,liamani,alexandro,kiara,zavien,ryan and dayton. perfect. it was nicer,honestly, being able to love eachother infront of your closest friends however another slip up,or multiple, was bound to happen. especially with the help of invasive and nosy fans on the prowl.
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now the movie had been released for public view and you couldn’t have been prouder. per contra,this only meant everybody’s schedule was crammed, from interviews to red carpets;you and your beloved boyfriend barely caught a minute to yourselves.
brendon was at the gym,somewhere he was often whenever he got the chance. not that you minded,you liked a minute alone to wind down. whipping your phone out of your back pocket,you flop down on the sofa and curled your legs under yourself as you open tiktok. the first thing you see is yourself and brendon on set with the wide text ‘reasons why i believe reader and brendon are dating. part 1!!!!’.
you weren’t surprised but you were caught of guard. you knew how fans were even if someone barely interacted with another it always sparked controversy.
with no better thing to do,and pure curiosity because cmon who wouldn’t be curious,you let the first video of the series play on.
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the first video began with a clip of brendon filming the ‘group’ get ready for set and as he pointed at the camera,a silver ring catches the light on his pointer finger. the clip then switches to a picture of you in a recent instagram post alongside kiara and dayton with the very same ring on your finger. the wide yellow text then pops up ‘her wearing his ring?!’ nevertheless,you look down and see his ring on your middle finger. this could very well be a coincidence,except it wasn’t. you complimented the ring once on a whispered night in the sheets;the next thing you knew,the ring had been slipped onto your middle finger. clicking the comments,eager to see their opinion ↓
user102: omg and there’s literally a B engraved on the ring as well !!
brendontremblayfan56:better back off my man 😡
╰┈➤ user81:stfu you’re like 5yr
readerlover01: they’d be so cute
you read the comments with a small smile on your face,now you were invested. after clicking on the playlist,the next video begun so you settled into the sofa and let it play
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the second video was a little more obvious than the last. it was a harmless bts vlog from kiara showing the cast all in costume on set. she begins the video with a grin and malia by her side,talking about whatever however the creator of the playlist had circled brendon and you talking in the background. as animated as you are,you signal to him you were cold by rubbing your arms. your characters costume,as fitting and beautiful as it was,was certainly one of the showy ones resulting in the chill to affect you more. without a moment of hesitation,and without knowledge he was on camera,your beautiful boyfriend took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. yes the gentleman he was however fans also noticed he was much the gentleman to you specifically. once again,the yellow text appeared while the clip played in slo-mo behind it. ‘him giving her his jacket like helloo!!!!’
brendon had this habit a lot of giving you his stuff subconsciously. cold? jacket. fidgety? his ring. and you love it don’t get me wrong but lorde you just wish he had more awareness of cameras because as friendly as he is,he hasn’t done it to any other castmates or people in general meaning the fans noticed you were special. expecting the same as last time,your thumb presses the comments once more ↓
readensuperfan098: they’re so frickin cute
user678:guys just admit they’re together or a PR stunt it’s so obvious
╰┈➤user111:who pissed in ur cereal
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the third video rolls on and you adjust on the sofa,untucking your legs and stretching them out. brendon should be home in fifteen minutes,gives you enough time to finish the series before making him aware of the situation.
this time the video is a clip of an interview you did recently where the entire gang of kylie,malia,liamani,alexandro,kiara,zavien,ryan,dayton,you and brendon partook in a ‘personal’ challenge. it was a pair activity in which the interviewer paired everyone up with their ‘closest’ companion or rival in descendants. kylie and liamani ,malia and kiara,alexandro and zavien,ryan and dayton, and ever so conveniently you and brendon. everyone was given a stack of personalised questions for each other. everyone succeeded well enough while only getting a few difficult questions wrong about the other. however neither brendon nor you got a single question wrong about each other,even the nitty gritty ones. leading the score board to be
1.you and brendon
2.ryan and dayton
3.malia and kiara
4.kylie and liamani
5.zavien and alexandro
you can already tell how this looks until the fucking yellow text appears once more with ‘okay now they’re just rubbing it in our faces!’ and replays certain clips of ‘the way brendon and reader look at each other’
with a sigh,you open the comments ↓
user3104:they’re obsessed with each other
doglover082:the look of love 🥹
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the fourth video began to play and to your surprise it was of yourself. in a tiktok. on hot seat. on set. your faux leather outfit crinkles against your worn corset while you answered the questions. they were normal to begin with…
‘who’s most likely to break out singing?’
‘liamani,easy answer’
‘how long does it take you to go through hair and makeup and wardrobe’
‘two hours,you think i look this good in minutes?’
wondering what the actual point to this video was,you press to speed it up until you pass a few to the last question to which they asked
‘fill in the blank: when you come to my trailer,you’ll most likely find me…’
‘i’m almost never in my trailer actually…though im usually napping in other peoples trailers like a stray cat who actually has a warm,loving home’
you laugh the end of the answer,not thinking twice about what brendon would’ve answered and now you realise they must’ve put 2 on 2 together they asked him the same question to which he replied
‘we’re usually napping! the naps in my trailer go so hard’
and on he went about his trailer and it’s comfortableness unknowing that the fans,as parasocial as they are aren’t exactly stupid. before you think any further the big yellow text appears once more ‘they nap together?? getting a glimpse of one of the trailers shows there obvi not enough room for them to nap separately….’ my god!! they think you two are cuddling it up at work! well,you were but that’s beside the point!
“smart move readenaremyparents,smart move” you murmur before the fifth and final video plays
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and finally,the fifth and final video rolls and honestly there was no going back from it. another instagram post made 4 hours ago by your dear friend kiara. bless her,she made a cute little behind the scenes photo dump of your shared movie however you wish she would’ve background checked the photos. literally. there was no need for an arrow this time because it was right in-front of everybody’s eyes. in the back of her selfie with malia just so happens to be a familiar mop of purple hair and you cosied up on his lap. that’s right. as if it was second nature,brendon loved catching you by a belt loop and trailing his strong arm around your torso to pull you onto his lap. the thought of making up an excuse doesn’t even dare cross your mind;you’re wearing maxs signature hat brendon had plonked on your head and in return he’s wearing a lipstick print on his cheek conveniently the exact same colour as the one on your lips. both of you are pouting down at his phone as he most likely takes a selfie. darling kiara had just gave you both a head start of launching your relationship. you don’t even need to check the comments to know what’s coming. nevertheless you click the little button anyways ↓
happybaby76:dream relationship
descendantsfan:omg omg omg omg
brendonismine:back off reader ╰┈➤ user81: get a life loser
classyclue:wtf is wrong with you guys they obviously didn’t want it public. get a job
at least some people still had sense
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before you can contemplate the situation further,the door opens and your boyfriend stands there with a grin. dropping his bag he strolls over to you,lifts your chin and plants a kiss to your lips
“why the face,sugar?” he hums,lifting you up,sitting in your spot and plops you down on his lap.
he pats your lower back as you look at him with a frown,his dark eyes and eyebrows furrow with worry as he glances at your phone
“readonaremyparents found us out” you pout,showing him the compilation of videos
he laughs. “r-“ he couldn’t get his words out because clearly he found this the funniest situation in the world. you slap his chest gently and he quickly straightens his face.
brendon swallows before repeating “readon? as in reader and brendon?” your nod confirms his master investigation.
he cocks his head slightly before placing a small kiss to your nose “good job neither of us are leaving then,hm?” another kiss to your cheek and you couldn’t suppress a giggle
“mhm” you hum in agreement,knowing you two were forever and forever yet you still try and remain serious about the situation
“oh that’s the game we’re playing?” he smiles that smile. you could destroy planets for that smile but you knew so many others would as well. knowing your train of thought,he decides to prove you’re the only one that matters to him
slowly plastering you in kisses as he shifts on the sofa to lay your back against the plush cushion. his kisses trailed down and you knew it’d be a long night.
as long as you had him it didn’t matter who knew. as long as you had your brendon.
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and it’s done!!!!! i’m so sorry this took literal years and thank you so much for all who showed support and helped me decide shit 🥹i’m so so so grateful to everybody who follows and interacts with me. you genuinely mean the world to me and i say that with a whole heart. i love you all !!
What if, when Max asked the Oraculum what his father saw, he also saw the reader?
More specifically, he saw him and reader being in a loving and committed relationship. Those relationships where you know it will last, where you know they will spend the rest of their lives loving and cherishing each other. A fairytale type of love.
The only problem is that in this new timeline, Reader is one of his greatest antagonists.
Think about it, Max mourning something that was never real for him, him feeling conflicted for falling for someone who could have been his soulmate but now has constantly reminded him he's his father's child, lovers to enemies to lovers again.
Max Hatter who was all charming smiles and teasing words until you came along.
Max who wasn't used to anyone flirting with him for a change.
Max who had no idea what to do the first time you stole from him.
Max who assumed you would see him like everyone else did, surprised when he found out you didn't
Max who called you princess, even if you weren't one, voice filled with snark, not even noticing when it turned caring.
Max who wanted to keep your relationship secret, scared of you facing the backlash of dating the son of the most notorious villain in all of auradon, scared that the people you cared about would disapprove
Max who was so big on physical touch, he didnt even do it conciously half the time; a hand finding yours, his head on your shoulder, legs brushing against yours, fingers catching a belt loop tugging you back towards him.
Max who failed to keep your relationship a secret exactly because of that, anyone with eyes could see that he was all over you, even without meaning to.
Max who always finds himself in your arms when his father's legacy gets overwhelming.
Max who always finds himself in your arms regardless, who isn't above bribing your room mate to have some time alone with you.
Max who let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding when his friends accepted you when they met you, seeing how happy you made him. The teasing never stopped though.
Max who was maddly in love with you and wouldn't have it any other way
notes: genderneutral reader, implied hk reader (or i wrote this with a hk!reader in mind, but nothing is really explicitly stated)
author's note: that feeling when u make a side blog bc u got attached to a character in a descendents movie n there is not enough fanfiction for him
dating max is getting almost two boyfriends in one. he has his front, the max he shows off to the public, a guard to distract those from his lineage. when he's with you, he softens. pda is not something he is against, but when it is just the two of you, it is different. there's no performance. it can be dizzying, to go from gentle affection to his standard teasing next, but you appreciate seeing the full picture.
only trusts you to help dye his hair. he has done it himself many times, and has no issues doing it, but it's an excuse to have you close and playing with his hair. i do believe he would love if you dyed a matching streak in your own. he isn't possessive, but subtle reminders of him on you is something he eats up.
this goes for his nails as well. he might even prefer this more, its so intimate. proximity at an all time high as you hold his hand, careful to prevent flooding his cuticle. he loves watching your determined face. taking something so lighthearted so serious. he might even let you pick one of the colors, if youre good. (even if you weren't, he'd cave pretty quick)
pets name go crazy with him, and for a while you wondered if he even knew your name, especially at the beginning. sweetheart, darling, bunny, prince/princess, baby in an especially condensing tone that makes you weak in the stomach. the only time he refers to you with your first name is when he's worried about you.
would love to sneak into your dorm window at night. he finds it amusing the way you jump, as if he has never done this before.
some nights he stays in with you, laying on your bed while you do some boring task. he tries his hardest to distract you, with loudly practicing card tricks, hovering behind you with his chin on your shoulder, light tickles to your side, anything to get your attention back on him. (he can take a hint if you truly need to get something done, but he also knows that sometimes you need pulled out of your own head.)
some nights he's taking you out, whether that's somewhere in the forest, the lake, or even wonderland depending on his mood. he finds solace in the moments where when he's with you, he isn't the son of maddox hatter, but simply max.
loves to try and push your limits. he'll flirt with you excessively, knowing exactly what to say to get you stumbling over your words and an embarrassed look on your face. he eats it up. however, he cannot take what he dishes out. if you're able to hit him with a similiar compliment, match his energy, he will turn a lovely shade of pink.
only lets you wear his hat. it is mostly a trust thing, something stemming deep from his time on the isle. the first time you did it he had to remind himself that you loved him and robbing him was the last thing on your mind. he was able to cave quickly, seeing you wear his hat, something known to belong to him left his insides warm, feeling secure in ways he hadn't before. the moment wasn't even ruined when you began to impersonate him, he only laughed.
returning to pda, he enjoys it. using you as an arm rest, fingers brushing as he walks past, pulling you to lean against him when the both of you are standing, quick kisses on the face as a goodbye. the type of stuff that might go unnoticed if someone isn't looking for it. full believer that max would not keep you hidden or a secret, but he is a private person.
if you're a tea drinker, i do believe he can make a killer cup of it. no matter the type, he knows how long to steep it. it's genetic, and something he falls back to when you're sick or upset.
awkward at comforting. growing up on the isle and with his father, it isn't something he is used to. would most likely copy strategies you have used to help him, gauging what you need. think his natural response would be to listen while you vent and pulling you close.
eventually, your dorm would become his too. he leaves clothes, has a toothbrush there, and is often there even if you aren't. he doesn't admit it, but he likes the domesticity of sharing a space. (hopefully, if you have a roommate, they like him). he doesn't daydream often, but picturing a future with you might be his most common one.
you probably say i love you first, but he would want to say it for a while before you do so. he just wants a promise of you feeling the same. you try and tell him that there isn't any rush, that you don't expect him to say it because you did, and he shuts you up with a kiss and murmurs it on your lips.
the first time i write anything for a new character i am hyperaware of how out of character they might be so please be nice lol.
an x reader story based around the wicked wonderland movie pt.1
a/n - Quick thanks to everyone who has already shown interest! I’ve tried to get this part done as soon as I could, it is on the shorter side BUT, I still think you will all enjoy it - emi🌑
Wonderland had never been known for its hospitality.
Not in this timeline. Not in any.
"We're never going to make it back to my dad's workshop in time," Max muttered, kicking at a loose stone in the path.
"We need to go somewhere to stay until morning, and fast it’s getting dark," Chloe replied matter-of-factly.
Silence settled over the group.
"The White Rabbit's?" Pink suggested. "He’s gone for the winter, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind!"
Max stopped walking.
"...Actually."
Everyone turned to him. He let out a slow breath.
"I know someone closer."
Red frowned. "You've been keeping that to yourself?"
"It's a last resort," he said quickly. "Trust me."
Hazel folded her arms. "Why is everything so dramatic here?"
Max ignored the comment, his mind somewhere completely different.
"Also just someone?" Red scoffed. "You'd better not be taking us to some creepy guy's house, or I swear-"
"Oh my God, would you just trust me for one second?" Max cut in, exasperated.
He continued forward, leading the group toward this so-called person he knew with a confidence so uncertain it left Red more worried than reassured.
He eventually slowed to a stop as an old, weathered cottage came into view. It looked impossibly small, tucked between twisted trees and curling vines, its crooked chimney leaning just enough to make anyone question how it was still standing.
Everyone stared at it in disbelief.
Everyone except Pink.
"Are you insane? No, scratch that, you have to be if you think we're all going in there," Hazel barked.
Max rolled his eyes.
"It's bigger inside idiot."
Chloe immediately replied. "...That's not how houses work."
Max just turned to her.
"We're in Wonderland now, Princess."
Nobody moved.
"...Well?" Hazel asked.
Max looked at the front door as though it might bite him.
"...I'm not knocking."
Pink sighed dramatically before stepping past him with a grin.
"Honestly, you all make everything so difficult. She won't bite!"
"I wouldn’t be so sure..", Max muttered under his breath.
Red caught the comment, raising an eyebrow at him.
In her memories, Max would've been the first one at that door.
But her memories belonged to a timeline that no longer existed.
Pink knocks.
"Kitty?"
...
Nothing.
Chloe whispers,
"...Maybe she isn't home."
"...She's home.", Max said.
Before anyone could question how he knew, the front door swung open.
"...Pink."
Your gaze drifted over the rest of the group.
"...You brought guests."
Pink gave an apologetic grin.
"Surprise?"
"Yeah it’s a surprise all right, I mean who even are half of these people?"
“Right sorry, introductions! You know me, obviously. This is Chloe, Hazel, Luis, Felix,Robbie, the Smee’s of course oh, and Red and Max, but you know them already!”
You hum in acknowledgment, "Unfortunately."
"You know you’re happy to see me.", he replied
"Annoying as ever, Hatter?"
You then turn, grin and gasp in mock admiration, "the princess Chloe?”
"Yeah?" She replied in slight confusion.
“My father told me never to get involved in Auradon politics...”
You paused, looking Chloe up and down thoughtfully.
“But I suppose you can come in."
You turned on your heel and walked back inside, only to realize nobody had followed.
You glanced over your shoulder.
“You know, I heard the Jabberwock roams these parts at night.”
You didn’t even have to finish the sentence before everyone started pushing past each other to get through the door.
Everyone except Max.
You giggle to yourself.
"Classic."
"You know damn well the Jabberwock isn’t out there."
You smiled and shrugged.
"Who knows?"
He rolls his eyes at you, before turning his gaze to the impossibly long looking corridor.
