Twisted wonderland x OP Reader

Dragon Knight (Fairest diva)

The Queen's palace had become a war... stage.

Y/n stood at the center of the platform, Gabriel, the Diva spirit manifested as a glowing golden microphone now in her hand and to her lips.

The opening notes began.

Not from any instrument, but from Rook, who sat above on another platform they had summoned themself. He had summoned a haunting orchestral melody using the same angel twisted into strings and crescendos, conducting the music with dramatic sweeps of his bow like a maestro of war.

Y/n's voice cut through the chaos, smooth, sultry, and edged with danger "You know... I used to think beauty was something you put on. A perfect face. A flawless gown. A smile that never cracks. But beauty isn't quiet. It's not safe. It's sharp. It's dangerous. It cuts you open and dares you to bleed beautifully."

"Painted lips, a silent war. I walk the line they all adore. Every glance, a sharpened blade. They want the light, but fear the shade. Golden threads around my throat. Whispers turn to velvet notes. I smile sweet, but taste the steel. The prettier it is, the more it kills."

The ink soldiers faltered mid-charge. Some clutched at their heads as if her voice was physically piercing them. Others began to melt, their forms dissolving into black puddles on the sand.

"They beg to touch what they can't hold. A secret wrapped in perfect gold. Under the veil, I shine alone. Crimson running through my bones. They call me beauty, call me queen. But beauty bites when it gets mean. I wear the crown they never see. The kind that cuts you tenderly~"

Y/n's eyes glowed faintly as they poured more power into the song, her body swaying with the rhythm "Perfume trails like poisoned wine. Every step, a perfect crime. Mirror, mirror, tell no lies. I see the hunger in their eyes. They want the rose without the thorns. They want the fire without the burn. They want the queen who smiles while they sharpen the blade behind her back."

"But I've never been that kind of beautiful. I was born inside the flame. I learned to love the way it maims. I am the thorn. I am the burn. I am the crown that draws blood when you try to take it. So look at me. Really look."

Rook hummed and made the bow dance across the air as he conducted the music with theatrical flair. His eyes never left Y/n, shining with pure artistic ecstasy "Magnifique!" He whispered to himself between notes "The way their voice commands the very battlefield... C'est l'amour en guerre! A symphony of destruction and grace!"

Sebek was transfixed. He stood rigid a few paces away, eyes wide and gleaming with awe. Every note seemed to strike him like lightning "Y/- Y/n-sama..." He breathed, voice cracking with reverence "Such power... such elegance... such majesty! This is true majestic!" He was practically vibrating with admiration, completely lost in the performance.

Silver sighed softly beside him, arms crossed, looking half-exhausted, half-amused "...He's going to be insufferable about this for weeks." He muttered, rubbing his temple "Y/n is just keeping the darkness at bay for the time being... But I feel like he's using the opportunity too."

Grim crossed his tiny arms and snorted "Hmph. Show-off. Their voice is good and all, but does she have to make a whole show out of it?" He side-eyed Sebek with clear judgment.

Epel stood a bit further back, looking around the battlefield. He scratched his head, muttering under his breath "...How many more of these things are we gonna have to beat? This is getting ridiculous. Are we sure Vil is going to come back on his own?"

"Y/n did say so." Grim shrugged.

Epel glanced back at Y/n... He couldn't help but smile slightly 'Guess I'll believe in them, like always.'