Threads of Madness and Whimsy: Jefferson (Mad Hatter)
Wonderland was a place of chaos, a land where reality twisted upon itself, where logic held no power. Jefferson knew this well, but it never ceased to surprise him. He had long grown accustomed to the strange, the unpredictable, and the impossible. And yet, nothing prepared him for her.
She had always been there, lurking at the edges of his world, half a whisper, half a trick of the eye. A smirk suspended in midair, a flick of a tail vanishing into mist, a laugh that carried through the air like silk unraveling. The Cheshire Cat.
And yet, you were not just a cat.
Jefferson first met you in your feline form, lounging lazily on a low-hanging tree branch, tail curling and uncurling as you grinned down at him.
"Lost again, Hatter?" you had purred, your voice dripping with amusement.
He had sighed, adjusting his hat. "Do I look lost?"
"Always."
That was the nature of your relationship—teasing, fleeting, elusive. But something changed the day you decided to stay.
The first time Jefferson saw you in human form, he nearly dropped his hat.
The grin appeared first, stretching mischievously in the air. Then, from swirling purple mist, your figure materialized. You stood before him—a woman, not just a creature of riddles and invisibility. Your wild hair cascaded in untamed waves, eyes still glinting with feline mischief. You stretched, arms high above your head, tail flicking behind you before disappearing.
"Better?" you asked, tilting your head.
Jefferson opened and closed his mouth. "You—you can do that?"
"Obviously," you giggled, stepping closer. "But I do like to keep my secrets."
He huffed, adjusting his coat. "Wonderful. Another trickster to deal with."
"You love it."
He didn't respond. He wasn't sure if you were right, but the warmth creeping up his neck suggested otherwise.
You followed him everywhere after that—appearing and disappearing as you pleased, challenging him with riddles, slipping away when he got too close.
But Jefferson had always been clever. He was patient. He started learning your habits, the way your ears twitched even when they were human, the way your eyes flashed just before you vanished. He learned that you always watched him when you thought he wasn't looking.
One day, as you perched on the edge of his worktable, watching him fiddle with his hat, he sighed. "Why do you stay?"
You blinked, your smile faltering just slightly. "Do you want me to leave?"
He hesitated, fingers tightening on the fabric. He wasn't sure when it had happened, but the thought of you not being there—of the space beside him being empty—unsettled him more than he cared to admit.
"No," he admitted.
Your grin widened, but this time, it was softer. Less of a trick.
"Then I'll stay."
Falling in love in Wonderland was madness. It was doomed from the start. And yet, there you were—falling anyway.
Jefferson found himself reaching for you more often. For your hand, for your warmth, for the comfort of knowing that even in a world that made no sense, you made sense to him.
And you? You let yourself be caught.
You stopped vanishing as often. You stayed longer, let him pull you close, let him kiss you under the twisted trees of Wonderland. You traced the brim of his hat as he murmured your name like a prayer.
"Madness suits you, Hatter," you whispered one evening, your fingers laced in his.
He chuckled, pressing his forehead to yours. "And you suit me."
For the first time in a long, long while, Wonderland didn't feel quite so lonely.
And neither did you.
