[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 Usurper from the Wilds❞──
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〖 Main Street 〗
Once they entered the Main Street, [Y/n] doubled over, struggling to regain her composure as Riddle's hand rested comfortingly on her shoulder. "... That was terrifying. What is the deal with those guys?!" Grim exclaimed, breathing rather fast in shallow pants. "I'm not the one to ask. Those two have baffled me since we were freshmen together." Riddle replied, a hint of frustration in his voice, while he tightened his grip on her shoulder. [Y/n] blinked, her mind taking too long to process his words. Forcing a breath through her nostrils, she nodded her head, a little stiffer than usual. "But one thing's for sure: they're trouble," [Y/n] added.
"Messing with them seems like a reeeal bad idea." Cater cautioned, aware of the potential consequences. Ace nodded in agreement and replied, "If I were the culprit, I know I'D steer clear," he said, scratching his head thoughtfully. "Then it's off to the next name on my list! It's getting late, so let's make this the last one for today, 'kay?" Cater continued. "It's Jack Howl: freshman, Savanaclaw Dorm. Rumor has it that he's a great athlete. Scouts from all the major teams are fighting to sign him," he added. "Classes are over, so he should be at his dorm." Deuce glanced at Yuu and nodded.
Riddle nonchalantly pulled out his ornate pocket watch, his eyes scanning the time with a hint of impatience. "Oh, is it 5:00 already? Rule 346 says that "croquet must not be played after 5:00 p.m." He promptly tucked his pocket watch back into his coat pocket and turned on the balls of his feet. "I should head back to Heartslabyul and make sure that no one is breaking the rules in my absence," he murmured, adjusting his tie; however, Grim's sharp voice interrupted him. With a disbelieving look in his eyes, Grim grumbled, "Tch. I thought you'd rounded out some, but nope, you're as square as ever." Taken aback, Riddle could only stare at him open-mouthed, beads of sweat breaking out on his brow. "Th-that's not true! I assure you that I've become much more lenient about enforcing the rules." Riddle tried to defend himself, his voice trembling slightly and authority oozing from his words. Grim crossed his arms, skepticism etched on his face.
[Y/n] masked her laugh with a long exhale, her lips quirking upward. Her thumb brushes over Riddle's face, her skin catching on the softness of his cheek. Her voice took on a tone that was smooth and sweet, like honey dripping from a spoon. "Trust me, Grim, Riddle is a bit less strict with himself and his dorm members." As the weight of [Y/n]'s words settled on him, Riddle's thoughts began to swirl, his cheeks flushing with a tinge of embarrassment. He swallowed hard, fighting against the overpowering emotions that threatened to consume him. He tried to maintain his composure, but a sheepish smile crept onto his face. He mumbled, "I try." [Y/n] cocked her head slightly, studying his reaction intently, giggling softly. "Well, you're doing a pretty good job," she said, her eyes sparkling with genuine admiration.
