wonderland ouat

Imagine inviting Jefferson to a picnic in the park. You thought it’d be a great place for your kids to get to know each other while you try to learn more about Jefferson. After several dates, he’s still so shy with you, it’s hard to tell what he’s thinking. But just when you think he’s losing interest, he’ll lean over and whisper something sweet in your ear. It’s always just before you part ways, leaving you with a warm, tender feeling in your heart until you see him again.


You shot up in bed at the sound of breaking glass and a scream. You felt for your husband beside you but he was not there and you knew what was happening. “Jeff!” you called. “Jefferson!” 

No answer. 

You walked down twisting halls and into the living room where Jefferson sat in the floor in front of the couch with his head in his hands and his elbows on his knees, sniffling, tears dripping from his tired eyes. “Jeff…” you put your hand on his shoulder crouching in front of him. 

“It’s real, Y/N.” he told you, looking up at you with watery eyes. “It’s real, I know it is. I see all of us every time I close my eyes. It’s like it’s taunting me, dangling it in front of my face.” he cried. 

“I know, babe.” you sighed, sitting in the floor beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. He’d been having dreams for months about this alternate universe in which he was the Mad Hatter and you were Alice, you had a daughter together. It tore him apart. You found it hard to believe in what he told you but something told you he was telling the truth. Not even a mad man could make up the stories Jefferson told you. You knew him, he wasn’t making it up. 

“I’m crazy, Y/N.” he said pitifully. “I’m crazy.” 

“Jefferson,” you held his face in your hands. “You aren’t crazy.” you told him sincerely. “I believe you.” you whispered to him. “I believe you.” 

“You believe me?” he asked and started to sob harder as you nodded your head. You hugged him close and kissed his head, closing your eyes as you let you husband cry on your shoulder. 


Warning/s: Gore? Psycho reader? Idk? 


Y/N, the queen of Wonderland, was outside her castle painting every white rose, bloody red. Literally BLOODY red. She was recently proclaimed the Queen of Wonderland after she violently killed the previous Queen along with her good friend, the mad hatter. She cut off the Queen’s foot, shoved it in her mouth, cut off her five fingers and shoved two of it up her nostrils and made her choke to death. She finds it entertaining and amusing to kill someone in a creative way. She’s clearly mad. That’s why she gets along with the mad hatter and is strangely perfect for the title “Queen of Wonderland”. Although she was quite young to be a Queen, no one dared to go against her knowing how she can easily kill you in a very ‘unique’ way.

“Jefferson!” Y/N called.

“Yes milady?” the mad hatter asked.

“I need more blood.” Y/N pointed at the empty, blood stained bucket.

The mad hatter smirked and nodded, leaving to get more blood.

Y/N hummed and walked over to her pet wolfdog.

“Hey there buddy.” Y/N patted her pet.

“You hungry?” she asked the wild animal.

Y/N has a soft spot for anyone who can relate to her or anyone who she sees herself in. In other words, her fellow psychopaths and this dog.

While Y/N was feeding her dog, a puff of smoke appeared in front of the castle. It was a boy who looks like he’s about Y/N’s age. The boy looked around the place, seeing as if everything changed from the last time he was there. When he spotted the girl kneeling in front of an enormous dog, he raised an eyebrow and approached her.

“I’m guessing you’re new here? I’ve never seen your face here before.” The boy asked Y/N.

Y/N looked up to see an attractive teenage boy. Y/N smirked and looked back down to her dog.

“Yeah.. You could say that” Y/N chuckled darkly.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your name?” Y/N asked the boy.

“Peter Pan, King of Neverland.” Peter bowed, took Y/N’s hand and kissed it.

Y/N face lit up and formed a wide grin.

“And may I ask who the pretty lady in front of me is?” Peter flirted.

Y/N stood up and smiled

“Y/N, Queen of Wonderland.”

Peter had a shocked and confused face.

“What happened to the previous one?” Peter asked.

“Killed her.” Y/N laughed.

Peter gave an amused look.

Jefferson came back with a bucket filled with blood.

“Here’s the blood you asked for, Y/N.” Jefferson set the bucket near the roses.

“What’s that for?” Peter asked.

“Well for painting these roses of course.” Y/N said in a ‘duh’ tone.

Peter nodded in response.

Peter was starting to think this girl is mad and somehow, he likes it.

“So what brings you here, Peter?” Y/N asked.

“I was suppose to talk about ‘business’ with the Queen but I guess I can’t, considering you killed her.” Peter chuckled.

“What business?” Y/N asked, interested.

“It’s nothing now. It seems like I have other plans now.” Peter smirked at Y/N.

“Yeah? And what’s that?” Y/N asked.

“You.” Peter stated in all seriousness.

Y/N started laughing hysterically, Jefferson joining her.

“You think you can overpower me?” Y/N said, suddenly with a sinister voice.

Y/N laughed again, seeing Peter’s frightened reaction.

“I was kidding, mate. You should’ve seen your face.”

Peter’s face turned to his normal smugness and quietly said

“You’re crazy.”

Y/N stopped laughing. Jefferson’s eyes widen. No one ever dared to call Y/N mad, crazy or a psycho.

Y/N slowly walked over to Peter. Peter stood still, slightly frightened to what Y/N would do.

“The best people are.” Y/N smiled genuinely at Peter.

Peter sighed in relief and Jefferson stood in the corner looking so confused.

Peter tilted his head and studied Y/N’s appearance.

“I like you.” Peter said.

Y/N smirked and said

“I like you too. What do say about being the King of Wonderland?” Y/N offered.

“As long as you become the Queen of Neverland.” Peter said.


Days, months, years passed. Peter and Y/N ruled both Neverland and Wonderland, the lost boys coming to Wonderland from time to time to explore and play.

Peter loved how crazy Y/N was that it made HIM crazy.

not literally.

I don’t see Peter being king of Wonderland but I tried. This is my first requested imagine. Thanks for the request anon :))

Requests are OPEN


Imagine you are the Cheshire Cat (female pronouns) and find Henry lost in Wonderland. You help him, as you find him cute…

Henry stumbled over yet another log. He didn’t know how he gotten there but he had and now he was stuck. He had thought Neverland was bad, but now he prayed for the place. For this was Wonderland. And anything could happen there.

He rubbed at his forehead, ignoring the fact he just smeared more dirt all over him. He had gone to sleep in his bed but woke on the woodland floors of Wonderland’s Dark Forest. Everything was strange and twisted there. The trees were a dark inky black and if one didn’t like the look of you it might lift its roots just to trip you. The animals never came out of hiding, always stayed a few paces behind the boy, stalking him, hunting him. They all had wide, bright eyes that followed him no matter which way he turned. Even the flowers were against him, they hissed when he got too close and a few had tried biting at his shins.

He flopped down on the ground, having tripped once again. That was it. He had had enough. No more wandering aimlessly. If help was going to come, he might as well just sit and wait for it. And it not-

Just as the mere thought crossed his mind he heard a forced cough just above him. He looked up slowly, frowning. When he noticed he had company he jumped to his feet, raising his fists so he was ready for a fight if it came to it. He didn’t trust anything that lived in those woods, not even the young girl resting on the tree branch right in front of him.

She was stretched out lazily in a very feline position, on her back with knees up, hands resting on her chest.

“Are you lost, Henry? Or just tired?” she asked, her large (Y/ec) eyes making him shiver.

“Neither I’m just-“he stopped, his heart leaping in his chest “Wait, how do you know my name?”

“You didn’t mention it?” she sat up, tilting her head to the side.

Henry shook his head quickly, shuffling back a few paces when a wide grin spread across her face. It was a mad grin, as mad as the forest he was trapped in.

“Oh yes, so you didn’t” she giggled, leaping down from her tree branch. He was almost shocked by how expertly she landed, knees bent slightly, hands raised to the sky. But this was Wonderland, and as said before, anything goes.

“Well if you aren’t tired or lost, why are you here?” she asked, brushing any leaves off her short skirt.

“What do you mean?”

“Only the lonely come to this part of the forest” she whispered, suddenly right in front of him, reaching out to stroke the boy’s cheek “Are you like me then? Lonely”

“I-um” he didn’t answer, staring in shock as a thin tail wrapped itself round his leg “Who are you?”

“I’m (Y/n), but most here call me Puss for obvious reasons” (Y/n) purred, her head twitching to the side at the sound of a bird.

“You’re the Cheshire Cat” he mumbled, raising an eyebrow.

“I suppose so, is that what your story books call me?”


“Oh how wonderful, I do like that name. Suits me very well, wouldn’t you agree”

He was about to answer her when the bushes behind them rustles. A low growl echoed around the trees and (Y/n) stiffened, her tail bristling.

“We must move swiftly. It isn’t safe here anymore in Wonderland” she explained “I think that’s why you’re here Henry. You’re meant to help us”


“hush now. We must  get going. Stay close to me and we might just survive”


Things I will never forgive OUAT for:

1. Milah’s treatment. I don’t think anything else needs to be said.

2. Emma (and to a lesser degree Snow) never finding out what happened to Graham.

3. Genie/Sidney never being freed.

4. Belle going back to Rumple and that being considered a ‘happily ever after’

5. ‘Forgetting’ about Anastasia, and just the spin off in general, especially after Will came back. Also, recasting Jafar rather than waiting for Naveen. Like I want to make it very clear that I mean no disrespect for Jafar’s new actor there. He did a great job. I just personally hate recasts.

Who is Lucy’s mother?

Alice and Cyrus’s daughter?

Lancelot and Guinevere’s future daughter?

Sidney Glass’s daughter?

Phoebus and Esmeralda’s daughter?

Milo and Kida’s daughter?

Tiana and Naveen’s daughter?

Aladdin and Jasmine’s future daughter?

Ursula (Goddess or mortal)?


Tiger Lily?

A relative of Tamara?

Cinderella’s fairy godmother reborn?

A relative of Gus?





Descendant of Kuzco?

Jafar’s bastard?

A relative of the Tin Woodsmen?

I love how there is a whole mythology behind Alice in Wonderland that is completely independent of the actual Alice stories.
Usually it centers on the Mad Hatter as a central, occasionally romantic, figure, and the Queen of Hearts as a straightforwardly villainous figure, often bypassing the chess stories in favor of the card ones. Some tie in both Wonderland and Through the Looking - glass. Some remove the Hare from the story of the Hatter, some ignore the Knights, most ignore the bread-and-butterflies.
I just think it’s so interesting that these stories have become so iconic that the characters don’t even need Alice to be recognizable.
Tl:dr: Lewis Carroll created amazing worlds how cool