Ok. This is in response to TWO requests from the 2010_Alice_Kink meme. One had to do with a little self pleasure on the Hatters part, the other about his hands – Mmmm – and both wanted kink in his workshop but I modified when it takes place. The switch makes sense in my mind because a) there was a lot of emotion from the balcony scene in the movie to the battleground that just needed to be explored and b) Because it's my MIND all-righty?
Short first chapter but no worries...
Everyone nice and comfy? Good, then we can begin.
Twitch
Rating: M – did you have any doubts?
Characters/Parings: Alice/Tarrant
Chapters: 1/? (Probably 3)
Summary: Missing scene from movie. After the Balcony/Before the Battle.
He couldn't just be something that had been dreamed up. How could he be? Tarrant stood in an off white room in Marmoreal. He had been escorted there by the Queen herself and was told that, should he choose, she would very much like a new hat to ride into battle with tomorrow, being the Frabjous day and all. His fingers, bandaged and orange tinted twitched at the thought of working on a new hat. But if he was just a dream, would it matter at all?
Sighing heavily, the Hatter shrugged out of his coat and moved sluggishly over to the workbench that had been arranged with all sorts of shiny new tools of his craft. Perhaps left in the castle from before, when his clan had been employed at court. Tarrant's eyes misted over slightly and he tried to focus on the present, pushing his melancholy memories aside for the time being. If he made the Queen her hat perhaps all this dream business would fade away too.
Grabbing a bolt of silky white fabric, he set about his work. The pads of his fingers were rough against the fine fabric. He mourned the state of his nails, all dirty and ragged. How would they be able to work their way through Alice's silky locks if they were…He paused and stood back from the workbench.
"Alice's…" Tarrant muttered and shook his head vigorously. Where ever that thought had come from he wanted to make sure to shake it back to that tucked away spot. Sure she was lovely and now that she was the proper-Alice size she was all huggabley proportioned. His fingers twitched of their own accord as he thought more on her proper-Alice form before pushing the path aside and stepping forward to the workbench once more, eager to return to the Hat making path, the right one to be on and not the wrong one that made him think of very inappropriate ways to make Alice happy and prove once and for all he was no dream…
"HAT!" Tarrant screamed out, scrunching his eyes shut, trying to drown out the thoughts that didn't seem to want to leave.