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So, I can’t show what I’m happy about getting? I get the tags, and my apologies, but I saved for a year, and I don’t need you getting mad at me for simply showing what I saved for a year for.
CW: Improper use of magic, mentions of drugging, allusions to manipulation, obsession, brainwashing (?), murder, tyrant! Riddle, Dream Riddle + Real Riddle are connected, NOT Yuu. No use of Reader, Y/N, or anything. GN! Terms. Kafkari actually released this, let me know what you think of it😔
A/N: …uh. Hi guys! I finished the first part finally. Thank you to those who waited, and those that are new! I hope you enjoy!!
Word Count: 5.4K words.
PROLOGUE - Night Raven College
Ding!
The bell through the academy rang, sounding the chorus of kids sighing from exhaustion and excitement. Finally, the joy of being able to go to their dorms, and not having to worry about school for a couple of days. With certain exceptions of course. Like some worked, or even did homework.
You, however, sighed. Weekends were never as simple as a job at the Monstro Lounge or just homework to you in this world. Crowley always had a way to make use of you. After all, you’re not supposed to be alive in this world. Crowley provided all your necessities.
‘That man.. such a pain in my ass. Always wants more, yet I get nothing in return.’
You think with exhaustion. Tiredness slips through the cracks of your bones, and you feel the mental strain on your brain as Ace and Grim argue behind you.
‘These two never truly shut up. They always bicker and argue. It’s over the dumbest shit too.’
The only one who noticed something off was poor Deuce. He was such a great friend, and had great with any emotional, including emotional intelligence, but when you needed help with academics.. not the person to go to. Although still a sweetheart.
Deuce gave you a sympathetic pat on your shoulder, and you walked away with Grim. Exhaustion clear as day as you walked through the halls of Night Raven College. Just as you were about to walk out however, Crowley, the ever abominable man, scares you.
“Hey, there you are! I need a quick favour from you, kid.”
And that’s how you ended up cleaning the school, free of charge, (other than some sneaked food from the canteen for Grim and you), and without Crowley somehow not getting a single report on abuse of students.
‘Seriously, does no one notice this stupid crow that just.. does nothing?’
You were tired. Not just of school, but the endless promises. No matter how many times everyone says they will.. ‘help’, you have given up on most of the empty handed promises. The possibility that there even is a chance to go home, is the only thing keeping you motivated to go to the school. To wait hours as you watch students go home to THEIR families.
You wanted that freedom. That freedom to see the people you love the most. You wish that was you. The person who could be coddled once more. But alas, the people who beg will only remain in a loop if they stay stuck on the same path.
So, you sigh, and walk your way back to Ramshackle. The air is damp outside, and the rain batters against the ground. Great. Just what you wanted.
You walk with your head down towards Ramshackle, but before entering, the sunset was still out. At least in no matter what world you were in, even the tiny things still remained, one being the beauty of the sky. The clouds, although prevalent, the sunset stills manages to crack through the clouds.
‘It’s almost like a metaphor. Even through ugly times, a beauty shines through.’
You crack a small smile and a small huff before entering inside.
Once inside the dust filled building, you place your backpack on your table, and you make your way towards the kitchen, opening a can of tuna for Grim.
“Henchman, are you not going to eat?”
You hear Grim ask as you grab your textbook for homework. God, even in a different world, homework sucks. At least you weren’t too bad at it, however. Most of the time, Ace helped you with this stuff.
You shake your head at Grim. You felt like if you responded, you would cry. So, you walk up the stairs, go into your bedroom, and close the door. You open the textbook, and begin to study.
Minutes went by, and the clock ticked. Yet, you didn’t follow the rhythm that they call sleep. You continued to look at the book, and write down answers.
You decided to take a break. You grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen, and drank it.
“Perhaps I should drink more water, I was more thirsty than I thought.”
You say with a sigh, and take a couple blinks, before opening your eyes-
And you’re back outside, with a white rabbit in front of you. It wore a.. suit? With a clock? What the hell was going on? You pinch your skin, and you feel the pain- or was it phantom pain? One of those things.
You were confused. What is going on, and why does this.. bunny look so familiar? The glasses, the eyes, the outfit, wait-
Trey? Trey Clover? You mean the vice house warden of Heartslabyul is a RABBIT?! Just what is going on? Look, you weren’t the bestest of friends with him, but you would consider him a good friend. But going back to the situation at hand. Why the FUCK is he a RABBIT?!
“Trey!”
You call out, and the rabbit looks at you in stress, replying with a stressed smile,
“Not right now, questions later, the Queen needs me-!”
But ‘Trey’, or who you assume is.. something like Trey from your world considering he responded and reacted, looks at you in shock, and anticipation? Maybe even relief?
“You.. the Queen will be delighted to see you!”
The rabbit says as he runs away. In confusion, and in a need of answers, you run after him, falling into the same pit as him.
You cover your head as you hit the ground, and look above. Above you, are pieces of floating furniture. Ranging from a rocking chair, to a wardrobe. You aren’t surprised by the furniture, as it is Twisted Wonderland, or.. atleast you believe it is. What you ARE surprised about is the change in your outfit.
The normal pyjamas that you usually wear to bed, are replaced with a suit similar to Night Raven College. Even though it is a suit, the material is gentle, and it feels like clouds. The inside of the suit was a white ruffled collar shirt, with a black bow tie. The pants were white, a black belt to keep them in place, and a blue blazer to complete the look.
“You know, this is slowly starting to remind me of-“
You pause with realization before continuing.
“Alice in Wonderland, and if I had to guess with the way my outfit looks, I would be Alice.”
You continue on with your rambling,
“And while I would say this is a dream, it almost feels too real to be a dream. The way I can feel the fabrics of my clothes, to the way this place looks, it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary. But.. with the sudden nature of this event, I would be wise to make the speculation that it is in fact a-“
You bump into a door amidst your rambling. Tall in stature, and quickly open it, to find another..
And another,
And another
And another-
“Sevens! How many doors are there?”
The last door was the size of your head, and so with a resigned sigh, you shove your way into the door like a cat, fitting past it with unexpected ease.
When you stand up, and brush off dust that clings to your white pants. You quickly look around. The room contains cookies, a door, and a table. So just when you get ready to start repeating Alices’ actions, the Rabbit calls out to you.
“Come quick! For the Queen does not like to be left waiting!”
‘Huh? This isn’t how the story goes?’
You can faintly recall that Alice has to go through this, but, with a resigned huff, you run over, ready to see what Alice in Wonderland will look like from your perspective.
CHAPTER 1 - Something Isn’t Right.
You walk behind ‘Trey’ as he begins to ramble, something about how his clock is 2 seconds behind and needs to get it fixed, but the words only go through one end of your ear to another.
Something doesn’t make sense. This isn’t how Alice in Wonderland goes. She wears a dress, while you’re wearing a suit. She goes through the trouble of the cookies, while Trey let you through the door with little to no convincing. Could it be that perhaps because you aren’t the “traditional” Alice..
That you are changing the story without even trying?
You are snapped out of your thoughts when you see two boys. Taller than you remember them being, around 5’10. The blue tufts of hair sticking out, and pieces of light blonde at the roots, with a spade over his left eye, while the other one had red hair, a heart over his right eye, and a cunning smile as he bickered with his friend. You know those people from anywhere, even from afar.
Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade.
You hold your breath for a second, before letting it out with a gentle exhale from your lungs. So, this is really what you think it is. You are in another reality of Alice in Wonderland, or at least another version of Alice in Wonderland. The main questions you have, however, are, “Am I drugged?”, and, “Is this delusion, or reality?”
The two boys continue to bicker as Trey tries to sneak through them. But no matter the timeline, you knew one thing about Ace, and that he is observant. Even if he doesn’t act like it, he can see when something is wrong, and is intelligent. He is excellent when knowing when something isn’t supposed to be there. Which is why it doesn’t surprise you when he turns his head when he hears you coming from behind.
“Oh? Deuce, look! It’s Trey and the-..”
Ace pauses. He makes eye contact with you, and his train of thought stops. God, don’t you know the amount of torture the Queen has put under the people of the Kingdom? The amount of searching that they ALL had to do? The Queen will be happy to hear that you are back-
But that doesn’t make up for the heads rolled. The amount of crimson that taints the walls of the castle, and the amount of threats and gloom the castle has been brought upon. So, Ace feels almost disgusted when he sees you, for the sole fact that if you hadn’t gone missing, then perhaps he wouldn’t have to see his fellow soldiers drop like flies.
After all, Ace takes family seriously, and after years of being the Queens messenger and soldier, everyone is family.
“And you.. Welcome back. We have missed you.”
He goes back to his clever act, the one everyone knew by, and bows before kissing your knuckles.
Deuce nods and smiles at Ace’s words once he realises who he was talking to. All you do is smile at Deuce, but when you look at Ace, you can’t help but be in discomfort, and realizing that his words were sarcastic, you tighten your smile in a tense manner, before Trey says,
“Come, let’s go you three! We can not leave the Queen waiting. The party is soon.”
The walk there is filled with bickering between the two boys, and the ticking of Trey’s watch. You continue to walk, and as Trey tugs your arm, you begin to walk faster. In the midst of this however, you can’t help but be confused from this storyline still. Who is the Queen they speak of? Everytime you think you have an idea of who it is, the name slips from your mind, and it repeats the cycle. God, this is worse than when you forget something in the middle of a test. At least you aren’t from this world, so your test doesn't have as much weight, but it still doesn’t make sense. Why can you not remember-?
Your eyes widen at the realization. Perhaps that is the case. The problem may be that you can’t remember because you are being restricted, but why, and more importantly, what? Something about this entire situation makes you feel.. off. Perhaps you should stay cautious. It is a magical place after all, anything could be restricting you from thinking about something you need.
“Yoohoo~! Are you alive?”
You don’t register the hand waving in front of your face until you hear the voice and the snap of fingers. Ace stood there with his tense smile again, while Deuce and Trey looked at you in concern.
You clear your throat and nod.
“My bad. I got lost in my thoughts. Was simply thinking.
Ace simply laughs while Deuce sighs and apologizes for his antics. You just shrug it off. Then, suddenly, Trey stops, and announces,
“We are here! Quick boys, join the rest of the soldiers! You, go sit down in the white chair.”
Trey says as you follow his orders. You find the white chair, and sit carefully on it. You watch as Ace and Deuce bicker over the roses. The can of paint sat beside their feet as they move and prance around. It almost looks like a dance between all the soldiers. To move gracefully and to paint the roses perfectly.
You notice how the air around you suddenly seems lighter, and how another tuft of ginger hair appears from your side.
“Oh my! Trey wasn’t lying! It really is you! The Queen.. Oh his joy will be so nice!”
Cater, who you know just from his personality and hair colour, shakes your shoulders. Cater, looking pleased, yet holding that same tension that Ace holds walks away with a newfound bounce in his step.
Meanwhile, your thoughts derail once again.
‘Queen? He? If it’s a guy, it should be a King, Right? Unless, does he choose to go by Queen? You know, Riddle is similar-”
You stop that train of thought. Riddle. Riddle Rosehearts was the Housewarden of Heartslabyul if you remember correctly. Although you don’t remember much about the shorter, hot tempered boy, you do remember how Ace would mention that when you came by, he was more lenient with you compared to the rest. Wait, but why can’t you remember? When you try to, you get a small ache in your head, almost as if it’s not meant to be something you bring into this conversation. Almost as if it doesn’t apply.
With everything going the way it is, does that mean Riddle is-?
You don’t get to finish your train of thought, as the instruments start to play, and Trey has you standing up, and in the centre of the grass. The click of heels hit the ground, and for once, the air is still, and finally you see him. The shortness of his red hair, and his crown is on his head. His eyes sharp and blue, and his stature, although short, remains confident and tall, until his eyes lay upon you.
His eyes sparkle and twinkle like a kid with candy, and he mutters under his breath.
“Trey is right. It truly is you.”
CHAPTER 2 - Twisted Alice.
Riddle can’t remember the last time he saw you, but he knows you’re as beautiful as the last time he saw you. The days where he would lay on his bed, reminiscing the days you had together. Roses were painted with the bodies of those who failed, a careful and ominous reminder of what the consequences would be if they lied.
Riddle remembers everything about you, from the shape of your lips, to the contour of your face and cheekbones, to even the shape of your eyes. God, your eyes. Your eyes remind him of flowers. So pretty, yet can be painful. Riddle finds you to be the most beautiful person he has ever seen. Beauty and the Beast be damned, you are truly the only rose that deserves to be protected by glass.
Riddle walks up to you, and gently hugs you. He missed this. The comfort of you in his arms. You were warm. A beautiful person indeed. He has seen the way you act with others, your demeanour careful with those who have kids. You were so careful with kids. He yearned for times like this again. Times where he could hold you in the firm embrace of his arms, and the parties, where you sat beside him.
“You are as beautiful as the day I lost you. Welcome back, My King.”
You freeze. You? Wait, but aren’t you supposed to be Alice? What’s going on? The story isn’t going the way it should be-! Wait. WAIT. Could your theory actually be right?
Are you changing the storyline of Alice in Wonderland? Redirecting it into a path of twisted fantasy and delusion. So not only is this YOUR version of Alice in Wonderland, but you are changing the story. Surely, this isn’t a dream though, right? Because, even though you don’t remember how you appeared in this world, you almost feel.. tethered to be here. Like you belong in this world. But no. If you truly did belong in this world, you look around for one thing in particular, yet you can’t find him.
“Come, let us go to the table.”
You follow Riddle with a nod of your head. Once again, you sit in the white chair, while he sits in the big red one. One of the soldiers pours you tea, and you can’t help but notice, now that you are somehow directly responsible for influencing the story, that instead of all of the soldiers being cards, some are humans too.
Although, you can’t find out for the life of you why Trey is the only one who is a Rabbit, or any animal. Well, that doesn’t change, you suppose. No matter the storyline, Trey remains stressed throughout it, and the one forced to carry out the baggage.
You laugh at the thought, and Riddle huffs gently. Although he won’t admit it, he is happy when you are. You are his favourite person. Not just his favourite, no. You are the most magnificent human he has ever met.
He pours your tea for you, and grabs you a cherry and chestnut tart, before placing it infront of you.
“You may eat those, my dear. It is a call for celebration that you have finally returned.”
You smiled, and thank him, before digging into the food.
Even if you have cherry jam on the corners of your mouth, Riddle thinks you are the most wonderful person he has ever met. You are simply a person with such a creative and wondrous mind. It is impossible for Riddle to be mad at you for long, if ever. He can’t let you know about that, no. He must remain the cold, and tyrant ruler he is.
“Riddle, where is Grim?”
You ask as you look for him before Riddle pauses, and replies with a careful,
“He ate earlier. He’s asleep right now, inside the castle.”
While everyone eats, the joyous sounds of cheers and laughs sounds throughout the hedgemaze of the area. For once, the world seems to be calm in this story, except for you. You feel like his words are a lie, but, surely your upperclassman (-or I guess your husband now?-) wouldn’t lie to you, right? So, you laugh with the rest, letting your guard loose for just a bit.
All good things must come to an end, and the more competitive the game is? The more players will get aggressive.
At first, it wasn’t that bad. They were doing okay, until they weren’t.
Riddle was getting frustrated with the players. In his flat opinion, they suck. They are horrible at following the rules, and they don’t know the order to go in! He gives them once more to prove themselves. After all, since you have been missing, not much Unbirthday Parties have ended in laughs and croquet, so perhaps they are just rusty.
You smile for a brief moment. Because while the original Queen would have wrecked havoc, Riddle is giving them another chance. Then you frown.
‘Perhaps he should loosen up a bit, however. He’s too hard on Ace and Deuce.’
While you watch Riddle and the rest, you feel a sudden brush of fur around your shoulder-.
Che’nya.
The purple hair with the dark rings around it, from the teasing touch of the claws, had no doubt made you realize who it was from the second you saw the colours. You remember him briefly from when he sometimes shows up at Heartslabyul to bug Trey and Riddle, but that’s about all.
“You know, there’s a way to leave this dream, and I can lead the way.”
You freeze. So you were right. This is all a dream, but, how is he aware, and second of all, are you that dumb that you were overthinking it, or is it that hard to tell?
“Wait, so you know-?”
Che’nya lets’ out a small laugh before continuing.
“Of course I did. I know this is a dream. But we need to get you out of here fast.”
You raise an eyebrow.
“Why? It’s just a dream after all, it’s not too worrisome, right?”
For once, the Cheshire male looks at you with a solemn look before continuing.
“If you stay too long? You won’t be able to go back. You’ll be stuck here forever, in your own Twisted Wonderland.”
CHAPTER 3 - Checkmates Out, Leaving is In.
You look behind you to fully face him, fear laced in your eyes, before facing the table once again, watching Riddle yell at Ace and Deuce for messing up at croquet again for what seemed to be the a thousandth time. That, however, was the least of your worries.
“If I don’t leave now, my escape to our world is gone.. forever? Just at the snap of a finger?”
The Cheshire male smiles.
“Yes. You need a special key, and I can help you get out of this dream. But I want a promise kept.”
“What is it?”
“When you leave? You don’t come back.”
You hesitate. It’s not that you don’t trust Che’nya, but it’s the atmosphere of the people. Not just in the game, but even when you arrived. They seem relieved, and happy. Some seemed annoyed, or even angry that ‘you’, or a version of you, left in the first place.
Whatever Riddle did to them while you were gone clearly has made them feel unsafe, and as the Ramshackle Prefect of Night Raven College, it is your job to help the people of the school, even if it is a dream-.
But is it TRULY your fault for something you didn’t know existed? Is it truly your fault that you let these “people”, and cards, and even animals, in pain and suffering that you had no idea about? Is it your fault that you sleep soundly most nights, having no idea of what happens in one dream that won’t ‘matter’?
No, it isn’t. But you can’t help but feel bad. You can’t help but feel tethered to the seat you are sat in. You sigh.
Perhaps, the you before was stuck in the same position. The same cycle, and they made the choice to leave. The choice to disappear as they knew this isn’t their home either.
You knew it wasn’t home. It wasn’t home when Ace, your best friend, treated you like a stranger, someone he could discard emotionally with the flick of his hand. It wasn’t home when you felt like a possession to be owned, rather than a person to be loved. When Riddle looked at you, you felt like an object. Something that, later, would be put into a cage. A cycle of danger, obsession, and psychotic behaviours that would no doubt be worse than anything in Twisted Wonderland.
This wasn’t the Riddle that you knew. Knowing that it was a dream made it easier, but he looked at you like you were a treasure to never be sold. A piece of jewelry to never to be worn in public.
A rose never to be taken out of its’ glass enclosure.
Perhaps knowing that, it made it easier to stand from the chair you sat in. Che’nya drops the key in your hands, carefully, as to not attract noise to you and him, and whispers,
“I’ll lead the way. Follow me.”
Just before you do though, you look at them once more. Not at Riddle, or Cater, even the strangers, you look at your friends, Ace and Deuce. They seemed.. happy. Content. They didn’t need you. Right.
But this isn’t your Ace and Deuce.
Sure, when you three met in this world, they were nice. Deuce did a polite smile. He offered to help you with what you need with a nod of his head. Meanwhile, Ace bowed with a kiss to your hand, even if he clearly didn’t like you in this Wonderland.
Yeah, they had their surface personalities in this world, with Deuce being the clumsy, ditzy, and polite gentleman, while Ace was clever and flirty. But it didn’t show any of their deeper personalities. Deuces’ carefulness towards things that are younger, or Aces protective streak when he notices you feeling ill.
You blink away the tears forming in your eyes, and with a shaky breath, you follow Che’nya. You sprint through the maze. Praying that no one noticed.
But perhaps, in the heat of the moment, you forgot Aces’ best thing. Observation.
“Riddle! The King left with the Cheshire!”
Ace says as he sees you two start to run. He faces Riddle and the entire place goes silent, before Riddle calmly replies, dropping his croquet flamingo in the process.
“Find them, and bring them back. They aren’t leaving again.”
The soldiers run and grab their weapons, and ran off to catch you.
Riddle loves every part of you. He thinks that if he had to, he would burn the entirety of Wonderland just to see you smile. The only part that he finds is a shame.. is how that brain of yours always overthinks. Oh he isn’t dumb. He knows this entire thing is a dream. Unlike his.. ‘companions’, this entire thing is a fantasy, and yet, even as a character created from a delusion of exhaustion and tiredness, is it wrong for him to want to be the only one you rely on? After all, that’s why he kept certain parts of your memory about him blank. Like his overblot! And so what if he made himself look better than normal? Nothings wrong with that.
He wanted this dream, so why can’t that cat let him have it? He supposes he will have to do this by force.
“Bring them back, and have them tied. They will not be leaving!”
Riddle stays firm and commanding, his face turning a slight shade of pink from frustration.
You run through the maze. The sound of your polished shoes hitting the grass. The weather above begins to rain, almost as if even nature can recognize the events of the story. You peek over your shoulder, and you let out a choked gasp of fear.
Men. Tall, imposing, men ran forward with weapons. They didn’t stop, and it was only a matter of time before they catch you.
“Hurry! For the time the keyhole locks shut, your chances of returning home are permanently closed!”
Che’nya ushered you forward, the tree with the keyhole in front of you. You panic. The key fumbles its way into the key lock of the tree, but it won’t open. You wait for a click, desperately trying to jam the key into the lock.
You look at the door, and with a sharp whimper ripped from your throat in fear, and perhaps anxiety, look over your shoulder once again. The men, rapidly approaching, and you can’t get the key in. You’re stuck-
Until it clicks. Che’nya helps apply the pressure to key, the heavy key turns with a click. He opens the door, and pushes you in, smirking as he hears you scream during what feels and seems like a never ending hole. Once he sees the soldiers, he gives them a salute before jumping through the door as well. The door behind him shuts with a loud snap.
The guards stop infront of the door, and they all let out silent sobs. Each of them being able to click of the Queens shoes, and his famous saying,
“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!”
FINALE - ‘Don’t go back to Wonderland.’
You wake up with a gasp, the sun just barely rising. You find yourself collapsed on the floor of Ramshackle. You must have collapsed from exhaustion grabbing water earlier. You sigh, and decide to continue to work on your homework, just like any other weekend.
You decide on holding off on telling the two first years your dream when you come back to school on Monday. Yet, you feel like as you walk around the school, that someone is watching you. Every corner of a classroom feels like a hiding spot for someone to spy. Under cafeteria tables feels like spots where someone may hide to record you walking down the hallways.
You’re out of it all day. The dream, and the thought of someone watching you isn’t just a coincidence, they have to be interlinked, right?
Trein sternly lectures you in history when he noticed you not paying attention. Vargas checks up on you in PE when he realizes you are out of it. Crewel had you help clean up the messes you caused in Potions for being out of it.
While you normally you would care about that, that dream has been in your mind all WEEKEND. You can’t help but think of it, trying to decipher why you even dreamed that situation. You don’t even like Riddle? So why would you dream of that? It’s all so.. confusing.
Ding!
The bell rings, and students leave the classroom. Meanwhile, Ace, Deuce, Grim, and you all began to walk through the halls of the school. Except this time, it’s Grim and Deuce bickering over one of the answers, and when Ace faces you, he can’t help but feel like you’ve been.. off all day.
“Hey, are you okay? You seem.. unwell.”
Ace asks in concern disguised as you shake your head and sigh, before you pause and smile and laugh.
“You know what, Ace? Yeah, I am. Thanks for asking.”
Ace raises an eyebrow, but he nods, before throwing an arm around your shoulder, a silent way to tell you, ‘Whatever it is, I’m here for you.’ You were right.
This is your version of Ace. The one who knows something’s wrong, and even if he can’t provide happiness, he tries his damned best. No matter what his housewarden, Riddle, may say, he tries for his friends. The boy who even if he won’t admit it, is such a genius it actually pisses you off that he acts as if he is dumb. He helps you when you can’t understand something. He is a good guy, even if he doesn’t see it.
Then there’s Deuce. Even as he bickers with Grim, you watch as he insists to carry your books with his. He isn’t just a polite gentleman, he’s protective. He has saved you multiple times when people try to harass you for not having magic.
They are your boys. They are your family, and this feels right.
Riddle watches as you walk away through the window of his dorm with a small smirk. Oh, his pretty Rose. You are gentle and beautiful. He may have changed his manners, some of them atleast, but can anyone blame him for wanting you?
You were so careful to him after his Overblot. You didn’t treat him like a monster, or a spoiled brat. You treated him like he was a person, someone who actually.. mattered. So what if he casted a spell on you to make him seem like a better person once he realized his feelings? Hm? It’s not like a little of magic can’t solve the problem.
After all, unlike his dream self, he’s much stronger. He’s real, and he finally knows everything to get what he wants. He wants you.
He wants you bad.
Rule 1: The Queen always gets their King, no matter the situation.
A/N: For the last part, and in case you didn’t read the warning, Dream Riddle, although created by your mind, is actually an illusion. Because of the spell Riddle casted on you beforehand, the Riddle you dream of is a connection of Riddle, which is why he knew he was different. Because there was a piece of his consciousness there.
Blade is different. He is a complex character. He is shaped by hatred and fueled by vengeance. He is a rough sword. Chipped on the sides, yet it retains some value. He is an enemy if you don't know him, yet he is only an acquaintance if you know him.
Blade is weird. He knows it. The callouses on his hands are apparent with that. He watches kids laugh, parents hold them with such tender love and fragility, that it almost sickens him. He wonders why he must be this way. Shaped from death, and awakened like a zombie, he hates the feeling of others. Why? Cause he is aware that he can lose anything at the tip of his fingers.
The fragility of morality is such a weird thing to Blade now. When he looks at Kafka and Silverwolf, he is reminded that they are only humans with a limited lifespan. He doesn't have friends, and he fears the thought of losing them.
He doesn't want friends because he is a loner, he doesn't want friends because he fears to be a loner when they leave. He is a terrified man, and he only wishes for the one thing that will save him. Death.
Blade shows depression, and yet no one recognizes it. He powers through because when he was younger, it purely did not exist. He is tired of the thought of immortality. So to see kids say they could wish forever with life and vitality, he scoffs in disappointment. Immortality is a curse to him.
Mara is a curse to him.
He is shocked none of the other Stellaron Hunters may fear him, but he supposes they are all fucked up in a way.
It hurts so much though. His bones ache, his mind screams for relief, and his muscles hurt.
Hello!! Sorry to bother but I just came across this Aventurine fanfic that was very similar to your drunk words, sober thoughts. I skimmed through it a little and the only thing different between it and yours were the title and synopsis. Do what you want this this info, I just thought I'd let you know. Again, sorry to bother you and have a nice day.
yo wth!!! hey plagiarizing is rlly uncool behaviour if you didn't already know.
i do not condone any repost of my works, or worst, just copy and pasting ON TUMBLR. 😭
(no worries ure not bothering me, thank you for letting me know!!!!)
Hey!! So reminder that plagiarism is NOT cool in any way!! It’s also not cool to take someone’s work without permission!! People do work really hard and it’s not cool!!
Hi! I’ve been thinking about blade having a darling who’s really scared of him. Like, deathly scared. To the point darling rejects meals made by him fearing he poisoned them. And in that instance, blade has to force-feed his darling. Also darling can’t really sleep because they fear blade might hurt them, you can add whatever. This is just a thought tho!
A/n: Blade is my favourite character. I have an unhealthy obsession with this man😭. I have decided to go down the story route though!! Enjoy!
Blade was unsure.
For a man who has killed people, given no mercy to those near his blade, he was unsure.
Unsure of what to do when his little darling refuses to eat the meals he offers.
He knows the reason. Ever since he took you, took you as his, you had been scared of him.
It got to the point that Kafka was involved.
Everytime you refused to eat, Kafka would use her ability, to hold you in place. While Kafka would hold you in place, Blade would feed you. Blade gently put his bandaged hand under your jaw with care. The same hand that wielded a blade, and murdered hundreds, if not thousands.
While preparing the dish for you, however, Blade would either slip a small amount of sleeping pills crushed into your food, or your water.
If you behaved well, you will get rewards.
Like if you managed to eat your food without Kafka's help, he would let you walk around with him.
But if you disobey, you will receive punishments.
Just like in this moment.
You had decided with the little amount of freedom, you would try to leave your room, when you ran into Blade. Blade was furious. Did he not give you enough?
"I guess you deserve a punishment, huh?"
You cried and begged for him not to punish you, but nothing could get through him.
He took away your freedom, your only way of feeling more alive.
He took away everything you had, and you cried.
Your tears running down your cheeks like how the blood of your friends runs down Blade's sword.
Credits: @kafkari 2024. Do not steal, repost, or reblog on other websites.
ANON QUESTIONS ARE BACK! Had to turn them off for a bit but you are allowed to request drabbles, headcanons, fics and thirsts! I mostly will write for Genshin, TBHK, HSR, and I’m starting to get into HI3!
Guys, please don’t send death threats to the creator of the slave fic😔
That is NOT the way to go about this. We are humans. Please be civil about the way you talk.
Now, I’m not a poc, I’m a white female, however, we should not be sending death threats.
I’m not mad at the creator. Disappointed would be a better term. People, humans, my friends, hell, mutuals, please understand that is not okay. I’m disappointed that they even thought it was okay to romanticize slavery.
My point still stands however. Please, never ever EVER, send death threats to ANYONE. You’re doing as much damage as the other person did if not worse by sending death threats.
-Kafkari❤️
(If you reading this, I will be writing a Dr. Ratio x Reader x Aventurine fic FIRST, de yall will get your Blade x Reader x Dan Heng after. Anyways, yall want smut or not?)
(Last time I talk about the slavery fics my smooks🫶, or pooks I promise)
Ignore those haters 🥰🥰🥰 People really trying sooooo hard to justify why it's okay to write slave fics just because it's fiction. I also saw some of the famous hsr reader insert blogs defending it too it's really disappointing /sighs/
OMG ANON, ILYSM. 🫶
But yeah, justifying it is not okay! ):
Like people were killed and injured because of it ):
