Million dreams「twisted Wonderland x reader 」

「Chasing butterfly」AU!Riddle x reader

A/N: just got an idea- so- Why shouldn't I write?😆

TW: ANGsT, Modern AU !

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Riddle Rosehearts, a successful business man in his 20s, opening his own company in the middle of the city. His life seems to be so perfect,and everyone's would wish to live a life like him. But, a little, knows his real story,

"Aren't you going home yet?"

A voice said to Riddle as he clicked away his mouse. And Riddle let out a smile at the person. 

"No, I'll work for a bit, you could go home, Trey. "

He answered before he continued to tap down things in his computer, and heard Trey sighed. As Trey spoke up again.

"But don't go home late, or else you'll be tired out, Riddle. You've changed a lot though. I know you're still missing her.. but you have to let go.

Riddle kept his smile, as he stopped typing mid-sentence, and stare at the screen blankly. He's trying to forget, why does Trey have to bring this up again? 

"Then I'll leave you to your work, Riddle.Good night. "

Riddle didn't even bother to say 'good night' back, and didn't even bother to continue typing too. He stopped, as he tried to relive the memories of (Y/N), his first, and last love. The touch of her hand against his, the traces of you fingers against his arm, and her lips against his lips. Of course, and how your breath sounds against his chest in the morning, how your voice sounded against his ears, and how you you sounded taking your last bre—

No, Riddle, didn't Evan wanna think about it again, thinking about it made his chest hurt more than it ever was, like a rose thorn tearing his heart apart, by slithering in and out of his mind in a faint whispers and pictures.

He wanna forget, and he doesn't, he wants to let go but he couldn't. Your memories are still lingering against his head, still in his mind. Instead, he took his time, thinking about your first date, how your kisses feels like.. of course, your kisses felt like butterflies, lingering, yet light, and beautiful.

Riddle stood up from his place as he walked out of his office and down the road, which leads to his apartment near his company. You two used to roam these streets together, as young and silly fools, crazy in love. Dancing in the rain, not caring about anyone, or anything.

Today the street felt different, it was warm, as if his heart was slowly mended by the soft wind, blowing pass his face, caressing as if it was trying to show him love and sympathy. But today, something caught his eyes, your old locket, with his and yours picture was in the floor in a small zone of (F/C) colors. He remembered the day he dug it into the ground, And tried to bury this locket and the memories of you back to the gentle hold of Mother Nature. As the nature seems to be unkind, made him think of you again, as a butterfly of (F/C) and white  color Andes on the rose that was holding the locket. 

He sighed as it reminded him a lot, and he walked home, in sadness, and nostalgia. As he enters the house, he wishes there would be someone who awaited for him no matter how late he return, who cooks him dinner and such, who's the real angel, blessing him everyday. He took his bag down to the floor as he opened the fridge, and took out a strawberry bun, which (Y/N), would usually buy it for him, for when they're too lazy to cook dinner. He threw the package to the bin as he walked upstairs, taking off his ring and Looking at the nightstand with a picture frame, which was closed to the surface of the wood, covering the picture in progress. 

After he took a shower, he came out as he laid down in bed in his pajamas. He stared at the ceiling as he tosses and turned, he couldn't seems to sleep. As he closed his eyes, and let the memories lured him to sleep again.

The next morning, he woke up again, as he walked to the front door of his apartment and looked back. He didn't try to seems like a person who wished you would still be here, waving him to work. But you're not. 

In the day he has to endure Ace and Deuce fighting, and the new worker with a cat, Azul, the other leader, trying to sell his stuffs. He got home late again in the evening, and the cycle start over again.

🦋

It went over and over until that weekend, that Crowley, told him that he has to work over time this Saturday, it wasn't a problem for Riddle anyway.

That night, he walked home alone, again, as he felt a certain urge to see your locket again. He walke dot the spot as he bent down and touched the locked longingly, before the (F/C) flew to his hand. And suddenly, he felt the same feeling of nostalgia, washing over him again. Those (E/C) eyes which always stared at him with love even its the last seconds of them to stare at him, they still shine at him with love. Warm tears sprung at Riddle's eye, as he looked at the locket, but didn't open it, he looked at the butter fly as it flew away, but something, no someone, made him want to follow it further. (F/C) wings fluttered as it fly away, and Riddle following it, and slowly, memories began to embrace him. That day you were arguing with him, because of him over-working, you tried to scold him with love, yet he didn't listen and brushed you off. The memories felt warm in his skin, yet it hurts like a thousand blades, tearing his skin with his heart. He brushed you off as the next day he went to work as usual, didn't care about your warnings for his health. And later he learned, he was a fool. The butterfly keeps flying away as he pants, the butterfly flew to a Sakura tree as it stopped there and Riddle stopped too. He remembered.

He remembered the night Trey called him because a specific car accident, Riddle was about to brush it off, as he went back to work but a specialist sentence which fell from Trey's lips, scared him greatly, because his fears come true.

You, are gone, forever.

That sentence, broke the harsh, The neglecting, the egoistic Riddle everyone knew. He was so broken after that. And the butterfly led him to the place where he buried your wedding ring, Riddle fell down on his knees as he started sobbing. He should've told you he loves you before, he should've said sorry, if he did, you would've never gone to the shop to buy him a gift and got in a car crash. Riddle was sorry as he sat theee sobbing.

As he left his apology with a butterfly  under the Sakura tree in the moonlight . 

A/N: Holy— the longest fic I've ever written this year !! And some facts !

In Thai, white butterfly means death relatives trying to communicate, if you follow them they might lead you to memorials places, they shared with you. But it's a lore ! Of course, it was a tragic, yet beautiful lore. Thanks for reading !💜