[Twisted Wonderland x Reader]
──❝Entwined Amore❞──
On behalf of her father's wishes, the King, [Y/n] Azurethorne, enrolls in Night Raven Collage to be with her seven finances, who are all attending the same institut...
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──❝The Rose-Red Tyrant❞──
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Cater grinned. "To a mage, losing the ability to use magic is about as painful as losing your head completely." He continued, "Which is why all of us at Heartslabyul House try hard not to violate Riddle's rules." Trey adjusted his glasses and chimed in, "And as long as you are following the rules, Riddle is so scary." Ace let out a low, grumbling growl, his voice muffled by his mood. He spoke in a series of disjointed phrases, each one tinged with a hint of frustration and annoyance. It was clear that he was not happy about something, and his words revealed a deep-seated resentment towards the rigid, controlling nature of Riddle's leadership.
"Speaking of which—are you still not gonna let me into the dorm until I buy a tart, Cater?" he asked, rolling his eyes. "I mean, come on, it's just a silly rule. I don't see how buying a tart has anything to do with being allowed in the dorm." Ace crossed his arms, clearly not willing to back down on this issue. "Don't @ me, but... yeah. That's rule 53, so my hands are tied." Cater sheepishly admitted, scratching the back of his head. "Also, Riddle always looks forward to having the first slice of a tart. So if I want him to forgive you, you better bring a whole tart!" Ace sneered, crossing his arms and questioning, "What happened to "We're all from the same dorm, let's try to get along?" Throw me a bone here!"
"That's one thing. This is another." Cater stated, his smug smile widening. "A whole tart has gotta be pretty expensive." Deuce pondered the cost of the tart, his brow furrowing. "I wonder if it's worth splurging on or if there are more affordable options," he mused aloud. "Seriously? I don't have that much money!" Ace exclaimed, his voice filled with frustration. [Y/n] gently ran her finger along the edge of the empty teacup, tracing the delicate curves and lines as she contemplated the complex dilemma. Her mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts as she struggled to organize them into a coherent narrative. 'If buying the whole tart means sacrificing other expenses, then maybe it's not worth it,' she thought. 'If Ace were to make one, wouldn't Riddle likely forgive him?' Just as the idea struck, [Y/n] coughed, clearing her throat to regain her composure. She glanced up, meeting Ace's curious gaze, and decided to voice her thoughts. "Ace, have you ever considered making a tart yourself? After all, Trey made the tarts you stole by hand. It would be a way to make amends and show Riddle that you are capable of taking responsibility for your actions," she suggested tentatively.
"Wow, that's amazing. You really made those tarts yourself, Trey?" Yuuken asked, his eyes widening in awe. He couldn't believe that Trey had managed to create such delicious-looking tarts from scratch. Trey chuckled, "I did indeed, Yuuken," Trey replied, a hint of pride in his voice. "That's definitely cheaper than buying. It's not a bad idea, [Y/n]." Yuuken exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face. [Y/n] shrugged indifferently. "It's a fair trade for forgiveness. Riddle loves tarts, so it's a win-win situation for both of them." Yuuken chuckled and nodded in agreement.
