Fandom Smut/Imagines

My Alice (Alice x Mad Hatter)

~~ Credit to the cover artist! So I've wanted to do an Alice in Wonderland (live action) story for a while now, but as always life got in the way so now's as good a time as any. I debated making a MadArcher (ouat) story instead, but the Mad Hatter is so much hotter so I hope you all like it! I'm aware some events are out of order and someno made up but it makes for a sexier story..soooo Enjoy!~~

Alice was restless. She had been in the Red Queen's court for what felt like two days. Time was something that was different here. She'd been so sure she was dreaming for days now, but since when did a dream last so long? Her dress hugged her features, barely covering her too long legs. She was larger than most of the people here. Blame that on the price of cake the White Rabbit gave her. However it happened, it seemed to please the queen. She didn't like it there. She felt eyes on her at all times but when she looked there was no one staring. No one here knew who she was. Alice, slayer of the Jabberwocky, fullfiller of the prophecy. The Hatter, along with his little sidekick, Mallyumkin, had arrived this morning, in cuffs. Luckily the Hatter had managed to keep his madness under control, and didn't blow her cover. Everyone else in the Kingdom referred to her as Umm.

No surprise to her, or anyone that the Hatter had talked his way into a job for the Queen. He was indeed mad, but also very charming, and very unique. Since she'd arrived in Wonderland she found the Hatter interesting, and maybe even attractive. Alice often wondered if it was her own madness that created the Hatter. After all this was a dream. It was late. The sky in Wonderland didn't really get dark. There were consistent hues of purple and blues. It was never bright either. Kind of a constant dusk and a constant dawn. Alice stood suddenly, careful to not knock anything over with her size. She needed to see the Hatter. She creeped out into the palace hallway, only leaving a small thud behind her. She made her way down to the Hatter's workshop. She knew he would be awake. She walked swiftly, avoiding anywhere where there could be a crowd, even in the late hours of the night. With the workshop in view at the end of the hallway, she suddenly heard heavy footsteps. She turned only a half second before she was pushed up against the wall. Stayne, Knave of Hearts, stood there, full red and black glistening armor, his one uncovered eye looking deep into her eyes.

"I like you Umm. I love your largeness." He looked her up and down and Alice felt her stomach twist.

"Leave me alone." She retorted and pushed passed him. She still heard his presence behind her." She was close to the workshop now, only three or four feet away. Again, she felt Stayne's body press against hers, this time though her front was against the wall, and he was up against her back. His hand snaked its way around her waist and she tried to ignore the jolting energy it had on her body. She went to turn when his other hand held her in place. Even with her size against his, he was strong. She whined trying to push him off. Stayne let out a low, evil chuckle and laced his fingers through Alice's.

"I don't think you heard me clearly. I like you Umm." He purred, trying to be seductive. Alice didn't like Stayne. She was repulsed by him, but she was just human. She shuddered and cleared her throat, gaining clarity.

"Please leave me alone." She tried. Stayne let out an audible laugh that echoed through the hallway.

"And why would I want to do that?" His words were low but not yet a whisper. She was sure if she really tried she could fight him off. She was bigger than him, if she just got the right angle. Suddenly she heard a door click open.

"Because if you don't leave her alone, the Red Queen is going to kill the both of you." The pressure on her back backed off immediately and she quickly turned around. The Hatter stood in the doorway to his workshop, a sharp tool in his right hand. His eyes were a deep orange, instead of his green, and his Scottish accent was thick. She looked at Stayne and he looked angry. His mouth was twisted in a mean frown and his one eye burned with hate.