#its hatter day

[askponyrogues]

Oh, boy. You guys know what I gotta do.

Happy Hatter Day, for everyone in the U.S.A. !!!

(He was happy to pose for this, btw.)

[paninityl]

Hatter on one's shoulder

Based on "Self-Portrait with Death Playing the Fiddle" by Arnold Böcklin :) !

[redclown19]

Happy Mad Hatter day!!!

[imadhatt3r]

Seeing everyone in the US showing off their Catty dolls while there's still not a reliable way to buy Venus in a normal price in Poland...

[rosyrosethorns]

It took a moment for Madi to recall what happened before she had passed out after all that crying exhausted her… but she was still surprised to find herself in the Mad Hatter’s arms.

“Hello, my little rabbit~” There was the sweetest smile on Jervis’ face as he brushed a hair out of the girl’s face. “Are you feeling any better?~”

The drowsy girl nodded a little in response; her eyelashes fluttering as she was still waking up from the unpredicted nap.

“I’m not entirely certain if you heard my reply before you were lulled to sleep earlier,” Jervis spoke in a soft tone, “but in case you haven’t…”

Cupping Madi’s face with one hand, he placed a kiss on her forehead.

“I’m so happy you feel that way.”

… The girl had a stunned expression in response to the unexpected affection; her eyes tearing up once again.

“I… don’t even remember your exact words… or mine,” she murmured. Indeed, earlier she had poured out her feelings for him with tears falling from her eyes before collapsing in his arms.

A wistful sigh escaped Jervis’ mouth. “You said you knew from the start that you cared for me… but you couldn’t identify if it was love right away. Since you didn’t wish to lead me on, you waited until you were certain before you told me how you felt. And, oh, that alone is… the most considerate thing I’ve experienced…”

His arms wrapped around the girl as he held her against his chest.

“I told you as you were settling down that I can tolerate sharing with the Penguin if you refuse to choose one over the other. Even if I am rather… protective… admittedly~” He ran his fingers through her hair as he spoke. “I have a feeling your concern over that was what had you in tears.”

Madi had her face buried in his shoulder, muttering a muffled “mainly” as she hugged him back. She knew this quirky blonde man was overprotective like he said, and he would frequently pull strings as part of the crimes he had committed… but she genuinely felt safe in his arms.

[basslinegrave]

10.4.23

[shebsart]

i need to make sure, do the majority of hmc book fans know he was quoting another john donne poem here? its called The Sun Rising!

“Busy old fool, unruly Sophie,” said Howl. “Am I right in thinking that you turned my doorknob black-side-down and stuck your long nose out through it?” “Just my finger,” Sophie said with dignity.

[aliceundrground]

Having fun with cozy grove but wish I could actually just name my animals for real? Also wish it wasn't irl time based but thats what switch settings are for I guess lmao

[clockwayswrites]

Birds and Mice and Tea Parties 20

Masterpost

AN: B really was trying his best to protect Danny last time, he just was missing too much information. Poor Danny...

No reading over. We suffer and post at 2am.

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It had been two weeks since the last rogue Wayne visit.

Danny hadn’t intended to keep track. There was no reason to. One visit from Cass and one from Tim did not a pattern make.

He tried to dismiss the observation. He had plenty to do; it wasn’t like he didn’t have friends. The bi-weekly trivia group would start meeting again soon. He also had a TTRGP session that did its best to meet around all that life threw at them. Tucker and him played online games when they could make schedules match and he and Sam talked when she was stateside. He even had regular lunches with coworkers!

Still, there had been something different about spending time with the family.

So no, Danny hadn’t meant to keep track, but he still knew it had been two weeks and a day. But of course he wouldn’t see the Waynes that often. Bruce was a very busy man and most of the children would have no reason to come to W.E. They had their own lives with work and school and being kids or young adults. The other visits had simply been flukes, as nice as the visits had been.

The subtle feeling of melancholy that had settled over him was ridiculous and he wasn’t having it. His mood was simply off because of the whole Ancient thing. The way it was affecting his health didn’t make feeling better any easier either.

Danny leaned against the wall of the elevator as he tried to catch his breath. He really shouldn’t be walking right then to get lunch, not with the way that he felt, but he hadn’t had anything at his place to make lunch with. He hadn’t had the energy to go shopping. He’d just go somewhere close instead of walking to anything on the other side of the park.

The natural reverb of the lobby assaulted Danny as he stepped out of the elevator.

He just had to get through the lobby, the street, the restaurant, back through the street, and through the lobby again. Then he could hide in his office and eat. Or he could hide in there and eat as long as Lucius didn’t find him. Maybe even Lucius would give him a break today though.

“Dr. Fenton…?”

Danny looked up from rubbing his neck.

It was Tim. Damian was at Tim’s side, flanking him like a little guard dog and scowling. Tim was frowning too. Danny immediately wanted to fix whatever was wrong.

“Look at that, a pair of Waynes. How are you two?”

“That is unimportant,” Damian said with a little sniff. “You are clearly unwell. I assume you are returning to your apartment to rest?”

“Oh, no, I’m just going to go grab lunch. I’m alright, really,” Danny said and put on the best smile he could muster.

Tim and Damian looked at each other in some sort of silence conversation. Danny started to edge away from them, thinking he could escape before they came to some sort of end. He really needed out of the lobby and its echoing sounds.

A startled shriek from the entry way cut off that plan.

Danny twisted to face the sound as he stepped in front of the kids.

Of course it was a rogue, what else would it be in Gotham? It was a rogue, but at least it was the Mad Hatter and his squad of likely mind controlled goons. He usually wasn’t prone to death and destruction like some of the others were. But still, Danny felt his metaphorical hackles rising. The kids were here.

The kids were here and sure to draw the Mad Hatter’s attention if he saw them. Danny stepped slowly backwards, herding the kids away from the scene. At least they weren’t far into the lobby.

“Back up to the stairwell,” Danny said lowly, trying to cast his voice behind him.

“Tch. We can—”

“The elevator, the back left one,” Tim said quietly but firmly over his brother’s protest. “I have a code to take it to a safe room in the basement.”

“If he kills the power,” Danny started.

“The elevators have emergency back up.”

“That’s not very good behavior for a tea party, is it?” the Matter Hatter shouted at someone.

Danny bit back a rising noise of anger in his throat. His fingers twitched to act. But he couldn’t. The best plan was to get the kids out of there away from any action.

“Yes I see, Damian,” Tim hissed. “We’re almost to the elevator.”

“Call it as soon as you can,” Danny said. Was there a reverb to his voice? It felt like there was a reverb to his voice. No, no, he couldn’t, he had to…

“That’s better! See? This is how you behave when someone invites you to a tea party! Now where is that little dormouse?” the Mad Hatter called. “I know I saw him come in here! With an even littler one too.”

He wanted Tim.

“Calling the elevator.”

“Another mouse? A rat? A cat?"

The Mad Hatter wanted Tim and Damian.

“Here mousy mouse mice… where are you?"

Danny would not let that happen.

“Oh there you are! Hiding back by the doors, of course he is!” The Mad Hatter said. The crowed parted in fear. His wide, manic eyes looked right past Danny and he grinned. “Get them. We have a tea party we’re late for.”

“Over my dead body,” Danny growled.

The Mad Hatter blinked at Danny like he just noticed him for the first time. His goons rushed past him and through the crowd. “Oh, who are you? Never mind, if death is what you want, we can make that happen.”

Danny couldn’t hold back the chortling laughter. “See, that’s where you have a problem you don’t even know you could have.”

“And what is that?”

“You couldn’t handle my dead body,” Danny said just as the first goon reached them.

Danny stepped forward. He ducked under the swing of the punch and used the momentum to spin the goon around. With a push of his ghostly power, he sent the attacking goon careening into the next one and they both went tumbling.

“Danny, it’s here!” Tim shouted.

Not turning his back to the attackers, Danny stepped backwards into the elevator. Tim slammed a button and the doors basically snapped closed, much faster than they should. Danny was left staring at the polished metal surface of the elevator. Luminous green stared back at him. Soft black feathers dotted his temples. His fingers ended in talons. And he could feel it.

He could feel the skin on his back started to split.

Wings.

[fluffyfluffyscarecrow]

Scarecrow, Two Face, Penguin, Mad Hatter, and Mr. Freeze with a Partner who Sleeps With A Plush of Them

Inspired by the Scarecrow and Two Face plushies I sewed.

Scarecrow

You had spent days hand-sewing this plush doll of Jonathan Crane, and though it wasn't perfect, you had put a lot of love into it.

The doll appeared to stare up at you with its button eyes while you held its floppy, huggable body and stroked its soft hair. It was like an exact copy of Jonathan, just smaller. And probably less likely to commit crimes.

Jonathan would be incredibly surprised to see the plush- lots of times when people made artistic interpretations of him they were meant to be terrifying. He had never seen a version of himself this...cuddly. He doesn't mind it, though. In fact, he's quite flattered.

When you tell him about how you cuddle the plush at night he practically melts.

Two Face

You made most of the plush Two Face with soft minky fabric, but decided to add something extra- faux fur on the white side of his hair and dot textured minky for his scars. He was perfect.

The first time you showed it to Harvey, he was speechless. His fingers ran across the soft fabrics you had used to capture him so lovingly, and you might have even seen a tear roll down the unscarred side of his face. Two Face is the one to break the silence, saying "you really want to cuddle me that much?"

When you admit to them you cuddle the plush at night to feel close to them, they immediately wrap you in a massive hug. You hug them back of course, making sure to kiss their scars.

Penguin

Oswald had always been insecure about his appearance, and no matter how much you tried to encourage and support him with words, hugs, everything...it always seemed as if his trauma would make him feel unworthy of you. So you got an idea. You would show him exactly how you saw him, in the form of a cuddly plushie.

You had to modify your pattern quite a bit to make it accurate, but it was worth it. The plush Penguin sat before you with its arms outstretched, just waiting to be held.

You paid extra attention to translating the parts of himself Oswald was insecure about into the plush- intricately sewn hands, a prominent beak-like nose, his cuddly, plump body, and of course his long, soft hair.

You're a bit nervous to show the plush to him as you're not sure how he'll react, so you start kind of awkwardly.

"Uh...I...I really wanted to show you how wonderful you are in my eyes and I...I adore every single part of you, so I made this..."

Oswald doesn't know what to think at first, but he's incredibly touched. He still tries to play it cool, of course.

"I mean, you could always have a life-sized version of me if you want."

Catch him off guard by kissing his nose and wrapping him in a hug.

Mad Hatter

Okay, uh.. You didn't sew this one. You just kinda found a Disney Mad Hatter plushie on Ebay or something and thought it reminded you of Jervis.

(Fun fact, I actually do have this plush and he's very soft!)

Even if you didn't sew it, Jervis freaking loves it. You want to cuddle? With him??? So badly that you got a plushie to hold when he wasn't there to comfort you????

Mr. Freeze

This man is very insecure about how he's unable to cuddle you due to his physical state, so you get an idea.

The plush was honestly kind of hard to make, with all the intricate details of his suit, but it was absolutely worth it. You even added a voice box inside so you could hear his sweet German accent whenever you wanted.

Also you added a small tuft of fluffy fabric for his hair, (ik BTAS doesn't have that but HQTAS does and I freaking love it so it's going here!)

He absolutely cries when you show it to him.

You wrap your arms around him when he does, it stings a bit but it's worth it to see him smile.

For Christmas that year you make him a Nora plushie, with magnets in her hands so she can hold hands with your Mr. Freeze plush.

You better believe he cuddles his Nora plush every day. It's not even close to having his wife back of course, but it does relieve some of the pain to get to hold her again.

[yume-fanfare]

i Forgot to count last mission. that one also

ok new reading order (tentative) is going to be butterfly, euthanasia and mad hatter...... let's see

[spaceteenagers]

You’re probably thinking I’m too young to be engaged—I’ve still got three years of my apprenticeship to run, and Lettie’s got even longer—but we promised one another, and we don’t mind waiting

its may day which is their day!!! i dont know who else was having significant events in howls moving castle on may day, but this is micheal fisher and martha hatters time

[bluesfreakingart]

Intimacy.

That was a word Jervis Tetch wasn't familiar with all too much. He'd read about it in novels, in TV shows; he'd seen it in the couples he passed on the streets. But one common thread between all these experiences was the lack of the real experience.

He was always at arm's length despite being surrounded by it day-to-day. The man lived a rather lonely life, repeating routines with his work and home life. Alice struck that chord in him finally, that initial scratch to a feeling he couldn't quite distinguish… not at first.

At first, he tried to deny it, maybe even lead his mind to a more logical conclusion. Days passed by, then months, and still onward as that feeling slowly but surely made its name known. Love, yes, that's what he called it at first. In truth, it was at some point until that became craving, a desperate, desperate craving to keep that feeling.

One that wasn't reciprocated; he knew this and yet there he was… taking it back with an iron grip.

And he'd try again, and again to no avail. He was the Mad Hatter, after all; he had no qualms with insanity. After the wedding, after the dream he'd never thought he'd love again.

He didn't even think he'd be alive after that. Tetch had almost wished instead of faking his death in Arkham, that he would have ended things there.

But he didn't. No, he kept going… but why? Well, that was the question of a lifetime, maybe two. When had he gotten the will to go on? Ah, right… two, again, two red-headed men.

One in burgundy, the other in green.

Two seconds, it took for Edward to charm him with their charisma. Two seconds, it took for the excitement of their latest venture for Jonathan to kiss him.

Two seconds more, it took Jonathan to realize, then push the Mad Hatter off him.

There were two skips of his heart as the Mad Hatter lingered on those chapped lips. Two days or more to get Jonathan's actions off his mind.

It only took two soft words, "Hey, Jervis…" for him to take Edward's hand and follow.

… two seconds to look up into those pretty eyes to realize that feeling again.

Only one managed to give him that before.

One.

Tetch lay under silken sheets, listening to Edward's soft breaths as he slept. For once… in what seemed like forever.

She wasn't on his mind.

Only Jonathan and Edward seemed to occupy his thoughts within the moment. That craving that ate and clawed at him so often, that beast that couldn't be quelled no matter how he tried… Finally, it fell silent, deathly silent.

"How scary," Tetch thought.

"How terrifying it is… to know comfort."

[cece693]

You're Not Crazy Pt.1 (The Mad Hatter x M! Reader)

I got an ask some time ago about writing for other Depp characters such as the Mad Hatter. I haven't seen the movies recently, so some things might not be canon, however, I do want to explore this fandom since it is relatively empty of fanfics :) I left it purposefully open-ended in case you guys want a 2nd part.

Summary: You believed your sister when she returned home and spoke of a land where magical and peculiar people roamed. You asked her to take you there, and there, you encounter the Mad Hatter.

tags: of age reader, your Alice's brother, older by a few years, you hadn't seen wonderland before, not following story or book timeline

You believed your sister from the moment she returned home, eyes wide and voice trembling with excitement. She spoke of a world hidden beyond the ordinary, a place where logic twisted into nonsense and peculiar beings roamed freely—a land called Wonderland. You listened, enraptured, as she described a realm of talking animals, living chess pieces, and the most unusual of tea parties. While others dismissed her tales as ramblings of a crazed girl with an overactive imagination, you knew better. You had always known better.

“I want to see it,” you told her one evening. “I want to go there, too.”

Your sister hesitated, her face clouding with concern. “It’s not a place for everyone,” she said softly. “It can be…overwhelming.” But you insisted. If she could brave Wonderland, then so could you. And so, with reluctance, she agreed.

The next day, you followed her through the forest behind your home, down winding paths that seemed to shift and change when you weren’t looking. Eventually, she stopped by a large oak tree, its roots sprawling like the fingers of some great, sleeping beast.

“This is where I fell through.” And before you could ask what she meant, she took your hand and jumped, pulling you into the hollow darkness beneath the tree.

The fall was long and winding, like tumbling through a kaleidoscope of colors and strange sounds. When you finally landed—rather unceremoniously—on a bed of soft grass, you found yourself surrounded by an impossible landscape. The sky was a deep lavender, the grass a brilliant shade of blue. Flowers whispered secrets as you passed, and a brook giggled like a child at play.

"Welcome to Wonderland." Your sister announced with a smile, her eyes alight with familiarity.

It was more magical and bizarre than you could have imagined. You wandered through towering mushroom fields and past chattering woodland creatures, your eyes darting in awe. But one tale from your sister’s stories captivated you most—the Mad Hatter and his eternal tea party.

You begged her to take you there, and she obliged, leading you down a winding path that seemed to twist back on itself like a living thing. She left you at the entrance to a clearing, insisting that the rest of this adventure would be yours alone.

“Just be careful with him.” she warned softly before disappearing back down the path. Confused by her words, you approached the clearing cautiously, the sound of clinking china and cheerful, nonsensical chatter growing louder with each step. And then you saw him—the Mad Hatter, sitting at the head of a long, crooked table filled with teapots, mismatched cups, and an array of pastries that defied description.

His hair was a wild mop of orange curls and his large green eyes glimmered with a feverish brightness. Beside him sat a hare who seemed to be caught in a perpetual state of alarm, and a sleepy mouse that napped in a teapot.

“More tea?” the Hatter exclaimed, lifting a cup in your direction before noticing you. “Ah, a new guest! How splendid, how rare!”

You hesitated, taking in his erratic movements and the almost manic excitement in his voice. He seemed to be all contradictions—both welcoming and wary, kind and somehow unsettling.

“I…I’ve heard a lot about you.” You said carefully, stepping closer.

“Have you, now?” The Hatter's eyes widened, and he leaned forward as if this was the most intriguing news he'd heard all day. “And what did you hear? That I’m mad as a hatter?”

You chuckled. “Well, yes. But also that you throw the best tea parties in Wonderland.”

This seemed to please him immensely. “Then you’ve heard correctly!” he declared, standing up with a flourish. “Do sit, do sit! There’s always room for one more at my table. Unless, of course, it’s Tuesday, and we’re already three cups deep in the riddle rounds. But it’s not Tuesday, is it?”

You shook your head, finding yourself smiling despite the oddity of it all. “No, it’s not Tuesday.”

“Wonderful! Sit, sit!” He patted a chair beside him, his smile so wide it was almost infectious. As you took your seat, he poured you a cup of tea without asking if you wanted one, dropping in a few sugar cubes for good measure. “Tell me, what brings you to my humble tea party? And don't say 'a rabbit,' because that would be terribly unoriginal.”

You explained how your sister had told you stories of this place and how you wanted to see it for yourself. The Hatter listened with an almost childlike fascination, nodding and “hmming” at all the appropriate moments.

“There’s something different about you.” he said thoughtfully after a while. “Most people who come here are either lost or looking for something they don’t understand. But you—oh, you’re not like the others, are you?”

You shrugged, unsure how to respond. “I just…wanted to see if it was real.”

The Hatter’s grin softened into something almost genuine. “And now that you’re here? What do you think?”

“I think it’s more than real,” you said. “It’s…alive.”

His eyes seemed to glow with approval. “I like you.” he declared suddenly. “You’re not afraid of madness. You might even be a bit mad yourself.”

You laughed, feeling a strange warmth spreading through your chest. For all his eccentricities, the Hatter made you feel like you belong in this topsy-turvy world. And you realized, with a start, that you liked it. You liked him.

As the days passed, you found yourself returning to the Hatter's tea party again and again. You never knew what to expect—sometimes, you’d spend hours debating the merits of invisible jam; other times, you’d sit in comfortable silence, simply enjoying the strangeness of each other’s company.

The Hatter, for his part, seemed equally drawn to you. He would light up whenever you appeared, his eyes twinkling with mischief and delight. There were moments when his wildness would soften, and you’d catch a glimpse of something deeper beneath the madness—something vulnerable and achingly sincere.

But as the weeks turned into months, a quiet conflict began to stir within you. Wonderland was a place where time didn’t matter, where rules were made to be broken, and madness was a way of life. And yet, the longer you stayed, the more you began to feel a strange pull—a yearning for the world you had left behind. Memories of home, of mornings filled with familiar scents and sunsets painting the sky in shades of gold, tugged at the edges of your mind. Then there was your sister who you dearly missed. You tried to ignore the pull, losing yourself in the Hatter's antics but the feeling persisted.

The Hatter noticed, of course. He was always watching you with those keen, almost too-bright eyes. One evening, as you sat together beneath the stars, he turned to you, his expression unusually serious.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” he asked quietly.

“Thinking about what?”

“Leaving.” he said, his voice edged with something fragile and raw. “Going back to your world. Abandoning me.”

His words cut deeper than you expected. “It’s not like that, Hatter. I just…I miss some things from home.”

“But you can’t have both.” he replied sharply. His hands trembled as he poured himself another cup of tea, spilling more than half of it onto the table. “You can’t live in two worlds at once. Sooner or later, you have to choose.”

You felt a pang of guilt twisting in your chest. “I don’t want to leave you. Not really.”

“Not really?” he repeated, his voice rising, eyes narrowing as he stared at you. “But ‘really’ enough to think about it. To dream of it.”

The words stung, and you felt a flare of frustration. “It’s not that simple, Hatter! You don’t understand—”

“I don’t understand?” His voice rose, and he stood abruptly, knocking over his chair. “Oh, I understand perfectly! You think you can dip in and out of Wonderland as you please, but this place changes you. It consumes you. And you think you can just walk away?”

“I don’t know what I want!” you shouted back, standing to face him. “I care about you, I do. But I can’t just—”

“Then go!” he interrupted, his face twisted in anger and heartbreak. “Leave if you must. But don’t come back. I can’t bear the thought of you dangling the possibility of forever only to snatch it away.”

“I’m sorry.” you whispered, unsure of what else to say. The Hatter’s face crumpled, and for the first time, you saw him for what he truly was—a broken soul clinging to the one bit of sanity that remained: you.

“Don’t be.” he murmured, turning away. “I’m just a madman, after all. And what would a madman know of love?”

As you stood there, watching him retreat into himself, you felt the weight of the decision pressing down on you like never before. Wonderland was a place of wonder, but it was also a place of madness. Could you stay here forever, leaving the world you knew behind in favor of Hatter's affections?

The answer wasn’t simple. It wasn’t clear. But as you watched the Hatter, his shoulders slumped and his hands trembling, you knew one thing: if you left, a part of you would always remain in Wonderland—lost among the teapots and riddles, forever searching for a madman’s love.

[dovesdreaming]

The girl with the hat

Summary: Harry hook is used to life on the edge and never lets anyone get to close too him yet when the daughter of the Mad Hatter, a girl as eccentric as she is enchanting, stumbles into his life, he finds himself drawn to her in ways he never expected.

Warnings: none

Masterlist

Request

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Life on the Isle of the Lost was never predictable, but even Harry Hook was surprised when he first laid eyes on you. You were unlike anyone he’d ever met, a whirlwind of color and whimsy in a world that was usually dull and gray. With your eccentric clothes, mismatched patterns, and a wide-brimmed hat that looked like it had a life of its own, you stood out like a beacon amidst the gloom of the Isle. Harry had heard whispers about you, the daughter of the Mad Hatter, the craziest of the crazies, as some called you. But when he saw you for the first time, standing on a street corner talking animatedly to what appeared to be a pocket watch, he knew he had to meet you.

“Oi, lass” he called out, striding up to you with his signature swagger. “Who’re ye talkin’ to?”. You looked up from your conversation with the watch, your eyes widening in surprise as you took in the sight of Harry Hook, the infamous son of Captain Hook. “Oh, just Time” you said with a bright smile, as if that explained everything. “He’s always running out on me, so I thought I’d give him a good talking to”. Harry blinked, momentarily at a loss for words. Most people on the Isle were either scared of him or eager to avoid him, but you seemed completely unfazed by his presence. If anything, you looked delighted. “Time, huh?” Harry finally said, intrigued despite himself. “And what did he say?”. You grinned, tucking the watch into your pocket. “Oh, you know, the usual. Ticking away, always in a rush. But I’ve told him to slow down a bit, there’s no hurry, after all”.

Harry couldn’t help but chuckle at your strange logic. “Yer a strange one, aren’t ye?”. “Strange?” You tilted your head, considering the word. “I suppose so. But I prefer to think of it as wonderfully different”. There was something about your unabashed uniqueness that captivated Harry. He wasn’t used to people who didn’t care what others thought, who lived entirely in their own world and seemed to thrive there. And the more he talked to you, the more he found himself drawn in by your infectious energy and quirky charm.

As days turned into weeks, Harry found himself spending more and more time with you. It started with him seeking you out whenever he had a spare moment, curious to see what strange and wonderful things you’d come up with next. And before he knew it, you were a constant presence in his life, dragging him along to impromptu tea parties in the most unexpected places, showing him how to find magic in the mundane, and making him laugh more than he ever had before.

One day, after a particularly chaotic “tea party” in the middle of an abandoned park, you and Harry sat on a crumbling stone bench, watching the sunset. You were wearing a new hat- a bright blue one with a peacock feather sticking out of it- and Harry couldn’t take his eyes off you. “Ye know, I never thought I’d be havin’ tea parties with anyone” Harry mused, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. You laughed, a light, musical sound that made Harry’s heart skip a beat. “Well, you never know what life has in store, do you? Sometimes the best things come when you least expect them”. “Like ye,” Harry said before he could stop himself. You turned to look at him, your eyes wide with surprise. “Me?”. “Aye” Harry admitted, his voice softening. “Ye’re… different from anyone I’ve ever met. In a good way”.

For once, you seemed at a loss for words, your usual chatter fading as you looked at Harry with an expression he couldn’t quite read. Then, slowly, a soft smile spread across your face, and you reached out to take his hand in yours. “I think you’re wonderful, too, Harry” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “In the most unexpected way”. Harry’s heart pounded in his chest, and he squeezed your hand gently, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. He’d never felt this way before,

like he wanted to protect you, make you smile, and keep you close all at the same time. It was new, and a little scary, but as he looked into your eyes, he realized that he didn’t mind. Because with you, everything felt a little less daunting, a little more possible.

As time went on, it became clear to everyone on the Isle that Harry Hook was completely smitten with you. It wasn’t just the way he always sought you out, or the way his eyes lit up when he talked about you. It was the way he softened when he was with you, the way he let down his guard in a way he never had before. Even his crew noticed the change, though they wisely kept their comments to themselves, except for Uma, who took every opportunity to tease him about it. “You’ve gone soft, Hook” Uma said one day, smirking as she watched Harry pace back and forth, clearly agitated. “I have not” Harry snapped, though the blush on his cheeks said otherwise. Uma raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. “You’ve been like this ever since that Mad Hatter girl showed up. You gonna tell her how you feel, or just keep pretending you’re not head over heels?”. Harry scowled, but he couldn’t deny the truth in Uma’s words. He’d been falling for you ever since the day you first talked to him about Time, but the thought of confessing his feelings terrified him. What if you didn’t feel the same way? What if he ruined the best thing that had ever happened to him? But then he thought about your smile, your laugh, the way you always made him feel like he was the only person in the world who mattered. And suddenly, the idea of not telling you seemed even more terrifying.

That evening, as the sun began to set, Harry found you in your usual spot, sitting on the edge of a fountain, your hat perched jauntily on your head. You looked up when you saw him, a bright smile lighting up your face. “Harry! There you are! I was just thinking about-“ “Y/N” Harry interrupted, his voice more serious than usual. “I need to tell ye somethin’”. You blinked, your smile faltering as you took in the look on his face. “What is it, Harry?”. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. “I… I think I’ve fallen for ye, lass. And I don’t know what to do about it”. For a moment, you just stared at him, your eyes wide with surprise. Then, slowly, a soft smile spread across your face, and you reached out to take his hand in yours. “Harry” you said gently, your eyes shining with affection. “I’ve fallen for you too. And I think… I think we should just go with it. See where it takes us”. Relief flooded through Harry, and before he knew it, he was pulling you into his arms, holding you close as if he never wanted to let you go. You hugged him back just as tightly, and for the first time in a long time, Harry felt like everything was exactly as it should be.

From that day on, you and Harry were inseparable. He was still the same mischievous, daring pirate he’d always been, but when he was with you, there was a softness to him that no one else ever got to see. You, in turn, found a new kind of magic in the world, one that came from the way Harry looked at you, the way he held your hand, the way he made you feel like you were the most important person in his life. Together, you were a perfect match, two souls who had found each other in the most unlikely of places. And as you continued to navigate the twists and turns of life on the Isle, one thing was certain: with Harry by your side, every day was an adventure, and every moment was filled with love. Because in a world where nothing was ever quite as it seemed, you had found something real, something true, something that would last. And that was the most wonderful thing of all.

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The AIB Boys with a random S/O

Summary: they with a S/O who gives them kisses at random times or in the worse times possible.

♧ Chishiya - Borderlands -

The only one who gets to caught him by suprise its you. He knows you like to randomly hold his hand and then pull him down for a quick kiss but he never knows when you are gonna do it. It pisses him off to a centrain degree but he is also glad you do it, its a non verbal way of knowing you are safe mentally and phyisically.

♧ Arisu - Non Borderlands

Gets red everytime you do it. He cant help it, you are too random and he never expects it. Its worse when you pull him down for a full kiss in public and then leave and if his friends are around they end laughtning at him.

♧ Banda Sunato - Borderlands / Non Borderlands

Its confused by it at first but then takes it as a sign he finally broke you. If you start to not do it he will kiss you then. But wont be soft when doing it, in fact he may ask you why you stopped doing it faking being sad.

♧ Tatta - Borderlands / Non Borderlands

His heart melts and explotes. If Arisu gets red then he gets like the sun. Hot, red, cant speak. His brain its in "error" state. Soon he will look foraward to them. Would still get red but laught because he is so happy you do that. He feels loved.

♧ Karube - Borderlands / Non Borderlands

Its amused, specially because he is tall and sometimes you cant reach him and end kissing his shoulder by accident making you get flustered and running away. He will chase you and give you a proper kiss.

♧ Aguni - Borderlands

TURNS INTO A BIG SOFTIE. The first time it happened he stopped talking and Hatter laughted for days because his stoic friend lost his composture over a small kiss on the cheeck. He likes them but will ask you to not do it in front of the beach since he needs to command respect.

♧ Kuzuryu - Borderlands

Secretaly he loves them but like Aguni will ask you to not do it in public. He prefers to keep the image of stoic and cold. He cant do that if you randomly kiss him and then go away since he gets flustered by the PDA.

♧ Niragi - Borderlands - Established relationship

Do as you wish. You are his princess, his baby. He does not care if other sees. He would just smirk and tell you to be ready for later because you are not getting away that easily from him.