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Summary: What if Kairi and Sora weren't separated during the night of the storm? What if Sora and Kairi were together? (My own version of KH1!)
Artwork: By Hollypolllyy
https://www.deviantart.com/holleysart
One: A Raft to Build
(Kairi's POV)
The typical salty breeze was stronger today than it has been all week. Definitely not the best weather for building a raft, but we would have to make the best of it. Winds like these often indicate storms, and sailing in a storm is foolish and dangerous. However Sora, Riku, and I have been dreaming for years to see other worlds that, so they say, are forbidden to travel to. As we are considered “outsiders” to those other worlds.
We would be breaking rules and risking our lives of course, but the three of us were restless teenagers aching for adventure. I haven’t been to my actual home world since I was a little girl. Every night I dream of wandering these beautiful big gardens full of flowers, all different colors and types. My world is out there, I just know it.
“Kairi? Will you please wake up your boyfriend so he can help us finish this raft?” Riku asks me, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he ties the ropes securely to the sail. His long white hair was blowing wildly from the breeze, more so than mine since it was much longer.
“It would be my pleasure!” I reply, giving a playful salute. “I also have an extra hair tie if you need one!”
Before he could yell and throw sand at me, I dash off towards the shore, not even trying to contain my laughter. The wind pushed at me with a force strong enough to blow me away! The tide has gotten at least a foot closer to the shore since I last checked. It would be shocking if there were no storm tonight.
I slowed my steps as I came upon my boyfriend’s sleeping body. He was sprawled out on his back, his chest rising and falling with each breath. I swear he could fall asleep anywhere!
I lean down to get a better look, placing my hands on my knees. My crimson bangs fall over my eyes, tangling with my lashes. I was now only inches from Sora’s face. As if on cue, his eyes snapped open the moment I leaned closer. He springs up to a sitting position, nearly head butting me.
I start to giggle.
“Whoa! Give me a break, Kairi!” he sighs.
“Oh Sora, I knew I’d find you snoozing down here.” I coo, reaching out to tousle one of his chestnut colored spikes.
A cheeky grin stretched across his face before he grabs at my hand that was in his spikes to pull me in his lap.
“I had the strangest dream!” he exclaimed, his azure blue eyes going wide. They had a slight gleam of terror to them.
“Oh, really?” I tease.
“REALLY!” He nearly shouts. “There was this strange voice talking to me about…choosing my path…there was a path of the warrior, the path of the guardian, and the path of the-”
“Wait!” I cut him off, pressing a finger to his lips gently. “I had a dream similar to that.”
Sora rolls his eyes impatiently at me. “Uh huh, sure.”
He probably thought I was teasing him, but I wasn’t. I meant what I said.
“I’m serious, Sora. Last night I was dreaming about some voice rambling on about the closer I get to the light the greater my shadow becomes..It was kind of creepy…”
Sora’s eyes grew wide as plates. “Yeah! And were you in this dark place? Standing on a bunch of stained glass platforms?”
I nod slowly. “Yeah…and each one resembled a different princess…”
“Weird…” We speak together in unison.
We were silent for a moment, just sitting together in front of the waves as they continuously crashed against the shore.
“What was that place? So bizarre…” Sora murmurs, his lips at my ear.
“Do you think….it was some kind of red herring?” I suggest.
“What do you mean?” Sora looks puzzled.
“I mean…maybe it’s a message. If we both had a dream about a similar place in less than twenty four hours!” I explain. “That has to mean something, right?”
“Who knows.” Sora shrugs. “It was creepy though ... say, Kairi. What was your hometown like? Before you grew up?”
I sigh as I tuck a few of his spikes behind his ear. “I’ve told you before, silly. I don’t remember.”
“Nothing at all?”
“Nothing…it’s like my memory has been wiped clean…except…there is this one thing.” I sigh. “This one memory I have of my grandma-”
“Hey!”
We both turn to look up at Riku.
“Aren’t you guys forgetting about me? So, I guess I’m the only one working on the raft.” He then looks at me. “And you! You’re just as lazy as he is!”
I giggle. “So you noticed that we are just perfect together?”
This makes Riku roll his eyes.
“I swear, if you two do any of that lovey dovey stuff when we’re out at sea, I’m jumping off the raft and swimming to the other worlds myself!”
Sora grins. “Fine by me!”
A muscle under Riku’s eye ticked. “Why you-”
I’m smart enough to jump out of Sora’s lap in time as Riku lunges at him. Sora dodges, rolling toward his left before Riku could tackle him. He lands in the spot Sora once was, face first in the sand. All it took was Sora and I to look at each other before we both started laughing.
“Alright…” Riku spits out a mouthful of sand, “You two have three seconds to run.”
I squeal as I sprint off toward the race area, Sora right behind me with Riku at our heels.
(Sora’s POV)
Riku chased Kairi and I all the way to the race area. We call it “The race area” because this is where Riku and I usually race. Sometimes our other friends, Wakka and Tidus will join in. In the race area there are a few shacks, where we keep our surfboards and other beach equipment. One is a bathroom and the roof always has this one loose board that I always trip over whenever I race on it. There is a watch tower that is about fifteen feet high with a zipline that drops you down in a shrubby area, making it annoying to get back to our usual starting point for when we race.
”Well, I’m tired!” Kairi says, her voice breathy. She sits by my feet to catch her breath. “The raft is basically done. We just need to make sure that we have supplies for our voyage.”
“We also need a name for our raft.” Riku turns to me, his eyes shining with challenge, bringing out his typical competitive side. He is my best friend but sometimes he really irritated me whenever he tried to prove he was better than me.
“How about Highwind?” He suggests, “What would you call it?”
I looked down at Kairi and smiled, but she was too caught up in her current bracelet she was making to notice me.
Riku shakes his head, obviously getting where I was going. “Why do I even bother asking?”
I shrugged. “You tell me!”
“Alright I’ll be the judge.” Kairi stood up to her feet, tucking the thalassa shells in the pocket of her skirt. She points to the furthest tree with a star ornament on top, it always reminded me of a christmas tree. That star has been there for as long as I could remember.
“First one to tag that tree and make it back wins!”
That seems fair enough. I turn back to Riku.
“If I win, I’m captain!” I declare, “And if you win…”
“I get to share a papou fruit with Kairi.” Riku replies, his voice distant. His eyes were fixated on the star tree ahead.
I scowl. Why would he say that? Kairi is my girlfriend! A papou is a star shaped fruit that grows on our island, if two people share one they will always be in each other's lives. It’s a romance legend that every couple I’ve met on the island has shared. My mom even believes in it!
“Why would you!?” I blurt, this only makes Riku smirk. He always got a rise on giving me a hard time.
Kairi cleared her throat. “Okay! On my count! Three!”
I shot Riku with a glare. There is no way I’m letting him win. I really didn’t care about being captain. Kairi would never share a papou fruit with Riku but the thought of it made my blood boil. Riku could get any girl he wants, why was he trying so hard with mine!?
“TWO!”
I could feel my heart beginning to race. I had to focus. I couldn’t let Riku get to me, whenever I do I always lose.
“ONE, GO!” Kairi cried.
I push myself forward, throwing myself over the edge of the sandy cliff and onto the roof of one of the shacks. I race along it jumping onto the next, I can hear Riku at my heels. Grunting in annoyance, I pick up speed, nearly gliding across the next roof. The ocean’s breeze was brisk as it hit my face.
“You won’t beat me, Sora!”
I could hear the smile in Riku’s voice. He was in for a surprise.
“Yeah!? Watch me!”
I grin at him over my shoulder before I hurry over to the watchtower. I hoisted myself up the ladder, it creaked as it supported my weight. My breathing increases as I scramble my way up the ladder as fast as my limbs would let me. To my disbelief Riku raced by the watchtower laughing.
“Not much of a shortcut now is it, Sora!?”
Swiftly I make it to the top, grabbing the handles of the zipline tightly. Wasting no time I push myself down. The homemade device sent me whizzing past Riku and down toward the shrubby area, making the entire island look like a big blur. If it weren’t for the heavy winds today, I don’t think I would have gone as fast.
I jump to the ground before the zipline has reached the end. I land hard on my feet and scurry toward the star tree that’s only a few feet away. I was thankful for my good balance and endurance, maybe it was my determination to beat Riku.
“GO SORA!”
I hear Kairi faintly from behind along with RIku’s heavy breathing. He was not far, which wasn’t shocking. Out of the entire friend group, Riku is in the best shape. At fifteen he is solid muscle. Muscle or not I was not going to let him win. He was not going to share a paopu with Kairi. I feel my feet begin to stumble beneath me as I reach the star tree. I smack my hand down on the tree’s trunk before whirling around. I could see Kairi’s petite form jumping up and down in the distance. She looked even more tiny, if that was possible.
Taking one big gulp of air, I sprint back to her jumping over loose logs, deep holes in the sand, and fallen fruit. I was almost there. I’ve raced this route so many times I could do it blind folded.
Jumping and racing on the row of shacks, I make it back to the starting point. I come to a halt in front of Kairi. I fall to my knees, breathing heavily. Within seconds, Riku is at my side.
“I……” I raise my hand slowly, “AM CAPTAIN OF THE SOKAI!”
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"The monsters of my play-fights were strong, vicious. Trolls with hulking muscles, werewolves with sharpened fangs. But the greatest villains I've faced? They look more like you and me than they do the beasts of my fantasies."
A very late happy kinktober from me, even with nonexistent motivation, I felt like I owed it to this blog to write something, so without further ado
Warnings: 18+, toxic relationship, rough sex, slight (verbal) humiliation, don’t read if you don’t like
Lately you didn’t know what Tom was up to at all, but that wasn’t even the thing that bothered you. All his secret missions meant less time for you, meaning you had gone a very, very long month without his touch.
Today was one of those days, where you had to have someone still your needs. What was a boyfriend good for, if he couldn’t even make you happy? But the thing is, Tom wasn’t like any other guy. You weren’t even sure how to approach the subject.
And thinking of the devil, suddenly hear someone enter your dorm. Before you could even initiate small talk, he asked you whether you still had the book he left here a while ago. Right, the book he gave you as a gift. Now he needed it back.
“I’m sure it’s around here somewhere”, you say. He looked slightly annoyed, but started to search for it himself.
“Hey listen, I thought maybe we could do something tonight, you and I, you know?”
Without even averting his gaze upward, he simply replied that he was busy. You persisted, telling him that you would appreciate him and you doing something for you once in a while, like all the other couples.
No reply
“Listen, if you can’t even do the smallest things for me, why am I with you?”
Finally, he looked up. “You don’t think I do things for you?”, he asked, but somehow it didn’t sound like a question, more like an accusation. His tone wasn’t angry though, rather challenging.
“Well, look at you- you come here without even saying hello, start rumbling through my belongings for some stupid book, you don’t even notice that I’m wearing a new dress—”
To capture his attention, you had put on a new mini dress that perfectly hugged your body and showed all the right curves in the right places.
“Is that so?”, he comes nearer as he says that. “Ye-yes, it is”, your heart stammered and you kept swallowing, at this point you weren’t so sure whether you should keep going with your confrontation or not. The closer he got to you, the less sure you became.
“You know what I’m noticing right now”, he stopped for a second to eye you top to bottom, “is how you keep clenching your legs”
“That has nothing to do with—”, but before you could finish he’d already slipped a cold hand under your dress. The tingles went up your spine, leaving you somewhat paralyzed. You couldn’t even look him in the eye because of how wet you were.
“Looks like somebody may need their good for nothing boyfriend”, he taunted, while ever so slightly brushing his fingertips against your aching clit, making you squeeze around nothing.
After all those claims of yours, you weren’t going to just let him put you on the spot like that, so instead you said the most stupid thing you could’ve,
“who says I need you to help me with this”
You did though. You did so bad. Already this morning you’d tried to make yourself cum around your fingers, to now avail, only leaving you more frustrated than ever.
“Alright, then show me, because I think you’re full of shit”, and with that he removed his fingers, his body away from you. He kept his eyes on your legs, which started to slightly shiver under his stare. “This is so stupid”, you mumble under your breath, but he catches it anyway.
“What was that?”, he cocked his head as he asked, pretending he didn’t.
“Nothing, I said if you want to, I will show you”, you hope to god he didn’t mean that, but something told you he wasn’t kidding, not even in the slightest.
“I meant it when I said it”
“Good” You couldn’t let him win now.
Fingers shaking, you start to slide them up your thighs, squeezing them and releasing soft gasps while doing so. So far Tom didn’t seem impressed. You had to put on more of a show. So, you go towards the bed and take one of your bedside pillows. His eyes widened a bit. Good. Without breaking off eye contact, you place that particular thick, cylinder shaped pillow between your legs, slowly lowering your soaking pussy onto the harsh fabric. At the moment of contact, you flutter your eyes, as if Tom had just entered you.
And as if it was his cock inside you, you start to move your hips in a back and forth motion, as if you were riding him. But nothing was hitting your sweet spot, so you sloppily hold onto the pillow with one hand, the fingers of the other entering your leaking pussy, curling, desperately trying to scratch that itch. Closing your eyes, you pretended those were his long and skilled fingers.
Pretending, it was his cock that thrusted into you, in and out, in and out, filling up your cunt to the brim every single time. Pretending you were about to chase your climax.
“I’m about to—“, you moan, “aghh fuck, ‘m gonna—”
“Quit it darling, you can’t do it”, Tom interrupts, after having stayed uncomfortably silent this whole time. “You need me”
You squeezed around your fingers as hard as you could, didn’t slow down your tempo, but something was missing.
“You’re making it worse”, you spat at him.
“I can’t stand my girl being so delusional yet so desperate at the same time”, he said as he took a few more steps toward you and shook his head.
“Want some help?”
“N-No”, you half moaned, half whined.
“Oh I think you do”, he whispered. His hand reached for your chin and tilted it upwards, almost squeezing your face too hard.
“Just say the word”
Just that one word and he would give you exactly what you needed. Just one word and everything would be alright. But then he’d win.
“Any time now, or my offer goes away”
You bit your lip so hard it started getting all blood red and puffy, because if you didn’t you were gonna give in.
“One last chance” Having said that he tilted your chin downwards, you his clearly visible hard dick in his pants. You gulp at the sight, knowing what it could do to your body. If you didn’t say it now…
“Please Tom”
“What was that?”, he cooed smugly. As he said that he was already removing his belt from and pulling down his pants that grew tighter around his area.
“I said please”, you choked out, still being barely able to move your jaw that he had a death grip on.
“Since you had a little preparation already, I think you owe me one too”
Before you realized what that meant, he shoved your head toward his thick, leaking tip. With no regard, Tom forced his tip into your hungry mouth, groaning at the feeling of the wet warmth. “Suck on it, like a good girl”. You did as you were told, until he shoved his entire length down your throat, holding your mouth at his base. You could barely breathe properly, only inhaling his scent through your nose.
“Nothing to complain about now, no?” Throat growing even tighter, Tom kept lazily thrusting into your mouth, until tears started to form in your eyes. As soon as he was done, he forcefully shoved you onto the bed and flipped you onto your stomach. Before doing anything, he took that soaked pillow, put it under your face, and shoved your face onto the wet patch. You would’ve been disgusted, if it weren’t for the anticipation for him to finally fill you up.
“Look at what you’ve done”, he mouthed, “so stupid to think that that was enough for you”
As he entered in one go from behind, you shrieked and the built up tears finally spilled. “So stupid to think that anything could make you feel like I do”, he groaned into your ear, while repeatedly hitting your spot. Obscene sounds left your mouth at the feeling of being roughly split open again and again.
You couldn’t hold it in much longer, your touch starved cunt finally getting the handling it needed. By crying out loud, gradually whimpering louder as he shoved himself into your hole, he felt you were getting close.
“Say you need me”, he demanded, slowing his pace, letting you know you weren’t gonna cum if you didn’t. He put more weight onto you and grabbed your neck from the behind, forcing your stained face to look at him.
“I need you Tom”, you whimpered, and he planted a hungry kiss on your lips.
A few more deep plunges, and you felt him shoot his load deep inside you, his liquid mixing with yours.
Before you even processed that he had flipped you onto your back again, your underwear was back on, more soaked and filthy than ever now.
“To remind you who you belong to for the rest of the day”
Short summary: After Tom had shown you what it meant to disobey him, business continued quite as usual. Most of the time he wasn’t home, making you sleep alone in your shared bed. Just until one night you got woken up by a strange, yet familiar feeling building in your lower stomach…
Warnings: 18+ only! breeding kink, dub con, somnophilia, use of “my lord”
A/N: this is so trash but I don’t know what to change .-.
wordcount: 1,6k
Ever since that day, you did not question your boyfriend’s motives anymore. Though, most of the meetings were held at the other men’s homes from then on. Which you were quite happy about after what they had witnessed.
A few months had passed since then and Tom again had not been home for two weeks. Most of the days you spent reading books or tending to your small garden, awaiting your boyfriend’s return.
That one particular night, you decided to go to bed early, just as most of the other days you were alone. You took one last glimpse out of the window, taking in the scenery. It was October, which meant nights were getting shorter again and the thick fog made it hard to see anything farther away than your garden. You sighed and blew out the candles on your living room table, heading to your bedroom. It was quite cold, thus you covered yourself in a heavy layer of blankets, finally feeling the warmth spread all the way to your limbs again. As you were trying to fall asleep, raindrops started falling onto the window, lulling you right into a deep sleep.
Tom in the meanwhile was making his way home. He had a plan. He knew you had probably already gone to bed, perfect for what he was going to ask from you today. Whatever it was though, he was certain of one thing: you wouldn’t dare say no to him.
With that in his mind and the thought of you asleep, oblivious of his return tonight, his mind reeled in anticipation. Tom wasn’t usually one for lust or desire, however the closer he got to your shared home, the more excited he got. The brunette made sure to enter the front door quietly, shutting and locking it swiftly. He hung his coat on the coat rack and took his shoes off, placing them next to the doorstep. Not bothered to turn on any light, the dim glow of the moon ever so lightly throwing a little shadow on the staircase, he ascended to your shared bedroom. At every little creak of the wooden stairs he stopped, not intending to wake you just yet.
When he finally reached the door of your cozy little bedroom, he opened it quietly, slowly stalking towards the bed in which you were currently sleeping. Spotting your figure buried under blankets, he smiled to himself. You looked so innocent and pure in that moment. So peaceful. Peace he would shatter within minutes, taking from you what he had been longing for.
He watched you for another few minutes before undressing himself, joining you on the bed. You stirred slightly, mumbling inaudible words before turning your body to the other side, your back facing Tom. He was glad you didn’t wake, and waited for a bit to make sure you were asleep.
His hands tugged on the blankets slightly, exposing your chest. You were wearing your favourite silk night gown, which wasn’t a great choice when temperatures were low, yet you couldn’t get yourself to buy proper nightwear for winter. The cool air hit your body, and your boyfriend’s hands trailed from your arm to your breasts, slightly grazing your hardened nipples over the soft material. It took everything of him not to rip the fabric off your body then and there but reminded himself to keep his composure. After all, you were most obedient when you were asleep.
A slight groan escaped his parted lips as his cock throbbed in anticipation. He couldn’t help himself but pinch your erect bud, drawing a small whimper from you. Finally, he had enough, freeing the rest of your compliant body from the heavy blankets. You weren’t one to wear shorts under your night gown, and as you moved quite a lot in your sleep, they had already ridden up to bunch a little over your hips. This gave your boyfriend a perfect view of the brand-new lace underwear you had gotten a week ago when he was gone, initially wanting to surprise him with it. He huffed, fingertips trailing over the thin material. Getting closer to your body, he moved one of your legs to up and pushed the lace to the side, now having perfect access to your tight, unsuspecting cunt. His tip slid through your folds, circling your clit a few times before steadily pushing into your heat.
He knew you hadn’t taken your contraceptive potion that day, not wanting to deal with the side effects when you thought he wasn’t going to be home anyway, which perfectly played into his plan.
As you started whining and trying to shift your position, he firmly held you close to him, not letting you escape his strong grip. As he started thrusting in and out of you, stretching you around his thick length, your eyelids fluttered open, confused by what was happening.
“Tom?” You whispered, voice thick with sleep. Your initial response was to close your legs at the somewhat painful sensation on your core, though Tom did not let you.
Soothingly, he rubbed the tender flesh of your thigh, while holding it down. “Sshh, darling. I need this. Just obey me and be still. Will you do that for me?”, his cock dragging against your warm walls ever so slowly. You felt his lips place a soft kiss on your ear as he pressed his chest to your back. “Just need you to obey me.” He whispered into your ear with a husky voice, his breath warm on the side of your face.
Your mind was still hazy, not entirely aware of what was exactly going on, yet you knew you wouldn’t dare disobey your boyfriend. “Yes, my lord.” You whimpered, trying your hardest to adjust to him while he took what he needed, soft moans escaping your parted lips. You had missed him, and the way he could manipulate you into surrendering to him completely. “Taking me so well, darling. It’s like you were made for this.” He growled, almost tauntingly, while steadily increasing his pace. “You like this, don’t you? Should feel grateful I am doing this with you, hm?”
Another hard snap of his hips brought you out of your daze, his way of telling you he expects an answer. “Oh- y-yes, my lord! S’ so go- good!” You mewled, now slowly coming to your senses. You felt his grin on your shoulder. “That’s right.”
It was then when he flipped you over, so you were lying on your stomach, allowing him to reach even deeper, his tip hitting your sensitive cervix. You hissed at the sting, attempting to reach behind you to push him away slightly, however Tom grabbed your wrists, pinning them behind your back. “Stay still and take it.” He growled, hips rolling into yours at a now unforgiving pace, his hand pushing your face into the pillow, so your whines were muffled.
“So tight like this. Fuck.”, a harsh smack landed on your ass. Tom’s thrusts were merciless, chasing his desperately needed high. “Going to fill you up so good, darling.” He grunted, while slamming his painfully hard length into your cunt.
It was then when you realised you had not taken your contraceptive potion in days, not expecting Tom’s return. “M-My lord, the potion, I haven’t taken it!” You cried, attempting to free yourself.
“I know. You won’t need it anymore.”
“What? But-“
“Sshh.”
He turned you around, so he could look you in the eyes while he ruthlessly thrusted into you. “Going to make you carry my heir, darling.” His hand circled your throat, applying pressure to each side, inevitably restricting the blood flow to your head. “You want that? Want to carry my child? Because I know you do.” He breathed against your lips.
He wanted you to be the mother to his children?
“Y-Yes my lord. It would be an honour to c-carry your heir.” You croaked, looking your boyfriend in his dark, lust filled eyes. Tom only nodded, panting heavily above you.
“Feel you clenching me. Come with me, love. Be good and come all over my cock.”
It was true what he said, your orgasm was about to wash over you. The thought of you carrying Tom’s heir, a descendant of Salazar Slytherin himself, made your mind spin, finally letting the knot in your stomach burst. Your thighs trembled, circling his hips, so he would fulfil his promise.
“Merlin, you are gripping me so tight. Going to come, love.” He hissed, burying his face in the crook of your neck, softly kissing your tender skin. “Please- please come in me. Make me carry your heir.” You moaned, hands gripping his biceps.
He moved to your breasts, sucking and biting on your nipples as he emptied himself inside of you with a low grunt. You two stayed like that for a few minutes before he got up and cleaned both of you, taking you into his arms afterwards.
“Thank you. Did so well” He muttered, kissing your forehead.
“Did you mean what you said?” You asked him curiously, meeting his eyes.
“Every single word.” He reassured you, gently stroking your arm. “Marry me. Carry my heir. And I will make sure you become the most respected witch in whole Great Britain. My wife.”
You let out a small gasp in surprise. Wife?
“You intend to marry me?”
“Yes, darling.”
Soon, you did and not long after your wedding, a little girl was born.
summary: Your boyfriend was the leader of the Knights of Walpurgis. He normally did not like showing you off to his soldiers, however recently you had started questioning his behaviour, which Tom could obviously not tolerate. He did what he had to – show you what happens when his followers do not obey him.
Warnings: 18+ only! Dark!Tom, public humiliation, oral m!receiving, nipple play, choking, corruption kink, hints of sadism
A/N: I am all new to writing and I feel like I lowkey went too crazy with this one. Whoops
wordcount: 2,3k
You and Tom had met at Hogwarts when you were just little kids. Your companionship soon turned into a relationship, though, when Tom started researching his family’s history, things drastically changed. Him and other purebloods formed the Knights of Walpurgis, a group that was soon known to terrorize, torture and even murder muggles and wizards with muggle blood.
Being Tom Riddle’s girlfriend had its perks. Although he was infamous for being too closed off and his cold demeanour, he had always respected your opinions and wishes, finding solace in your arms after a long day of work.
While it had started out really well between you two, Tom seemed to hide what he was up to most of the time. Yet, you always found a way to get the information you needed. You two now lived together, in a small but sweet house you could call home. To your distain, that was where he and his friends would have their weekly meetings. Not that you didn’t like them, because of course they had to respect you in front of Tom, no, you disliked the conversations that took place in your very own living room.
Killing that guy, torturing this girl, wiping out the muggle family down the road. It never seemed to end. Mostly, you decided to just leave as soon as they turned up, yet you could still hear their laughter and conversations through the paper-thin walls of your house.
Tom rarely was home during the day, and when he came back late at night, you were fast asleep. It really started to get to you, your boyfriend turning into a blood-thirsty serial killer and the fact he was never there for you. You started to doubt whether he actually still loved you, or if he had already planned your death as well.
Another month had passed, and the last time you saw your boyfriend was now more than a week ago, when he and his “followers” as he now referred to, had their last meeting. You almost had to throw up at that thought. They were talking about the muggle man they had successfully murdered in the most brutal way you could imagine. All of this at your very own kitchen table, mind you.
You felt like if this continued for just another week, you would snap. It had to stop immediately. The next time Tom came home, you would confront him about all of this. About your future together, and his seemingly never-ending killing spree.
It was late at night when you heard the front door creaking open. You had been waiting for him, leaving on the light in your shared bedroom. He wouldn’t be able to evade you today.
“Why are you awake?” He asked sharply when he entered your bedroom.
“I wanted to talk to you, Tom.” You replied softly, not wanting to anger him already. He had been quite short-tempered recently.
“About what?” He got into the bed, next to you. You turned to him, yet he didn’t seem like he wanted to have a conversation with you. It started to annoy you. Partners don’t treat each other like that.
“About you mindlessly killing people, about you being gone for days if not weeks at a time, about you not talking to me anymore! Damn it Tom, we are supposed to love each other! Be there for each other! But all you do is murder, murder, murder. I am not having all these people talk about those cruel things on my own kitchen table anymore, Tom. We have to figure this out, together!” Normally you wouldn’t raise your voice at him, you knew better than doing that. But you were so fed up with all of this.
He finally turned his head to face you but stayed completely silent for a few seconds. The only source of light came from a thin candle on your bedside table, yet you could feel his dark eyes staring at you, an eerie feeling rising in your chest.
“There is nothing to talk about. I bought us a home, yet you never show gratitude for what I do for us. What me and my followers are up to during the days and nights I am not here, are none of your business. End of discussion.” His voice was controlled, not showing any traces of excessive anger. You knew he was furious, though. A sigh escaped your lips and you turned around to leave it be for the night. Tomorrow was another day, after all.
When you woke in the morning, he was gone already. Of course he was. You prepared yourself breakfast and started a slow day, where you would do some gardening and read a book Tom had gotten you last Christmas.
It was noon when footsteps advanced from outside. You were preparing dinner at the time, peeking towards the front door to see Tom entering. He hung his black coat on the wall, not paying you any attention.
“Tom please can we talk about yesterday?” You begged, slowly walking towards him.
He turned around, and his cold expression made you halt. Your boyfriend had never looked at you like that before. A shiver ran up your spine and you immediately regretted bringing up that topic again.
“To the corner. Turn around to face the table. Then kneel. Now.”
”Tom I am s-“ your voice shook, afraid of what was going to happen next.
“Silence! Do as I say.” He interrupted you, the anger breaking through his usually controlled demeanour.
You did as he said, to scared to question him. You knelt down in the corner of your kitchen, facing the table which was in the middle of the spacious room. Tom followed and stopped right in front of you.
“Look up to me.”
Your eyes met his, and by the dark look of them you knew the last bit of the old Tom you had once known had left his soul. Everything had changed.
“I never wanted to do any of this to you, but the result of disobedience is punishment. You will obey me now. Follow my instructions closely.” He ordered, you only managed a nod in return.
“Undress your blouse.”
“But-“
“Silencio!” With a quick wave of his wand, your voice was silenced. He bent down and ripped the soft fabric off your body, leaving you in your bra and skirt. You whined at the cold air hitting your delicate skin, goosebumps rising all over your body.
Hot tears started spilling from the corner of your eyes as he removed your bra. You wanted to scream, cry, beg for his forgiveness, but with the spell he cast on you it was all no use. Instead, you tried wriggling yourself out of his touch, away from him. Anything.
“Stay still or I will have to use another spell.” He hissed, standing back up.
Obey, obey, obey.
“You want to be good for me right? You want to prove yourself as a worthy follower of mine. Show me how well you can follow my instructions.” Tom said, now in a sweet, almost forgiving voice. You nodded eagerly.
He then reached into his pockets, grabbing some sort of clips with weights on them. You only knew those from the muggle family nearby who used similar ones to dry their clothes outside. What were the weights for?
“Finite” with another movement of his wand, your sobs were finally audible.
“You will not speak unless spoken to. You will from now on answer me with “Yes, my lord.” You will obey me and do anything I say. Because you want to be worthy of my attention, of my love. Is that right?” He asked, petting your hair and wiping away tears that had soaked your cheeks.
“Yes, my lord.” You sobbed, lowering your head. Tom had never asked you to refer to him as that. Only his followers did. You felt pathetic in the situation you were in, but it was too late now.
“Good. You will stay quiet for the next part.” He instructed you, kneeling down before you.
Tom kneaded one of your breasts, and you couldn’t help but moan at his touch. It had been so long since the last time he touched you in that way.
He then rolled one of your already hardening buds between his thumb and index finger, applying just enough pressure to make you wince. Surprisingly though, the pain quickly faded into pleasure, a familiar heat building in your lower stomach.
When he seemed to be satisfied, he took one of the clamps and… Oh. That’s what they were for, you thought. He applied it to your erect nipple and let go. The sting was so bad, you threw your head back, another set of tears rolling down your already damp cheeks.
Tom repeated the procedure with the other breast, and when you knelt there, teary eyes staring up at your boyfriend, he smirked. “That feel good?”
You shook your head. Good? His hands felt good but this? It was quite painful, yet you felt yourself become wet. “Hurts, my lord” you whimpered, looking up to him.
“You will get used to it. Punishments shouldn’t feel good, after all.” Tom berated.
Loud laughter from outside made Tom grin.
“Sounds like our guests have arrived.” He turned around to open the door for them, when you realized what was about to happen.
“T- my lord! Don’t let them in! I am half-naked!” Your shocked expression didn’t seem to matter to Tom. “As I said, you will get used to it. Obey me.”
All of Tom’s friends would see you half-naked. But not just that. Half-naked, kneeling in the corner of your kitchen, with your breasts on full display, clamps decorating your already sore buds. You closed your eyes, the embarrassment making your face flush with heat.
Tom then greeted them and everything went silent for a second. They must have spotted you.
“She will be our guest for tonight. She will learn what it means to question me.” He explained to the group of men now all aware of your presence. “Greet our guests, love.” You opened your eyes warily and welcomed them, not looking any of them directly into the eyes. You could probably never look them into their eyes again.
They all took seats and discussed whatever they were up to this week. You had to listen to their stories, but that was not the worst part. You could feel the tension in the air and your breasts throbbed, making you wince at every little movement you made.
Tom seemed to notice you were struggling and got up from his seat. His eyes felt hot on your skin as he came towards you.
“Good girl. We are going to be done soon, can you wait five more minutes for me?” He asked you, slightly bending down to look into your bloodshot eyes.
“Yes, my lord.” You whined, sobbing.
Tom petted your head and returned to his seat. The other men did not question any of this and also did not pay any more attention to you than necessary, probably scared of Tom. At least one good thing.
As soon as they were done, your boyfriend let the other men leave, returning to your kneeling form.
“Did so good for me.” He praised, reaching down to remove the clamps from your swollen buds, massaging them. You winced at his ministrations, feeling how sore they were.
“Get up and lay on the table. Let your head down the edge.” He demanded, voice stern.
You did just as he said. Now he stood there, in front of you, undressing his trousers. Tom wrapped the belt around your neck, securing it. You felt it slightly cut off your breathing, making you feel a little lightheaded. Now this was something he had done before in a similar way, he liked choking you sometimes when you were intimate. You had to admit you liked it as well.
“Now be good and take what I give you. Okay?”
“Yes, my lord” you nodded eagerly, waiting for him to feed you his cock.
Tom did just that, demanding you to open your mouth. The position you were in allowed him to have full control. He entered your mouth swiftly, and you swore his length had never felt this big before. Just after a few seconds of letting you adjust to his size, he set an unforgiving pace. You gagged around him, feeling his length slide down your throat with ease. Every now and then he let you breathe, and you greedily sucked in oxygen.
The closer he got, the more he pulled on the belt, making it even tighter for him. Tom groaned as he chased his high, massaging your sore breasts as he snapped his hips into your throat. He let you take another short break, before pushing back into you. His thrusts were relentless, and soon enough you felt his hot seed spill down your throat, eliciting a primal growl from your boyfriend. He made sure you got it all before he pulled out.
He caressed your tear-stained cheeks, looking into your eyes. “Swallow for me, love.”
Obviously you did.
Freeing you of his belt and gathering your clothes, he kissed your forehead as you sat up on the table.
“You have proven yourself to be a worthy follower after all. Are you ready to obey me? Follow me wherever this path may lead us? Be loyal to me, no matter what?”
“Yes, my lord” you agreed eagerly. Not because you were scared. No, you wanted to. You loved the way Tom could break you into pieces, rearranging you into whatever he wanted you to be.
Tom smiled, kissing your plump lips. “Good girl.”
You loved a monster, but more importantly, the monster loved you back.
summary: tom riddle is a god at many things. you’ve never felt more alive than when you’ve reduced him to something lesser.
warnings: 18+, SMUT MDNI, free use, sleeping kink, a lot of reverence for more biblical tom riddle that i genuinely need to choke me unconscious, PIV, fingering, multiorgasm, overstim, slight bondage, dubcon but not really i mean this fic speaks for itself. tom is kinda soft here???? what happened to me??
Tom Riddle, you'd determined, was obsessive before he was anything else. You saw it long before you knew him—intimately, at least—his compulsions, the meticulous way in which he carved out his time, handpicking what fit his ambitions best before pouring himself into them until he was empty.
Tom never moved with half-measures, a man that brilliant does nothing halfhearted.
You didn't expect to become his fixation—didn't know what it meant to be seen by someone who never stopped searching—never stopped dissecting—until the moment when his eyes lingered just a second too long and his hands followed suit—the moment he taught you the meaning in the only way he knew how.
Benevolently.
Tom Riddles need is tempered but there's always something burning underneath, something that flickers to life when his breath catches against your neck—when his fingers trace delicate lines along your skin—something that feels a lot like a thank you. The magical world gave him power—dominion—but in you, he found control. The kind you give freely, without even knowing it, the kind that he takes with the same reverence in his hands he applies to everything he touches.
There’s always been a mutal give and take between you—one formed without words and you solemnize this unspoken vow because he leaves you no other choice.
And it's not by force, not by demand, but by the sheer intensity of his regard, that sacred hunger in the way he looks at you, like you were made for this. For him. To be unmade, piece by piece, worshipped in the ruins of what you once were and stitched back together by his grace alone. When he kneels at your feet after a day that's worn him thin, his eyes sharp with exhaustion— when he spreads you open as though you're a book of scripture, when his hands steady you and his mouth finds its way between your thighs—there's nothing left for you to do but hold onto him. Your fingers in his hair, letting him take—letting him consume you in ways only he can.
He is both salvation and sin. Saviour and ruin. You're not sure how it's possible but he ensures you believe it.
And it started with secret moments—stolen glances, brushes of fingers, impromptu study sessions. But it grew into something more, and then something more still, until one day he's slipping into your flat as though it's his own, finding you before you even realize he's there.
You'll be cooking dinner and without a word, he'll flick off the stove with a twitch of his fingers—a breath of magic—his appetite insatiable but not for any caloric substance. You pretend, for his sake, to be surprised by his power, the way he moves without moving, but he knows better now—knows that nothing he does surprises you anymore, not after the way he loosens the strings of your corset with just a blink, how his teeth scrape your ear in a smile as he works a spell between your thighs. Not after he waits until you're thoroughly ruined by his magic—malleable just the way he likes you before he's merciful, allowing you the honour of his touch—allowing himself the honour of breaking you further.
There's no shock left in it because you've already accepted that whatever you think he's capable of—there's more.
There will always be more with Tom—a knowledge that is a sweet, endless ache. He is reasoning made lucid. You could never define all that he is capable of.
And foolishly you thought after all these years you'd have come to understand him, but Tom Riddle is not easily deciphered—he's a mystery even to himself, a disposition of contradictions. He doesn't need to be understood; he only needs to feel as if he is, to which you do your best. But when you're finally asleep after a long day and feel the bed dipping behind you in the quiet hours—a large, rough hand grazing timidly up your thigh, comprehension of Tom Riddle becomes even more of a distant accomplishment.
There is no logic in him when it comes to you, just instinct. No explanations, just need.
Tom has always had his compulsions, but you are his favourite fixation, and so you give. There's hunger, and there's devotion. There's desire, and then there's worship. You let him choose which ones he wants from you.
On this night you stir, half-conscious yet not quite aware of what's happening as his fingers move slowly, finding the heat between your legs and spreading you gently. There's never any urgency in his movements, though the fervour is palpable—a kind of feverish desperation thrumming beneath the surface, a pulse you can feel in his flesh, in the way his breath catches as if this is the only way he knows how to breathe.
Perhaps the only certainty about Tom is that you know he wouldn't be here if it weren't a necessity.
And he does this often, though sometimes it's more—the plush of his lips, the slick slide of his tongue—but this time, he chooses to wake you to the steady push of his fingers inside you, two of them stretching you, deliberate in their rhythm, curling deep, coaxing you open. It's his mercy, his crafted version of tenderness—you know he could easily just cast a lubing charm and press right in—but he doesn’t. He paces, he savours.
It’s a patience he continually allows himself which you know he doesn't have to give.
And some nights, when you wake to his touch—he whispers for you to sleep, to let him have you quietly, other times he'll make it clear that's the last thing he wants.
Tonight—
You shift against him, instinct guiding your body, but he hushes you, gentle, soft—a tut of warning, a shushing breath against your ear. You don't know how long he's been inside you, how long his need has burned quietly beside you, but by the time you realize, it's the wet sounds, obscene, that draw you from the haze of sleep, drowning out the sharpness of his breath. You're half-gone, face pressed into the pillow, drooling— and your lips part on a moan that never fully forms.
When your hand reaches instinctively for his wrist, his growl curls low in your ear—
"Sleep," if the command was a weapon it'd be a feather—he casts a binding spell on your wrists, drawing them above your head. "I've got you."
You swallow another moan, throat dry, choking on air as you fight to rip free from whatever remnants of slumber you're clinging to. His fingers are slow, pumping in and out of you, dragging you deeper into his need—and you're shaking in a way that is as involuntary as it is habitual. You know from experience just how much he loves this— the way he reduces you to fragments, the way he breaks you apart until there's nothing left but the shattered pieces of your pleasure—the mess he can make of you in minutes, even absentmindedly.
He slips an arm under your head, pulling you closer, impossibly close. The room is dark, and though you can't see him, you imagine his face—the hunger in his eyes as his skin sticks to yours, the hard evidence of his need against your ass.
"T-Tom—" your voice stumbles, a choked whisper of his name. His hand curls over your mouth, silencing you.
"Quiet," he mutters. "It's just a dream."
His breath ghosts over your neck, and your back arches in response. Wherever he was earlier, he came back starving, and this is part of it—sometimes he wants you silent, sometimes he wants you loud. Tonight, he wants you like this.
"Stay still," he murmurs again, and you shudder, your climax pulled from the edges of sleep by the slow drag of his fingers inside you. "Just a dream..."
A dream, he says—somewhere inside you, buried under a fog of grog you know it isn't, and he knows you know, he's not trying to trick you but it's all part of the game—coaxing—the way he devours you a little more each time, not just physically but mentally too.
With your lips muffled by his hand and his fingers buried deep, you do what you always do—you let him.
"T-Tom—" you whimper through the cracks in his digits. Your body is soft, boneless, melting into his touch, aching for more. "Please—"
As much as he wants you quiet he wants his name broken in your mouth all the same. He rewards you with a bitten-off moan, a crack in his control, a slight hitch in his breath—you clench around his fingers and his palm tightens over your mouth just a little too hard before he realizes and eases up.
You did say Tom's need was tempered—but sometimes, there are exceptions.
"I said quiet." His hips rut against your ass, fingers slow dragging at your walls, scissoring in your slick. "Let me give you this."
You push back into him, desperate, needy. "But—"
"Take it." His fingers on your mouth slide past your lips and over your tongue, reaching toward the back of your throat. Tears spring to your eyes as you gag, the sound smothered by the moan you make as a spell, swirling and tightening, pulses against your clit. "With the way I'm going to fuck you, you need this...you'll thank me later for it..."
Tom doesn't waste words. His tone may be soft but it's also sharp, which tells you everything you need to know—that he's had a wretched day and you're the only thing that can make it better. That he's going to fuck out his frustrations on you.
You moan around his fingers at the thought.
"You'll want to be nice and stretched for me, won't you?" A statement, not a question. "You don't want it to hurt. You know I don't want to hurt you."
Though he'll deny it, he's not as emotionless or as lacking in empathy as he'd like to believe. It's one of the many things you've come to know about him—or should you say, one of the many things you've struggled to understand about him—but the way he says it, like he's reminding himself not to be cruel—it's all very Tom Riddle.
"I don't want to hurt you.." he repeats in a murmur, as if he's trying to convince himself. You can't speak, though you're not sure you could find the words even if you could; the only indication you give him that you understand—that you hear him—is the quiet whimper that slips past his fingers. "Just need you."
The spell on your clit is as overwhelming as the drag of his fingers against your walls and it's only moments until you're cumming hard around him and he's groaning hard in return—you know his eyes are closed and you know he's inhaling every single sound you make as though he could house them in his lungs. The darkness clings to you like a second skin but Tom clings to you worse—not relenting even as you're twitching and whimpering with aftershocks.
"There we go." You're squirming and Tom fucking loves it. "Good girl."
Overstimulation is charging in—you have no where to run from it. You bite down on his digits in your mouth and he punishes you by intensifying the spell on your clit. "T-Tom—Tom—"
All he offers is a shush. His fingers curl deep.
"I need...I need you...need this.." he's mumbling, mantra-like, almost like a prayer and perhaps that's the closest he's come to one. You can count on one hand the amount of times you've heard him say it but you know there's no one else he'd be saying it to—no one else he'd want to. "You know, I thought of this all day...having you, like this..."
You sob around his fingers in your mouth as he rips another climax from you—you think you're seeing stars and you know if you are, they were hung there by him.
"Couldn't focus.." his teeth find your jaw, just under your ear, biting just a little harder than he usually does. "No matter what I did, I just kept thinking of this...of you...of you like this for me.."
Tom Riddle is a greedy man—in all ways—but he's not only greedy in the way he takes from you, he's greedy in the way he gives to you too, and though he would never admit it—he'd rather die first—this moment feels as close to worship as he'll ever come.
As you said, there's reverence in everything he fucking touches—you know you're lucky you get to experience it.
"You have this effect." He swallows hard, you feel it against your shoulder. "You have this effect on me...I—I can't stop wanting you-“
—and he's just a man, after all. No matter how well versed in dark spells and manipulation, no matter how cold and calculating he's able to be, beneath it all he's so very mortal. He tells you he was never made for love but when he buries his face in your neck and talks this talk it sure feels like maybe he was.
And all it does is make you want him that much more—knowing that you do this to him—you make him weak. You make him want and need and yearn.
"I don't even know what you've done to me," his voice is destroyed—his thoughts cut off by the evidence of your desperation for him, the lewd sounds coming from your pussy as you suck on the fingers in your mouth. "Fuck, you're so wet."
You groan, helpless and needy as a whore. Tom digs his teeth into your shoulder. It's all too much. There are many ways to come apart and this is Tom's only true undoing—in the aftermath of the destruction he causes, and you are—his collateral.
"Fuck—oh, fuck—" you're garbling, the words don't sound like words. "T-Tom—"
You're not sure how long you've been awake or how many times you've cum—how much oxygen you've inhaled since this all started but the one certainty is that you know Tom has very little patience left—if any.
"Fuck." He shifts, grinding against you. "Can you take me? Can you take me right now?"
All you can do is nod—your eagerness evident in the pace of it—drool dribbling down your chin and instantly the spell fades from your clit, his fingers pull out of your cunt and he's lifting your thigh up toward your head, fingers still hooked in your mouth. There's a moment of movement—trousers and boxers pulled down and then he's there—thick and heavy and warm between your thighs. You tense.
You'll never get used to the size of him. His ego made flesh. Though perhaps the greatest pleasure is in knowing he'll never get used to you, either.
"Gonna—gonna fuck you." He mutters against your neck as he glides along your slit—you're soaked, slick coating your thighs and the sheets and him but it never matters much because it always stings when he takes you. Especially like this. "It won't be soft."
You moan and he finally pulls his fingers free from your mouth, dragging them down to your throat, nails against your skin that feel more like claws because for all the human Tom Riddle is he's just as much animal.
He's never known soft—only with you—but you wouldn't have him if not for all his jagged lines and sharp edges. You let him take.
"Please, Tom-" words fail you, they always do when he's like this. "Please, gods—fuck me-"
Tom growls and it vibrates up your spine. You rarely curse when you can help it—so when you do, when you can't do anything to stop the pathetic vulgarities—he likes it too goddamn much and you know he's going to give you what you want because you give him what he needs.
A mutual give and take, as all the best things are.
"No god could compare to me." He doesn't say it with arrogance, just with certainty, like a letter he's written a thousand times. Then, he's flipping you onto your stomach, wrists still bound above your head as he lines up and presses inside you—all at once, deep and full and breathtaking. "Oh, yes—"
You cry out but it's muffled by the pillow, your cunt trying hard to adjust to the stretch—Tom is never cruel, but he is brutal, and perhaps the two get confused. There is a difference, though you know he would prefer to remain ambivalent on his own harshness, it’s the only way he's managed to survive this long—but here, with you, he thinks he can allow for a bit of mercy.
And he gives it, in his own way, only because you gave it first. It's as close as he'll come to offering himself without asking anything in return. To you, it's still a pretty close second.
"I'm going to make you feel this," he murmurs, lips against your shoulder, teeth against skin and if you had any tears left, this would be when they fell. "You'll think of this all day tomorrow. You'll think of me all day tomorrow."
He pauses inside you—he's taking it slow and the implications of that fact are far out of reach right now.
"I'll think of you anyway, Tom," you grit through your teeth, voice cracking on his name as he pulls out—only halfway—ensuring you feel that emptiness before he presses back in. "I'm—ohh—a-always thinking of you."
He makes a sound, a broken sort of sound, the same one you've heard him make only a handful of times—a raw, vulnerable, almost pathetic sound and all it does is make you want him that much more. He's still moving too slow, too methodically, drawing pleasure out from deep under your skin.
You clench around him because you know he doesn't want you to—he warns you against it with a cervix-piercing thrust.
"You're always thinking of me." His hand snakes around your throat, his lips to your ear—"and are you proud of that?"
You know that's a loaded question, the answer to which he doesn't truly care to know. But it's one you'll answer truthfully, regardless—because you know it'll affect him either way.
You nod, just once—and the grip on your neck tightens, cutting off an almost sob. His hips piston faster now, as though you've chipped off another piece of his control.
"Proud enough, then," he growls, his pace unforgiving, and that's enough to tear another broken sound from you—from the both of you. His fingers twist painfully around your throat, digging into your skin like a man possessed, and you know that means he's done holding back. His mouth is next to your ear, you can feel his smirk. "M'sorry—I'm—sorry—"
He says he's sorry but you know he's not. Not with the way he's groaning into your ear, not with the way he's driving his cock fast and deep. He is a manmade monster and a self-made god trapped inside a mortal man who needs so much to feel human. He knows to be nothing but intense. It's a wonder how the three can exist in him all at once.
"T-tom-" your voice fractures around his name, the only word you know now. "F-fuck—s'deep—ohh-"
His teeth sink into your neck as he cranks your head back with a pull of your hair, bared teeth on preyish flesh and you hardly have time to worry how deep he might devour because you feel his magic on your clit and you see those stars again—distant yet creeping closer, drawn down to your orbit by his power alone.
"M'sorry—" he mutters again, as though he was saying it to your cervix. "Fuck—"
You scream out again as the spell on your clit swirls faster—the sensation unfathomable each and every time—he's fucking you so hard you're burning underneath him and though the pleasure is as white hot as the flames that now cover every inch of you, you don't fear burning as much as you fear it's passing.
He's a fire in your veins, in your blood, and if he stops now you'll die of the cold.
"So good for me," he says, as soft as he can muster for being so lustdrunk— "so—perfect. You're perfect."
Perfect. You whinge and squeeze your eyes shut—choking on your breath. The words are more painful than his thrusts because time and time again you’ve failed to decipher their meaning—you know he doesn't believe in perfection, the concept too weak and foolish for his sake—but he's said it before, always in times like this—you are perfect.
You're perfect under his hands. You're perfect when you shatter apart for him, in the darkness, under the light of those stars he dragged down for you.
"Ohh—fuck—Tom—" another climax wracks you, splitting you at the seams. "I'm—I'm—"
It feels like an earthquake and you're the epicenter, all the power and destruction Tom thrusts into you radiating from within you outward. His hand moves from your throat to your jaw, tilting your face back so he can kiss you, messily, open-mouthed and with teeth. But it's still a kiss. Something he rarely does.
"Yeah, yeah. Good—" he grunts into your mouth. "Mmfff—fuck—tight—“
A second later, he's cumming, a broken string of profanity tumbling from his chest into your mouth, release spilling deep inside you, warm and thick and he holds you tighter for it as you whimper and throb around him. Tom has always had his reservations. Always had his long list of fixations—and like you said, he pours himself empty into the ones he's chosen. It's in moments like these where you feel it more than ever—as his hips slow and his cock stops twitching inside you—the way that he's made you part of that list.
And when he's done moving through you—when he's done taking what he needs—he pulls away, yet he's still there. Freeing your wrists and rubbing them gently, curling you against him as you both descend.
"Thank you." He murmurs, face in your hair.
You tell him he doesn't need to thank you but you know it makes no difference. After all, he's still a man. A man with something to prove, even under a sky full of stars he dragged down for you.
Tom is a god at many things. You've never felt more alive than when you've reduced him to something lesser.
He has you pinned on his bedsheets, you’ve sneaked away to his chambers just to do this, it’s not like you’ve been dating, but you’ve been hanging around — and fucking — each other for a while now, and for Tom, that’s a really big deal.
He’s been fucking you the way he wishes the past times, hard, rough, with your head flush against the pillow, ramming into you without any sorts of feelings, without attaching himself, it’s nice, pleasurable, but he’s been doing it for himself.
He’s inside you already, cock stretching you out as he stays still, his head leans down to meet your neck, breathing your scent before he kisses your jaw, his lips moving to your ear.
“Tell me how you like it.” His voice is low and it grumbles in your ear, when you can’t answer right away, he gives you a slight thrust.
Your hands goes to his on your hips, slightly pushing him back before taking his hands and placing them over your breasts, his breath itches, he slightly massages the flesh, toying with your nipples as he lets you guide him.
“Slowly…” you mutter, he carefully starts moving his hips in a pace he hasn’t used before, it all feels foreign, somehow more intimate but it still gets you to mewl so he doesn’t complain. “Like that.”
Tom nods, he keeps rolling his hips into you, slow and soft so you can feel exactly every way his cock stretches you out, letting out slow whimpers as he does it.
“Does it feel good?” He asks, another soft whisper in your ear as he makes his thrusts a little more sharp, taking your air out of your lungs and forcing a moan out of you.
“Yes, just… hold me close.” You ask, hands wrapping around his neck to pull him flush to your body, slightly burying your head on your shoulder.
Tom hasn’t felt like this before, like he’s being needed, he also didn’t think that slow, passionate sex would feel so nice when he obviously prefers to do it the hard way.
But you like it.
So he keeps doing it the way you asked him to, leaning into the pleasure your cunt provides as the time passes, and when you’re done and both lazy and mushy next to each other, your head flush to his chest, he lets himself provide that care to you, hesitantly dragging a hand to your hair and brushing it away to see your face, thumb lightly caressing your exposed cheek.
A/N: This is set in Marauder's era just for controversy. This is my first time writing for Tom Riddle so do tell me if you want me to write more.
She cursed her heart. There were so many other boys she could have a crush on. There was the sweet but shy Remus Lupin who was titled the boyfriend material by everyone. There was his best friend Sirius Black who is quite a charmer and known playboy with a soft heart. The list goes on. Hell, she even considered getting back with her ex-boyfriend Henry and that is saying a lot considering the messy breakup they had.
But Y/n was willing to do anything to keep her attention away from the infamous Slytherin Prefect Tom Riddle. She didn't mean to pay attention to him. It is something that just happened but she hoped he didn't notice and whatever she was feeling would pass away.
But he noticed. Oh, he noticed, how she looked at him and he enjoyed it. He knew how everyone looked at him, but the eyes that he enjoyed the most on him were Y/n's. They felt more innocent and pure than others and he loved ruining pure things. And now whenever she tried to steal a glance at him she saw him staring back at her with a growing smirk.
He enjoyed how despite whoever she was talking to whenever he would walk by he could feel her eyes on him. He knew she was in denial.
Y/n was currently talking to Remus. He is handsome and intelligent and everything good but as soon as Tom Riddle walks by she senses a fiery passion within her and the way he looked at her didn't help it.
She felt a strange magnetic attraction to him. She knew it was wrong. He is the Heir of Slytherin, a dark wizard. She shouldn't think about how his touch would feel against her skin as she talks to another boy.
The snake that Tom Riddle is and he was tempting her to bite into the forbidden fruit once. He was looking for an opportunity and it seemed like fate was in his favor too as he was presented with a perfect one.
It was almost curfew and Y/n was rushing to her dorm. She didn't realize how quickly time passed as she was in the library reading her book.
The corridor was as expected dimly lit and empty. On most late nights she would spot a few students she now recognized as she would often bump into them and have a little chat before leaving for her dorm. But tonight it felt like she was the only one who was out of her dorm, and even if she was alone why did she feel like someone was watching her.
Her breath quickened and her heart pounded against her chest as she quickened her step looking over her shoulder every now and then making sure nothing followed her. Her palm grew sweaty she felt as if the walls were closing in even if she was in the corridor where she could see the moon overlooking her.
She felt as if the breeze grew colder she started wondering did it really take this long to get to her dorm? Sure her mind is just playing tricks on her but she couldn't help but feel like something was hiding in the walls of the corridor waiting to attack her.
Her steps quickened when suddenly she heard a hiss behind her. She immediately turned around to see the same empty dimly lit corridor she just passed. She turned around quickly but she bumped into someone.
Tom Riddle was looking at her in amusement like a predator who caught its prey. He smirked "Miss L/n don't you know it's bad manners to stay out after curfew?"
She didn't dare look into his eyes, scared of what she might find. "I...I am...so sorry Mr. Riddle. I am walking back to my dorm right now." She was confused was it really past curfew? It did seem like she has been walking forever when it shouldn't take her this long to get to her dorm. It seemed that even the corridors of Hogwarts were in favor of the dark wizard as if presenting her to him as an offering.
"Let me walk you to your dorm Miss L/n. And please call me Tom" his voice felt like honey. His fingers twitched to just touch her once. For once he had a hard time keeping control and he didn't hate this feeling. No. Watching her squirm under his gaze made him love the feeling.
"Uh...no I'll be fine it's not that far now" in pure honesty she had no idea how far her dorm is now. It seemed like she had been walking for hours only to be where she started. She began to walk away when he grabbed her wrist. She could feel his cold glare on her.
"Please. I insist". his grip tightened on her wrist. He grinned as he felt her pulse quicken. He was going to have so much fun with her, he thought.
She nodded still not meeting his eyes. He walked towards her and grabbed her jaw making her look into his eyes. Her eyes told him a different story. He could see everything, he caressed her cheek.
It felt like she could hear him even if he wasn't even speaking to her.
Mine. Mine. Mine
"Is something the matter Miss L/n". He had the audacity to grin as he asked her. He could see in her eyes as she slowly let her guard down. He got even closer to her. She took two steps back as he took one step towards her until she yelped as she her back hit the wall. He put his arms against the wall trapping her between the wall and him.
He nuzzled her pulse point on her neck. He could feel her blood pump "It's ok Y/n, you can let go." He opened the first two buttons of her shirt and tugged her collar down exposing her shoulder.
She gasped as he started giving open-mouthed kisses on her shoulder and neck, grabbing her by her waist, and getting as close as humanly possible to her, pressing his body against her. "I got you, it's ok to let go." She shivered as he caressed her waist. "Say my name. Let me be yours"
"Tom".
He groaned as his name fell from her lips. She has indulged. She has bitten the forbidden fruit the snake had asked her to bite. He held her neck and whispered in her ear. "Y/n. You love me don't you?"
"I...I do" she didn't even think twice.
He chuckled and tilted her head as he kissed her. She could feel his breath and lips, she couldn't believe this was happening. He bit her lip earning a gasp from her.
"Oh I am going to have so much fun with you Y/n" He wrapped his arms around her pulling her into an embrace and she held onto him.
The next morning she woke up it all felt like a fever dream. Was it really a fever dream if she could still feel his touch, his breath on her skin, his kiss.
She got up from her bed and went to the washroom. She gasped as she looked up in the mirror and saw purple bite marks on her neck and shoulder. She panicked. She tried to put cold water on it. She ran back to her room, and she tried to make it go away.
Tears threatened to fall from her eyes. She cursed herself. How could she do this? She rubbed all the creams and lotions she had on her neck and shoulders trying to forget what took place the other night. Trying to forget how easily she gave in to Tom Riddle. Trying to ignore how bad she wanted to be with him.
When suddenly she heard a burst of laughter coming from her bed. She turned around to see Tom on her bed laying so casually as if he has been there several times.
"How did you get in?"
He got up and walked towards her "if I can arrange the corridors to meet you darling then a silly locked door cannot keep me apart from you". She yelped as he pulled her against his chest "and neither can you. So just stop fighting and join me. Be my queen. Can't you see? You were meant for me. I was meant for you"
Madness. That is what she saw in his eyes. Purity. That is what he saw in her eyes. Yes, they were meant for each other and Y/n has to soon accept that fact. For she will soon rule the wizarding world with him. For him, she was perfect for the role and she will see it. For her, this was her fate now.
A/N: REBLOGS AND FEEDBACKS IF YOU WANT MORE TOM RIDDLE CONTENT
Im requesting a tom riddle fic where he is dating the reader and like how that would look like. Make it fluffy but not to a point it’s unrealistic for him
Tom twirled his wand carelessly between his long fingers staring at Y/n who was paying more attention to the potion in front of her than him.
He couldn't take it anymore and placed his want below her chin, the same wand that had obliterated students, to make her look at him. "Your time is up."
Y/n barely parted her lips to argue when he interrupted her again. "My darling it is of no use arguing with me. So wrap this up and come with me. I will be waiting outside." With that, Tom walked out of the classroom not giving her a chance to talk.
Y/n quickly picked up her books haphazardly and jogged to catch up to Tom. Tom smirked and kept walking as she tried to catch up to him. He turned around and gave her a mocking smirk. “No rush darling. Take your time please.”
She rolled her eyes. That made Tom stop in his tracks and looked at her coldly. “Do you have a problem darling?” Y/n gulped as he walked towards her, she tried to take long breaths to calm her beating heart in fear he might hear them. He grabbed her jaw making her look at him. “The only time I want to see your pretty eyes roll is when I make you feel good, got it precious?”
Y/n quickly nodded and froze when she felt his lips on her cheek. "Good girl." Tom took her hand in his, it felt colder than usual. As they made their way through the corridor Y/n noticed how the students made way for them, avoiding Tom like a plague, averting their eyes away from him.
An uncomfortable feeling started making home in her heart. Yes, Tom was ominous but as she spent more time with she felt there was something more... dark, something dangerous.
"What are you thinking, precious?" His honey-like voice brought Y/n back to reality to realise they were standing in front of his dorm. His tone was loving again.
"Nothing." Her voice was barely audible, but he heard her. His slender fingers caressed her chin. Y/n felt a shiver run up her spine when she looked into his eyes. Not an ounce of innocence in his brown irises were found. He looked so determined.
"You are right my darling." Y/n's eyes widened when he whispered these words in her ear. She wondered if he really heard her thoughts. "I did, precious. I always know what you are thinking. But that is good. Because we have nothing to hide from each other." She stayed still in shock as Tom kissed her jaw.
Her breath hitched when he stopped kissing her jaw, his teeth was right near her pulse. She could see his pupils dilate.
Y/n L/n in that moment realised she will never understand Tom Riddle but she will stay with him as he burns the world
A/n: THIS IS SUPER LATE. I am so sorry honestly I am moving to UK and it has been a rollercoaster. Thank you for being patient
A woman with a heavy accent woke me. A man replied with a similar accent.
"Just how did she get here?" he asked the woman.
"I don't know, Clayton. I was out by the camp doing my research and I found her lying in a tree by the research tables!"
"He should've left her, Jane. She's not our problem." Clayton replies.
I open my eyes slowly, Clayton and Jane were standing above me watching me curiously. Jane wore a yellow dress, she had dark brown hair, and dark green eyes. Clayton was also wearing yellow, a yellow button up shirt with tan colored pants. Clayton had salt and pepper colored hair along with a thin mustache, he also sported a hunting rifle that was strapped behind his back.
"Ahh! You're awake!" Jane cheered, "Are you alright? Here, have some water!"
She handed me a canteen filled with water.
"Don't worry, this is fresh clean water from the springs!" Jane assured me.
"Thank you." I rasp, willingly bringing the canteen to my lips.
I gulped down every drop, not realizing how dehydrated I must be.
"I'm Jane!" Jane introduces herself, "and this is Clayton. We're both researchers!"
I put the canteen down, still processing that trees broke my fall. I got lucky.
"It's nice to meet you both, I'm Kairi. I got separated from my boyfriend and friends."
"Oh dear, how did you get stuck in that tree?" Jane asked.
I was curious about how I got down in the first place. Did Jane or Clayton get me? I couldn't say anything about being from another world. I opened my mouth to come up with a nonsense story, when I was interrupted by a new voice.
"Jane!"
This voice was deeper with no accent. I look over to see a muscular man walking on all fours. He wore only a cloth around his hips and he had long brown hair and piercing green eyes.
"Tarzan!" Jane's face lit up.
I was relieved to see Sora behind Tarzan.
"Sora!"
I hurried off the cot I was currently sitting on to jump in his arms. He catches me willingly, holding me tightly.
"Kairi, I'm so so sorry…I don't know what overcame me back there ...I was so stupid!"
I shake my head and cup his face in my hands.
"Don't be, I would've done the same thing if you hadn't…"
"Puppy love…" Clayton scoffs behind us, this makes Sora and I part instantly.
"Looks like Tarzan has found you both and brought you together!" Jane exclaims, "Are you two here to study the gorillas?"
"Highly doubtful." Clayton mutters.
Just then, Donald and Goofy poked their heads in the tent.
"Goofy! Donald!" Sora and I cry.
"A circus of clowns. Not much for hunting gorillas." Clayton adds.
" We're studying them not hunting them." Jane turns to us and smiles. "The more the merrier! Do make yourselves at home!"
"Thank you, Jane we do ap-" I begin to say until Sora and Donald cut me off.
"I'm staying!" They both declared, crossing their arms.
"Wait, you are?" Sora asks.
"Well, the King could be here so we gotta work together to look for him, for now!" Donald replies.
"Fine, I'll let you tag along…for now!" Sora huffs.
I smile and go over to pick up Donald from under his wings and hug him close to my chest.
"HEEY! PUT ME DOWN!" He shrieks.
I laugh, hugging his feathery body close.
"Oh you two, let's just forgive and move on! We're a team, and teams don't give up on each other!"
Goofy chuckles besides me.
"She's right! One for one and one for all!"
"Exactly!" I nod.
"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT!" Donald exclaims, "Could you just put me down!?"
I giggle and set him down to his webbed feet and pat his hat affectionately. A series of gorilla noises came from Tarzan.
"Apparently Tarzan was raised by the gorillas, communicating with him isn't easy, but he's learning." Jane chimes in.
"So he was speaking gorilla back there?" Sora turns to me. "Tarzan saved me from a leopard!"
"Ahh that's right, you two are looking for your friends?" Jane replied, she then gestured to a projector behind her. "Why don't you try this? Show these to Tarzan maybe you'll find the words he's been trying to say in the slides-oh what happened to them?"
I look over by the entrance of the tent and notice Clayton is gone.
"They must be lying around the camp somewhere!" Jane sighed.
"Well find them," I assure Jane, "Maybe we'll find our friends on the way!"
"Oh, that would be lovely!" Jane replies, "Also, don't mind Clayton. He is not a bad person, just a bit impetuous."
I haven't known Clayton for an hour but Impetuous is not the word I would use.
(*)
"Well…I think this is all of the slides!"
I say, holding up a slide I just found in a cooking pot. Sora must have read my mind.
"How did a slide get into a cooking pot?" He asks.
I shrug. "Maybe Jane was cooking an-OW!"
I cried, holding the back of my head that was now throbbing. I look down by my shoe to see a banana.
"Falling bananas." I murmur, "Well…we are in a jungle."
Sora shakes his head as his keyblade appears in his hand.
"Nope. It's the heartless, and they're throwing bananas."
I turned to see a group of heartless, they danced in a mocking way and they were….monkey's. The only difference from a REAL monkey was that they didn't have glowing yellow eyes.
"I was wondering when they'd show up!"
I frown at our new company while wielding my keyblade.
"HURRY! LETS GET EM!" Donald shouts as he draws sparks from his staff, zapping a few of the monkey-heartless. Goofy barrels forward taking care of a few. I draw my blade out in front of me just as another banana comes flying my way. I duck and bolt to my right away from the heartless.
"Take that!" I smirk, but my victory was short lived as my foot makes contact with another banana peel. "AHH!"
My feet slip up from under me and I fall hard onto my backside. The munny that I've collected from previous heartless poured out of my pockets. The monkey-heartless chattered as they danced over to me.
"Back off!" Sora yells, racing to my side.
He strikes them with his blade, making them disappear instantly. Goofy hurries over with an outstretched hand, I smile and accept it gratefully as he pulls me up to my feet.
"These fellas sure are pesky!" He states.
"You said it!"
I smile as I bend down to recollect all my munny, plus the bonus that the heartless have dropped.
"Let's bring these slides back to Jane!" Sora says, "Maybe we can understand Tarzan better!"
(*)
"Well, Tarzan?" Jane asks, as she clicks to the next slide on the projector.
"Have you seen Riku? Or Alice?" Sora asks Tarzan.
My eyes shift over to the projection screen. The last slide revealed this beautiful castle, with clean stone, well the first half of it. While the other half was what resembled a distorted factory, dead thorns had grown on the walls of the factory. Surrounding the twisted bastion was a luscious garden with vibrant colors from every flower and encircling the gardens were these beautiful fountains. The more I observed this slide the more familiar this place seemed….
"Thank you" The blue haired lady said to the big mouse beside me, she knelt down in front of us with a smile as bright as the sun. Her eyes were the same color as her hair.
"My name is Aqua. I train under Master Eraqus." She was talking to the big mouse who saved me from those monsters, he helped her fight too!
"I'm Mickey!" The mouse replied, "I used to be Yen Sid's apprentice! I came back to him for some more training! Let's join forces! OH!"
Suddenly, a bright white light surrounded Mickey and took him away in the air, he had then disappeared and we could only hear his voice.
"See ya real soon!" He called out from below as he floated away.
I rub the stems of the flowers I picked, they were ticklish against my fingers. I smile up at Aqua as I push the flowers toward her.
"Oh! Are these for me!?" She looks at me, smiling..
"Yeah!" I nod, "I picked you these flowers for saving me!"
"Kairi!"
"Huh!?"
I look up at Sora, dazed from my current daydream. Sora, Jane, Donald, and Goofy were looking at me with concern.
"Are you okay Kairi?" Sora asks, he rubs my arm gently.
"Uh….yeah….sorry, this place…" I point at the castle on the screen, "It just seems familiar…."
"Familiar!? How?" Donald asks.
How could I explain the sudden daydream I had? Or was it a memory? The mouse ... .and that woman, Aqua. Were they real?
"Uh…I'm not sure…" I say, instinctively placing a hand over my heart. "Just a feeling…"
"Well, about your friends," Clayton says, as he appears inside the tent. "That leaves just one place, we've been in the jungle for some time now. But we have yet to encounter these friends of yours. I'd wager they're with the gorillas, but Tarzan refuses to take us to them."
Jane frowns.
"Really, Mr. Clayton. Tarzan wouldn't hide-"
"Gorillas!" Tarzan nods, "Tarzan go see Kerchaik."
"Tarzan, are you sure? Who's Kerchaik?" Jane asks.
"He must be the leader! Perfect, I'll go along as an escort. After all, the jungle is a dangerous place." Clayton grinned at us. I don't know why but something about it was very unsettling.
"I wish I could go too." Jane sighs, "But the gorillas are wary of strangers, so the smaller the group, the better. Perhaps you'll find them up in the treetops!"
"Excellent." Clayton's grin grew wider.
Something seemed off about him, It just didn't add up. Why would Alice and Riku be hanging around a bunch of gorillas?
(*)
The air seemed to get more humid the deeper we traveled into the forest. Clayton and Tarzan were already climbing up the ivy vines as we reached the swampy area. We haven't hiked very far and I was already drenched with sweat, as the day went on the hotter the temperature got.
There were warm days on Destiny Islands but nothing like this. At least we had the benefit of the ocean's breeze.
"WOW IT'S HOT!" Sora moans, I look over at him to see him kicking off his shoes.
"Hey! Nobody wants to smell your stinky feet!" I giggle, as I pinch my nose shut with my fingers.
Donald and Goofy cringe as they look at Sora's yellow shoes.
"Well, maybe if I soak my feet they wouldn't be so stinky!"
Sora tosses his socks by his shoes and plops to the edge of the lake.
"Well, what about the gorillas?" Goofy asks.
"Hey, we've been working hard! We can take five!" Sora replies, sticking his feet into the water. He tilts his head back and closes his eyes. "Ahhh…."
I giggle as I step over to him.
"That good?"
"Mmmhhmm."
This gave me an idea.
"Well, how about this?"
I nudged his back with my foot, knocking Sora off balance and sending him forwards toward the water. His eyes snap open as he falls into the lake. Droplets of water spray my face and clothes from his splash, the water was refreshing.
"Kairi!" Sora sputters, as he emerges from the surface. His brown spikes damp and covered his entire face. Donald, Goofy, and I begin to laugh.
"I figured you could cool off!" I shrug.
"Yeah…true…"
Before I can react, he grabs my ankle and pulls me into the lake. I squeal as my body plunges into the lake. The water is brisk as I submerge, it washes away all the sweat from my body. I swim up to the surface and sigh, Sora is grinning at me.
Sora floats to the edge of the lake where I stood.
"Now it's your turn!"
"Well? How do you like that?"
I tip on my back, allowing the water to bring me afloat. The sun above peeks from behind the thick leaves of the many different trees that encircle the lake around us.
"Love it! Nothing like a good swim!" I smile, feeling the warm sun as it dries my damp face. "Good call on the five minute break!"
"You know…"
I look over at Sora as he swims over to me, I giggle as he gathers me in his arms. "This world is a lot like home! The fruits, the water, all the climbing trees…"
"Oh Sora? Are you home sick?" I tease.
"Huh? No! No! I was just making a connection!" He sputters, his eyes big behind his damp spikes.
"Oh good! Cause then, I'd have to do this!"
I smack my hand down on the water, creating a big wave that hits Sora right in the face.
"HEY!"
He grabs at my arm, I squeal and kick my legs frantically creating more waves around us.
"I DIDN'T even take my shoes off! They're going to be soaked!"
"Uh…guys?"
"Huh!?"
Sora and I both look up at Donald and Goofy. I felt bad for forgetting they were there. Sora just has that effect on me, when we're together it's like the world around us disappears.
"We should probably get going! Tarzan and Clayton'll be lookin' for us!" Goofy says bashfully, while Donald huffs and taps his webbed foot impatiently.
This makes me flush.
"Sorry guys!"
Sora and I exchange wide grins before we reach up for the edge, only to nearly fall back into the lake as the sound of a gunshot explores through the air.
(Sora's Pov)
The four of us hurried to the treetops. The air was so humid by the time we got to Clayton, Kairi and I were nearly dry. A few gorillas scampered off in a panic, some were hiding behind overgrown plants while Tarzan was trying to confront them. There was one dark gorilla who seemed to be glaring at Tarzan.
"Wait, Kerchaik please!"
"WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA!?" Donald shouts from behind him.
I looked over at Clayton to see him holding his rifle, which was aimed at the gorillas. He looked at Donald then at me with a panicked expression. Like a kid who just got caught stealing candy.
"You don't understand. I was only trying to…..ah…a snake slithered by, you see I saved that poor gorilla's life!"
"I KNEW you were hunting the gorillas!" Kairi cried, she turned on her heel and took off down the grassy path.
(*)
"Now Miss. Porter, as I told you I was not aiming at the gorillas…" Clayton explained quickly to Jane.
Kairi had hurried back to Jane's tent to share the news. She was standing behind Jane with a furrowed brow.
"He was!" Kairi stated, "You could see it written all over his face!"
Jane scowled at Clayton.
"You are not to go near the gorilla's again!"
"All over one mishap?" Clayton chuckles nervously.
Jane ignores him and places a hand on Kairi and I's shoulder. "Let us go." She says, "I cannot bare to look at him."
I looked over at Clayton from behind my shoulder, he sneered at me and gave me a little wave. Could he have kidnapped Alice? Or was he just after the gorilla's?
As we step outside we're greeted by an entire hoard of heartless. They were everywhere, on the tables, tents, and even by the forest entrance blocking our escape. There must have been hundreds.
"HEARTLESS!" Donald cries.
"Oh, this is bad!" Kairi cries.
"The gorilla's!" Jane cries, "We must help them!"
"Sora! I can take Jane to the tree tops!' Kairi says, "I'll protect us on the way! Donald and Goofy cane come with us, you and Tarzan can take the heartless!"
I didn't like the idea of separating but it was the only way for the gorillas to be safe.
"Okay, be careful." I say before turning to Tarzan, "Are you ready?"
Tarzan screeches and holds out his spear in front of him. The two of us hasten toward the heartless, clearing them out one by one. I fight off a smile as I side step a banana peel, it instantly reminds me of Kairi. Tarzan lets out an animal like hollar as he darts at the last few heartless, striking them each with his spear. I hunch over as I catch my breath.
"I think that's all of them…" I say, Tarzan turns to face me his eyes growing wide.
"Sora! Look out!"
I turn to see the leapord who tried attacking me earlier. A low growl grumbled from its throat as it stalked toward us.
"Sabor!" Tarzan cried.
Sabor. That must be its name.
Tarzan inches cautiously toward Sabor to strike it across the face with the edge of his spear. Sabor staggered back, giving us an angry snarl.
I side step around the vicious wild cat warily, but it seemed to have read my ever move. Sabor turned to lunge at me, I managed to dodge but not fast enough to escape its claws. I wince as they graze my calf, I could feel my leg start to sting and moisten with blood.
Tarzan struck it from the side while it had its focus on me. Sabor snapped in his direction and swiped at him, I bolted at Sabor and struck it on the head with the tip of ny blade.
Sabior groans, I watch its eyes roll to the back of its head before it collapses.
"Right…." I gasp, as I fumble in my shorts pockets for a potion to cure my wound. "Let's meet up with Kairi and Jane!"
Tarzan nods and takes off toward the tree tops.
I turn to look over at Sabor but it was gone.
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A/N: Soooo yeah, I decided to add some of Kairi's forgotten memories. I had to! Kairi needs more spotlight she has SO much potential, maybe it's an unpopular opinion but I LOVE Kairi, and I really enjoy writing her! Let me know your thoughts! :)
(I do NOT own the artwork! If anyone knows please tell so I can credit them!)
(Kairi's POV)
The ground thundered and rattled beneath my feet the closer the heartless got. It marched toward us as it swung its clubs around in each hand.
"YOUR LEFT!" I scream at Sora, as a big gulf of fire waves in his direction.
Sora dodges and it strikes the curtains behind him, immediately setting them ablaze. Out of frustration, the heartless swung one of its long spindly arms down onto the pink table, where the two potions were. They clattered and rolled on the floor along with the table that thudded loudly as it met contact with the marbled floor.
"STAY SEPARATE" Sora yells from behind the collapsed table. "He's not very fast! We can take him!"
I nod in agreement.
"Let's go for his torso! Maybe that's his weakness, like the other one back in Traverse Town!" I add.
"AEROGA!" Donald commands, casting a spell from his staff.
A clear wide bubble burst out from the tip of his staff and floated toward the heartless. It then split into two, as the two bubbles floated at the two clubs in the heartless' hands and absorbed them. Trapping them inside.
"Oh wow!" I couldn't help but admire the magic, and the pretty shine to the bubbles before they disappear. It must have been some sort of air spell? Or maybe gravity?
The heartless stomped its feet angrily, not so pleased with the magic, but this was our chance.
"NOW! While it's distracted!" I shout over to my companions.
I watch as Goofy charges at the heartless with his shield up in front of him, he ran up against its legs with all force in attempt to knock it off balance. Donald threw more spells its way as Sora and I race toward the table. It was enormous in comparison to us. Probably the size of a collapsed building.
Sora and I climb up the table, using its legs for a boost up to the center. It was hard to find my balance at such an odd angle, considering we were standing on the thin side of the rounded center.
I begin to swerve left and right violently, in attempt to finding my balance.
"WHOA!" I squeal, as I wave my arms around and nearly drop my keyblade.
The heartless sneers down at us, its eyes glowing with hatred. We were nearly the same height as it.
Sora grabs onto my wrist to stabilize me, I look at him.
"Ready?"
Sora nods, and in sync the two of us leap off the table, striking the heartless in the center. A bright orb of light explodes around us as the heartless dissapears.
"What a racket. How's a doorknob to get any sleep?"
I look over to see the doorknob frownung at us.
"Oh! Sorry, sir!" I offer him an apologetic smile.
The doorknob lets out another yawn before falling back asleep. He reminded me of Sora, nobdoy else I knew could fall asleep that face except for Sora.
A soft clatter came from behind, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Is that another heartless?" Sora asks from besides me.
I turn to see Donald holding up a colorful gummi block in his wing.
"Nope! It's a gummi!"
"It goes to our ship!" Goofy explains, "if we find more of these we can upgrade it!"
"Huh….the colors are pretty!" I reply.
Goofy chuckles. "This gummi ain't like others!"
"I'll hold onto it!" Donald says, tucking it into his jacket pocket.
My eyes catch a glimpse of something purple. I look up to see the Cheshire Cat, he was sitting on the table that has magically stood back up to its previous position.
"Splendid!" He praises us, "You're quite the heros! If you're looking for Alice, she's not here. She's gone! Off with the shadows, into the darkness!"
"NO!" I cry, "Why didn't you help her!?"
The Cheshire Cat only fades away, vanishing into thin air.
"We were too late…" I whisper, as tears blind my vision.
I feel Sora's arms around my waist as he hugs me from behind.
"It's not your fault, you saved her from the Queen! We'll find her!" He assures me, as he kisses the side of my head gently.
Donald clears his throat awkwardly.
"Let's go back to the gummi ship! Maybe she's in another world!"
"Well, we should probably let the Queen know before we leave!" Goofy chimes in.
Sora slowly releases me. "Alright, let's go quickly! W-"
He interrupts himself and looks over at the doorknob strangely.
"Sora?"
I follow his gaze to see that the doorknob and the rest of the door itself had become this large keyhole shape. Inside of the keyshape was the night sky and bright stars, it almost looked like a portal but not as sinister as the one behind Riku the night of the storm.
"What is that?" I ask.
"The keyhole!" Donald and Goofy say together.
"Quick, seal it with your keyblades!" Donald exclaims.
I summon my keyblade and walk over to the magical keyhole in front of us. Sora and I hold out our keys as two beams of bright light emerge from them and shoot at the keyhole. I watch in amazement as the bright light covers the stars and night sky inside the keyhole. Once it was completely covered, the entire keyhole disappears.
"The world is safe from darkness now!" Goofy cheers.
"Just as Leon said." Sora replies.
"Lets get to the Queen, we don't have time to waste!" I add.
(Sora's POV)
"YOU STILL HAVEN'T FOUND THE NEW SUSPECT!? SLOWPOKES!"
The Queen of Hearts huffs after we tell her everything. The white rabbit was by her side looking at Kairi wairly.
"The Queen is tired of waiting!" He says, I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes. Must be SO tough just sitting around all day.
"We will resume the trial once you capture the guilty party."
"But she's not guilty!" Kairi exclaims, "We gave you evidence!"
"I say she's guilty! SO she's guilty!" The Queen sneers.
"Who could've abducted Alice anyways?" One of the card soldiers murmured, he was standing over by the large bird cage that Alice and Kairi had been trapped in.
"Be gone you four!" The Queen waves a hand at us, "Don't you dare come back until you've found Alice!"
Kairi leans closer to me.
"As if we'd just give her away to them."
I smile and take her hand in mine.
"Come on, you. Let's see other worlds! We'll find Alice and Riku!"
"Hey, Donald! Maybe King Mickey is down there!" Goofy exclaims.
We've stopped in front of a grassy looking world covered in trees. My guess is a forest or a jungle.
"In a backwater place like that!?" Donald sneers, "No way! Let's move on!"
"What if Alice is there!?" Kairi asks.
"Yeah!" I chime in, "Or Riku? Let's check it out!"
Donald waves a wing at us impatiently. "Forget it! We're on an important mission!"
"That's not fair!" Kairi states, "You promised you'd help us find RIku!"
"We need to find our King!" Donald argues.c
"Just land!" I say, my patience was running thin.
"NO!"
That's it. He was about to find out that I can be just as stubborn.
I unfastened my seatbelt and hopped to my feet. Goofy and Kairi gasp as I grab at the tiller from Donald's wings.
"HEY!" He screeches, kicking his webbed feet angrily. "DON'T TOUCH THAT!"
"We're landing!" I declare, ignoring his squawks.
I thrust the tiller forwards, this sends the ship forwards and flying at a blinding speed.
"NOOOO!" Donald yelps.
The world engulfs us the more we descend. Large mossy trees and vines surround us, along with the world's bright natural light. I grunt as I yank the tiller upwards, it wasn't stopping. We were going at a blinding speed, at this rate we would crash if we didn't break.
"HOW DO YOU STOP THIS THING!?" I cry as I continue to jerk at the tiller desperately. I begin pressing some of the buttons on the dashboard in a panic. I could feel beads of sweat beginning to fall down my cheeks.
The four of us jump as a loud alarm goes off.
"Warning. Warning. Warning"
A robotic voice announces above us repeatedly.
"WE'RE GOING TO CRASH!" Goofy yelps.
"SORA!"
"Kairi! Stay seated!" I yell, practically sitting in Donald's lap.
He screeches and swats at me as I continuously press at buttons. "DONALD, HELP!"
The doors to the gummi ship swoosh open, inviting in a monstrous heavy wind. I felt my hair and clothes begin to blow wildily.
THWACK!
The ship hits a tree, the ship starts to spin on impact.
Kairi screams from behind me. I turn to my horror to see her get blown out from the ship's door. She had took her seatbelt off.
"KAIRI! NO!"
I couldn't loose her.
I release the tiller and hurry toward the doors. I stumble and sway from the heavy winds, grabbing onto the seats for support. Was she okay? What if she didn't survive the fall? The ship jerked as it hit another tree lurching me toward the open doors. I grab at the handle of the open door, hanging onto it tightly. My feet dangled behind me, our descend was picking up speed by the second.
"STOP THE SHIP DONALD, DO SOMETHING!" I scream.
"IT'S TOO LATE! WE'RE GONNA CRASH!"
I feel my grip slip from the handle.
"SORA!" Goofy yells.
I squeeze my eyes shut as the wind sucks me out of the gummi ship. The sound of the wind was monstrous as I fell through the air. My foot caught onto something hard stopping breaking my fall, I didn't dare open my eyes as I make contact with the hard ground.
A/N: So sorry for the wait, I've been sick. I will try to post the next chapter this weekend!
The rabbit hole took us down to an oddly wide room. What was even more peculiar was that there was actual furniture floating.
"Whoa!" Sora cries, ducking his head as a lamp floats towards him.
The fortunate thing was that we were falling slowly but that could be from Donalds magic, as he mentioned before we would survive the fall no matter how far it is.
"Where are we?" I wonder. Not specifically looking for an answer.
I land perfectly on my feet as if I were stepping off an escalator. As soon as the four of us have landed safely on the ground, a white rabbit wearing glasses, a red coat, a yellow button up shirt with a red bow tie, and gray pants runs in our direction panting.
"Oh my fur and whiskers! I'm late!" The rabbit cries, as he waddles closer to us. "The Queen will have my head for sure!"
He dashed by us, gasping loudly. I wasn't surprised since I was getting used to talking to dressed animals at this point.
"Maybe he knows where we are!" Sora says, answering my previous question. "Come on!"
The four of us hurried after the rabbit running through a teal colored room, then to a large pink room. In the corner was a dark pink bookshelf next to a window seat. Across from the window seat, on the other side of the room was a dark pink fireplace. Was this the white rabbit's house? Or just a house? So many questions.
The rabbit didn't seem to notice that we were following him. He ran right across the room, muttering and complaining to himself before he opened a small door at the far end of the room and shutting it loudly behind him. It was the smallest door I've ever seen, possibly around two feet high.
"How did he get so small?" Sora asks, as the four of us crouch to our knees to peer closely at the door.
The doorknob had a face. The nose was actually the knob of the door. Above the knob were its eyes that were closed and below it was its mouth that was snoring quietly.
"How bizarre!" I murmur, as I observe the doorknob closely. "The rabbit did seem to get smaller before he left through this door!"
I reach forwards and grab at the doorknob and twist it in an attempt to open it. This causes the doorknobs eyes to snap open, startling us all.
"HEY!"
I yelp out of surprise and fall back against Sora.
"And you're all simply too big." The doorknob remarks, he wiggles his nose and blinks his eyes rapidly.
"IT TALKS!?" Donald screeches.
I couldn't help but giggle.
"Says the talking duck himself!"
"HEY!" Donald shouts, shooting me a sour look.
"Must you be so loud?" The doorknob yawns, "I'm trying to nap…"
His eyelids begin to flutter.
"Wait!" Sora cries, I crawl out of his lap so he can lean closer to the doorknob. "What do we have to do to get small!?"
"Why don't you try the bottle….over there…" The doorknob drawls, his eyelids closing shut.
I look behind my shoulder at a pink round table in the middle of the room. Was it there before? I couldn't remember, but in the center of the table were two bottles. One orange and one blue.
"How do we know which one is the right one?" I ask, as we all rise to our feet.
"Well, I guess we'll just have to try them both!" Goofy replies.
"But isn't this strange?" I picked up the blue bottle cautiously, "These bottles could be filled with poison for all we know…"
I pop off the lid and bring it under my nose. Fortunately it had no odor, like rotten eggs or garlic. It smelled like juice.
"I think we may be in the clear." I add.
"Do potions heal us if we're poisoned?" Sora asks Donald.
"Yup!" Donald replies, "That's why I wasn't questioning it."
I smirk. "Out of habit I guess! Someone had to make sure all those tree stumps and wooden planks were secure back on our island!" My eyes met with Sora's.
He grins. "It's true!"
"Okay, here it goes…" I say, tipping the bottle against my lips, the liquids are sweet and tasted like a variety of juices the more I drank from it.
"Well!?" Donald asks impatiently.
"It has a variety of flavors but…" I pause to look down at my feet. "I don't feel any different! I look about the same size!"
"Let me see that!"
Sora takes the bottle from my hand and chugs from it.
"Not too much!" I cry.
Sora crinkles his nose as he sets the bottle back on the table.
"Huh…I taste…cherries, apples, and blueber-AH!"
My head meets the ceiling with a hard THUNK!
"Goodness!" I cry, rubbing at the back of my head that was now throbbing.
I look at Sora to see he's grown the same height as me, I wince as he smacks his head on the ceiling as well. I look down to see Donald and Goofy staring up at us with alarmed expressions.
"Sora! Kairi!" Goofy exclaims, he sounds so faint from up here.
"You guys are giants!" Donald yells.
"Well, then the blue one isn't it!" Sora grumbles. His spiky hair folded over his eyes, as it was scrunched up from the ceiling.
"Then it must be the orange one!" I exclaim, holding out my hand. It was gigantic.
"Goofy! Can you please hand me the orange bottle!?"
Goofy nods, grabbing the orange bottle from the table before tossing it into my hand. It was about the size of a paperclip as it lay in my open palm. Quickly, I sip from the orange bottle before handing it over to Sora.
"Careful!" I warn, followed by a hiccup.
And that's when the world blurred around me as I flew closer to the ground. I squeal as my body shrinks rapidly to about a foot tall. Sora, Donald, and Goofy, looked like monsters in comparison along with the rest of the furniture in the room. It was like I had turned into a doll.
"Wow, Kairi!" Goofy chuckles. "You sure are small!"
"Drink from the orange bottle so we can catch up to the white rabbit!" I yell at them.
Once the four of us were at the preferred one foot height, we were able to get through the door with the doorknob face. Past the doorknob led us to the outdoors. The white castle that we spotted before we landed in this world was in clear view now. Harshed voices could be heard from behind the tall hedges in front of the castle.
"The court finds the defendant ... .guilty as charged! For the crimes of assault and attempted theft of my heart. OFF WITH HER HEAD!"
"Oh no, please!" Another voice cried, this one sound younger and had an elegant accent.
I turn to look over at Sora, Donald, and Goofy.
"A trial?" I whisper.
"She doesn't seem guilty…" Sora says. "I bet you the heartless are here! We should help her!"
"But we can't mud….uh…" Goofy sputters, looking over at Donald helplessly. "Muddle?"
"MEDDLE!" Donald yells impatiently.
Sora and I hush him. Donald and Goofy were right, and we didn't know the situation but somewhere in my heart was telling me to help this girl. Instinctively I had already started to walk away from the others and towards the tall hedges.
"Kairi, wait!" Sora whispers loudly from behind me.
I bolt past the hedges and right to where the trial was being held. It indeed was set like an actual courtroom. There were wooden seats that encircled around the defendants stand, where a blonde girl dressed in a blue dress and white tights stood. Standing behind a tall desk in front, was a large woman with dark hair pulled back in a tight bun, wearing a black and red dress, and on her head was a crown. She must be the Queen.
Once her eyes spotted me standing by the blonde girl, she scowled, her face growing red from anger.
"AND WHO ARE YOU!?" She sneers at me.
The blonde turns to look at me curiously as Sora, Donald, and Goofy catch up to me. There was some sort of light force that had me step closer to the girl, in my heart I had the sudden urge to protect her. As if the two of us had known each other our entire lives.
"She isn't guilty, your majesty." I answer, "There are these creatures everywhere…they are the ones you're looking for."
"Nonsense!" The Queen scoffed, "have you any proof!?"
Has she not been around? There was proof everywhere. Or have the heartless not shown up to this world yet?
"I know it sounds crazy, but they're everywhere, your highness." I reply, choosing my words carefully. I've only known this Queen for a few minutes but I could already tell she was short-tempered.
I glanced over to see a few cards by her, like actual playing cards but they were oversized and like the doorknob, they had faces. Each one held a lance, the top accessory matched their card shape.
"Perhaps your card soldiers here have seen them."
My suggestion causes the Queen to slam her big fists on the desk in front of her violently.
"WELL! UNTIL YOUR FRIENDS CAN PROVE TO ME YOU'RE NOT LYING AND THAT ALICE IS INNOCENT, YOU TWO WILL BE LOCKED UP!"
She looks at the card soldiers and gestures to Alice and I.
"WAIT!" Sora cries behind me, as one of the cards grabs my arms roughly from behind. "KAIRI!"
Sora hurries over to me only to be pushed back by another card soldier.
"WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA!?" Donald yells at the card, as Goofy gasps from beside him.
A hearts card grabs Alice and ushers her toward a large black bird cage that sat vacantly next to the Queens stage. The card soldiers tossed us both into the cage, locking it tightly from behind. I turn on my knees to see Sora knocking the cards out of his way, his spikes bounce wildly as he hurries over to me with a frantic expression on his face.
"Kairi!"
Sora is in front of me from behind the bars of the cage, on his knees looking at me with wide anxious eyes.
"Bring me the evidence of Alice's innocence and I shall set her and your girlfriend free!" The Queen declared from her stage. "Fail and it is off with their heads! You've got two hours, boy!"
I peered as far as I could to see the Queen waddle off the stage, with a few of her card soldiers behind her.
"Who are you?" Alice asks besides me.
"I'm Kairi, this is my boyfriend, Sora and our friends, Donald and Goofy. It's crazy but we're from other worlds."
"Pleased to meet you, though I do wish we were in a better situation, I'm sorry you got caught in this nonsense." Alice says apologetically. We look over at Sora who is frantically pulling at the lock and tapping at it with his keyblade.
"I don't get it, Leon said that this key can open all locks! Why is this one not budging!?"
"Guess we'll have to find evidence!" Goofy suggests as Donald shrugs.
"Hey…" I reach my hand out, slipping it between the bars the best I could, Sora looks at me taking my fingers in his hand instantly.
"It will be okay, I promise." I say, "You go with Donald and Goofy, find any trace of heartless. I'll think of a way to get Alice and I out of here."
Sora sighs. "I just hate to leave you like this…."
"We don't have much time, I'll be okay." I reassure him with a smile, "Sora, I believe in you."
"Okay, I'll be back as soon as I can."
Sora brings my fingers to his lips before he gently sets them back in the cage. He then looks at Donald and Goofy. "Alright guys, let's go!"
I watch the three as they take off past the hedges and through some overgrown lotus. We were going to get out of here.
"Oh dear, we're really trapped, aren't we?"
I turn to Alice grinning. "Nope! It just happens that I have this!"
I took out a bobby pin from my skirt pocket and held it up for her to see. She looks at me baffled.
"Well, what will that do?"
"It will get us out of here! We just have to make sure nobody is watching us!" I explained, "Could you keep watch for me?"
I lean forward as I bend the pin outwards, stretching it to give myself more room to place it inside the lock.
"Of course! I'm quite good with distractions as well!" Alice replies, she scoots closer to me. "Where did you learn to do that?" Her bright blue eyes watch my hands as I work the lock.
I smile.
"Living on an Island, you learn a thing or two!"
"An Island?" Alice repeats, her blue eyes grow wide.
"Yup! Destiny Islands, although I'm originally from another world but...I haven't a clue where."
"How dreadful!" Alice sighs, "I do hope you find it, perhaps once we get out of this mess!"
"Thanks, Alice." I smile, "How did you get on trial anyways!?"
I maneuvered the lock slightly to the right, the pressure was beginning to lighten.
"I'm wondering the same thing." Alice shakes her head, "I asked the Cheshire cat how to get home and told me to ask the Queen, so I did and I was arrested."
CLICK!
Alice and I both gasp as the lock slips off and lands into the grass below. I look warily at our surroundings. The spade card soldier who was supposedly supposed to be watching us, was fast asleep leaned up against a tree snoring loudly.
I look over at Alice.
"We're going to have to be very quiet." I point at the sleeping guard.
Alice nods and follows me as we crawl out from the birdcage. My back already ached despite our brief time in there. Fortunately the Queen was nowhere in sight. The court area remained empty. We got lucky.
"Come on," I whisper, taking Alice's hand in mine. The two of us tiptoed past the sleeping soldier and toward the oversized lotus.
The white rabbit jumped out from the hedges to our right, I nearly screamed out of surprise. Thankfully I didn't.
"No one's EVER questioned the Queen of Hearts judgment of trial before!" The rabbit said much too loudly. Alice and I hushed him. I look frantically around us, to my relief the card soldier was still fast asleep.
"The Queen's word is law here!" The rabbit jabbers on, with the same loud tone.
"Alright!" I yell in a hushed whisper. "We get it!"
"Please, spare us!" ALice begs, "We won't tell anyone!"
The white rabbit sputters. "B-but the Queen! I must tell her! Or she'll have my head!"
I leap forward in an attempt to grab him, but he dashes off before I could touch him. He was too fast. Alice and I watch him in disbelief as he scurries across the lawn and toward the white castle.
"What do we do now!?" Alice whispers.
"We run! Come on, we have to find Sora!"
I take her hand and guide her toward the lotus forest.
(Sora's POV)
"Well, I believe we found all the evidence!: I say, holding up two pairs of antennas that the heartless have dropped. It wasn't difficult to find since this world is full of heartless as well.
"We'd better bring this to the Queen so she'll release Kairi and Alice!" Goofy says.
"Yeah, we have about a half hour left." I replied, "Do you guys remember the way back?" I look around the oversized lotus around us. It was like a maze, everywhere looked the same!
"Uhh…" Donald and Goofy both drawled.
"I'm shure we'll find our way!" I reassure my new friends. "At least now we can save Kairi and Alice!"
"Don't be so sure!" A mischievous voice taunts.
I turn nearly jumping out of my skin, as I see a floating smile in front of me. Just a pair of grinning white teeth. It was the Cheshire Cat. We had ran into him earlier when we first arrived in the forest. Slowly, his eyes and nose appeared in view along with the rest of his body.
"Time is ticking!" He says in a sing-song voice before he fully vanishes.
"I've always hated cats!: Donald huffs, stomping his webbed foot impatiently.
"Come on, let's try and retrace our steps." I suggest, my eyes spot a specific moss covered log. "Hey, that log looks familiar! Let's head down that path and see where it takes us!"
Donald and Goofy nod and follow me down the path. The sun was getting lower behind the lotus stems, we were running out of time. I hope that Kairi was okay.
"Come on guys, we have to hurry! The Queen won't give Kairi or Alice any mercy!"
I round the corner of a big lotus stump and end up crashing into something, knocking over on impact. I stumble and sputter out of surprise, nearly losing my balance.
"SORA! It's Kairi!" Donald exclaims.
To my relief, it WAS Kairi.
"Kairi! How did you get out of that cage?" I ask, as I bend over to help her up to her feet.
She shrugs.
"Luck, I guess! I was able to pick the lock with a bobby pin!' She replies, her voice hoarse from running. "But that's not important! Alice is gone!"
I frowned.
"She didn't escape with you?"
Kairi shook her head impatiently.
"She was! We were in this forest looking for you, she was right next to me! I look away for a moment and she's gone!"
"Maybe one of the Queen's card soldiers took her!" I suggest.
"Let's head back to the courtyard, I know the way!" Kairi replies, taking my hand.
It was a relief that someone knew.
The Queen was at her stand waiting for us. The card soldiers scowled when they noticed Kairi beside me.
"Where is Alice?" The Queen demands.
"She's not here!?" Kairi asks in disbelief.
"If she WAS, why would I be asking?" The Queen hissed.
"She must have been kidnapped!" Donald suggests.
The Queen's face grows very red. As red as an apple, her dark brows scrunch up in disgust.
"YOU FOOLS! FIND OUT WHO'S BEHIND THIS NOW! I DON'T CARE HOW!"
"At least take the evidence…." I say, placing the antennas on the defendants stand.
The Queen didn't seem pleased.
"FIND ALICE! THEN I SHALL DECIDE IF SHE'S GUILTY OR NOT! BUT AS FOR YOU!" She points at Kairi with a wide finger. "I'm feeling generous today, I'll forgive you for the fact you've escaped, BUT you BETTER find Alice or it will be your HEAD!"
Yeah, like I'd EVER let that happen.
Kairi nods poliety.
"Yes, your majesty." She then turns to me. "Maybe she's in the bizarre room hiding from the guards! Let's check!"
The Cheshire cat was lounging on the pink table once we entered the bizarre room where we drank the potions and met the doorknob. The Cheshire cat greeted us with one of us wide mischievous grins.
"You'll see the shadows soon. They'll arise in this room. Are you prepared for the worst?
A loud rattling sound came from above. The five of us looked up to see a tall lanky monster staring down at us with five rows of glowing yellow eyes. He hung from the ceiling like a spider before he leapt down to the ground in front of us, landing perfectly on two feet.
It had a total of ten eyes. Its head was made of several segments and alternating colors of red and black. In each of its spindly arms it held a pair of purple clubs. Its yellow eyes glowered as it towered over at us, slowly marching over to us menacingly. It's arms swinging the clubs in perfect sync.
"Maybe he took Alice!" Kairi whispered, as the four of us backed up from the monster slowly, as we summoned our weapons. It seemed that whenever there was danger our keyblades knew when to come to us.
The Cheshire cat giggled.
"Maybe! Maybe not! Battle it and find out!"
Then he was gone.
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A/N: WOWZA. I haven't written a chapter this long in ages! Please forgive me but I will be making their visit in Wonderland 2 different chapters and probably for the rest of the other worlds! There is so much to add! I appreciate you all for reading and being patient! Until next time!
