[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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〖 Present Day - Savanaclaw Dormitory - Spelldrive Stadium 〗
"My rose, wake up!" As [Y/n] slowly awakens from her slumber, she becomes aware of a distant voice calling out to her amidst the haze of her grogginess. Her eyelids flutter, and she finds herself nestled within Riddle's arms, his concerned gaze fixed upon her. He tenderly cups her cheek, his touch warm against her skin. With a gentle motion, he brings her hand up to his lips, planting a soft kiss on her palm as he expresses his worry. "My rose you had me worried. I couldn't bear the thought of losing you." It was a tender, intimate gesture, a silent pledge to safeguard and cherish her. The pain etched across [Y/n]'s face was undeniable, but she managed a weak smile.
"I'm alright, thank you, Riddle." [Y/n]'s eyes sparkled with a breathtaking array of emotions—a kaleidoscope of awe, gratitude, and pure love that blended together seamlessly. The taste of adrenaline still lingered on her lips, but it was nothing compared to the fiery warmth that surged through her veins, an inferno of realization that ignited within her heart like a roaring blaze, consuming her in a rapturous blaze of ecstasy.
Through her bleary-eyed state, [Y/n] glances to the side, taking in the sight of Leona lying nearby, still unconscious and surrounded by students from Savanaclaw. A surge of concern rushes through her, prompting her to climb off Riddle's lap and make her way towards Leona. Riddle hastily follows [Y/n], his expression a mix of worry and curiosity. Approaching Leona with a mixture of determination and tenderness, [Y/n] kneels beside him and reaches out to cup his tan cheek, her touch gentle yet urgent. She tries to rouse him from his unconscious state, murmuring his name softly. "Leona, please wake up. Come back to me." Time seems to stretch as [Y/n] waits anxiously for a response.
"[Y/n]..." Leona's voice is hoarse, but laced with gratitude and relief. "Mr. Kingscholar. Your negative energies accelerated your blot accumulation, inducing an overblot episode. Do you not remember?" Crowley leaned forward onto his staff, his expression filled with curiosity as he posed the question. Leona's gaze darted between Crowley and [Y/n], as he pondered the complexities of the vent preceding his overblot episode, a contemplative expression settled upon his face, her furrowed brow betraying the depth of her thoughts. Seeming surprised by the revelation, Leona expressed his disbelief. "Wait, ME...? I overblotted? No way..."
Grim, with a sly grin, claimed, "And more importantly, the Spelldrive tournament is about to begin. I'm gonna need you to confess that you're the culprit, so I'm allowed to enter!" [Y/n]'s eyes flashed with intensity, a sharp glare slicing through the air, causing Grim to fidget uneasily. Her narrowed gaze bore into him, and under its weight, Grim shifted uncomfortably, shrinking slightly as if trying to evade the piercing intensity. "Now its not the time for games, Grim," she said sternly, her voice laced with a hint of warning. "If you want to compete in the tournament, you'll have to find another way. Leona won't be your scapegoat." she paused, her voice firm and unwavering. Leona growled in dissatisfaction, "Heh. If this is a joke, I ain't laughin'." he said with a serious tone, his voice laced with a hint of skepticism.
