Hihi!!! I just discovered your blog 2day and I love it! Your writing is super good!!
I was wondering if you could do Max Hatter x reader who's the child of Gaston (preferably fem reader but if you wanna do gn thats fine!!) who has a personality similar to Mikan Tsumiki from Danganronpa 2?
If ur not a Danganronpa fan here's the fandom wiki description of her personality copy and pasted so u don't have to search it urself:
"Mikan is an extremely meek, paranoid and fragile individual who suffers from hazardously low self-esteem as a result of severe abuse and bullying. This has resulted in many behavioral symptoms such as being easily intimidated, breaking down and crying with little provocation, profusely apologizing and nervously stuttering while speaking.[She constantly worries about annoying, boring or offending others, going so far as asking Hajime if it would be alright for her to remember his name when introducing herself"
sorry if this ask was long! Also feel free to decline it<33
female reader, daughter of gaston. no use of y/n, max calls reader “birdie ( platonic / teasing ), dove ( romantic ).”
max hatter tag list ( ask to be added ) — @legendofluck @hellh0undwrites @rredvcrt @in-every-reality @ch-3-rry @ur-average-simp @shine101 @starlightfitzherbet
carly speaks — what the hell i think this is the longest max fic i’ve written so far. do we like the longer fics like this one or the shorter ones? anyway, i fear mikan is kind of me. i actually have watched playthroughs of danganronpa.. i’ve just never considered writing for any of them before.. /silly but this was a fun request! i loveee the fact the reader is so different from her father too.
being gaston’s daughter had always come with the expectation that you’d be just like him. you were taught young to have thick skin, but it just never stuck. anytime anyone did anything, you cried.
you couldn’t help it. and that’s what had started the insistent bullying you’d endured from your time on the isle of the lost. the constant stealing of your items, shoving to the side. anything and everything that made you crack, and there was a lot of things that made you crack.
but there was always the familiar boy with what you thought was his silly hat. max hatter, son of maddox hatter. he may had pickpocketed you when you two first met, but your tears had drawn him in. maybe it was guilt. or maybe it wasn’t. but whatever it was, he stayed. he called you silly names in the most endearing way possible, never wanting to make you cry again. introduced you to his friends. brought you around so much that they finally grew to tolerate you (they had liked you from the start, they had just wanted to give max a hard time).
and when people would make you their target again, max was always there. he’d lightly pull you behind him, head inclined with a blank expression. one he’d never dare use on you. he protected you. taught you how to stick up for yourself, even through your tears. told you that there was no need for thick skin when you had him.
but it never really was enough. you still cried when people insulted you, tried to swing at you, even if they failed to make contact. so when you had gotten a letter to auradon prep of all schools, it was insisted upon, especially by your father, that you go. he’d told you he couldn’t stand his reputation taking any more hits the longer you were there. he didn’t mention your now friends, simply cast you aside.
so off you went. it was awkward, and you were uncertain. but max found you pretty quickly, as he always did. you hadn’t even known he’d be there. but seeing his familiar face, you felt a startling warmth fill your heart. one everyone on the isle had constantly forced out of each other, but not you. maybe not him, either. you hoped not him.
max was different. different than every other villain kid. he looked at you like you held the stars, or maybe that you were one. called you birdie in a teasing voice, no malice behind his tone.
you had asked him about it the first time he’d called you that, just a few days after he’d pickpocketed you the first and only time. he told you it was often because birds took flight, fled from danger quickly. you were similar to a bird, in his eyes. many would have found it insulting. not you. you had just smiled at him, nodding - perhaps as a signal that you accepted that answer, and the name.
nobody else used it but him. and you two were okay with that. everyone often resorted to just using your name or calling you gaston’s daughter, but not max.
you two spent a sickeningly large amount of time together. even with the possibility to make new friends, people often stuck to what they already knew. you two liked to think you knew each other pretty well, max especially.
max memorized everything about you. he knew your favorite snacks, favorite drinks, favorite everything. he’d let you ramble on and on because he knew you wouldn’t with anyone else. embarrassingly, he kept a notebook with everything you liked. just in case his memory failed it. he would never show you that, though.
“birdie!” max’s tone was cheerful, as it always was with you.
“max,” you stepped over to him. you were often closer than what most would view as comfortable, but not max. max let you stay as close as you wanted. if you were comfortable, so was he.
“how was your day?” he asked, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you against his side. it was a habit from your time on the isle he’d never quite broken. his way of showing others to back off from you.
“good.” you spoke softly.
“that’s good. anyone give you a hard time?” another habit he’d yet to break. he likely never would. he often checked up on you every time he saw you, just to make sure nobody had done anything. being alone on the isle was basically a green light for anyone else who saw you to make you cry. most people got a disgusting thrill out of it, max had learned long ago.
but not at auradon prep. everyone kept to themselves, ignored others. didn’t strike up conversation with unfamiliar people. didn’t pickpocket, didn’t bully. the contrast was hard to get used to. max was sure neither of you ever would.
“no. i don’t think anyone will,” you rested your head against his arm, letting your eyes close for a few seconds.
“tell me if they do.” it wasn’t a suggestion. he just hoped you’d never have to again.
“you say that every time you see me.” your voice was quiet. it always was. like you were afraid to take up space. max hated that. he’d always tried to make you see that you could be loud with him, but you just.. never were.
he’d learned to accept it, but every day he wished there’d be a shift, a change. that one day he’d you’d wake up and you’d be willing to be loud with him. for now, he was always content that you were just there with him. willing to talk to him. trusted him.
“and i will continue to say it every time i see you, birdie,” he smiled warmly at you. “have to make sure you don’t go fleeing on me. but i’d run after you if you did.”
you laughed, hiding your face in his arm. “you wouldn’t.”
“oh, i would.” he peered at you. “you know i would.”
your shoulders relaxed, and you nodded against him. “..yeah. i know.” you sounded so happy about it. knowing he would come after you, if that’s what it took to keep you near him.
“come on, birdie. let’s go get some food. we can grab your favorite?” he offered.
you pulled your head back to look at him. “really?”
“really,” he nodded, lacing your fingers together. “c’mon.”
and he led you along, not letting you go. his grip was loose, letting you pull away if you wished to. but he knew you wouldn’t. he let you order what you wanted, gently paying wordlessly. you had tried to tell him you could pay for it yourself, but he wouldn’t let you. he never did.
you two were sat at a table now, eating in a familiar, comfortable silence. but max found his eyes drifting to you, half-focused on the food he was eating. mostly focused on you. he often was, but something about this time felt different.
for once, you looked up just as he was looking at you and met his eye. you paused, just staring at one another.
“..what’s wrong?” your brows furrowed.
“nothing. nothing’s wrong.” his voice was so gentle.
“are you sure?” you looked unconvinced.
“promise, birdie.” he leaned across the table and ruffled your hair gently. “i’d tell you the truth. i’m just thinking.”
“about?” you prompted, lightly grabbing his wrist and holding it, guiding his arm to rest on the table.
“you.” the word slipped out before he could stop it. he swallowed, wanting to dig himself into the floor. he hadn’t meant to be so blunt.
“me?” your head tilted. “what about me?”
“about..” he hesitated. “about how i’ve realized i’m starting to feel differently about you.”
“good different?” you looked almost afraid to ask the question.
“very good different,” he confirmed softly. “i think i like you. no, wait. let me take that back. i don’t think, i know. i’ve known for a long time. i guess.. i just didn’t know how to tell you.”
your lips parted, mind racing a mile a minute. “you..” you tried to find the words. “like me?”
he smiled sheepishly. “i do. i just didn’t want to overwhelm you.”
“you could never overwhelm me,” your voice was barely above a whisper.
“i didn’t want to risk it.” he looked away. “but i think i’m glad i did now.”
“because based on the way you’re looking at me, i think i can assume you like me too.”
“i do like you too,” you breathed out.
“guess you’re no longer a birdie then,” his lips quirked up.
“what am i then?” you laughed, confused.
“you’re a dove. my dove. i’ve always seen you as one,” he closed his eyes, exhaling. “just thought calling you that would be an instant giveaway about how i felt. birdie fit you, but i like dove better.” he murmured.
“i don’t mind. doves..” you trailed off, thinking about it. “i think they fit too.”
“they’re gentle. graceful. gorgeous. everything you are,” he opened his eyes to meet yours.
“okay, now let’s not get ahead of ourselves-” you started, turning your face away.
“i’m being serious!” he chuckled, cupping your cheek to tilt your head back to him. “you’re everything to me, dove. i mean it.”
the new name just felt right. you stared at him, a small smile forming on your face.
“you’re everything to me too, max. thank you for looking out for me.” you murmured.
“always,” he told you. and you both know he meant it.
