#cat hatter

Dear Diary,

Max Hatter x Cheshire Cat’s kid

Fem reader, M x F, first ever cat-hatter oneshot!

In which Max finds your diary, secretly begins reading it. Which you find out and decide to mess with him for invading your privacy.

Max didn’t want to invade your privacy. Really, his intentions were trying to get to know his girlfriend better. Maybe there were things you hadn’t gotten the chance to tell him or— Yea, I can’t justify doing this he sighed as he opened the book.

It started on a Saturday night. “I’m going to go shower, you pick a movie. My laptop should be on my bed, pick something sci-fi. Or by M. Night shyamalan, he’s really good.” You said as you picked out your PJs. “Got it.” Max smiled happily. He had been unusually happy since you guys started dating, at least that’s what Hazel said.

Once you were out of sight, he sat down on your bed, and lifted your sheets to search for your laptop. He lifted your pillow and found your journal.

He hesitated before picking it up, he began to bargain with himself before opening it, and he insulted himself before reading it.

Dear Diary,

I decided that I actually like school. Not the academics, still. I know I don’t struggle with them, and I am exceptional and English, but nobody likes school for the education. Though I do feel bad for those who don’t have education, I’m getting off track, my diary already knows my morals. Anyhow, I do have quite a bit of friends. Robbie’s friends are fine, Max’s friends too, when we’re all together it’s really fun. But of course I enjoy my alone time with Max. I REALLY enjoy it. Max is super smart. The useful sort of smart. Plus he’s totally hot, but I can’t let him know that because then he’ll get all annoying. Still have yet to see him shirtless. But, I did get to see his arms finally, the eyes are drinking up. Max rarely takes off his hat and coat unless we’re in a dorm for a sleepover or something. He says he feels naked without his hat and coat. I told him he is a wuss, I really need to stop negging him, I don’t ever want him to actually take a flirtatious insult seriously. He didn’t really get any affection growing up so I try to be extra sensitive around him. Also, I get to visit my dad this weekend, I’m going to beat him at chess finally. If I don’t, I’m burning this page.

K. Cheshire

“What movie did you pick?” You called out as you got closer. He shut your diary and put it back. “Uh— I was thinking we should each draw like an apple to determine which movie to pick. I was thinking..the sixth sense or signs.” He tried to sound anything but guilty.

“Why an apple. I mean sure, like Granny Smith or cosmic crisp? And you did go with shyamalan!” You said excitedly. He grabbed your laptop from your desk, who he as the opposite of where you told him it was.

Max Hatter has a horrible habit of snooping. He couldn’t stop. Every time you went to shower, stepped out to get food, had to pick up something from a friend, I’d you left him alone he was reading it.

And he started to take your entries as advice, thinking of date ideas, maybe gift ideas, usually things that would benefit or please you.

I don’t really like my hair,

He’d compliment your hair the next day

I really wish Max would just hold me, sounds comforting.

Next sleepover you’d be in his arms

I cannot seem to get my locker open, and I’ve just started carrying all my books around.

He’d find out the problem, and fix it ASAP. But Max knew that it was still wrong to read your most personal thoughts. If you wanted to tell him you would.

It was all going to well for Max, till you saw him reading it. On day you were really tired, so you decided to blink yourself back to your room. And once you saw Max reading your diary you blinked yourself out. You needed to mess with him, you wanted to make him panic and pay. So the next diary entry was just to scare him.

Dear Diary,

I’ve been fine recently. I got another A on my English paper, the prompt was creative work. I based one of my main characters off of Max. And while writing it, I realized, I don’t like Max. In fact, I hate Max. Max and his dumb hat, his stuoid puppy dog eyes, don’t get me started on how annoying he can be. He is my least favorite person, I’m considering breaking up, but I might as well break up with him since he has no good qualities. Wish me luck.

Once Max read that, he was fearing your arrival. “Hey Max, I need to talk to you!” You tried your best not to sound excited. “No you don’t!” He replied, his words mushing together as he hid your diary. “Let’s not talk, let’s go see a movie, or eat while playing the quiet game, or we can go to that antique shop that you really like!” He stood up, fixing his appearance.

“It’s really important” you walked in “super important, I want to—“

“Eat, you are really hungry. Okay silent game starts now and we can head to the cafeteria, there’s potatoes today, you like potatoes!” He put his hands on your shoulders.

“So considerate, but Max, we need to discuss you reading my diary.” You finally laughed, and he let out a relieved sigh. “Wait what?” He realized what you said, “how did you know? And I promise I didn’t mean to protrude on your privacy, but if there was a book with my inner thoughts you’d read it too.” He added

“I would, and I’d hold no shame. But I saw you last weekend, not very subtle. I knew it was weird how you were doing everything I wanted, which, keep doing that. It’s okay Max, it’s not like my diary has anything I wouldn’t tell you, but you should stop reading it. I mean, really? Obsessing over a girl, that’s not very heathy.” You teased as you lifted up your diary.

“I wasn’t obsessing” he reached for your diary, “No Max” you swiped his hand away, a couple days later you buried your diary, it was for the best, you found Max trying to casually look around your locker and dorm. Poor boy.

Not so Happy Halloween

Max Hatter x Cheshire Cat reader

Fem reader, M x F, Cat-Hatter oneshot

Author’s note. SO THIS WASNT MY IDEA, it was a request from @wrongw4yz BUT I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED MY UNFINISHED DRAFT SO THE OPTION TO USE SUBMISSION WAS GONE WHEN I DELETED. And I am so sorry cause the request was SO good and detailed, I didn’t remember the request super well cause I accidentally deleted it but if this isn’t everything you hoped and dreamed of I will rewrite. Again, SO SORRY THAT WAS LIKE MY LONGEST MOST THOUGHTFULLY WRITTENT REQUEST I LOVE YOU. Also I kinda have a Christmas craving due to this I may write that down the line 👀

You volunteer at a haunted house, and scare the life out of your boyfriend as a Halloween prank.

You were a BIG Halloween fan, people got annoyed when Halloween decorations were up after thanksgiving, you considered Halloween a thing the moment summer ended. You had the perfect costume idea by New Year’s usually.

For you it was multiple costumes, however your star costume was the costume you wore on the day. But you attended enough Halloween events to have to have multiple costumes.

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT HALLOWEEN IS?” You practically screamed at Max when you were both walking out of class. You heard a couple snicker behind you, but whatever. “What do you mean you don’t know what Halloween is! It’s thee best holiday! Forget thanksgiving, nobody cares about a genocidal holiday orienting bland Turkey and green beans.”

“What’s that..” Max asked again, he was starting to get embarrassed. This boy was a genius, he had an IQ of 159 and he was great at a lot of things, but due to his unusual upbringing he never really understood holidays. “I get, getting days off of school! But I just thought those were for stretching your legs and exercising your autonomy.” He tried to justify is question.

“Max, you are going to have a great Halloween, I’ll make sure of it.” You smiled and gave his hat a little tilt. “Yea. Thanks, but again, what is Halloween?” He adjusted his hat, checking to see if the origami heart was still on it.

“The reason everyone loves Autum!” You smiled as you walked off, “I really love it when you’re ambiguous!” Max called after you. He tried not to think about it after, and he didn’t because he got wrapped up in fixing his robotic squirrel.

This past week leading up to the special day was helping out a trunk or treat, helping set up a Halloween bash, then attending the Halloween bash. And honestly you were saving the special day for Max’s introduction to Halloween. You’d scare him out of consideration!

You were ready for your final Halloween duty. It was THE day, you volunteered as an alternating scare actor. You were in the horror house, the final room. Before you there would be a drowned boy, manic with a chainsaw, there was a screwed up looking nurse, tons of horrors.

You were a clown. With LOTS of fake blood on, your job was to scream at everyone who was about to leave. Your room looked like an abandoned murder house circus, kinda like if a psycho owned a circus and went on a spree. You were supposed to laugh loudly before people entered, then scream once they did.

The horror house used to have an actor chase someone out but too many people ended up falling so they changed it this year, honestly it was a pretty harmless room, the other rooms were a little more high tense.

You texted him towards the end of your shift so you could scare him then head out and enjoy the festival with him.

OH MAXXX wanna go to the Halloween festival with me?!

Okay, do I have to bring anything?

Probably money so you can get me a caramel apple

I always carry my wallet, it’s under my hat.

Relocate that

I’ll meet you at the haunted house!!

Max was considering asking what a haunted house’s purpose was, but he knew you wouldn’t actually explain, so he just hearted your message.

Max wasn’t sure if you meant in the line, or inside. “She probably meant inside, it is a house.” He mumbled to himself. When it was his turn to enter he did, and it was not what he was expecting.

He assumed it was maybe a decorated house, or something less scary, he thought it was called a haunted house for harmless Halloween alliteration, something funish, Halloween was apparently fun.

First he got chased by a doll, then scared by a nurse who was trying to give him a shot, a drowned boy who started to grab him, and then when he finally thought it was the last room he saw you.

You were fake chained to one of those twirling knife throwing boards, with a fake knife in your lower abdomen accompanied by a big blood stain. You were screaming like you were in true pain. And Max had just seen a lot of things, he was just chased and touched and scared by a lot of things.

But seeing his girlfriend, stabbed, and bloody, and screaming is what made him fall down to the floor. He stared at your for a second, holding a shocked look on his face. Then he get up and ran out as fast as he could. It might’ve been the scream in general, nobody had screamed at him yet and he was startled by large sounds.

You started to laugh, you checked your watch, and got down from your post. You stayed a couple minutes later than you needed to! You stepped outside and saw Max, against the wall.

“Max, are you okay?” You asked as you stepped closer, his chest was heaving. And you felt horrible. You thought it was a slight scare, you didn’t think it would bring out a terrified and traumatized boy.

“Yea” he lied as he looked over you, and you took the fake knife out and threw it in the trash. “Well..did you like it?” You questioned, nervously. “No” shook his head.

You felt horrible, you started to revaluate, and it wasn’t scary to you because you loved Halloween and all its horror. You’d never even seen Max’s reaction to a real horror movie, but he seemed disturbed even with sci-fi.

Maybe the sight of everything, and your room was a lot. The lights were flashing and you looked like a stab victim and it probably really stressed him out. This must be how dogs on the Fourth of July felt.

“Here—“ you said as you grabbed his wrist, transporting you both to your dorm. It caused a light flinch, which made you feel worse. “Sorry, Max, I am so sorry. I thought you’d enjoy being scared.” You explained

“Who likes being scared!” He replied, and that did make you realize, he wouldn’t have like being scared. What was I thinking? You thought you yourself, guilty. It was always worse when Max was emotional, because he never raised his voice, he never even got mad at you either. He usually put emphasis on his words rather than yelling, and he never blamed you because he felt that would be wrong.

“Sorry, can you change out of that. It’s nice, and I kinda have always pictured you being a jester or a clown in some ways, but—“

“Give me 10 minutes!” You said as you blinked yourself to the restroom. You removed your makeup and body paint in the shower, then changed into less bloody clothes.

Max seemed to have calmed down a lot by then, and seeing you, looking like you relaxed him a lot. “Thank you” he said timidly, he felt like a wuss, you felt like a jerk. You had been in a lot of situations with Max, but you had no idea how to fix this. “I should go” Max felt embarrassed “Don’t!” You panicked

“We can still Halloween!” You really were panicked “I don’t think it like very much” Max said gently. “No— you will. Okay, so Halloween is actually super fun. It’s like getting candy, and there’s the horror aspect, but there’s also the relaxed, after horror aspect!” You went to reach his hand, and he didn’t flinch this time, which was good.

“There’s kid Halloween movies, and they’re fun and comforting and the perfect amount of spooky. And you eat candy with your loved ones while you watch them” you lead him away from the door.

“Take your coat off, you’re staying here” you ordered as you fetched leftover candy from your previous events this week. “Okay, now take your hat off.” You added as you got your computer. “You would love playing Simon says.” Max took his hat off “very assertive”

“I do like playing Simon says” you nodded “okay, do you know Charlie Brown, or hocus pocus?” You asked. You guys spent the rest of the night watching Halloween movies, and showing Max candies.

You always had to remind yourself Max grew up without most of the luxuries you had, and you made in your mission to show him your opulences. But after today, definitely in a more gentle way.

Max liked chocolates, his favorite was probably marshmallow peanut butter cups. He enjoyed sour candy the most. He didn’t hate dot’s which shocked you, they were like licorice but much more disgusting. And you were revolted when he actually liked candy corn. “You’re disgusting.” You joked

Max liked the movies, he really liked the candy, you guys didn’t have pumpkins on hand, but you had two apples, so you carved apples instead, which was surprisingly very easier and dare you deem..even funner than pumpkins?

“So, what was your favorite park?” You asked Max happily, you were cuddling now, and watched Halloweentown. “This” Max sighed softly “Cuddling can’t be your favorite Halloween activity, it’s a year round thing, what’s your favorite festivity!”

“I liked it all, but I liked carving apples the most. And I really like candy corn. And my favorite movie so far is Monster house, it was funny.” He smiled agaisnt you

Pretty when I cry

Max Hatter x Cheshire Cat reader

Fem reader, M x F, another cat-hatter oneshot

Let’s start dropping Max Hatter requests I need more to write abt this boy, ww can’t be shy guys 👀

Max is trying to repair his relationship with his father, but it’s hard. Max is sad and you comfort him, based off that one Lana del rey song 😭

Summer wasn’t hard for you and Max, you were both in Wonderland, and your parents were friends. You spent 60% of summer together. Dinners together, going to the lake, watching movies. Some activities with your parents and some without.

You got into origami, Max was still obsessed with crafting, since he had access to a workshop now he was unstoppable. You made one of those origami hearts and stuck it on his hat, which he kept on. Then he made you an excellent piece of jewelry, “Oh so this is a competition?!” You said after you thanked him for the trinket.

You gave him a very detailed paper quilled portrait of a rainforest. Then he gave you another really nice piece of jewelry. Summer was the teen dream. Eating ice cream before bed, staying up late, whatever you guys wanted.

When summer came to an end and you were back at Auradon things were still good. Everything was BACJ to normal, this year you leaned into finding your own friends. Which worked well, you hung out with Alex, Alice’s son. Lila, Nani and David’s daughter. And that was it so far..yea, it was progress.

It was almost as good as summer till the night before Auradon family night. Your dad was allowed at Auradon, was he coming? No, he never had, and you preferred it that way. You didn’t want to have to share your dad or introduce him to anyone really.

However, Max had just found out his dad couldn’t come, even if Maddox wanted to. You were both in your dorm, you had the same dorm as last year and since you didn’t request to room with anyone, you were alone, again. So Max coming over was a regular thing.

He got an E-mail, from principal Uma. She was apologizing that she couldn’t validate Maddox’s visitor pass for tomorrow. “Why not?” You questioned, looking over Max’s expression as he read.

“She doesn’t want there to be discourse among the other parents or kids. She says she will try and see what she can do next year, but it’s too soon.” He shut the laptop, he wasn’t mad at Uma, he understood.

“Sometimes I still hate him” his eyebrows furrowed “I thought you guys fixed a lot of things over the summer” you lowered your voice and scooted closer to him. “Yea, and he’s great, he’s a nice dad now, and he’s everything I probably wanted. But now that I have it, it feels like I can’t enjoy it.”

“Do you know why?” You asked, you didn’t know if it was best to be quiet, or ask people questions about their emotions when they were talking about their familial issues.

“He could’ve— he should have been that father for me my whole life. And it’s not his fault, and I can’t blame him for the past, and I know it’s not right, but I just hate him sometimes because he wasn’t that father. And sometimes when we were bonding I just remembered he didn’t give me that childhood, I don’t know..”

You held his hand, “That’s okay, that’s normal. I think.” You felt really bad for him, but he was such a pretty crier.

“I feel like I’m a bad son because of it. But he doesn’t really feel like my dad yet, he like..maybe a cousin or an uncle, someone who you’re related to but you’re not immediate or close.” He added, the tears falling without a blink.

“And it’s so stupid that I’m crying over this because I have the dad that I wanted and he isn’t dead or something, I’m basically just being ungrateful, I’m acting like an HK or something.” He couldn’t look at anyone while he cried he always looked down or usually diagonally right.

“Don’t act like your feelings don’t matter, they matter, let yourself cry. And you have HK friends.” You reminded as you took your thumb to his cheek, wiping his tears. “I wish he that I could just spend a moment with him and forget about what he did— or didn’t do.” Max leaned into your touch.

He calmed down after that for the most part. “You will, just give it more time.” You smiled “I hope” he finally looked at you after saying that. “Why don’t we just sneak to Wonderland tomorrow? It’ll feel like another day of summer!” You suggested trying to make him more positive.

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