[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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With unwavering conviction in his voice, Ace spoke up. "And I'm not givin' up till I hear him say "I was wrong and I'm sorry." Trey let out a heavy sigh as he adjusted his glasses that had slipped down his nose. "All right, let's do this. I can overwrite his magic for a little longer," he replied, his tone filled with resolve. "In the meantime, do what you can! Head mage, please evacuate the other students!" Crowley shook his head, his expression filled with concern. "Wait! This is dangerous!" he exclaimed, trying to dissuade Ace and Trey from their plan. "Are you S-R-S, Trey? You can't beat Riddle!" Cater looked at Trey with worry in his eyes. Ace scoffed, crossing his arms defiantly. "So what, you're not even gonna fight unless you KNOW you can win?" he said firmly. Grim nodded, determination shining in his eyes. "Yeah, he's right. That's weak," he grumbled. "This is the only way we can think of to snap him out of this!"
"Yeah... I don't want to lose him. There're too many things I've left unsaid." [Y/n] spoke in a soft, melancholic tone, her voice carrying a sense of resignation. "I can't lose Riddle like this. He means everything to me, and I can't bear the thought of never having the chance to tell him how much he truly means to me. I can't believe we've let it come to this point. But if it's the only way to make things right, then so be it." Yuuken stood firmly beside [Y/n], his voice brimming with unrelenting passion. "We just have to do this, whatever it takes!" Cater grumbled, scratching his head in frustration. "Ugh, I do NOT like or subscribe to this, but fine!" Crowley chimed in, as he made his way out of the rose maze, "Ngh... I'll be back as soon as I've gotten the students to safety. Stand firm until then!"
"The lot of you...You've got some nerve. Such defiance, from every last one of you! I shall take all of your heads!" The atmosphere crackled with tension as the menacing threat of Riddle's ink-formed arrows loomed over [Y/n] and her companions. The ink, like a malevolent serpent, rose from the ground, twisting and morphing with sinister intent. [Y/n] craned her neck to catch a glimpse of this haunting display of power, her heart pounding within her chest. As the ink coiled and writhed in mid-air, it took on the shape of arrows, but something was off. Upon closer inspection, [Y/n] noticed that the arrowheads had different shapes: clubs, diamonds, hearts, and spades. Each arrowhead glinted ominously in the dim light, a foreboding sight.
In the face of this terrifying manifestation, Deuce stumbled backward in fear, his voice quivering. "W-What is that?!" [Y/n] too felt a surge of unease as the arrows hung ominously in the air, the silence becoming heavy and eerie. The arrows seemed to be infused with an unnatural energy, causing [Y/n]'s hair to stand on end. With swift and precise trajectory, the arrows were deployed towards the group. Each arrow seemed to carry an imminent danger that threatened to pierce their very beings. Yet [Y/n] remained determined, deftly sidestepping the first arrow and evading its deadly tip. The rush of wind brushed against her hair, a testament to their agility and resolve.
