Books clutched to your chest, you hummed happily. Hopping from time to time with a playful hum. Head in the clouds. Moving a hand above your eyes, lifted upwards to the bright blue skies. Slowly turning, curling up a smile at the clouds. “Bunny…teacup…” Whispering to yourself how their shapes would come out.
Hand dropped with your lowering gaze. Continuing your way to the school building. Stopping mid-track upon the sounds of rustling. Sparking your interests. Gazing around for the source of it. Humming softly with your finger by your chin. Listening in for more rustling.
Slowly you moved further away from the school, towards the gardens. You gasped loud when there was more rustling. “Curious and curiouser.” Muttering to yourself. Approaching. Gently bending through your knees upon the bush.
Humming interested. With a loud squeal, you leaped back when something darted out of the bushes. Eyes twinkling with delight, you went in pursuit. Running after it. Steering away from your destination.
Max huffed loudly when Félix slapped the back of his hand so suddenly against his chest. Causing him to stop abruptly. Laughing loud, he pointed in a direction. “She’s at it again.” Tone teasing. Max turned his head, spotting Félix point at you. Running towards the gardens. Dropping your books on the way.
“We’re never seeing her to class.” Hazel would sigh out, crossing her arms. Snorting loud when the Smee’s mimicked you. Max shooting them a glare. “She’s a handful.” Félix let out, slipping his arm over Max and Hazel, leaning down on them. Max brushed his arm off.
“Come on.” Hazel motioned with her head to the building. Knowing they had a class approaching. Max sighed loud, lowering his head. Getting in motion. “M…Max…where are you going?” Hazel called out, throwing her hands up. “I’ll be right back!” Max shouted back.
Bending down to pick up your fallen books. Collecting them carefully in his arms. Shaking his head with a deep sigh. Venturing after you into the gardens. He started picking up the pace as he knew how fast you could run. “Y/n! Y/n!” Calling out with panted breaths.
Passing the bush figures and flower patches. Rounding around the fountain, through the flowery archway. Nearly dropping one of your books in his haste. Struggling to keep it in his grip. Slapping it firmly against his chest. Arms guarding them tightly. “Y/n!” Calling once more.
Gritting his teeth, he knew he didn’t have time for this. No time to chase you after one of your silly adventures. That curiosity of yours. “Y/n!” Max shouted louder when he saw the last of your dress disappear behind a bush figure. Speeding up, he shot a hand up to his hat to keep it from flying off.
“Y/n!” Yelling with frustration. Gasping loud, you came to a sudden stop. Max catching up with you, pulling you firmly towards him by your wrist. “Oh, Max.” You said delightfully. Max’s gaze on you hardened, tugging firmer at your wrist. “We’ve got class!” He reminded you. “But…but I was close…you see I was chasing… I believe a rabbit. Brown of fur or a squirrel. I couldn’t really tell, so I wanted to know…” You tattled on.
Stumbling over your feet when Max pulled harder at your wrist. “Enough!” He called out, coming to a firm stop. Turning around sharply to you. Shoving your books in your hands. “We’ve got class Y/n. Get that head of yours out of the clouds.” Pushing his finger gently onto your forehead.
You faintly lost balance, leaning backwards before catching yourself. Fluttering rapidly with your eyelashes, you gawked at him. Swallowing softly, tearing your gaze away from him. “I know…” Whispering out. Moving your books up till your chin, you leaned down on them. Following Max quietly to the building.
Stepping out of the gardens towards the building. It was all very clear. VK’s and HK’s snickering and laughing your way. Cheeks flushed with shame that Max was a part of this walk of shame. You weren’t a fool. Everyone knew what it meant. You had once again let your curiosity get the better of you.
“I…I’m sorry.” You blurted out to Max. Running past him to not have him associate any longer with you. Max sighed, moving his hat a bit up, scratching his hair. You hurried over to class. Appearing abruptly in the door opening. Eyes falling on Max’s friends.
They noticed you, snorting loudly. Burying your head down, you hasted to your seat. Max entered a moment later, going straight to his friends. Glancing over your shoulder, you stared at their interactions. How they toyed around, teasing each other. At ease with each other.
Pushing your books closer to your chest. You dropped your chin on top. Biting the inwards of your cheek. Blinking rapidly to keep any tears at bay. How insane he must think you were. Always with your head in the clouds. Easily distracted by your curiosity. Chasing after adventures that were not always worth it.
Your curiosity with the need to know, a burden on you. You knew it and they knew it. Wiping your cheeks dry, just in case any tears had slipped. You rather wanted to be someone else. So sick of yourself. Rather wanting to be anyone else. Then you’d be as cool as Hazel. Lovable as Max. Funny like Félix. Charming like Luis. Comparosing, slowly killing you.
Turning your head, you stared at Red, Pink and Chloe. Tensing your jaw from jealousy. Everyone wanted to be around them. They probably got invited to gatherings every night. Lifting your head up, you pulled the top book a bit up. Sighing saddened.
The invitations for a tea party you had, tugged in there, seemed pointless. You just knew no one would show up. If only you were one of them, everyone would come. Jealousy tasted bad in your mouth. Fairy Godmother walked into class. The last few students hopped down from the tables to their seats.
“Good morning class.” She happily let out. Almost singing. Jaw tensed, your jealousy got the better of you. Shoving your chair back, you shot up. Books clutched to your chest, taking a run for it. “Y/n…Y/n…where…where are you going?” Fairy Godmother called out. “Chasing clouds?” You heard in a flint when rushing out.
The laughter piercing through your heart. Tears you had tried to keep inside, bubbled out. Sobbing loudly. Books dropping out of your hand, moving the back of your hand against your lips. Lip trembling uncontrollably. Rushing down the hallway to be as far away.
Max jumped out of the door into the hallway. Panting loudly. Heading in a direction, nearly tripping over your fallen books. Hopping aside, he regained his balance. Kneeling down with a soft sigh. Carefully collecting them.
Brows quirking up at the envelopes sticking out of a book. Slowly he pulled one out. Opening one to read the first sentences for a tea party. Batting his gaze down, he playfully shook his head, tugging them away. Carrying your books by his hip, he could think of a few places where you would run off to.
Max lifted the low hanging branch higher up, lowering himself a bit to go underneath it. Curling up a relieved smile upon hearing your voice. Walking under the archway naturally formed by tree branches at each side. Leaning against the bark of one of the trees, crossing his arms. “Room for one more?” He asked.
You gasped loud, looking up from the table. Setting the tea cup down you were about to offer to anyone imaginary. “You should be in class.” You let out, tearing your gaze away. Max huffed out a chuckle. “So should you.” Approaching. Pulling a chair back, by your side.
Sitting himself down, placing your books on the table. He pushed the books over the table to you. “You should have these. You still have to hand out your invitations.” He tilted his head with a cheeky smile. Scoffing loud, you shoved the books with the invitations off the table.
Invitations flying off, scattering around in the grass. Max stared at it with wide eyes. “Why would I even bother?” You responded. “Who would even come?” Turning your head away from him so he couldn’t notice the hurt in your eyes. “I know what they call me… loony.” Eyes swelling up with tears. “Thinking I don’t hear it, but I do…”
Quickly wiping the back of your hand over your cheek. Setting your hands on the edge of the table, you shoved your chair back. Getting roughly up. “I’m not as cool as you! No one wants to hang around with me cause they all think I’m a lunatic! You’ve got it all, friends, popularity, invitations! I get none of those!” Spilling your guts about all you envied him.
Turning around, you stepped away from the table. “Y/n!” Max panted out, jumping up from his seat as well. “Wait up…” Coming after you. Reaching for your wrist, keeping you in place. “I’d…i’d come to your party.” He let out, tugging you closer to you.
Annoyed, you pulled your hand free. “You don’t have to pretend. There is no one around. You can stop acting like you care out of pity.” You cried out. “Even I am sick of myself. Sick of how cursed with curiosity I am.” Pressing your fists in distress against your forehead. “Y/n.” Max pulled your hands down, keeping his grip around them. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry you feel this way…but you don’t have to compare yourself to others.”
Annoyed you scoffed, looking away. Max pressed his thumbs on your hands. “It’s not pity…I promise you.” He made clear. Brushing his thumb up your cheek. “Sure, you give me a run for it.” Batting his eyes up with a cheeky smile. “But I’d chase you to the end of the world if I have to.” Chuckling softly.
“Silly Y/n.” Booping your nose as it made you flutter your eyelashes. He moved away, kneeling down to collect your books and invitations. He held them out to you. You accepted them. Wanting to take a remaining invitation from his hands when Max pulled it out of your reach. “This is mine.” Winking. You smiled bashfully down.
“Who needs a thousand friends when you have me?” He said, slipping an arm around you. You nudged him hard in the side. “A few wouldn’t be so bad.” You responded with a soft glare. Max ruffled his fingers through your hair, chuckling deeply.
“Don’t worry about the nickname…I’ll make it disappear.” Pressing you closer to his side. Tearing yourself away from him, you ran a bit further. “Did you say you’d chase me to the end of the world?” Perking an eyebrow up. Smiling cheekily. Max exhaled playfully. You squealed loud when he came chasing you.
Pt 2 of Max Hatter x white rabbit! reader. Perhaps there will be one or two more parts after this thank yall so much for the love and support <3
Summary - Now back in wonderland with fates changed will things come back together or will they be torn apart forever?
(Im not following the movie plot to a T somethings i skipped or put in a different order)
The last thing I remember before waking up on a giant chessboard is the deafening screech of all my friends who were about to be crushed by the walls of a shrinking house.
Maddox Hatter had spared no trick and he absolutely had no care for any of us including his own son. I can’t imagine how that could feel. All I wanted to do was make Max feel better but how? He doesn’t know me and he certainly isn’t the most warm friendly guy in the world.
Red stirred next to me while the rest of the group was waking up as well. “What the hell?” Felix said under his breath.
No literally what the hell. The chessboard was pink and blue. It was absolutely beautiful until I realized there was no way to get off of it. We were shrunken down to mini figure sizes. Pawns on Maddox’s chess board. Soon mechanical guard chess pieces appeared opposite of us. “It’s just chess” Chloe said as if we weren’t bug sized and the wrong timing meant someone squashing us under their boot.
“The start of a chess game is always pawn forward by two Robbie go up to that square.” Chloe was a smart girl. She probably grew up playing chess so we kind of followed her lead. As soon as Robbie stood on the square it sprung up launching him in the air.
“What the hell” I said, mimicking Felix from earlier. “It isn’t just chess, it would never be that easy.” I say to the group.
Chloe flails her hands up “No just let me try again!” She's insistent but thankfully I'm not the only one who knows this is a bad idea.
“It's not normal chess, you have to put yourself in the shoes of a villain, that's how we win.” There was a reason we all kind of let Red be the leader of us; she was smart and confident. We really needed someone with her skills.
Max nodded along as Red explained what we needed to do. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. The purple really enhanced his dark eyes. Hazel Hook was practically itching for this fight. With a lunge and a point of her hook she had knocked down one of the figures. It disappeared into purple smoke just like the flamingos had when they were hit.
“That’s it!” I yell to the group “If you get them to hit the ground they disappear.” My words set off a domino effect. Each one of us took on a chess piece of our own but just as quickly as we knocked them out they came right back. Just like a pesky garden weed. Max had his hands up like he was gonna throw a punch. An ironic sight to me, Max once tried to fight off some guy who hit on me but he got his ass beat. He couldn’t throw a punch.
It made me giggle to myself a bit but as I let myself be distracted the chess pieces had laser focus. I was grabbed practically thrown and held down kneeling on the floor. Unexpectedly Max slid towards me, his purple cloak flowing behind him. I tried to reach out to let him pull me away from these evil creatures but they got him just as quickly as they got me.
It seemed we had all been beaten but Red Chloe and Hazel saved the day using a poison flower against the ‘king’ of the board. The pieces swirled in eerie purple smoke. We had won.
Everyone circled in together cheering. Hazel even hugged me. Odd, very odd, it made me recoil a bit. She was so hard around the edges but it hit me that just like Max she was just another kid who suffered from who their parents were.
Chloe was lingering back as we all went to keep walking and my heart sank with envy and hurt as Max walked up to her. It was almost affectionate the way he asked if she was okay. Did he like her? I knew better than to eavesdrop.
I did it anyway. As much as it hurt my heart to see him approach her it was doubled by the way she brushed him off. Was this what he was used to? Why was everyone so upset with him? He wasn’t his dad, he was just Max. He liked to invent things and take care of stray cats. Poor Max. I tried to approach him after Chloe rushed him away but he just walked past me like I didn’t exist.
“What did I ever do to you Hatter?” I didn’t mean to yell at him. Instantly I recoiled.
“You have been obsessed with me all day! Why? What is the deal?” He was yelling at me. Everyone’s head turned to stare at us. “We aren’t friends, we have never been friends and you have always made sure of that so why are you so insistent on talking to me?” He was heaving angrily. What had I done?
I couldn’t muster any words as I felt heat rush to my face. I just let him walk on, trailing the group way behind. I tried to scrape through the new memories I had the ones I didn’t remember making but I have no idea what it was that I did to make him hate me.
I had eaten the cookie Pink offered me in silence. Feeling my body twist and coil until it was normal size. I couldn’t have cared any less about what size I was. I wanted to sneak away, to go get the pocket watch to turn things right. Too much empathy in my heart for Red stopped me. No matter how bad I ached I still had a chance of getting him back in this timeline. With no ideas of how and nothing but a tiny itty bitty sliver of hope that I was clinging to.
Max was determined to break into his dads lab and steal the oraculum but it was dark and we needed a place to hold up. “I know a place.” Pink spoke in her usual happy upbeat tone.
We walked some more and then came to a very familiar place. “The white rabbit’s gone till spring. I'm sure he wouldn’t mind.” Pink walked right into my house.
“You could always ask his daughter.” Max raised his eyebrows at the pink haired girl. So breaking and entering wasn’t okay with him?
“I don’t mind” I tried to fake a smile but inside I was still torn up. We walked in and the smell was all too familiar carrot cake and recently put out fire wood. Red and Chloe had some strange tension. Hazel and Max were talking quietly in the corner. It was suspicious the way he kept looking around to make sure nobody was listening. I watch him slip out the small back door of my cottage. I want to follow but I know better so I sink down by Hazel instead.
“Where’s he off to?” I ask her defeated.
Hazel chimes in with a response that I never could have predicted. “If you want to gain Max’s trust go help him.” She said it so calmly like she knew what she was saying. But did she truly? I tried to help him before and all I got was yelled at.
“Look fluffy, Max is a guarded guy and what you did to him all those years ago still bothers him but now he needs help in his dad’s lab. If you help him, maybe it could make up for it.” She sighed as if annoyed by giving advice.
“Did you just call me fluffy?” I tilt my head and scrunch my nose which probably didn’t help my case.
“Go!” She waves her hands at me. I take off in the direction that Max left in squealing as the wind hits my hair. It was fun to run around Wonderland with him again even if he had yet to know I was there.
Apparently Max Hatter walked like a snail because it didn’t take much to catch up. “Let me help you, it could be trapped. You need back up.” I wasn’t exactly asking him.
His face contorted into a grimace but he finally soothed it out. “Fine.” That’s enough of an invitation for me. We reached the lab in no time taking Max’s short cut, the lab was dark with oddly shaped stained glass windows. I didn’t remember it looking like that in the time before.
“There” Max pointed to a hole in the window as he squeezed through. As I entered my skirt got caught on glass and I couldn’t pull through.
“Can you maybe pull?” I was dying inside from not even being able to enter a window by myself. He didn’t say anything about it just grabbed my hands, I only slightly grimaced when the glass tore a hole in my white skirt.
The oraculum was sitting on the desk right in front of us. Guarded by Chessy, the manipulative daughter of the Cheshire cat. “Well well cat got your tongue?” She practically hissed at us. “Come to see if your dad was actually crazy Max?” Chessy’s tail whipped like she was excited about something. If he looked he would see that Red had been lying. He’d see that I accidentally had a hand in ruining his life. Surely he’d hate me then.
“Don’t we need that to beat your father.” I pleaded with him. Chessy’s whispers enchanted him and he looked into the invention his father curated. I hissed and backed up as the minutes ticked by. He would know that this was partially my fault.
I ran at Chessy “You bitch” But she disappeared practically into the air. “Max” I whisper as he finally turns to look at me, a single tear resting on his cheek.
“My father was right?” He was yelling again but this time it didn’t seem at me. I began to cower, waiting for the final blow. He knew. “I was happy.” A pause that lingered far too long “we were happy.”
I can’t do anything but nod “I’m sorry I never meant for anything to happen or to change I didn’t know I wasn’t even meant to be there.” I ramble the chattering of my teeth over taking most of what I said.
He stared at me, “This is all Red’s fault.” His eyes turned sinister “Will you help me fix this? Get revenge on Red?” I shake my head slowly.
“I can’t betray them, going back in time would change more things, who knows if it’d be better.” I was shaking
“Please please we deserve our happy ending and I have an idea that’s going to make that happen.” Max Hatter was kneeling in front of me begging for my help. He was right, it was my fault I had to help him. All I wanted was to have him back and this is how I could have that.
“Okay.” My lips stop trembling and I pull him up off the ground. “I’ll do it.”
Part three out now ;)
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