[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 Merchants from the Depths❞──
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〖Undisclosed Location〗
As [Y/n] abruptly awakens, her eyes widen with a gasp, and she finds herself lying on a beach—still groggy from her slumber. Ravenous waves eagerly caress the shoreline, their insatiable hunger evident in their relentless pursuit. The coarse grains of sand dig into her skin uncomfortably, reminding her of a forgotten memory. A sense of familiarity tugs at her mind, but she can't quite put her finger on why. The beach stretches out before her, its expanse seemingly endless. Crystal-clear waves crash against the shore, their foam dissolving into a delicate mist that hovers above the sand. The rhythmic sound of the ocean fills the air, accompanied by the distinctive scent of salt lingering on the breeze. It carries with it a whisper—a whispered secret only the wind seems to know.
The sandy beach is fringed with ancient palm trees that sway gently, casting elongated shadows upon the shore. Their slender trunks reach skyward, revealing their intricate bark patterns. The foliage above rustles softly in response to the gentle touch of the salty breeze, creating a symphony of nature's whispers. "A beach? Why does it feel so familiar, as if I've been here before?" she wondered aloud, her voice barely audible amidst the soothing sounds of crashing waves. As [Y/n] sits up, her hair, tousled and disheveled, falls haphazardly around her shoulders. The strands sway with each passing gust as if dancing to the rhythm of the ocean's caress. The salty air tugs at her hair, teasingly sweeping across her face, leaving a slight brush of moisture in its wake. A solitary seagull soars with graceful elegance above, its wings spanned wide, painting a momentary silhouette upon the sandy canvas below. Its distant call reverberates, an echo that weaves into the enchanting symphony of the beach's ambiance.
However, amidst the tranquil scene, an unsettling presence lingers in the air. Faint, maniacal laughter dances on the wind, clinging to [Y/n]'s senses like slimy bits of seaweed. It coils around her, whispering chilling echoes down her spine. A shiver courses through her body, a primal instinct warning her of impending danger lurking just out of sight. And then, as if emerging from the depths of the sea, [Y/n] finds herself locking eyes with a lone floating head submerged in the water. The head, adorned with a pair of piercing blue eyes, stares back at her with an uncanny intensity. A primal instinct warns her to remain cautious, to stay wary of what lies beneath the surface. His gaze, piercing and unyielding, delves into her frozen stance, as though harboring the untold stories of a thousand forgotten souls. The sheer intensity of his stare unleashes a tidal wave of unease, as if he possesses the ability to peer into the very depths of her soul, laying bare its innermost secrets.
"W-What are you?..." [Y/n] inquired, her words dissipating into a fragile whisper. The creature blinked, resembling an owl in its curious gaze, swaying gently with the rippling waters, yet displaying no inclination to offer a reply. In a horrifyingly swift motion, large tentacles surge forward from behind the floating head, like dark serpents reaching out for their prey. They pierce through the water, shooting towards [Y/n] with a menacing intent. The sunlight catches glimpse of their slick, glistening surface, giving off iridescent hues that flicker like a deceptive trap.
