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hey i love you
i mean, we're married so i hope so!
#i love you too#more than anything in the world <3#redheart#FLORENCE TAG.#SAVE TAG.#i almost answered this in character but idk if i have the mental strength to write tonight fjshdfdsfs
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just in case there’s any confusion, even though mat is the son of a di.sney character, he is not, in any way shape or form, affiliated with the de.scendants fandom thank you!
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WE FOUND WONDERLAND, YOU AND I GOT LOST IN IT
independent, private and extremely selective MAT HATTER, an original character from the WONDERLAND universe. son of the mad hatter. headcanon based with mixed media influences. WRITTEN BY KT (she/her, twenty seven, est) DOC.
MINORS DO NOT FOLLOW OR INTERACT.
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isleheart:
there’s worry playing with her features, an emotion most commonly reserved only for him. his smile was enough of an indication that nothing was severely wrong, yet her frown remained. her head tilts slightly, hazel hues following his hand as he touches the gauze. then, she allows him to lift her own hand, even more confusion settling in. ❝ okay? it better not be anything bad. ❞ the kiss to her palm has her sink into his touch momentarily, before she is pulled back to the thing that had her so worried in the first place. her fingers hover over his cheek, her bottom lip disappearing between her teeth as she slowly but carefully begins to loosen the tape. bit by bit the mark is revealed ⅋ the moment it comes completely into view, a sharp breath is taken. her wide eyes lock onto the black heart, perfectly matching her own beauty mark. there’s a flower garden sprouting in her heart. ❝ … mat. baby. you did this for me? ❞ she slowly traces the outline with her fingers. she moves her gaze back to his, pure love directed back at him. her hand flattens against his cheek, before she moves forwards ⅋ molds her lips with his to convey what her words could not.
if it WAS something bad, he would have done a better job of hiding it from her until it was absolutely necessary to let her see the damage. he hated worrying her. usually. it was kind of adorable seeing how worried she got now, but that was only because there was no real danger. she had seen him at his WORST. this was just . . . typical mat. he kept his eyes on her, briefly moving to watch teeth catch her ruby red lip before tracing up her face, pausing on the birthmark ( his smirk grew ) before moving to locking onto her eyes ————— always her most expressive feature. he saw it . . . the exact moment she realized what she was looking at, and the smile on his lips grew, and grew, and GREW. “no, baby. i did it for me.” he barely got the words out before his lips were captured in the kiss he was anticipating but not ready for. there was so much passion and love and warmth in that kiss that the smile faded from his lips and he focused entirely on his entire world he was holding in his hands . . . literally as he bent his knees to grip her thighs so he could pick her up. “i love you,” he mumbled into the kiss.
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isleheart:
christmas had never been a holiday worth celebrating. a life on the isle did rarely permit such leisure. in auradon it was different. she had been filled in on all the festivities that came with the holiday ⅋ she could positively say that it was now one of her favorite times of the year. not only had she been spoiled rotten by her boyfriend, but she also got to spend the entire day with him. while the holiday had passed, the gifts continued. ——— while mat went out, she had tried to keep herself busy, but it had proved fruitless. eventually, she decided to put on one of the new dresses she had been given by him : beautifully made, red lace edging the hem. her new heels, the heart shaped necklace ⅋ of course, a lingerie set to match were also quickly put on. still, it seemed like forever until the other returned. the moment he walked in, a smile curved ruby painted lips. no matter how much time had passed, her heart continued to beat faster every time she saw him. hazel hues immediately zero in on the gauze taped to his face, but before she can question it he scoops her up into his arms ⅋ a giggle escapes her as she’s twirled around, the skirt of her dress flowing around her. the moment he puts her down, she pushes herself off of him slightly, her hands still pressed against his chest. her lashes flutter as she looks at him with a soft frown. ❝ wait. what happened to your face? ❞
he couldn’t take her with him. she would have talked him out of it, maybe talked him into getting something else. maybe they would have finally gotten the matching his and hers tattoos they had been talking about getting forever. that was kind of what mat had gotten though. a heart tattoo drawn to exactly match the birth mark on her cheek. same size, same shape, same placement. the corners of her lips turned down just as the corners of his lips turned up. he was trying not to laugh at her reaction. she was always so attentive, so caring, so SWEET. she noticed things about mat before he noticed them himself. she knew him better than he knew himself . . . and he liked to think he knew her better than she knew herself too. they were soulmates with a red string connecting their hearts together. when one hurt, the other could feel it, so she had to know that he was physically fine. “oh, THIS?” he teased, lifting a hand to touch the gauze. “just a little scratch. see for yourself,” he encouraged, lowering his hand to grab one of hers and bring it up to his face. he pressed an open mouthed kiss to her palm before moving it over the bandage. “take it off,” he whispered, holding her gaze with his own.
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@isleheart gets a belated christmas starter ♡
the heart shaped ruby necklace had been one of many gifts mat showered his girlfriend with. there were three new lingerie sets ( he called in a favor with EVIE GRIMHILDE in exchange for a custom pirate’s hat ), a few new dresses and a new pair of heels to go with them, heartshaped sunglasses as a gag gift ( that he knew she would love anyway ), a dozen roses cut from the gardens in wonderland, and a single foil wrapped chocolate from the tea shop ( that he knew was her favourite ) . . . and now, a one inch squared piece of gauze taped just under his eye, on his cheek. the last present. “there you are,” he greeted like he hadn’t seen her in days instead of just the few hours they were apart. tossing his hat to the side, he scooped his girl up in his arms and twirled her around, burying his face in her neck to hide the gift for a few more seconds.
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mat was five seconds away from picking his girlfriend up and tossing her over his shoulder so he could take her somewhere private to show her just how much he appreciated her dress when cold metal encircled his wrist. “hey BABE,” he replied instead of acknowledging that colin was referring to ruby as ‘love.’ he tugged on his wrist, then lifted both their hands as he turned ( as much as he could comfortably manage ) toward colin fucking barclay. “what. the. FUCK.” he bit out through clenched teeth, seething more with each word. “you’re fucking hilarious, sweetheart. give me the fucking key,” he demanded, holding out an open palm.
GOTNERVED EVENT / DARE [ $𝟹𝟶𝟶 ] : for at least six hours handcuff yourself to @mathatter.
the dare wasn’t a surprise. the ones paying even the slightest bit of attention knowing of his distaste for the son of the mad hatter. a singular girl held their hearts gripped tight in her hands and the horned prince had never been the type to back down from a fight, no matter if others thought him to be on the losing side. this is why he didn’t flinch when he got the message, immediately calculating the most efficient way to get this done. that led him here, surrounded by people who ducked away from the sight of him. his undivided attention, though, was fully focused on the male talking to his ex girlfriend. within a blink, he was next to him, cold metal clicking around the other’s wrist, a tight grin curving his cheeks. ❝ ——— hey, love. ❞ the words were directed towards the girl, ignoring the stare directed at him for an electrified moment, before slowly turning, the handcuffs digging into their skin. ❝ hatter. seems you’re stuck with me. ❞
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“Well that went better than I thought it would.”
“Can you leave now?”
“I thought you’d be gone by now?”
“… We didn’t, did we?!”
“Yikes, this is awkward.”
“Morning.”
“What time is it?”
“Don’t you have work?”
“Don’t you have class?”
“Hungry?”
“What the fuck is that?”
“Don’t you have somewhere to be? That isn’t here?”
“Who are you?”
“Is now a bad time to ask your name?”
“Did we at least use a condom?”
“That’s kind of something you’re suppose to tell someone before you have sex with them.”
“Can you uncuff me?”
“I think we’re snowed in.”
“That’s not usually how this goes.”
“You talk a lot in your sleep.”
“Is that chocolate?”
“I didn’t snore, did I?”
“Don’t forget this. I don’t need a memento.”
“So… I have something to tell you.”
“Round two?”
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isleheart:
they fought about a lot of things. mostly, the fights were of her own making. minor annoyances turned into judging words. these instances were often resolved quickly, no major damage done. some topics brought bigger heartaches though. his business partner being one of them. she didn’t have an issue with his choice of profession, not really. without the other girl in his life, she would’ve probably kept her mouth shut. now, there was a jealousy so sharp, it frequently got her into trouble. she didn’t want to think about it, not when his hand slips under her shirt ⅋ her nerve endings are set aflame. his words barely register as she nuzzles her face in the crook of his neck, letting her breath fan out over his skin. once they do, she pulls back, a slight blush blooming on her cheeks. she’d been wearing it before their fight. she hadn’t had the heart to take it off, his scent still lingering on the fabric. the expression on his face almost made her whine, noticing the exhaustion. she had caused this. somehow, no matter what she did, she was always hurting him. ——— he flips her around gently ⅋ the request that is mumbled against her lips is quickly granted. ❝ i love you, baby. so much. ❞ no matter what he asked of her now, she would give it. he deserved it all. the words are whimpered into his mouth, legs wrapping tightly around his waist. her tongue sweeps along the roof of his mouth, chest arching up against him as she chases his warmth. ❝ every part of me belongs to you. i’m yours, matty. forever. ❞ her hands tangle in his hair.
he wanted to repeat the words like a mantra. ‘say it again. say it again. i love you. say it again.’ he could never get enough of just hearing her say those three words, but oh, in the ways she showed him how much she loved him. he never should have doubted her love. he didn’t doubt it, he just needed to hear her say it, or at least read it in a damn text and she couldn’t even do that. she held his heart in the palm of her hand, and sometimes she squeezed it a little too tight. they fought a little too much. they loved a little too deeply. it wasn’t healthy, and they both knew it, they just didn’t care. they just wanted each other. mat wanted to be selfish. he wanted all of ruby forever. he swallowed her whimpers as he kissed her back. “— and i’m yours,” he mumbled between kisses, hand gripping her hip as he ground his body against hers. he wanted to feel her everywhere. he wanted to kiss her everywhere, claim her everywhere . . . but he was tired and he knew she was too. their kisses were desperate but lazy. so he broke the kiss but pressed his forehead against hers, just staring down at her ( the most beautiful woman in the whole damn world ) as he caught his breath. “you’re beautiful. i love you. i’m yours. always,” he reminded her, ducking down to kiss the corner of her mouth before settling on the bed next to her, pulling her body against his. “sleep, my love. i’m not going anywhere,” he promised, twirling a strand of hair around his finger.
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Sabrina, I begged you not to do it.
I couldn’t let my legacy be the destruction of the world.
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EDITS ————- RUBY'S VISAGE * 4 / ? .
* MUTUALS MAY REBLOG . personals don’t interact .
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——— WHO DARES TO 𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚃, WITH 𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐑 PAINT, THE ROYAL 𝔽𝕃𝕆𝕎𝔼ℝ 𝔹𝔼𝔻 ?
mutually exclusive + highly selective descendants original character : 𝘿𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝙊𝙁 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙎.
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regarding wonderland, as far as i’m concerned, it’s a very difficult place to access. typically, without the assistance of the white rabbit, you don’t find wonderland ; it finds you. the rabbit hole is one of the few known ways of getting to wonderland, but the issue is that it is forever moving, never staying in one place for too long. you can stumble on it by mistake, or again, you can request the assistance of the white rabbit, if you can find him. this is the reason why alice is such a celebrated figure in auradon ; she has been to wonderland not once, but a number of times, and has managed to escape just as many also. few others manage to get there at all, and as a result, it is a place of mystery for the people of auradon, and its tales the stuff of folklore.
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isleheart:
it was she who had said the words first, in the beginning. the proclamation tumbling out of her mouth in a heated moment. he was the one who always said it first after that. not saying it back was like a punch to the chest, like losing a limb ⅋ losing your heart. not just for him, but for her too. her entire future was blank without him. he was in every vision, every milestone. losing him would quite literally mean losing herself. ——— there’s no complaints leaving her mouth as he pulls her into his lap, relishing in the contact between their bodies. he was so close, every inch of him pressed against her, their breaths intermingling. it still wasn’t enough. her arms were now looped behind his neck, eyes half closed as the words she had asked for finally reached her. before she could reply, his lips found hers, before continuing their path along her skin. with every declaration, her body relaxed, the ache in her chest lessened. she was still hurt ⅋ still angry, but those were afterthoughts now. it was just them. just the puzzle pieces of their hearts fitting together. —— she wants to do this right, so when he finally slows down his assault, she moves to take his face in her hands. their eyes lock. a shuddering breath is taken before she speaks. ❝ i love you. more than anything in the world. ❞ there is no apology. she had never been good at them. what she can do is show him, so that’s what she does. she lunges forward, pressing her lips to his fervently. he tastes like copper ⅋ it only results in her kissing him harder.
three words and he felt like the weight of the entire world was lifted of his shoulders. he knew that. he knew that she loved him, knew that she would always love him . . . but there was that little voice in the back of his head always reminding him that he would never be good enough for her. she was a princess, he a . . . hat maker? a barista? a drug dealer. that’s what he was, and what set his job apart from his father. that was the root of all their problems, his choice in career . . . or moreso, his business partner. he didn’t choose aklla, wouldn’t choose her in a million years. she just kind of . . . fell down the rabbit hole into his lap, presenting an offer he couldn’t refuse. if he didn’t work with the isle’s main supplier, then he was working against her and there were no rules on the isle. his business would suffer. working with aklla was a means to an end. he just hoped that end wouldn’t be his relationship with ruby. he moaned into the kiss, rocking her body against his, trying to pull her closer, closer, closer. his arm around her waist dipped under her shirt, and he pulled back when he realized how familiar the fabric was. it wasn’t hers, it was his. even bunched around her waist, she was still swimming in the shirt. he smiled, but it didn’t reach his tired eyes. “nice shirt,” he said, hand moving up her back, under the shirt to feel the warmth of her skin as he went in for another kiss. he used that arm to hold her close as he lifted her up and laid her down on the bed, never breaking the kiss. “say it again,” he mumbled against her lips, lowering his body on top of hers.
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josiae:
“ this is the salvatore school for the young and gifted. mystic falls, virginia. do you need help getting somewhere or do you need to call someone ? ”
“the kingdom of mystic falls,” he replied, glancing around again. “never heard of it.” turning back to her, mat shoved his hands in his pockets and tilted his chin up. “nope,” he replied, popping the ‘p.’ “unless . . . you haven’t seen a white rabbit around here anywhere, have you?”
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