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Ten More Trips Through Wonderland (Trips 11-15)
Ten More Trips Through Wonderland (Trips 11-15)
Author:AkaiNagi
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Alice/Tarrant
Summary: Prompts 1-5/10 (Table 2) from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Prompt: Tidings
Though Alice was never quite sure whether it was the flowers who let the cat out of the bag, or the cat who let himself out of the bag, she would just have to face facts; keeping a secret in Underland for any length of time was nigh on impossible.
She had managed to pry her husband away from his workshop for the evening, a feat with which she was very much pleased. But when she had suggested a turn about the gardens, which were absolutely splendid in the moonlight, she had forgotten how mouthy the flowers in Underland could be.
“Oh look Rose,” the Lilly whispered, “ it’s those two again.”
“Oh dear, oh dear, I hope they won’t do like last time,” the white rose complained. “I swear I turned positively red with the shame of it."
“You turned red??” Ivy interjected. “Let's not forget who ended up with knickers dangling from her leaves!”
While her husband was chuckling with mirth at the exchange, Alice still had enough modesty in her to blush. “You know we can hear everything you say,” she announced to the garden at large. “It is rather rude.”
Ivy huffed, “Should’ve thought of propriety before you sent your knickers flying, I’d say.”
The hatter giggled even more madly.
“Tarrant! You’re not helping matters,” Alice sighed.
“Well just look at her,” the hyacinth said matter-of-factly, motioning to Alice. “Hardly more than newlywed and budding already.
Tarrant’s cackles stopped immediately. “Budding?” he asked dumbly.
A Cheshire voice, followed closely by a Cheshire grin, a Cheshire body and a furry Cheshire tail materialized next to Alice. “I think what they mean to say, my dear Hatter, is that your wife, shall we say, has a ‘bud’ in the oven.”
“Cheshire,” Alice snapped, altogether peeved at her secret being let out before she was ready. “What in Underland are you doing here?”
“Are you kidding?” The Cat’s grin widened. “I’ve been following you around for weeks just so I could see his face when he found out. I do so love a surprise.”
Chess evaporated just in time not to be caught between the couple as Tarrant caught up his wife in his arms and kissed her with all the passion he could muster.
“My congratulations and felicitations to you both. And way to go Tarrant old boy.” His feline voice faded and then disappeared into the distance. Neither Alice nor Tarrant took heed; they were so wrapped up in each other.
“Oh dear,” the long-suffering Ivy sighed. “Here go the knickers again.”
Prompt: Cake
When Tarrant awoke, on his first morning as a newly married man, he was greeted by the nostalgic, familiar smell of freshly delivered tea and cakes.
Pulling his trousers on, leaving his slumbering bride, he set about doing one of the things he did best, setting out tea. So engrossed was he in his task, he didn’t hear the rustling of sheets and the soft padding of bare feet.
The press of bare breasts and hands snaking around his midsection were rather hard to miss, though.
“Tarrant,” that well-loved voice purred into his ear. “Come back to bed.”
As it happened, they didn’t even make it to the bed. All it took was one look at Alice, naked as the day she was born, save for Tarrant’s own hat. That’s all it took for him to fall back into one of the chairs, deftly unfastening himself with one hand and pulling her down atop him with the other, all the while growling at her in his outlandish burr to leave the hat on.
They rocked together violently, nearly toppling the chair in their enthusiasm for each other. Her nails down his back, his teeth nipping none too lightly at her neck, each leaving their mark on the other’s body. Mapping out ownership: mine. And when they found their completion they each cried out with an unbridled joy that doubtless could be heard several doors down and possibly upstairs. And when they came back down to themselves they each laughed with the sheer joy of it all, and said to each other the only thing that still needed saying.
“Good morning Mrs. Hightopp.”
“Why good Morning Mr. Hightopp.”
By the time they got around to it, the tea was cold, but the cakes, they had to admit, were quite tasty.
Prompt: Voyage
“Bayard! To Marmoreal!”
With those words she set out to the seat of the white queen with the Vorpal Sword. There, hopefully they could find someone brave enough, endowed with enough destiny to slay this Jabberwocky creature and bring the crown back to its rightful owner. God knew she wasn’t the one. She was not destined to be champion of anything. She was a nineteen year-old, seven foot tall girl clothed in draperies, one who at the moment was barely able to contain her despair.
If she were a Champion, she would not be flying headlong away from the Red Queen’s Palace right now. She would not be leaving the Hatter and Mallymkun to face torture and beheading.
Her dear Hatter. He had told her to run, to fly, to escape. To leave him to his fate and save herself, believing with every fiber of his being that she was the one who would save the world.
But how could she possibly be the one destined to save the world?
When she couldn’t even save one man.
Prompt: Battle
The slaying of Jabberwockies, Alice decides on first sight of the beast, is better left to the professionals.
Surely fate could have picked a seasoned warrior, or at least someone who held a sword before, to be Underland’s champion.
But as she faces the beast, she knows that fate has far too much of a sense of humor to do that.
So she holds on to her six impossible things, holds them close, and holds them as proof that she can rise above her expectation of herself, instead rise to meet the expectation of all those who are counting on her, and maybe even to rise further still.
And she does rise, metaphorically and physically, climbing the steep stone steps that tower over the Tulgey Wood. Steps to nowhere. But as she rises she can feel herself buoyed by the hopes of all her friends; her dear Hatter, the Queen, Mallymkun, Chess, even the Tweedles. And when she reaches the apex, she finds that they may not be steps to nowhere after all.
For at the top she has found herself.
Prompt: Destination
The trip from Salazen Grum to the castle at Marmoreal is a long one by foot. Especially when trailing tweedles, a rabbit, a dormouse, a hound and a litter of pups.
But the trip is light on the Hatter’s heart, for he walks towards the White Queen, symbol of all that is good and pure, he walks towards the Frabjous day, which grows closer with each step.
And each step brings him one step closer to seeing Alice again.
He wonders; will she be shorter or taller this time? Will she have accepted her destiny, or will she still insist she is travelling through a land of dreams. Will she have reclaimed any more of her muchness?
He spends much of the time between palaces imagining the look on her face when they arrive. She will be glad to see them, of course. He pictures her smile. He wonders if she will run to greet them, or will she hang back.
Will she be wearing a hat?
And when they finally reach the bridge that marks the beginning of Marmoreal’s castle grounds all his questions are answered because, yes she is running to greet him. Not just all of them but him in particular. He knows this is so by the way their eyes lock together and it pleases him no end. Not to mention that she is finally the perfect size. And while she is not wearing a hat, she is wearing one of the most radiant smiles he has ever seen, and that also pleases him no end.
Because that smile, that radiant smile, is for him.
Author:AkaiNagi
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Alice/Tarrant
Summary: Prompts 1-5/10 (Table 2) from
10_promptsPrompt: Tidings
Though Alice was never quite sure whether it was the flowers who let the cat out of the bag, or the cat who let himself out of the bag, she would just have to face facts; keeping a secret in Underland for any length of time was nigh on impossible.
She had managed to pry her husband away from his workshop for the evening, a feat with which she was very much pleased. But when she had suggested a turn about the gardens, which were absolutely splendid in the moonlight, she had forgotten how mouthy the flowers in Underland could be.
“Oh look Rose,” the Lilly whispered, “ it’s those two again.”
“Oh dear, oh dear, I hope they won’t do like last time,” the white rose complained. “I swear I turned positively red with the shame of it."
“You turned red??” Ivy interjected. “Let's not forget who ended up with knickers dangling from her leaves!”
While her husband was chuckling with mirth at the exchange, Alice still had enough modesty in her to blush. “You know we can hear everything you say,” she announced to the garden at large. “It is rather rude.”
Ivy huffed, “Should’ve thought of propriety before you sent your knickers flying, I’d say.”
The hatter giggled even more madly.
“Tarrant! You’re not helping matters,” Alice sighed.
“Well just look at her,” the hyacinth said matter-of-factly, motioning to Alice. “Hardly more than newlywed and budding already.
Tarrant’s cackles stopped immediately. “Budding?” he asked dumbly.
A Cheshire voice, followed closely by a Cheshire grin, a Cheshire body and a furry Cheshire tail materialized next to Alice. “I think what they mean to say, my dear Hatter, is that your wife, shall we say, has a ‘bud’ in the oven.”
“Cheshire,” Alice snapped, altogether peeved at her secret being let out before she was ready. “What in Underland are you doing here?”
“Are you kidding?” The Cat’s grin widened. “I’ve been following you around for weeks just so I could see his face when he found out. I do so love a surprise.”
Chess evaporated just in time not to be caught between the couple as Tarrant caught up his wife in his arms and kissed her with all the passion he could muster.
“My congratulations and felicitations to you both. And way to go Tarrant old boy.” His feline voice faded and then disappeared into the distance. Neither Alice nor Tarrant took heed; they were so wrapped up in each other.
“Oh dear,” the long-suffering Ivy sighed. “Here go the knickers again.”
Prompt: Cake
When Tarrant awoke, on his first morning as a newly married man, he was greeted by the nostalgic, familiar smell of freshly delivered tea and cakes.
Pulling his trousers on, leaving his slumbering bride, he set about doing one of the things he did best, setting out tea. So engrossed was he in his task, he didn’t hear the rustling of sheets and the soft padding of bare feet.
The press of bare breasts and hands snaking around his midsection were rather hard to miss, though.
“Tarrant,” that well-loved voice purred into his ear. “Come back to bed.”
As it happened, they didn’t even make it to the bed. All it took was one look at Alice, naked as the day she was born, save for Tarrant’s own hat. That’s all it took for him to fall back into one of the chairs, deftly unfastening himself with one hand and pulling her down atop him with the other, all the while growling at her in his outlandish burr to leave the hat on.
They rocked together violently, nearly toppling the chair in their enthusiasm for each other. Her nails down his back, his teeth nipping none too lightly at her neck, each leaving their mark on the other’s body. Mapping out ownership: mine. And when they found their completion they each cried out with an unbridled joy that doubtless could be heard several doors down and possibly upstairs. And when they came back down to themselves they each laughed with the sheer joy of it all, and said to each other the only thing that still needed saying.
“Good morning Mrs. Hightopp.”
“Why good Morning Mr. Hightopp.”
By the time they got around to it, the tea was cold, but the cakes, they had to admit, were quite tasty.
Prompt: Voyage
“Bayard! To Marmoreal!”
With those words she set out to the seat of the white queen with the Vorpal Sword. There, hopefully they could find someone brave enough, endowed with enough destiny to slay this Jabberwocky creature and bring the crown back to its rightful owner. God knew she wasn’t the one. She was not destined to be champion of anything. She was a nineteen year-old, seven foot tall girl clothed in draperies, one who at the moment was barely able to contain her despair.
If she were a Champion, she would not be flying headlong away from the Red Queen’s Palace right now. She would not be leaving the Hatter and Mallymkun to face torture and beheading.
Her dear Hatter. He had told her to run, to fly, to escape. To leave him to his fate and save herself, believing with every fiber of his being that she was the one who would save the world.
But how could she possibly be the one destined to save the world?
When she couldn’t even save one man.
Prompt: Battle
The slaying of Jabberwockies, Alice decides on first sight of the beast, is better left to the professionals.
Surely fate could have picked a seasoned warrior, or at least someone who held a sword before, to be Underland’s champion.
But as she faces the beast, she knows that fate has far too much of a sense of humor to do that.
So she holds on to her six impossible things, holds them close, and holds them as proof that she can rise above her expectation of herself, instead rise to meet the expectation of all those who are counting on her, and maybe even to rise further still.
And she does rise, metaphorically and physically, climbing the steep stone steps that tower over the Tulgey Wood. Steps to nowhere. But as she rises she can feel herself buoyed by the hopes of all her friends; her dear Hatter, the Queen, Mallymkun, Chess, even the Tweedles. And when she reaches the apex, she finds that they may not be steps to nowhere after all.
For at the top she has found herself.
Prompt: Destination
The trip from Salazen Grum to the castle at Marmoreal is a long one by foot. Especially when trailing tweedles, a rabbit, a dormouse, a hound and a litter of pups.
But the trip is light on the Hatter’s heart, for he walks towards the White Queen, symbol of all that is good and pure, he walks towards the Frabjous day, which grows closer with each step.
And each step brings him one step closer to seeing Alice again.
He wonders; will she be shorter or taller this time? Will she have accepted her destiny, or will she still insist she is travelling through a land of dreams. Will she have reclaimed any more of her muchness?
He spends much of the time between palaces imagining the look on her face when they arrive. She will be glad to see them, of course. He pictures her smile. He wonders if she will run to greet them, or will she hang back.
Will she be wearing a hat?
And when they finally reach the bridge that marks the beginning of Marmoreal’s castle grounds all his questions are answered because, yes she is running to greet him. Not just all of them but him in particular. He knows this is so by the way their eyes lock together and it pleases him no end. Not to mention that she is finally the perfect size. And while she is not wearing a hat, she is wearing one of the most radiant smiles he has ever seen, and that also pleases him no end.
Because that smile, that radiant smile, is for him.
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I love your writing. :]
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Epic.
That is all.
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<3
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