There is only a minor Alice in Wonderland crossover in this but I thought I would add it anyway. This is set in the Black Butler version of Wonderland with my OC finding her way there and working her way into the hearts of our beloved characters. Not everyone will have the same roles as they did in the episode but I hope you will enjoy it none the less. Obviously, I don't own anything except my Oc and any original plot; which there will be a lot of. Anyway, with that said, I hope you enjoy.
Alice in Wonderland. Of course her brother would buy her that book. It didn't matter that she hated it; in fact, it was probably the driving force behind him buying it. After all, it was based on one of their ancestors. Their great aunt or something. Apparently, she was the only person in her family that was bothered by the book. How could anyone be proud of a book that was essentially telling the story of a woman's descent into madness?
If that wasn't enough, her parents had to go and call her...
"Alice! Are you going to thank your brother?"
Alice. They had to name her Alice. Not even a variation of the name either; just straight up Alice. As a child, she had been thrilled to be named after her magnificent aunt. Not so much once she hit her teens and not at all at twenty-six. Eventually, Alice came to hate her name and everything it stood for; especially when her parents were always comparing her to that Alice.
Even for her twenty-sixth birthday, her parents had dragged her to the site of the Alice in Wonderland books. Some stuffy mansion in the countryside that smelt like it hadn't been dusted in a century. They were having, of all things, a tea party. A themed tea party. An Alice in Wonderland themed tea party. And it was easy to guess what Alice had been forced to wear.
She hated dresses on a good day, not comfortable with the feeling of always needing to pull the fabric down or risk exposing her panties. Her mother had gone the extra mile and bought an Alice in Wonderland inspired Lolita dress with all the matching accessories, shoes, and the itchiest blonde wig imaginable. According to her mother, the wig was necessary; we couldn't have a brunette Alice running around. That'd be blasphemous. She was never good enough in her mother's eyes; never tall enough, never curvy enough, never pale enough... just never enough.
"Thank you," Alice managed to get out through clenched teeth, glaring at her brother with blue contact-lensed eyes. They irritated her horribly but her mother refused to let her take them out; because Alice had blue eyes, not brown.
Her brother smirked, knowing exactly how Alice felt. It was easy for him, their parents practically worshipped the ground he walked on. He never had to work for anything and he never let her forget that he was the favourite child.
"You're welcome," he replied with false sincerity, "I know how devastated you were when you lost your old copy."
More like when I burnt my last copy, she grumbled internally, her glare moving to the offensive book in front of her. She picked it up and sighed heavily before she put a fake smile on her face. "I really do love it," she said enthusiastically, internally giggling at the look of shock on her brother's face, "I think I'm gonna go find a place to read it before we have to leave such a beautiful place."
"Going to," her mother corrected with narrowed eyes before they brightened, "and that sounds like a wonderful idea. It'll be a great bonding moment for the both of you whilst your father and I go on a tour of the house."
"But..."
"A wonderful idea, mother," her brother said with a smile that hid the smirk she knew he bore.
Their mother tittered happily at the compliment before she was ushering their father into the manor. Alice sat back with a groan, her eyes blinking rapidly to try and diffuse the irritation in them.
"Come now, little Alice, shall we go find the White Rabbit and push you down the rabbit hole!"
Alice glared up at her smirking brother. "Keep going and I'll be pushing you down a hole, a six foot deep hole," she growled.
"Ah, kitty has claws," Michael chuckled darkly, "perhaps I should tell mother that you threatened to kill her favourite child."
"Only if you wish for her to know that you've been fucking the maids and the gardener," Alice replied lazily, "how do you think mother will feel to learn her golden boy isn't so golden? Or that he doesn't mind the company of women and men?"
Alice didn't mind that her brother was bisexual but she knew that the thought of their very religious, very homophobic mother learning of this would be enough to get Michael off her back. He glared down at her as if she were the devil himself before he turned and made his way into the manor, probably to find the bar.
She didn't wait around. Quickly ripping the wig from her head, Alice pulled her hair out of its bun and allowed her messy brunette strands to fall around her face and shoulders. The contact lenses would have to wait but her head wasn't itchy anymore so that was something. Alice stood, tightly grasping the ridiculous book, before she quickly hurried to the gardens.
Once amongst the roses, Alice threw the book into a bush and breathed a sigh of relief. Though, that relief was soon interrupted by her hay fever. Alice begun sneezing, groaning in between as she dug through her small bag, the only one her mother would let her bring, and quickly pulled out her hay fever medication.
She dry swallowed one but knew it wouldn't kick in for at least a half hour. Still, being away from her overbearing family was refreshing. Alice walked through the gardens, the occasional sneeze and sniffle breaking the silence before her hay fever medication finally set in. She was just about to pass the entrance to an elaborate maze, or was it the exit?, when she saw something quite peculiar.
There was a man leaning against the entrance, or exit, to the maze. That in and of itself shouldn't have been odd except this man was staring right at her with eyes as red a blood. Of course, Alice only focused on those eyes for a second before his twitching ears drew her attention.
You've got to be fucking kidding me, she thought as her eyes raised to look at the white rabbit ears on top of his head.
There could be no denying that the man was handsome. He was tall and slim with black hair that fell around his pale face flawlessly. He wore a tailored butler suit that fit him like a glove, like the actual gloves he wore, and had an ornate pocket watch held delicately in his hands.
"My, my, dear Alice," he began, his voice pure sin as he looked her over, "you're quite late."
"Late?" Alice wondered out loud, "late for what?"
He smirked at her, and she'd be damned if it wasn't one of the sexiest things she had ever seen, before he closed the pocket watch, placed it in his pocket, and entered the maze.
"Hey, wait," Alice called, moving to follow him only to pause and shake her head, "come on, Alice. You can't seriously think following a strange man dressed as a rabbit into a maze is a good idea."
She had seen the fluffy bunny tail when he had turned around, had been surprised when it had twitched, but there was no way this wasn't something her mother and brother hadn't planned. It was just too clichéd to have her follow the white rabbit into the woods so one of them must have decided upon the maze.
However, before Alice could turn and walk in the opposite direction, she found herself being tugged forward by her waist as if there was an invisible rope there. Alice barely had time to squeak before she found herself inside of the maze with the entrance, or exit, sealed behind her.
"What the hell?" she muttered as she looked at the hedge that now stood where a gap once did. "Okay, Michael," she yelled, because it just had to be Michael, "you've had your fun now let me out!"
"I'm afraid you can't get out that way, dear Alice," came the sinful purr and Alice turned around with a squeak only to stumbled when she saw the strange man standing right in front of her. "If you really wish to escape the maze, you must follow me," he continued, "but do not dally, we are already quite late."
"Late for what?!" Alice yelled, throwing her hands in the air out of sheer frustration.
"For tea, of course," he smiled before he turned and made his way into the maze.
Alice stood there for a moment before huffing and hurrying after the strange man. She caught up to him in no time, keeping just behind him as he took turns confidently. "So," she began after a moment, "how much did my brother pay you to dress like that and lead me through this maze?"
He didn't answer her and Alice huffed before she reached for his arm and yanked on it. "Hey! I'm talking to..."
Alice's words were cut off by a gasp as she found herself pinned to one of the hedges with the strange man boxing her in. She could feel his chest pressed against hers and, as handsome as he was, the proximity only made her feel ill.
He seemed to know the affect he had on her because he was smirking down at her before he raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek with his covered fingers. "You really are quite beautiful," he purred, "if only that delectable soul didn't belong to him, I'm sure we could have had some fun."
Alice felt her anger rise at this man telling her she belonged to another; as if she were nothing more than some possession. She slapped his hand away from her cheek before she pushed him away from her, the smirk never leaving his face even at the death glare she had directed at him.
"I don't know who the hell you think you are, but I don't belong to anyone," she growled, feeling her ears heat up as her anger rose.
"Ah, but you do, dear Alice," he chuckled darkly, "but do not worry; he belongs to you just as much as you to him; it's written on your souls, after all."
"Written on our... don't tell me you're one of those people who believe in soul mates?" she groaned, rubbing the bridge of her nose in frustration.
"Soul mates? Such a frivolous human concept," he droned dryly, "believe me, dear Alice; this is something much more permanent, and much more dangerous."
"Whatever," Alice returned, already over this day, "can you please just lead me out of here?"
He didn't answer her but he did turn around and continue on. The rest of their trip was spent in silence, only broken by Alice when they finally came to a stop by...
"A mirror? How is a mirror supposed to get us out of this god forsaken maze?" Alice demanded.
"Quite simply, dear Alice," the man replied as his hand was suddenly around her waist, "we need only fall through."
And that's exactly what they did.
They fell.
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