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Even Ten More Trips Through Wonderland (Trips 21-25)
Even Ten More Trips Through Wonderland (Trips 21-25)
Author:AkaiNagi
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Alice/Tarrant
Summary: Prompts 1-5/10 (Table 3) from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
10_prompts. Extra points if you get the Lewis Carroll reference.
Prompt: Castle
Alice was quick to discover that everything, absolutely everything in the castle at Marmoreal was white.
She found this out when she questioned Queen Mirana as to why, when she had an entire castle to work with, had she given Alice the rooms directly next to the Hatter. Not that she was complaining, of course, him being such a dear friend and all, but it did seem strange that with an entire mostly vacant castle the queen was quartering the members of her court on top of each other.
The queen, who, unbeknownst to Alice, had the reputation as the most notorious matchmaker in all of Underland replied innocently that it was all such a serendipitous coincidence, and this was the first she’d heard of it.
Even the lies in Marmoreal were white.
Prompt: Book
When Queen Mirana had shown her the grand library at Castle Marmoreal, Alice had been suitably impressed. It was the Queen’s suggestion that Alice utilize it to help familiarize herself with her new home.
Of course, she probably should have asked the Queen for some suggestions of titles to start with. As it was she was at a loss as to where to begin. So, being one who prided herself on not being easily intimidated, least of all by several roomfuls of books, she plucked one a random off the shelves and began reading.
Several hours later she emerged from the library, glassy eyed and thoroughly out of sorts, having quite underestimated Underland’s capacity for the nonsensical. She straightaway went to seek out the Hatter to put to him the question that was foremost in her mind at present.
What the hell was a Boojum?
Prompt: Simple Things
Alice Kingsleigh used to love horseback riding. Few things she had found equaled the thrill she received from sitting astride a horse as it ran at a full clip. Sometimes, if they were going fast enough, she could almost imagine she was flying. The fact that she was flouting convention by refusing to ride sidesaddle, thereby scandalizing her long-suffering mother was an added bonus.
Her memories of horseback riding, however, paled in comparison to the exhilaration of racing through the woods on back of a bandersnatch. Something about having several tons of furry beast with gnashing teeth and claws at her command gave her a thrill that she was hard put-upon to find an equal to.
Today she was going further afield than usual. For today was not the aimless jaunt she usually indulged in. Today she had a very specific itinerary.
She started at the house of the Hare, even more dilapidated than when she had last seen it, abandoned by Hare, Hatter and Dormouse in favor of their new lodgings at the Palace at Marmoreal. She smiled as she gazed upon the tong table and chairs, still set for the endless tea party that was never going to resume.
It was here that I met him for the first time, she thought to herself wistfully. Back when I was little more than an anklebiter. And it was there she met him again as a woman grown. And then shrunk and stuffed in a teapot, she thought with a chuckle.
She nudged her bandersnatch with her heels and he took off at a leisurely trot. It was through here I traveled atop his hat. ”Anyone can travel by horse or rail,” he had told her. “But the best way to travel is by hat.”
She started to smile at the memory, but stopped when she realized they had come to the site of the tragedy of Horunvendush day. She slowed the bandersnatch to a walk. My poor Tarrant, she thought to herself, her heart hurting for his misfortune and for the obliteration of his family. How alone you must have felt. She knew he still had nightmares of that day.
She nudged the bandersnatch on till they came to the banks of the river were the Hatter had been captured by the Red Queen’s soldiers. Here was the river over which he had tossed his hat, Alice and all, in a desperate attempt to save her, and in the process sacrificed himself. My dear Tarrant. You were so brave. You gave me the courage to go on myself.
She gave her bandersnatch a hard nudge with her heels and he bounded over the river in a single leap, continuing until Alice could make out the distant outline of Salazen Grum. It was there that she had made her bid to rescue the Hatter and failed. It was there that Tarrant had been tortured and nearly executed, saved only by the intervention of the Cheshire Cat. Even this far from the castle of the Former Red Queen, the sight of the place turned her stomach.
She turned the bandersnatch back East. She had one more place to visit on the way back to Marmoreal.
The Tulgey wood, with its giant chessboard and stairs going to nowhere looked the same as on the day she defeated the Jabberwocky. If she tried hard enough she could imagine it all over again. Her wearing that dreadfully uncomfortable silver armor, wielding to Vorpal sword as Tarrant and the rest of the forces of the White Queen clashed arms with the forces of the Red. You saved my life here too, didn’t you, Tarrant? Alice remembered how he had stabbed the tail of the Jabberwocky to buy her valuable time. If you hadn’t done that it probably would have been the end of me right there
After one last look, she urged the bandersnatch home towards Marmoreal. She loitered for a moment on the bridge that led up to the castle proper. This is where we met on the day before the Frabjous Day. The day she came to know that Tarrant was still alive, not beheaded by the Red Queen as she had thought. She remembered her relief and joy at seeing him, and his joy at seeing her. She remembered his happiness at finding her restored to “a right-proper Alice size.” She laughed to herself at the happy memory.
“Alice!”
McTwisp was rushing down the path from Marmoreal like someone had set his rabbit tail on fire.
“Alice! You are late! So very late, it’s nearly noon!”
“I’m sorry,” she called down to him, “I had a few things I needed to take care of.”
“A few things indeed!” the hysterical rabbit cried in despair. “What could you possibly need to take care of on your wedding day other than your wedding?? Goodness me, you should be in your dress by now and here you are on the back of a bandersnatch! Everything is waiting on you, so do come immediately!” The neurotic white rabbit raced back towards the palace, muttering something about women and proper time management.
Her wedding day. The thought of it sent a thrill up Alice’s spine. She urged the bandersnatch on to the palace with all speed. Now that she had bid farewell to her past, it was time to meet her future.
Prompt: Boat
Tarrant was no stranger to nightmares. Having witnessed the destruction of his clan at the hands of the Bloody Red Queen and having been subjected to torture by her minions, he had his share of nocturnal demons.
But this one was different.
He was at a busy seaport, standing on the docks, the hustle and bustle and crush of people was nearly overwhelming. He made his way down the pier, following the flow of humanity. After all, he had nowhere to go, had never even seen this place before. Had never seen the likes of it in all of Underland.
Many of the ships had seen better days; crusted with barnacles and sporting tattered sails. One among them, however, was so pristine in condition as to look nearly new.
He caught sight of a familiar halo of blond curls. Waving a frantic goodbye from the bow of that particular ship was Alice.
He tried to call out to her, but he found his voice wouldn’t work. Where was she going? Deep in his heart of hearts he felt with a certainty that she was going far away and for a long time, perhaps never to return. He tried again to call her back, but again his voice failed him.
He began running down the docks, pushing his way through the crush of people, desperate to get to her, but he could see that he was already too late. The ship had unmoored and was disembarking for parts unknown, taking part of his soul with it.
He stood there on the docks, watching, his heart in his throat, until the ship, and Alice with it, disappeared into the horizon.
He awoke with a gasp and a start, crying out so loudly he awakened his sleepy eyed wife, who was asking him what on earth the matter was.
Wordlessly and mindlessly he sought out her lips with his own, his hands snaking under her nightdress, making her gasp in surprise. And when his hands found the most sensitive parts of her she mewled with pleasure. Finding her ready he guided her atop him and buried himself inside her in a single thrust. His mind chanting with every upward gyration mine…mine…mine….
She came quickly, with a plaintive cry and a shudder she collapsed atop him. Half a dozen more thrusts saw his own completion, and he emptied himself inside her with a shout, buried in her to the hilt and holding her so tightly it was like he was trying to fuse them together into one being.
Alice managed to shift in his grasp so she was curled against his side, one leg still thrown unashamedly across his own. She placed a tender kiss to his jaw. “Not that I’m complaining at all, mind you,” she murmured contentedly, “but what was that about?”
Tarrant, in his mind’s eye seeing her waving goodbye from a ship bound for who-knows-where, never to return, held his wife with all the desperation he could muster.
“Never leave me.”
Prompt: Music
The first gift she ever received from the hatter had been her dress. She really had become quite fond of that dress, and thought it quite a shame that it was ruined on account of too much upelkutchen.
The second gift she received from him had been just as lovely.
He presented her with the bouquet of blue bellflowers with all the trepidation of a boy presenting a gift to his first sweetheart.
The flowers were beautiful, and let out lovely, musical bell-tones when Alice tapped the blossoms.
Her face lit up with wonder at the gift, and at seeing Alice’s joy, the Hatter’s own face split into a wide grin.
“Oh, Tarrant, they’re beautiful, but where on earth did you get them,” Alice asked.
“From the gardens, of course”
“But how did you get them?” The flowers in the royal garden were notoriously snooty, and would never deign to lower themselves to be part of a lowly bouquet. Alice knew because she’d tried before.
The Hatter leaned into her conspiratorially and whispered in a slightly naughty voice, “My dear, didn’t I ever tell you, I’m nearly as quick with a pair of pruning shears as I am with a needle and thread.”
Author:AkaiNagi
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Alice/Tarrant
Summary: Prompts 1-5/10 (Table 3) from
10_prompts. Extra points if you get the Lewis Carroll reference.Prompt: Castle
Alice was quick to discover that everything, absolutely everything in the castle at Marmoreal was white.
She found this out when she questioned Queen Mirana as to why, when she had an entire castle to work with, had she given Alice the rooms directly next to the Hatter. Not that she was complaining, of course, him being such a dear friend and all, but it did seem strange that with an entire mostly vacant castle the queen was quartering the members of her court on top of each other.
The queen, who, unbeknownst to Alice, had the reputation as the most notorious matchmaker in all of Underland replied innocently that it was all such a serendipitous coincidence, and this was the first she’d heard of it.
Even the lies in Marmoreal were white.
Prompt: Book
When Queen Mirana had shown her the grand library at Castle Marmoreal, Alice had been suitably impressed. It was the Queen’s suggestion that Alice utilize it to help familiarize herself with her new home.
Of course, she probably should have asked the Queen for some suggestions of titles to start with. As it was she was at a loss as to where to begin. So, being one who prided herself on not being easily intimidated, least of all by several roomfuls of books, she plucked one a random off the shelves and began reading.
Several hours later she emerged from the library, glassy eyed and thoroughly out of sorts, having quite underestimated Underland’s capacity for the nonsensical. She straightaway went to seek out the Hatter to put to him the question that was foremost in her mind at present.
What the hell was a Boojum?
Prompt: Simple Things
Alice Kingsleigh used to love horseback riding. Few things she had found equaled the thrill she received from sitting astride a horse as it ran at a full clip. Sometimes, if they were going fast enough, she could almost imagine she was flying. The fact that she was flouting convention by refusing to ride sidesaddle, thereby scandalizing her long-suffering mother was an added bonus.
Her memories of horseback riding, however, paled in comparison to the exhilaration of racing through the woods on back of a bandersnatch. Something about having several tons of furry beast with gnashing teeth and claws at her command gave her a thrill that she was hard put-upon to find an equal to.
Today she was going further afield than usual. For today was not the aimless jaunt she usually indulged in. Today she had a very specific itinerary.
She started at the house of the Hare, even more dilapidated than when she had last seen it, abandoned by Hare, Hatter and Dormouse in favor of their new lodgings at the Palace at Marmoreal. She smiled as she gazed upon the tong table and chairs, still set for the endless tea party that was never going to resume.
It was here that I met him for the first time, she thought to herself wistfully. Back when I was little more than an anklebiter. And it was there she met him again as a woman grown. And then shrunk and stuffed in a teapot, she thought with a chuckle.
She nudged her bandersnatch with her heels and he took off at a leisurely trot. It was through here I traveled atop his hat. ”Anyone can travel by horse or rail,” he had told her. “But the best way to travel is by hat.”
She started to smile at the memory, but stopped when she realized they had come to the site of the tragedy of Horunvendush day. She slowed the bandersnatch to a walk. My poor Tarrant, she thought to herself, her heart hurting for his misfortune and for the obliteration of his family. How alone you must have felt. She knew he still had nightmares of that day.
She nudged the bandersnatch on till they came to the banks of the river were the Hatter had been captured by the Red Queen’s soldiers. Here was the river over which he had tossed his hat, Alice and all, in a desperate attempt to save her, and in the process sacrificed himself. My dear Tarrant. You were so brave. You gave me the courage to go on myself.
She gave her bandersnatch a hard nudge with her heels and he bounded over the river in a single leap, continuing until Alice could make out the distant outline of Salazen Grum. It was there that she had made her bid to rescue the Hatter and failed. It was there that Tarrant had been tortured and nearly executed, saved only by the intervention of the Cheshire Cat. Even this far from the castle of the Former Red Queen, the sight of the place turned her stomach.
She turned the bandersnatch back East. She had one more place to visit on the way back to Marmoreal.
The Tulgey wood, with its giant chessboard and stairs going to nowhere looked the same as on the day she defeated the Jabberwocky. If she tried hard enough she could imagine it all over again. Her wearing that dreadfully uncomfortable silver armor, wielding to Vorpal sword as Tarrant and the rest of the forces of the White Queen clashed arms with the forces of the Red. You saved my life here too, didn’t you, Tarrant? Alice remembered how he had stabbed the tail of the Jabberwocky to buy her valuable time. If you hadn’t done that it probably would have been the end of me right there
After one last look, she urged the bandersnatch home towards Marmoreal. She loitered for a moment on the bridge that led up to the castle proper. This is where we met on the day before the Frabjous Day. The day she came to know that Tarrant was still alive, not beheaded by the Red Queen as she had thought. She remembered her relief and joy at seeing him, and his joy at seeing her. She remembered his happiness at finding her restored to “a right-proper Alice size.” She laughed to herself at the happy memory.
“Alice!”
McTwisp was rushing down the path from Marmoreal like someone had set his rabbit tail on fire.
“Alice! You are late! So very late, it’s nearly noon!”
“I’m sorry,” she called down to him, “I had a few things I needed to take care of.”
“A few things indeed!” the hysterical rabbit cried in despair. “What could you possibly need to take care of on your wedding day other than your wedding?? Goodness me, you should be in your dress by now and here you are on the back of a bandersnatch! Everything is waiting on you, so do come immediately!” The neurotic white rabbit raced back towards the palace, muttering something about women and proper time management.
Her wedding day. The thought of it sent a thrill up Alice’s spine. She urged the bandersnatch on to the palace with all speed. Now that she had bid farewell to her past, it was time to meet her future.
Prompt: Boat
Tarrant was no stranger to nightmares. Having witnessed the destruction of his clan at the hands of the Bloody Red Queen and having been subjected to torture by her minions, he had his share of nocturnal demons.
But this one was different.
He was at a busy seaport, standing on the docks, the hustle and bustle and crush of people was nearly overwhelming. He made his way down the pier, following the flow of humanity. After all, he had nowhere to go, had never even seen this place before. Had never seen the likes of it in all of Underland.
Many of the ships had seen better days; crusted with barnacles and sporting tattered sails. One among them, however, was so pristine in condition as to look nearly new.
He caught sight of a familiar halo of blond curls. Waving a frantic goodbye from the bow of that particular ship was Alice.
He tried to call out to her, but he found his voice wouldn’t work. Where was she going? Deep in his heart of hearts he felt with a certainty that she was going far away and for a long time, perhaps never to return. He tried again to call her back, but again his voice failed him.
He began running down the docks, pushing his way through the crush of people, desperate to get to her, but he could see that he was already too late. The ship had unmoored and was disembarking for parts unknown, taking part of his soul with it.
He stood there on the docks, watching, his heart in his throat, until the ship, and Alice with it, disappeared into the horizon.
He awoke with a gasp and a start, crying out so loudly he awakened his sleepy eyed wife, who was asking him what on earth the matter was.
Wordlessly and mindlessly he sought out her lips with his own, his hands snaking under her nightdress, making her gasp in surprise. And when his hands found the most sensitive parts of her she mewled with pleasure. Finding her ready he guided her atop him and buried himself inside her in a single thrust. His mind chanting with every upward gyration mine…mine…mine….
She came quickly, with a plaintive cry and a shudder she collapsed atop him. Half a dozen more thrusts saw his own completion, and he emptied himself inside her with a shout, buried in her to the hilt and holding her so tightly it was like he was trying to fuse them together into one being.
Alice managed to shift in his grasp so she was curled against his side, one leg still thrown unashamedly across his own. She placed a tender kiss to his jaw. “Not that I’m complaining at all, mind you,” she murmured contentedly, “but what was that about?”
Tarrant, in his mind’s eye seeing her waving goodbye from a ship bound for who-knows-where, never to return, held his wife with all the desperation he could muster.
“Never leave me.”
Prompt: Music
The first gift she ever received from the hatter had been her dress. She really had become quite fond of that dress, and thought it quite a shame that it was ruined on account of too much upelkutchen.
The second gift she received from him had been just as lovely.
He presented her with the bouquet of blue bellflowers with all the trepidation of a boy presenting a gift to his first sweetheart.
The flowers were beautiful, and let out lovely, musical bell-tones when Alice tapped the blossoms.
Her face lit up with wonder at the gift, and at seeing Alice’s joy, the Hatter’s own face split into a wide grin.
“Oh, Tarrant, they’re beautiful, but where on earth did you get them,” Alice asked.
“From the gardens, of course”
“But how did you get them?” The flowers in the royal garden were notoriously snooty, and would never deign to lower themselves to be part of a lowly bouquet. Alice knew because she’d tried before.
The Hatter leaned into her conspiratorially and whispered in a slightly naughty voice, “My dear, didn’t I ever tell you, I’m nearly as quick with a pair of pruning shears as I am with a needle and thread.”
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All of these were wonderful, beautifully descriptive and with just the right hint of melancholy and darkness. Thank you ♥
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absolutely adored the heart-wrenchingness of the boat prompt, as well as the sweet fluff of the simple things prompt.
thanks so much for sharing! :)
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That line had me chuckling to myself. Love the idea of the Queen as matchmaker too, seems to really fit her personality. And the library that sends Alice's head spinning. And her being late to her own wedding, I wasn't even suspecting that was what was happening! I was so caught up in your words. great series!
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thank you
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Very well done.