[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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──❝Welcome To The Villain's World❞──
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〖 Headmasters Room 〗
Inside Headmaster Crowley's dimly lit room, [Y/n] stands patiently, her eyes scanning the room for any signs of Riddle's arrival. The room is adorned with ancient manuscripts, bookshelves filled with arcane tomes, and a mahogany desk neatly organized with stacks of parchment and quills. A lit candle flickers on the desk, casting dancing shadows across the room. Above [Y/n] hung the majestic portraits of the esteemed great seven, their eyes fixed on her every step, like silent guardians watching over her. A faint scent of aged leather fills the air as [Y/n] anxiously waits for the impending meeting. Crowley offers a genuine and remorseful apology to [Y/n]. His usually stern expression softens as he leans against his desk, his voice heavy with regret. "I am sorry, [Y/n], that you were involuntarily entangled in this chaos," he says. "I take full responsibility for the lack of supervision and guidance that should have been provided."
[Y/n] raises a hand, calmly dismissing his apology. "No need for apologies, Headmaster Crowley," she said with poise. "I understand that sometimes unpredictable situations arise, and I am more than capable of handling it." Just as the tension in the room begins to dissipate, the wooden door creaks open, revealing the formidable figure of Riddle. His expression is stern and determined, his piercing eyes immediately landing on [Y/n]. As his gaze meets theirs, a flicker of warmth softens his features before he approaches the desk, his footsteps echoing through the room. With an unwavering gaze, Riddle turns to Crowley and speaks, his voice carrying a mix of authority and suppressed anger. "What seems to be the problem, Headmage?" Before Crowley can utter a word, [Y/n] steps forward, their voice clear and composed, recounting the events that unfolded on the main street. She described how a student from his dorm, accompanied by two others, caused a major disturbance that ultimately led to the Queen of Hearts Statue being scorched and damaged.
Riddle listens attentively, his brow furrowing with each detail, his inner turmoil growing more apparent. "What was that? Ace scorched the Queen of Hearts statue...?!" Unbridled rage and frustration fill his expressive eyes as he takes a deep breath, attempting to quell the storm of emotions within him. His expression grew more and more tense, his brow furrowed, and his lips pressed into a thin line. It was as if he was trying to block out the world around him, to shut out the sound of his own thoughts. His silence was deafening, a wall that seemed insurmountable. For a moment, he bows his head in silence, trying to regain his composure. The corners of [Y/n]'s lips turned downward into a deep frown, mirroring the weight of his emotions, concerned eyes searching for any sign of distress. After a brief pause, Riddle raises his head, his expression resolute, as he says. "I sincerely apologize for the inconvenience my dorm has caused." and without another word, he strides out of the room.
