[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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〖 Hall Of Mirrors 〗
Emerging from the confines of the Octavinelle dorm, they tumbled out, cascading into the Hall of Mirrors. [Y/n] followed suit, cautiously stepping out from within the mirror's embrace, a profound furrow creasing her brow, etching a deep frown upon her countenance. Deuce stood up from the floor, brushing away the nonexistent dust from his pants. "Phew. I was scared stiff there," he said with a nervous chuckle, trying to shake off the lingering unease. "I'm not sure how, but Azul seems to know [Y/n]'s whereabouts all the time. Doesn't that raise some major red flags?" Ace voiced his concern. All eyes shifted towards [Y/n], who averted her gaze, focusing intently on her shoes as if they held the secret to the conversation. "I... I don't know," she faltered, her words barely audible above a whisper. "There's a feeling he's hiding more than he reveals," Jack grumbled, arms folded tightly across his chest.
"Can we not talk about this..." [Y/n] murmured, her voice barely audible. Her level of concern surpassed a mere expression; it transcended into an overwhelming sense of devastation. The weight of the situation crashed upon her like an avalanche, rendering her utterly helpless and adrift, engulfed in a sea of desolation and uncertainty. Yuu gently rested a hand on her shoulder, offering a tender squeeze, yet sensing its ineffectiveness in soothing her turmoil. The anguish etched in her eyes spoke volumes, the gravity of the situation bearing heavily on her shoulders. He, too, harbored suspicions about Azul's uncanny knowledge of [Y/n]'s presence in his office. However, Yuu recognized that the present moment wasn't the opportune time to delve into such matters. Instead, he opted to maintain his silence, granting her the solitude to navigate and process her emotions.
Deuce nodded in agreement, silently sympathizing with her desire to avoid the topic. "Well, we can't tear the contracts up. We can't even touch them as things stand," he said, his tone filled with frustration. "I think we'd better call it a day." Jack sighed in resignation, realizing that there was no immediate solution to their predicament. "We wasted a whole day, and for what? Nothin'." Grim whined, feeling a sense of defeat wash over him. "Is there really a way to shred those dumb things?" Ace asked with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Yuu pursed his lips, tapping his fingers against his chin in contemplation, as a thought struck him like a bolt of lightning. "Wait a minute..." he began. "Something's nagging at me."
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〖 Octavinelle Dormitory - Mostro Lounge 〗
As the aroma of freshly brewed coffee permeated the air, [Y/n] diligently prepared a steaming cup for a satisfied customer at the crowded café. Her hands moved with practiced precision, each step of the process a well-choreographed dance. It was a mundane routine that offered solace in its simplicity. Against her will, [Y/n] found herself begrudgingly returning to the Mostro Lounge following her classes, an unwelcome repetition that seemed to persist despite her reservations. Her mounting unease surged steadily, intensifying as if perched on the brink of a precipice, the tension taut and threatening, ready to plunge into an abyss of uncertainty at any moment. A haunting sensation lingered, a persistent inkling that a vital event loomed on the horizon, yet remained elusive, slipping through her grasp like an elusive mist. The weight of an impending significant moment bore down upon her, leaving her grasping for its elusive details.
