Her Mad Hatter (Kingdom, #1) by Marie HallNote: Alternate/new cover edition for ASIN# B008IL48BK
Alice is all grown up. Running the Mad Hatters Cupcakery and Tea Shoppe is a delicious job, until fate--and a fairy godmother with a weakness for bad boys--throws her a curveball. Now, Alice is the newest resident of Wonderland, where the Mad Hatter fuels her fantasies and thrills her body with his dark touch.
The Mad Hatter may have a voice and a body made for sex, but he takes no lovers. Ever. But a determined fairy godmother has forced Alice into Wonderland--and his arms. Now, as desire and madness converge, the Hatter must decide if he will fight the fairy godmothers mating--or fight for Alice.
mad hatter fanfiction
Hello, readers! This is my first Alice in Wonderland fanfic, so please don't kill me if it sucks, okay? I love the pairing of Alice and the Mad Hatter, and there aren't enough of those. So, this is a continuation of the movie, except in the end, when Hatter whispered "Fairfarren, Alice" to her, there is one thing I have changed slightly. Will be mostly from Alice's POV. Watching the Mad Hatter futterwacken was one of my favorite sights in the world. He had often bragged about how good at it he was, and now I saw that he was not lying.
It had been some time after the slaying of the Jabberwocky on the glorious Frabjous Day, Alice had chosen to stay in Underland to serve the White Queen. The Hatter insisted that Alice live with him, his madness both intrigued and concerned her. She remembered him being a friendly, joyous sort when she had visited him as a child but now she saw him in a different light. He had started working at his trade again, serving the White Queen and her court. He looked at Alice quite often, it was obvious to her. Perhaps he feels that she completes his existence but she did not know if he thought of her in terms of love, the romantic kind of love. After all, how could such compassion exist among madness?
The White Queen hastily reached into her pocket and pulled out a bottle from it. It was a small bottle, rather skinny, containing a light, purple liquid. She handed it to Alice, giving her a sad smile. You deserve it. You've saved us all. She took the bottle, held it up closely to her beautiful face, blinking at the sight. Will it take me home?
You and Jefferson watched anxiously as the students stepped out of the bus. What would she think of you? Of Jefferson? Would she be angry at you for not coming to find her? Would she hate you for not even trying? Her eyes widened when she saw the two of you. She let go of Jefferson and hugged you tightly.
It was her second Frabjous Day— this time not a day of fear, but of celebration. There were many things to be joyful about. First, there was no more Jabberwocky to slay. Second, she had decided to stay in Underland for good. Third, she was a newlywed Mrs. And fourth, she was with her dear Hatter forever.