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KingofHearts!Sukuna x Cheshirecat!Reader
Summary: Everyone's a little mad. But then again, this is wonderland. You're 'The!' Cheshire cat. You attend the mad parties, partaking in every activity with your mad companies. You've lived this way for years, will you continue this routine?. Or will your head turn when a new ruler shakes your expectations. Sukuna x Reader. A lil bit of Gojo x reader. Prolonge
Unpredictable, eccentric, and utterly chaotic are the words able to convey your home.
You've lived on this land for a long time. Years, months, weeks and seconds since you've acted as The 'Cheshire Cat' of wonderland. Loitering over the masses with a grin as you plant your gaze to down below - resting up high from a tree. You've seen it rise from a great fall, then bloom again, bursting with ever flowing madness as the reign changes with every maniacal laugh. Once, a mere kitten, hidden away in the mist. To a full adult, tail hanging down low from the branches, ears pointed with delight as you assess all those around you.
The years, time and seconds cackled as they glide past, you've matured. Grown. In recent times you even grew to make friends, acquaintances, too close to be strangers, way too close at all! Surely people so mad cannot be called a friend. A Madhatter!Gojo, a man whose madness you could never dare measure. He flashes his trademark, beamish smile as he goes over his mad ideas for today's tea party. He's so mad, that when he smiles, his cheeks permanently rest right under his eye. Why his madness alone could title him the strongest. You could even question how you even stand him after all that chatter. However, everyone knows Gojo hosts the best tea parties. How could one possibly expect you to not attend! Wonderland can't judge you, you're just here for the tea parties! Tea. You can hear his laughter echo around the forest. The sound almost boyish as he pours tea into a cup with no bottom. A large smile resting upon his face as he brings the cup to his lips, following up with a biggggggggggg slurp.
"Needs more sugar." As if right on cue, sugar falls from his hat and falls through the cup onto the table. He takes another long slurp before lifting his face with a beaming glow.
"Just right!" You feel yourself release a chuckle as he continues sipping on his 'tea', occasionally blowing on it for the right temperature. Paying the remains of his actions no attention as the real beverage drips to the floor. My my, he's surely gone mad.
Even so, when he glances at you with outlandish expectation and a trademark winning smile, you can't help drifting the empty cup to your lips and casting a grin in return when you finish your sip. The poor mouse in the corner grinding her teeth in frustration.
"B-but! You— he— it's— why are we drinking from empty cups dammit!!" The poor mouse squeaks, throwing her cup to the side, allowing it to shatter on the floor. It will reappear by tomorrow. She attempts to set order. Truly valiant action on her part. If only everyone hadn't already gone mad. Even as she grumbles she still accepts the next cup placed in her hands. A shame. She always has the next tea party.
Caterpillar!Nanami. A being who rivals you in age, however, lounges around with a stoic expression. He carries a single face: tired. He is calm, structured, and always. Always. Smoking. Why the smoke that surrounds him could lift the sky with every puff. Who knows how long he's been puffing away, his eyes sagging with every inhale. "You lounge up there as if gravity is merely a suggestion, Cat. It is exhausting to watch. Shift three inches to the left; your shadow is interfering with the exact angle of my mushroom." I hear the old geezer let out with a wheeze, his raspy voice overpowering any sounds, as he lounges across a leaf. Such a nitpicker...
Of course, we must mention that fussy little rabbit. WhiteRabbit!Geto. Anxious thing. The constant tapping of his foot could drive one simply mad! Always scurrying around gazing upon his watch as every second goes by. A true stickler for rules. He forces himself to keep up with his chaotic, meaningless routine, stressing over a deadline that will never reach a goal. Never finish a path. He trudges on an endless loop that will never stop. A good deed is to help, to lend a hand or ear, but he does look amusing fussing around in his waistcoat and gold cufflinks. Hmmph. Then again, he is quite mad.
And finally, The little mouse. Dormouse!Shoko. Ah, how could one forget. Tired. Grumpy. And constantly the sleepy, easily startled creature, who sits between the Hatter and the Hare at the tea table. She seems to be another like you, a witness to all the chaos that befalls this land. Surely one could confide in each other. Surely we could understand one another? Share the same views? Surely...not. The mouse only speaks in mumbled, subconscious metaphors. The madness having drained her. It seems to drive her positively mad. Even if you tried to lend a sane ear, her words would simply travel out the other. For she too, was tangled in the madness long ago.
Besides, much to her dismay, you adore the madness! What's not to adore!? Up is down. Big is small! Why be 'normal' when you can attend frantic tea parties at 6 with the hatter? Where else can one watch everyone run in circles like fish in a school? It's simply Wonderus! Not to mention, as a peaceful bystander to the chaos that engulfs this world. Why, you wouldn't mind more! More parties! More people! More chaos!
That is, if you were mad, of course. You cannot simply create chaos if you are to also enjoy it. What is chaos if controlled! Wonderland is nothing without its surprises. That's the best part after all!
Wonderland is your home. Simply nothing could rival it. But...even with Gojo's rambunctious nature. His ability to host the most frabjous tea parties, leaving you chortling from even the slightest action...
This routine has become. Dull. You're all to expectant of whats to come.
5:57PM. 3 minutes early. Up on his high leaf, Nanami will take one last, heavy puff of his pipe. Ahead of the other 3. yet never fails to arrive. Complaing about how the tea party is gross, all the while coughing profusely,in his usual raspy tone.
5:58PM, Geto will come scurrying, blitzing out of the bushes, face heavy with worry as he nervously taps his foot for every second that goes by, mumbling about how he "doesn't have time for tea", his movements growing irrational as he mumbles about his important meeting.
5:59PM, Shoko will arrive. Dashing around until she finds her way on Geto's shoulder, mumbling to herself that today is the day everyone has a 'normal' tea party, and that she'll finally have some tea.
6:00. Gojo arrives. Right on the dot as always. His speech burbled as he tries conveying what kind of treats he prepared for this party. His stride shaky as he galumphs around, even walking across the table to find his designated seat. He always sits there.
Finally, at 6:01. The Cheshire cat. The only one, truly unbond to this world.
Once everyone is ready, Geto's clock shakes, loudly ticking away, sound unaffected by the suffocation of his pocket. When everyone is here. The Hatter says-
" Today will be my most frabjous party yet!"
- Today will be my most frabjous party yet...
Without missing a beat, he says that. Every. Single. Time.
Now you see the truth you've been so desperately avoiding. The inevitable you so desperately hoped wouldn't have to come. Your dear friend. You've grown bored of his parties.
Ah. Maybe you had grown attached, for longer than you thought. But, you've denied it for far to long, no matter how ever many more jokes your dear hatter prepares. Controlled chaos. Is not wonderland.
Over the past few days, there's been a change. A new development to the mas hatters parties. 5:57 the nanami arrives. 5:58, the rabbit follows after. 5:59 the mouse trails after with a grumble. 6:00, the host of the party, finally arrives. Gojo, strides in with that ever familiar grin. And at 6:01. Nothing. 6:02. Nothing. 6:03, 6:04, 6:05. Time doesn't stop. The white rabbits foot, thumping with every tick that goes by.
Where is the cat? Forever aloof. A fleeting grin hidden away by a ray of mist. It's... different. Of course, the party can't be stopped! This is not the first time the cat decided to take a break from the parties. You do have quite the drifting mind.
This time however, feels. Different. Distant. You've never been away for so long. Why, even the Hatter has noticed your absence. However. You feel. Different. Distant. You've never been away for so long.
Gojo’s gaze drifts from the ticking clock, slicing right through the purple mist, right to the exact branch where you sit hidden. His grin sharpens into something jagged. "Found you. Where have you been hiding, our little kitty?"
You gaze at him, completely indifferent. You can't seem to remember the last time you felt so cold toward the Hatter. He looks back at you with a desperate longing, his eyes a brilliant void as he holds out a cup of empty tea. Your throat grows itchy as you stare into the porcelain vacuum.
"I'm parched," you say, your voice grating with an unfamiliar, dry tone. Your dear friend looks at you, thoroughly puzzled. If you were any madder, you'd have sworn there was steam billowing straight out of his top hat.
"You can have any kind of tea you desire at my parties!" he exclaims with a wide grin, nudging the cup closer with bated breath. But today, your imagination has run completely dry. You are simply too thirsty for pretend tea.
"Gojo, do we not have anything other than...tea?"
The unfinished question stills him, if only for a second. You almost shared your true thoughts. If not just for a second, you almost felt a massive weight lifting off your shoulders. Of course, neither of you drops your smile as you lock eyes across the table.
You are almost tempted to grab the cup. To hold it to your lips and act satisfied, just like you did at all the other parties before. But you don't make the first move. White moves first. Gojo sets the cup aside and begins pulling mushrooms from his hat.
He flashes a boyish grin, pouring empty bottles into the teapot. "Oh, Cheshire, you tease! My tea is the best there is. Today is the day—this will be my most frabjous party yet!" Gojo exclaims with total conviction. He was always right. He always managed to top his last party somehow.
Yet, while Gojo cultivates a thousand golden apples, shaping each one to perfection with a soft tenderness, it is no longer enough. Gojo makes the best hats. He hosts the best parties. He creates the finest apples. And yet, you have come to desire something more. Something outside of this little garden. Outside of this loop.
You have always had the ability to leave, but then what would befall your friends? What would happen to Gojo? Who would be there to observe their mad antics?
A choice must be made. Yet, no one makes a sound. Until that damn rabbit.
Geto is the first to break the silence. The steady tap of his foot shifts to a frantic, terrifying drumroll. His long rabbit ears twitch violently.
"Late, late, it's getting late," he whispers into his waistcoat, his pink eyes darting from your dry lips to Gojo's freezing grin.
And just like that. Almost as if on cue. The pieces all move into place. The pot comes to a boil. Gojo passes around bottomless cups. Nanami sighs heavily as he takes his cup. Geto takes his, then Shoko, then Gojo. Everything falls into it's place.
To be honest, you don't know when you stopped playing along with the madness. When the same friends you would laugh with we're no better than the mushrooms they were snorting. By the time you had opened your eyes, it was clear.
You've heard of a new ruler of wonderland. A man with six eyes and six arms. Executing anyone who lost a game to him. Sukuna. The new king of hearts.
You know you shouldn't deal with a devil. Shouldn't entertain a tyrant just because your bored. It wouldn't be right. It. Wouldn't.
Well. You are mad after all.
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This is honestly mostly a prolonge. I'm not completely happy with it yet. I wanna thank everyone who has been supporting me thus far. Please tell me your thoughts! I'm gonna keep working hard, in hopes it can improve my writing and the stuff that been bugging me in this fic.
