#hnkna fanfiction

[thekitteninlove]

Before i begin, i'd like to warn you that this is an R18+ fanfic because it contains explicit sex and it is assumed that by the age of 18 you know everything you need to know abou sex. If you don't know what you need to, then please don't use smutty fanfics to learn about sex. Learn from a trusted source because i want the naughty scenes to go smoothly, so i don't portray them realistically. These scenes go as i want them to, not as they actually go in reality.

As soon as i saw the summer of smut prompts created by @voltage-vixen i really wanted to do the cumming on a cross-country road trip prompt, so i chose Ace from HnKnA to write this. I know that in that otome game there are only carriages, but i'll make it a modern AU because i always wanted to have a camper van and go wherever i want to without worrying about booking a hotel room.

This is shorter than my last ones.

Title: Lost on the road with my knight

Warnings: smut, foodplay, fingering

She was on the passenger seat of the camper van looking out the window at the changing scenery. The places they went through were unfamiliar and she knew they were lost, but instead of panicking they acted as if nothing was wrong because it was an everyday occurrence. She knew this was going to happen because Ace was in the driver's seat. At the beginning of the relationship she was guiding him to his destination, but she soon realized that he actually liked to get lost so she let him be.

“Ace, is it really alright to be leaving your duties as a knight?��� she doubted it was fine, but she wanted to break the silence

He had a a smile on his face, like usual. “It's okay, you know I hate that job, so I don't do it. I'll keep working for Julius whether they like it or not”

She liked that he was the kind of guy who followed his passion and didn't let anyone tell him how to live his life. Even if the others said it was hopeless she still cheered him on because she wanted to see him happy.

“Julius will be mad because you'll be late for work” she warned him because they've been lost for quite some time now and she was thinking of just pulling him out of the driver's seat and taking control. Of the car, of course.

“It's fine, he got used to it” he said in a carefree voice.

Sometimes, she thought, he was way too optimistic, but she let him be for now. It was supposed to be just a journey from the castle to Julius, but she felt like they've been all over the country. However, she didn't mind getting lost if she had him by her side. On the bright side, she got to enjoy some nice views.

Once night fell they parked on an empty spot in the forest.

“You don't know where we are, do you?” she asked, already knowing the answer. She didn't have any signal on her phone there, so she had no idea

Ace just shrugged “We're in a forest”

Right, very helpful, she didn't voice these sarcastic thoughts though. Instead, she climbed out of the van and went to open the back of the van to cook something. They just ate a nice meal not too long ago, so she decided to make a strawberry and cream cake.

Outside was neither too cold or too hot. They were in the middle of nowhere in the dark, the perfect setting for a horror movie. If they died there no one would notice. Well, she had her knight by her side, so she had nothing to fear... or so she hoped. As she put the finishing touches on the strawberry and cream cake, she glanced back at Ace. He looked good in that knight uniform with his flashy red and long coat. He turned towards her and asked "Oh, is it ready?" He had such an innocent smile she'd have a hard time believing he was dangerous if  she didn't know him better. "Yes, you can eat some of it if you want". As he was making his way towards her she tucked behind her ear some strands of hair, forgetting she still had some cake batter on her hands. "It looks delicious" he said it in such a carefree way that she wouldn't even have been able to guess what was on his mind. "I do hope you'll still think that after you taste it" she said and was about to go and get a plate for him, but was stopped when he put his hand on her shoulder. She saw him lean towards her before she felt him lick her ear, which made her gasp from surprise. "You had a bit of cake over here" she heard his low voice right beside her ear as his breath tickled her ear.

He drew back a bit, so now he could see the slight blush on her face and she could see the mischievous look he gave her that told her he wanted to tease her more. This made her a bit tense because Ace was so unpredictable, she never knew what he was about to do next. He reached behind her towards the cake, took a little piece of it and brought it to her mouth. Then he showed her one of his nice smiles she loved and said "I don't want to eat it alone, so open up your mouth" She thought that being fed cake by him was a bit embarrassing, but still let him do it. As she took it in her mouth, he took a bite from the other end and pressed his lips against her. The cake melted in her mouth as they engaged in a heated make out session. He closed the distance between them and pushed her against the table behind her. She felt as if she was melting together with the cake as his hands roamed over her body. Then he pressed her down on the table and she wrapped her legs around his waist. "It sure is delicious, but it'd be even more tasty if I lick it off your body" his sultry voice and smirk made her blush harder. "You perverted knight" she said it in a more playful voice than a scolding one. She gazed at his handsome face with a cheeky grin on her face as she unbuttoned her own shirt, revealing a lacy bra. She was enjoying the way he was looking at her, as if he wanted to devour her and not the cake.

He put a little piece of the cake on her chest first, around where her heart was, then licked it off her, while his hands slipped behind her back to unclasp her bra. He took pleasure in feeling her heart beat, so his lips lingered on her chest, which was making her greedy for more. His hands moved from her sides down her hips, then they got under her short skirt and moved up her leg. It was good to know his hands at least didn't get lost. She moaned as she felt his fingers tease her between her thighs. Damn, he really was skilled with his hands. Meanwhile, he continued to lick the sweet dessert off her chest. He wanted to see how much faster he could make her heart beat, but he also liked to see how much she enjoyed being touched by him. However, she began wanting him to use more than just his hands and mouth. So she reached down towards his crotch and used her hand to pleasure him. A grin spread over his face as he uttered "Ooh, you're so naughty" then he brought his lips to her ear and whispered "you want more, don't you?" "Mmh, yes, my knight" was her reply, so he took off his trousers and pulled her closer to his hips. She wrapped her arms around him as she felt him move inside her. The table wasn't that comfortable for her, but that stopped bothering her as the pleasure she was feeling throughout her body became more intense.

"Aah, faster" her delighted voice stirred him on. She reached up to unbutton his shirt and reveal his sexy sweaty body, which was quite a strong visual stimulus. His hands were gripping her hips tightly to keep her close to him as his movements became more erratic. She could hear some things drop to the ground as the table shook under them, but they couldn't care less about that while they relished in that intense feeling of sexual gratification. After they both calmed down they cleaned themselves and the table up. "We should be going soon, we'll be really late" she voiced her concern, but he was as carefree as always and replied "You have nothing to worry about, although..." he took hold of her chin, making her look at him. "Your worried face is really adorable" his compliment made her blush a bit and relax. His cheerful face always made her feel better, so she agreed to hang around there a bit more before going on their way. 

[otomes-world]

@rainbowprincess7 asked: Can I request yandere hcs for Boris I wonder would we be a new foreigner or this before Alice?

In general, I don’t think this is important, but to simplify the situation, I propose to imagine that instead of Alice, you got into the Wonderland. As with Liddell, in this case the fact that you were a foreigner would play, that, unlike residents and role holders, a living, real heart was beating in your chest, making you irreplaceable. At first it would scare you, after that you would roll your eyes at the fact that the whole world considered you almost an exotic animal.

As well as the fact that after choosing a place of residence - an Amusement Park - one famous cat began to pay attention to you more than anyone else. At first, you closed eyes to this strange behavior, in the end, it was he who saved you from every concert, which Gowlend wanted to hold now and then. That`s what you didn't wish on your enemy, even another well-known figure, Blood. However, his intimidating fascination with weapons kept you at a distance from him. You were in no hurry to open your heart to him, no matter how ironic it might sound.

However, living under same roof you could not avoid him forever. As it did not make much sense, the cat still found you everywhere, thanks to his ability. Therefore, you, using the rule of immunity, traveled to various territories. In the evenings you drank tea with Vivaldi, sometimes you came to Blood at night to play chess, Julius, although turned up his nose, also did not drive you away, as soon as you come into his clock tower.

Everything went on as usual, like an endless game in which everyone was forced to play except you. Still you noticed that Boris almost turned into another Peter. No, he did not swear eternal love to you and put his life on the line, but this did not stop him from accompanying you wherever you went. It was a miracle to you how he found common ground with the Queen of Hearts and the Hatter.

Although, perhaps this was what should have alerted you. What an advantage he had over you. How he already firmly stood on the ground, while you continued to stray, confused. How, unlike Peter, your guide, he tried to take you deeper into the wild. You just had to hope that he did not yet fully realize his feelings.

[respect-the-gryphon]

((Jabberwock no kuni no alice draft))

((Mun needs to get this shit on the road. But she writes way too much. Also the chapters will not ilbe in proper cause im brainstorming the format before the final draft. this is after Joker no kuni no alice if she picks Blood, but she hasn’t let anything go of her past yet.doesnt make senses? Too bad. ))

.chapter 1 ????????????? “….Why am I here again?” The path was a familiar one indeed. Too familiar. Fists clenched and the swallow of invisible air down to the pit with nervous tension. The forest road littered with a mess of trees with paste-on door frames and hinges. Cloudy tones of nature and faraway music of a carnival. It echoed down like a hallway, only getting louder when one draws closer. An uncomfortable warning of what could be in stored. A cause soft breeze was safe, but the end of the path only knows the opposite. The brunette knew. She was on this road before and only believe that it was over. April season was drawing to closure as her unclear ending of the story. Was she never really free from that cell? “Joker? Why am I here again?!” The girl trails down in her red ribbon mary janes to the dirt way. Balls of fist planted by her petticoat and breaths of alert and anxiety. Bits of her mind wasn’t correctly putting things together. It was playing paranoia about everything, including her existence in this realm. Wasn’t the season ending? Why was she here again? Was it all a lie? “Alice….” A whisper reverb down the open space, drawing blue eyes at the direction. “Don’t look back…” That voice. That calm, but a sadistic voice. “Joker!” First instinct was to splint down the road, tired legs galloping dust and debris behind. “Joker!” Alice’s voice was wheezing her energy out with every few steps as if running away from terror behind. “Why did you pull me back here!? Return me back!” The colorful forest was becoming dull, and the breeze only sprays burning charcoal and ash. It cues Alice to pause her pace and cover her face from the gray smoke. She withdraws and heaves for oxygen, coughing.  Her left arm shielding her eyes while the other covered her lips and nose. Was that fire?! A fire here?!“ “Hurry Alice… You’ll miss the grand finaile.” The carnival music that didn’t register was breaking down, gargling in broken notes and broken rhythm. A smacked music box choking out the last loop of its song. It sounded demonic. The childish laughs switch to screams of distress. The vision from Alice was fading as she fell on her knees, the smoke was getting too much for her, what little in the lungs limited versus the casting dark of smoke. “Silly girl. Tired already?” A sudden gust of wind brush through the smug black directly in Alice’s way to clean her space and lungs despite the chaos surrounding her. Gasping and coughing, the poor girl finally squints her eyes open at the casting shadow over her. A piercing hand extended for her casually. “I wouldn’t think you would be this late, my dear. You miss the final performance.” A gentleman in pattern jester clothes stepped back to give room to fix herself. Red hair with soft, droopy crimson eyes matching a smile of peace. “Though I don’t believe there will be another show for a while I’m afraid.”   “Joker!” Alice finally got her composer together, fixing her ghastly appearances and wrinkled dress down. A glare set at the ringleader who just tilted his head acutely. “W-What do you want from me? Why am I back here? April Season is over-” A mix of orange light dance behind the taller male, her eyes widen in horror, speechless. The tent of glory and amusement of the circus engulfed in flames. The cloth was slowly becoming ash, and the support beams were gradually disappearing, creating the remaining parts of the tent to collapse. The worst part was the cries. The crying and screaming for help. People were trapped in the circus and stuck in the burning death trap. “Oh my god!” The girl shook, hands over her mouth, visibly shaking. Not even a question, just inhales and tears. Only frozen there, shocked there wasn’t anything defusing the fire or saving lives. “Yeah, it’s a shame.” A sound of annoyance presented in the Jester’s voice. It turned into a stool closer to the sight of destruction before him. “I forgot my cards in there. I did leave them with Black last time. And last time I saw him, He was inside. What a shame indeed we can’t play cards one last time-” “You monster!!” Alice accused, wiping tears from her cheeks, pushing herself off her bruised knees and onto her feet. “How could you be this cruel and kill all those people!? What are you trying to prove?!” The Jokers were cruel, but this was too far. For what? A shock value?! To scare her? At this point, it was best to jolt and pray for the peace of bed if one is dreaming. “Hm?” He leans his head for the moment before chuckling as a practical joke happened before him. “You thought I did this? No, No. I enjoy my job very much to do something like this.” Joker stepped closer to Alice, the flame behind him growing brighter. “It’s only a particular cycle of the game not needing my presence. A special round.” “Special round?” Alice still shaken, knees bend as she shifts backward from Joker. “I don’t believe you.” It was still the season of lies, and after everything she went through with this season, it was enough. “My friends would have told me. Blood would have…” She paused. But would he though. Doubt crossed her mind. “He would have, right?” A hand of hers placed close to her chest. “Sadly, the Hatter wouldn’t know either. None of them do. It’s a surprise for all of them. This event is very extraordinary.” Joker joyously twirl his jester hat, hearing the jingle of bells with each loop. “Many rules will be broken, lives at stake. It will all fall apart so fast if someone fails. The question is, are you ready for it?” “Joker. Please just let me go home.” He examined the hat for a moment, ignoring her plea. “It will bring the worst out of people. I wonder what it will do to you when I’m not around…I just worry that you would be safer behind bars than what’s going to happen next.” The fire was creeping closer, swallowing down the grass by the man’s feet. “It will really put your demons to the test. Bring them to life.” It follows around the rubber sole and leather fabric to snag the pants around him and hurry up his leg. “There’s a poem that reminds me of your possible redemption. I hope it doesn’t end this world though. How sad it will be to have the hero die in the end.” “The fire!” It was too late, the fire race around Joker’s clothes and skin like paper. The tone he continued to speak despite his limited moments while the fire began to eat his existence away. The red hair male, walked closer to Alice who couldn’t move in fear. He became the dancing flame with the burning forest of red and heat. Joker reached for Alice. “I hope to see you win against the Jabberwocky. I’ll be rooting for you…..” A sinister laugh broke out mixed with pain, skin melting off of bones. Only screams and crying came from Alice as she felt paralyzed in her spot, dreading for escape while boney fingers tugged her muscles up to restrain her movement. Yells for help didn’t echo while she was forced to stare at the melted skull of the ringleader who only laughed at her misery, moving its head to reveal a large shadow figure of a creature, lunging from the fires of hell. A growl of sharp teeth hinges over to devour the offered victim into blackness. “N-Noooo!” A distress cry with sheets crunch into the fists of the girl in the bunk bed. Troubled eyes were darting at the ceiling under a pool of sweat. It took a few minutes for the outsider to remember that she was back in reality, but her back remains on the mattress. It was just a nightmare. A terrifyingly one as well. A sick joke. But where was Nightmare in it? He would have known. “….Do I have to ask?” A question from a startled Clockmaker from below the bedside. With his hair sticking out like a scared cat, eyes bugging at the other. —-lets end it here because i write too much–

[exagie]

Me: You know what? It’s been a few years, the company went bankrupt, there’s not really anything new. I think I really moved on from this serie--

Otomate: -releases new announcement for Spade no Kuni no Alice-

Me: 

[theladyofspaceandtime]

I made a thing guys. This is where the world of Alice Madness Returns and HNKNA meet. Alice from AMR happens to end up in the Wonderland of HNKNA. 

[zinesnokuninoalice]

Call for Submissions!

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ABOUT THE ZINE

This zine is dedicated to the otome series Heart no Kuni no Alice ~Wonderful Wonder World~ (HnKnA), also known as Alice in the Country of Hearts. With the announcement of a new game, Spade no Kuni no Alice this zine is to celebrate a revival in the series and fandom! We want to show our love for all territories and citizens of Wonderland! Our zine is currently a non-profit, digital-only publication, and free of NSFW content. We'll look into a print edition if enough interest arises. Please keep in mind we are looking for completed pieces. There is also no particular theme, and we accept ALL levels in art and writing!

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Deadline for Submissions: October 30th, 2019

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[thesparkthatlightsthemoe]

Other places I can be found.

Other than tumblr, there are several other places I hang out for fandom stuff, so I figured I’d share that here.

Deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/harroe

FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/716727/Orange-Eye-d-Wanderer

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Harroe/pseuds/Harroe

HnKnA Discord Server: https://discord.gg/ZM7T8t7

HnKnA Fanfiction Server: https://discord.gg/3AmZGrc

QuinRose Server: https://discord.gg/7Pcy8dn

Also, here’s my main tumblr blog with hoards of HnKnA posts (also known as the Joker shrine lol). I no longer post there but it’s got loads of content.

Main blog: https://harroe.tumblr.com/

I also have an RP blog for Joker and the circus children, although I’m currently on a break (I tend to be more active on it in the winter).

RP blog: https://heartofthelookingglass.tumblr.com/

[dumplingfanfics]

Commissions Coming Soon :0

So, I don’t know if anyone would be interested, but I’m going to be opening commissions as soon as I figure out a good pricing. Since I doubt I’ll get much if any, it’s gonna stay open. I’ll have a link to my kofi account when I put up prices that you can swing by any time~

For anyone that doesn’t know, here are some examples of things I write (cut underneath for though not interested ^^):  (( streams will also be starting back up soon -- gonna try for at least 1-2 times a week ))

For Fanficiton I think I’m most well known in the Pokemon and Miraculous Ladybug fandoms. 

 I’m somewhat known in the HNKNA and IB fandoms too, and I’ve dabbled in Arcana Famiglia, KHR!, and FMA.

In pokemon, I’m well known for my contestshipping and twinleafshipping, though I like scarfshipping, ikarishipping, and kantocontest too.

For original writing, I specialize in short stories, novels, and flash fiction. My most common genres are horror, fantasy/adventure, and romance. 

Currently I’m working on rewriting my finished fantasy novel Cairo, a progressive horror short story novel Flesh&Bone, an interactive fantasy novel Grimoire.

Unpublished novels include the rewrite of a childhood family and romance novel Burbin Street, a fantasy novel The Lost Book, and a fantasy novel about dragons Spitfire.

I mainly write in third person past tense, but I’ve been practicing on writing in third person present tense. This can be seen in my novel Grimoire and Burbin Street (though it’s currently unpublished).

If you’d like to check out my writing: You can head over to:

FF.net for older fanfictions 

A03 for more recent MLB fanfic

wattpad for my current writing

[dynamitem]

@instantcopycat​ -  How long have you been RPing? + Who was your first muse? // Get to know the Mun. // Always Accepting.

Around 12-13 years old, a good 15 years, i think.

Queen Vivaldi from HNKNA on Tumblr, mostly OCs on Fanfiction.

[alicesoneandonly]

Hi! Would it be possible for you to give a link to your ao3 fanfiction? I'd really like to read it!

((Sure! You can find it here.

I’m in the middle of bringing over the last of my fics from my FFN account, so if you’re looking for my HNKNA fics, they’re buried under the other ones.))

[some-k-nights]

Fanfiction-ish?

Julius was working at his desk, as usual, while Alice sat on his couch with a book. Ace hated leaving her at the Clock Tower. However, there were clocks that needed to be collected; The knight planned to escort Alice back to the Heart Castle as soon as the task had been completed.

"Well, I'm off." Ace, clad in a tan cloak, slid a mask on his face. "But before I go," He turned to the outsider. "Alice, give me your hand."

Alice looked up from the pages of her novel with a slight frown. Her boyfriend tended to be very possessive of her while she was with Julius. She hesitated, frowned, and looked away for a minute before surrendering her right hand to the knight. She hopped he wouldn't do anything with it that she'd regret. Well, if he did, she was still holding her book in her left hand.

Ace smiled and laughed. "Not that hand. The other one."

"Does it matter?" She quirked an eyebrow, but didn't wait for an explanation before switching her book to her right hand and holding out her left.

Ace took her left hand and turned it so her palm was facing the floor. "Yeah, it does." He fished a ring out of his pocket, and slid it on her ring finger. Without waiting another second, he waved and exited the room. "See ya later."

The color in her face drained as she stared, wide-eyed, at her hand. The rose gold band housed two, small accent diamonds on either side of a modestly-sized moon stone. Alice's eyes flashed to Julius. Although the glare on his glasses hid his eyes, he had stopped working, wrench still in hand. The Clockmaker clearly hadn't missed a thing. The outsider stood up, her book falling to the floor forgotten. She held her left hand as far away from her body as she could, still staring at the foreign object on her finger. "D-Did he just propose to me!?"

While not traditional, the ring did technically have diamonds. Most people may not recognize it immediately as an engagement ring, but it would certainly give them pause before hitting on Alice or at least make them ask if she was taken. It looked expensive, and Ace specifically put it on her ring finger.

Outside, Ace smiled to himself. The knight couldn't decide if he wanted to marry Alice or not. Although, he didn't think he'd have to make up his mind. Alice could decide what the ring meant, and he'd go from there.

(( I actually found pictures of a ring before writing this. The ring really is beautiful; the pictures can be found here: http://www.wishbop.com/goods-1023-Natural-Blue-Moonstone-Princess-Ring-925-Silver-Rose-Gold-Plated-For-Women.html Not an advertisement; just look at the pretty pictures. :D ))

[anonabsolxwolf]

~Timeless~ Ch 3: Mirror, Mirror

EXTREMELY IMPORTANT: This fic, in order to make sense of it, must be read in chronological chapter order.  So you need to read ch 1 first.  

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2 : Echoes

I dedicate this chapter to harroe ...Erm….because….

 DISCLAIMER: I don’t own no Kuni no Alice, but you probably knew that, huh?

TRIGGER WARNING: This is a fanfiction based on a series called no Kuni no Alice. This series has lots of death and violence and depression and blood and Blood (whose sexiness, according to some, probably deserves its own warning for apparently causing deadly nosebleeds).  That’s not to say that Blood will play an enormous part in this fic, but it’s best to be cautious.   If you happen to be extremely averse to any of these things, you probably should avoid this particular fanbase…as well as this particular fic.

Author notes:

All the background textures and art in this were made by me.  Sorry that they aren’t that great. :/

First, I would like to apologize for the delay.  I blame it partly on my ridiculous desire to keep editing; you would think, by now, I would have realized that the stuff I make is always going to look like crap no matter how much editing I do. ‘

Also, I got ambitious and wanted to add in some things and textures, which I had to make myself in Microsoft Paint.  Yep…Paint is…painful, and it took me a while to get things to look right.  (If anyone happens to know any free or super cheap programs that are good in lieu of Paint, please let me know?).  So that stuff took a few hours.  Aannnd…..No, I am not intentionally trying to make the chapters longer and longer.  I don’t know why this chapter is so long, more than twice the length of chapter 1 and 2 combined. ^ ^;;;  I just couldn’t find any good place to cut it off, I felt. I promise the next chapter will not be as long as this (I think).

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TIMELESS

CHAPTER 3: MIRROR MIRROR

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The woman, Mary-Anne, sighed; listless and languid from going so long without food. She rested, leaning heavily against the wall as she drifted off into slumber.

She knew, upon waking, that she would have to leave the tentative safety of the strange room in order to find something to sustain her very soon.

But just as her head began to droop, a glimmer came from the mirrors once again. It was much stronger than before, and seemed to reflect an image on the particular mirror that was part of the clock.

Stirring from half consciousness, she crept closer to the clock, staring profusely as she discovered that it no longer held the image of her reflection.

Instead, it reflected the image of a door.

She whipped her head to take in the entire room once more, actively looking for any actual door that would have caused the reflection.  There was none; it was as if the door solely existed in the mirror itself.

Frustration grew within her. Here lay a door before her and it wasn’t even one that seemed reachable.

She traced her fingers across its wooden edges, hesitating before she got to its reflective surface.  But irritation and curiosity won out, and she glided a hand across the door’s image.

Her hand sunk.

A normal mirror is solid, but this mirror was like dense water, causing slow moving ripples as her hand dipped in.

“I would refrain, miss, if I were you.”

Jerking her hands clear away from the clock, she scanned the room again. Nothing.  She alone was the only person visible.

“Why should I refrain,” She articulated aloud, regarding the shimmering mirror fragments.

“Because,” The voice replied, smooth and deep with an edge of authority, “Is it truly wise to meddle in things you know nothing of?”

A twinge of vexation made her reach for her switch blade.

“I…” she began, biting the scar on her lip to keep her words in line, “…have been looking for a way out for a very long time now.  I’m going to use this door, whether or not I ‘know nothing’ of it.”

“And so you know, for certain, that this is a way out?” Such words, and the command that seem to underlie it, only fueled her exasperation.

“It still leads somewhere else, doesn’t it?” She tried her best to cool the budding wave of frustration.

No matter how badly she wanted to escape, no matter how long she’d waited, no matter how many people she’s killed, she had to remind herself that it did her no good to fight with a disembodied voice.  Even if his words were unsavory.  Nonetheless, Mary-Anne held onto her switchblade.  In that moment, it was more like a ward against her potential stupidity.  A reminder of all that had brought her this far.

“Perhaps…” The voice, The Man in the Mirror presumably, said.  Another flash of color from the large fragment on the wall.  A red eye, red hair…

“I am getting out of here,” Her voice rose only the slightest, switchblade firmly in her grasp.  “I want to do something, anything, at least try. Even if it’s through something as a ridiculous as a mirror; it’s better than sitting her doing nothing or going back out in those hallways where I can get myself killed. I am getting out of here and I’m not going to let anything you say sto-“

The now adult Mary-Anne stood in the middle of a room, breathing heavy and shaking.  She was now in the brightly lit clock room. The mirror fragment room.

She took stock of what had just happened, her mind working furiously just to remind her that she had been in this room for a while staring at a large mirror fragment on the wall.

Or what was left of that large fragment.   The once…solid and large piece was now mostly shattered on the floor.  But just as she shakily glanced down to look, a flash came from her left.  

It was her knife.   Her knife was up and at the ready, clenched in her left hand, which she only just now noticed was bleeding a little.  

“What….what had just…?” She looked from the knife in her hands, to the reflective fractions on the floor, and then to what was left of the large piece on the wall.  The wall mirror no longer showed her images of a little girl or a feast; it blandly only gave her the picture of herself, stark white and still shaking.

“Hmmm…you seemed rather irritated, so I thought showing food would cheer you up. You didn’t appear to enjoy it as much as I thought you would.”

“Was that…my past?” She purposely turned from any reflective object, not wanting to see anything more or face how pathetic she looked.

“Do you not remember your past?” It was a loaded question, almost a statement, as though The Man in the Mirror already knew the answer.

“. . . I’m sorry about your mirror.” She said after a pause, unwilling to admit to anything when it came to memories in general.

“Nothing to be concerned about,” A smooth voice still, yet the amusement dancing behind it felt a tad darker than before, “But I do thank you for your apology.  It’s quite admirable to admit one’s own mistakes.”

Mary-Anne snatched up her book, and once more faced the clock’s mirror with determination, holding out her hand towards the door in its surface.

“I would still refrain, however. If you please,” The Man in the Mirror said.

Whatever little regret she felt over a broken mirror dissolved back into irritation.

“And you’re going to stop me, then?” Mary-Anne challenged, trying to keep her gaze locked ahead at the image of the door.

She almost turned to look when she became puzzled at the lack of response.  

“…You can’t stop me, can you?” She said, trying to will away the haziness in her mind in order to recall the implications of the recent incident with the images in the mirror.  

“And if I can?”

“You would have done so instead of showing me…confusing things.”

“Even the cleverest lose sight of what they desire.”

“I know what I want.” She reaffirmed, satisfied with his change of subject, and the reference to ‘cleverness’, that he could neither stop her from using the door in the mirror nor come up with a convincing threat.

“Oh? When you don’t even know where you are right now?  Or why you’re even here? Where you came from?  Who you are?”

The man’s words had teeth; teeth enough to throw out her previous self smugness on how clever she was. Mary-Anne couldn’t help wincing at the none too subtle insinuation  that, despite however long she’d lived here and whatever lengths she had gone for information, she actually knew next to nothing about the Tunnels.  Or herself.

“If you know all that, then please share,” She said, words biting back at him.

But The Man in the Mirror let out a low chuckle.

“You don’t seem to know who I am either…” His voice was similarly low, much as though it were a threat in itself.

She ignored this to put out her hand, letting it sink into the mirror slowly.

The Man in the Mirror wistfully sighed, as though resigning himself. Mary-Anne felt another surge of satisfaction in this, feeling she was actually getting somewhere regardless of how strange the situation was.  Any door was a good enough door for her.

But as she felt something grab her from beyond the mirror, she thought belatedly, in her half-exhausted half-starved frazzled mind, that she may have just made some sort of mistake.   Too late to turn back, as the thing began pulling her deeper and deeper into the mirror; her arm, her body, her face. Everything was muffled, even light, and a strange sensation seemed to fill her up from the inside. Like heavy water suffocating her lungs.  

 She could feel herself fading away.  And she struggled against the darkness and fluid surrounding her, if only just to scream.  There was little to do save for acceptance.

                                                   . . . . . . .

                                                 “I did warn you~”

                                “Damn brats ought to listen next time.”

[theladyofspaceandtime]

So obviously I've slammed myself head first back into the Heart no Kuni No Alice fandom. I've been busy working on my HNKNA OC's for the fanfictions I've been writing for the fandom. One of them being the mysterious gamemaker/Creator of Wonderland.

If I spam anything with HNKNA, sorry, but also not sorry :)

[theladyofspaceandtime]

NEW CHAPTER! <3

Let me know what you think. 

[anonabsolxwolf]

~Timeless~ Ch 2: a no Kuni no Alice Fanfic

Hmmm, to clarify an earlier commentI made, when I said there was going to be sketchy canonicty, I was NOTreferring to characterization.  Allcharacters (I hope) will be as they were like in the games.  There isn’t going to be any Hoshino Bloods here.  When I say ‘sketchy canonicity’ I’m referring to the overarching situation, and I only say that because I don’t believe QuinRose ever got into anything like this.

As a result, this will either turn out to be really awesome or really lame. Yeah. But I might as well get it out of my head.  I hope the Senpais would let me know if I got a character wrong.

Oh, and if you’re wondering where the name comes from, it’s from Lewis Carroll’s original tale.  

EXTREMELY IMPORTANT: This fic, in order to make sense of it, must be read in chronological chapter order.  So you need to read ch 1 first.  

Chapter 1

NEXT CHAPTERS: 

Chapter 3 : Mirror, Mirror

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own no Kuni no Alice, but you probably knew that, huh?

TRIGGER WARNING: This is a fanfiction based on a series called no Kuni no Alice. This series has lots of death and violence and depression and blood and Blood (whose sexiness, according to some, probably deserves its own warning for apparently causing deadly nosebleeds).  That’s not to say that Blood will play an enormous part in this fic, but it’s best to be cautious.   If you happen to be extremely averse to any of these things, you probably should avoid this particular series…as well as this particular fic.

TIMELESS

CHAPTER 2: ECHOES

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The pages would not change.  No matter how many times she flipped the paper, she could not get the blanks in front of entry 272 to return to their once scribble filled state. They remained white and unmoved by her exasperated turning or the threatening stares she flung their way whenever she paused to evaluate each one.  

Still, she did not dare harm her most precious belonging, even if a part of her felt it was its own fault for not keeping her work safe and sound. Instead, she accusingly turned to the sign of Hallway 42, glaring at it with all the contempt she could muster for the moment.  But the sign wasn’t much more moved than the paper had been, and having a staring contest with a sign of all things isn’t the most productive project a person can undertake.

Impracticality breeds dissonance, discontent…and dying.

At least, the woman of the tattered journal thought as much, which is why she did not waste much time trying to eyeball the sign into submission. It was much more important to turn off into the Tunnels’ main hallway (which was unnamed) away from Hallway 42 in search of a stray, un-intelligent rat to call dinner; they were the only things relatively edible down there, and did much more for her than a sign ever could.

She stopped at the beginnings of a new hall, Hall 41, to look behind towards the entrance of the it’s more cursed cousin.  A deep seated anxiety took hold of her, as though a part of her was expecting something to happen,  perhaps something to slither out from the gloom of that hallway and follow her.

She waited.

And waited.

The more moments that ticked by, the more convinced she was that something was going to happen.  Something, specifically, that would spook her.

“Mmm….”

In a flash, she had jumped to stand stock still against the wall. Something indeed had spooked her, but the groan didn’t come from Hallway 42.  It was far too close; Hallway 41.  

With her precious book in her left, she reached down to the strap on her leg for her switch-blade and glanced around the corner.  Nothing.

Precariously, she made her way around and into the Hallway proper, flicking out her knife; 41, like many other hallways, could easily have hoards of nooks and crannies etched out in its stone walls for assailants to hide in. So she kept a proper eye out and ensured that her back always faced a wall clean of holes.

15 paces.

25 paces.

30 paces in, she heard another moan.

“…Who’s there?”  The woman of the tattered journal asked hesitantly, taking a defensive stance with her knife protecting her face.

A sound that could only be described as a squeak followed by a noisy trip through a bathtub of pots and pans was what came as a reply.   Wherever they were (for there did not appear to be any pots OR pans in the hallway), they obviously tripped.

“I claim a truce.  Please come out so we can talk.” The woman of the tattered journal said.

“…K-kitty?  You’re not the kitty are you?”  A small voice nervously replied.

“And if I’m not?” The woman asked.

“You-you’re not?  Th-then good. I don’t want to be caught by the kitty. Scary kitty scary kitty…” The voice mumbled off.

“Don’t like cats?”

“No!  Of course not! Scary kitties… They’re always sneaking around, trying to jump me…trying to eat me…Scary scary kitties….Y-you don’t know they eat mice??  Because it’s true…they’re terrible…The scary kitty chased me aaaaaaaaall the way here…”

So apparently she had found a rat (sort of).  Just not one she particularly felt up to eating.  

“I call a truce, please come out and talk.  I promise I won’t feed you to any cats.  People who hide while talking make me nervous.”  

“O-oh…Who are you?”

“417”

“Um…what?”

She inwardly cursed, wondering what the point of being assigned a number if no one used it to identify each other.

“Who are you, then.”

“I-I’m Pierce.  Pierce Villiers.”

An unfamiliar name.

“I’m Mary-Anne Mockerie.  Sometimes shortened to Maria, or whatever you like. Now can you please come out so I can see you?”

“B-but I am already. I’m not hiding anymore…”

Mary-Anne whirled around, trying to take in the sights from all sides at once as she held up the knife.  But she could see nothing…no one but her was in the hall.  Her and the dripping pipes and electric lanterns that lined up near the ceiling.  

Anxiety growing, she backed up to the walls once more, still searching for the faintest sign of movement.  It is a mistake, however, to be so caught up in what is in front to ignore what was behind. Her inattention to that caused her to trip and fall backwards into a human sized hole in the wall, her book falling to the wayside.  

What she landed on was soft.

But that was little comfort when the soft thing wrapped an arm around her neck in a chokehold.  

“T-truce…t-truce…” She managed to gasp out, trying with both free hand and knife to gain some leverage over the limb.

“You…” A raspy voice whispered on her left as the chokehold tightened, “You….don’t understand….”

Giving up on the arm, Mary-Anne opted to twist her hand around and jab her knife as many times as she could into his side

“He’s trying to kill us….you know?” The voice drawled on.

Spots were beginning to form on the edges of her sight; it was getting harder and harder for her to breathe and her jabbings were getting more frantic.

After the sixth thrust of the knife, she felt his hold loosen.  Though she didn’t have much strength to continue, he apparently didn’t have much either.  With a last ditch effort in the form of a kick to his shin, she managed to free herself to stumble to the ground in a coughing fit.  

“I …*cough*… had called…a truce.” She both glared daggers and kept her real one pointed straight his way.  “Breaking a truce down here is filthy. Worse than filthy.  You deserved that.”  

But the man laying on the ground merely looked up with a lopsided grin, a stream of blood steadily pouring out his right side.  

“H-he’s…t-t-trying….t-to kill us….”

“If you keep breaking truces like that, I wouldn’t be surprised.”  She spat out, having little sympathy or patience for any of his nonsense or the bloodied state he was in.

“N-no…you…y-you don’t under..sta….*cough cough* stand…”  He began to crawl towards her, inch by inch like a worm.  His hand on his side barely did anything to staunch the bleeding, and his other bloodied hand reached out to her as if imploring for help.  

“No, I don’t understand why anyone worth their sanity would break a truce.” Mary-Anne coldly replied, stepping out of reach.

“The….*gasp*..the j-jester….he…told me….someone’s k-k-k-killing us…”

“Jester?”  She stopped backing away. “You….was this jester in Hallway 42?”

The man laughed.  It was a happy laugh, one that would be more at home at a dinner party than at one’s own deathbed.  Coupled with his earlier truce breaking and Hallway 42, it occurred to Mary-Anne that he was probably lost; no longer in tune with reality.  

“S-someone…haha *cough* l-loves them…or…y-ou….or…meee…”

“You truly are mad…” She lowered her weapon with a pitying glance.

“THE PIPES!” He roared with a sudden vigor that startled her, pointing up at the very objects he spoke of.  “SOMEONE HAS POISENED THE PIPES.  OUR PIPES. SOMEONE IS KILLING US.”

Disturbed, she turned to leave him there; there was nothing she could do to save him anyways.  But a hot breath on her neck and warm liquid dripping down her dress caused her to reflexively spin around and jab him once more in the stomach.  She had no idea that he had the strength to even stand, let alone grab her once again from behind.

Perhaps her shock had registered in some dark part of his hidden lucid mind, because he flashed her an apologetic yet tender smile as he leaned heavily with both hands on her shoulders.

“Save yourself.”  He softly said.

Such was his last whisper as he slumped to the floor.  There was a stillness in the air after that…and that beautiful silence returned.  Mary-Anne was left standing there, staring at the man on the ground.

“H-hello?” An unsure voice called out in the darkness.

“Who’s there?” She replied, once again with knife out on alert as she crept out of the hole in the wall.  

“What?  What do you mean? I thought…we already introduced ourselves…”

A flash of insight crossed her mind.

“…Pierce?”  She asked tentatively.

“Yes?”

Her head swung back to stare at the man she had just killed.

“You….you don’t have blonde hair…do you?”

“No?  I…I mean, I don’t think it looks blonde….Why?”

The one she killed wasn’t Pierce; it was someone she hadn’t made a truce for.

She paused a moment to contemplate this before her attention snapped back to the present.  It was pointless to regret over the dead.

“Pierce, will you please tell me where you are?”  Exhausted and bloodied, she went to sit under a pipe junction that was drilled about midway up the wall.  She kept a wary eye out, but since he hadn’t made an appearance since, there was no use wasting her energy on standing.  

“I’m….in an alley?  Aren’t you?”

“…An alley?”

“Yep!  I like this one ‘cus the kitty never finds me here.”

There was something off about that statement.  Not just the word he chose, but the way it sounded.  The way his voice seemed to bounce off the walls of the hall.  Something that didn’t seem quite so right….

“Pierce….can you…keep talking for a while?  Just about anything. Anything you want.”

“Ummm…..well just little while ago.  Something happened…well maybe I can’t tell you about it, ‘cus Boss might get mad, but I got a loooooooot of cheese!”

Curiosity taking hold, she slowly rose to press an ear against the pipe junction.

“There was lots and lots of it! It was all piled up and Boss said I could have as much as I wanted!  There was gouda and cheddar and-“

His voice was coming from the pipes.

“Pierce,” She cut him off, excitement starting to swell inside of her. “Pierce this is very, very important. Can you tell me what you see around you?”

“Er….o…kay?  Ummm, well there’s some barrels.  And some pots.  They’re from this really nice bakery next door. And some bullets on the grou-“

“Pierce, is there a ceiling above you?  Are you underground??”

“No?  I’m in an alley.  Alleys don’t have ceilings and they aren’t underground.  I don’t think they’d be called alleys if they were…”

Her face lit up, her hands were shaking, and as soon as she scrambled for her most precious book, she was off and running down the halls.

“Thank you, Pierce!!! Thank you so so so much!!”  She yelled over her shoulder, uncaring for once if it somehow gave away her position.

There she stood, staring down Hallway 42 once more but with renewed determination and three very key pieces of information.

First, from her earlier informant, was the fact that all pipes eventually lead to Hallway 42.

Second, was the fact that the voices only started to appear around this very same hallway.

Third, and most important, was the fact that these voices were echoes in the pipes apparently coming from somewhere outside.

And she was very sure, a smile gracing her lips for the first time in ages, that this could only mean one thing.

Hallway 42 had an exit.

[anonabsolxwolf]

~Timeless~ Ch 1: a no Kuni no Alice fanfic

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own no Kuni no Alice, but you probably knew that, huh?

TRIGGER WARNING: This is a fanfiction based on a series called no Kuni no Alice. This series has lots of death and violence and depression and blood and Blood (whose sexiness, according to some, probably deserves its own warning for apparently causing deadly nosebleeds).  That’s not to say that Blood will play an enormous part in this fic, but it’s best to be cautious.   If you happen to be extremely averse to any of these things, you probably should avoid this particular fanbase…as well as this particular fic.

EXTREMELY IMPORTANT: This fic, in order to make sense of it, must be read in chronological chapter order.

NEXT CHAPTERS:

Chapter 2 : Echoes

Chapter 3 : Mirror, Mirror

Author’s notes

Oooookay.  So. Yes.  I’ve had this idea in my head for quite some time now.  And I feel you all should know a few things before you read it

First: This isn’t going to be a love story, or even a moderately fluffy one, so if you came my way looking for one you’re out of luck

Second: If you purposely came to this story hoping that this would somehow show you the secrets of canon-verse no kuni no Alice, I deeply apologize and ask that you go see vocaotome Senpai and harroe Senpai.

Third: If, for some sadistic reason, you came here hoping to see me hilariously tap dance with Joker’s character in hopes I got him canonically correct so that I can avoid the furious wrath of Harroe Senpai, then stay tuned because he’s going to be in later chapters.  *thumbs up*

(Read more for fourth, fifth, and sixth points)

Fourth: The person in this chapter is not Alice. I have no idea whether I’m going to put Alice in this story.  Probably not though.

Fifth: This story...will eventually….probably….follow….some sketchy….logic.  I guess I should say, that while I can’t definitely prove that the premise behind this story would be considered in accordance to the canonicity of the no kuni no Alice universe, I also can’t outright disprove it either. Although, it’s-very-unlikely-probably-that-the-logic-won’t-be-considered-canon….maybe.  The only reason why I’m writing it anyways is because I can’t leave this idea alone

Sixth: Like QuinRose, hints to what’s actually going on will be periodically dropped at inopportune moments.

Enjoy~                                             TIMELESS                                                 CH 1

Silence indeed.  All except for the pipes; they refused to letup with the way they creaked and dripped around the woman bent over hertattered journal, echoing their discontent around and down the halls.  Her head rose sharply at the sound of aparticularly loud bang, but the accompanying whistle told her it was nothing more than the steam violently leaving a nearby pipe.  

How long she had been in this particular hallway, she did not know. Certainly, though, it was preferable to the one she’d recently left.  The blood…and the clock….by now it would have been ‘taken care of’.  

The woman sighed in her reverie.  It had been exhausting to find people willing to talk to her, let alone give her anything resembling information.  But at least she had grown used to anticipating a betrayal; it was now a simple task to avoid a blade before it had the chance to bestow a new hole, and a quick counterattack to the foot (they never suspect it) incapacitates them long enough to go for the finishing jugular blow.

But what now?

The latest person who was willing enough to give her anything had long since expired; both in usefulness and in a literal way.  Hall 42, he had said.

That hall, however, happened to have a whole headache’s worth of misfortune nailed to its walls.  Of all the places in The Tunnels, that maze of twisting corridors that lay completely underground and seemingly stretched on without end, that was the one and only true hallway where trespassers instantly vanish.  

Or went insane.

 But mostly vanished, unless they happened to be lucky enough to come back from its depths, quivering and whimpering with mutterings about “mirrors” and “jesters”.  Insanity was a lucky thing indeed, if only because it seemed unlikely that those who scrambled back were cognizant of anything anymore, pain included. And that was the ultimate prize; the end of suffering.

But  the woman of the tattered journal had no desire to die, disappear or even go insane, with or without pain.  What she did want, “to understand”, seemed a more impossible goal and so instead she felt more compelled to continue writing page after page in her beloved book with a stubble of a pencil.

An unconscious smacking of her lips and the dryness of the back of her mouth drove her to a nearby pool of murky water dripping from the pipes in the light of the electric lanterns hanging above.  Hesitantly, she looked at herself; it wasn’t often that the residents of The Tunnels caught sight of themselves in reflective surfaces, unless it was from the side of a well polished knife.  

From the light scar on her cracked lips to her filthy brown hair that covered her down to her shoulders that was almost reminiscent of a used mop, she still looked every bit the gutter rat that she was.  Her dress, once a pristine white with beautiful ribbons on the tips of the short sleeves and the hem, was now no prettier than old potato sack that had a few holes.  It could be worse, though.  She’s seen a few people stuck in the tunnels naked.

Just as she tilted her head to catch a few drops of the cleaner water fresh from the pipes…she heard them.

“Hey Boss, we’re bored.  Can we just kill ‘em and be done?”

“Yeah, Boss.  Can we just kill ‘em?”

She froze up. ‘Boss’ usually meant there was a gang of them.

“Pipe down, brats.  This is business not a field trip.”

For a lone gutter rat like herself, she wouldn’t stand a chance.

“We didn’t ask your opinion, chicken rabbit!”

“Yeah, you aren’t the Boss of us!”

She scrambled on the ground for her most precious book, shifting into the shadows of the hallway.

“You little-I told you to stop calling me that!  I’m not a rabbit!”

The cocking of a gun turned her blood cold.  No one had guns in The Tunnels. At least, no mere gutter rats.  These people….were dangerous.

“Blood?”

“…It seems we may have a guest listening in.  My, in such an unsavory place, I wonder what sort of person that could be?”

“I’ve got it.”

The heavy footfalls that echoed closer and closer was a signal of immediate danger.  Breathing ragged, she ran down the hall, grabbing for the walls every so often as if that would somehow enable her greater speed. But no matter how far off she ran, she could still hear him coming, the taps of shoes were far too clearly ringing in her ears.  It was as if there was no point to moving her legs; they would only lead her closer and closer to the mysterious, dangerous strangers.  

Just a little further.

Mustering whatever strength she had left, she rounded the corner just as the gunshots rang out.

She practically choked on her own tears.

For, even though the sounds of the footsteps and voices were gone there was a red painted sign near the ceiling of the tunnel that marked a new hallway.

It read Hall 42.

And there was sweet, blissful silence.