[To The Place I Cannot Reach You]

[To the place I cannot reach you]

First years Trio thought on Ramshackle prefect returning to her home world.

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(GN! Reader)

Note: I want to write for all first years, but I don't have any idea for Jack,Epel and Sebek... Maybe i will do part 2 if anything comes to my head. For now please enjoy Ace,Deuce and Grim' parts.

Ace Trappola

When the idea of Kantokusei returns home, at first Ace is... Indifferent. I mean that's the whole point isn't it??? To search a way for this mysterious individual to return to where they belong?

But as the thought lingered in his head it makes Ace a bit unsettled. For Kantokusei to return means Ace will lose one of his safe places.

The more Ace thinks about the possibility the future without this person at least sending him grim's weird sleeping position at least once a day the more it makes Ace annoyed and restless.

Ace is many things, but he is absolutely not selfless, in fact he will gladly be called selfish if that means he can avoid Riddle's wrath or extra duty.

But Ace will never say or voice his desire for Kantokusei to stay on Twisted Wonderland. Because Ace, for some reason managed to forge a strange kind of bond with this particular individual.

Ace also is there when Kantokusei rants the woe of their hearts. Another ridiculous request from Crowley, that one student that keeps bothering them, how magic class is hard without being able to use magic.

About how they miss their home.

It's not unusual for him or other members of their tiny little friend group to be found in the Ramshackle dorm in the morning. That's why Ace saw it.

The bloodshot eyes, the runny nose, the hoarse voice, Ace is not dumb he just dense and decides to not care. But for this person that always pretends that everything is okay. Ace will go along with it.

Ace is selfish, he is stupidly and annoyingly honest, if he doesn't like it, just voice it out loud, that's exactly why he ended up fighting with his dormleader to begin with.

But this time only he will shut his mouth.

This time only he will not declare what is in his heart

After all, he doesn't want to make this inevitable parting more painful than it already is.

"come on, just cry it all out. It's just both of us here."

"huh??? I'm not telling anyone, can't you at least trust me a little??”

"idiot, how long have you been bottling this in?? I will help you pull a prank on Crowley tomorrow if that helps you feel better"

Deuce Spade

When someone asks Deuce since when did him and the prefect become friends, Deuce himself doesn't know.

Is it when the chandelier fell?

Is it when Crowley threatens to dispel them?

Is it when four of them work together to defeat the phantom in the mine?

Or is it on the egg accident ?

Deuce himself doesn't know, but he does know that for some reason they are all suddenly so closed.

But Deuce is aware that the presence of this person has become so normal that the thought of them suddenly parting somewhere that he can't follow makes him suddenly feel lonely.

Deuce is conflicted, on one hand, he wants to help Kantokusei to find a way home. On the other hand, he wants them to stay, somewhere he can reach somewhere he can see them.

Deuce and Ace are somehow well connected. Many of their friends have told him that they are sharing their braincell, so that's why when Ace is giving that look, he knows, he will never ever allow himself to voice this feeling out loud.

Deuce knows if he said it, it will make Kantokusei start to hesitate.

Deuce doesn't want this person that is always confident in their choice, to charge immediately if they think that course of action is right to start hesitating on their choice.

So he will keep this feeling inside, as a return for helping him avoid getting expelled, as a return for helping him free from Azul's contract, as a return for helping him studying.

After all this is what an honour student should do right?

"Kantokusei, I may not be strong and smart in magic like our seniors, but please remember this, i will help you to find your way to return home"

GRIM

NO

Absolutely NO!

If his henchman is not here then who will serve the great Grim???

If his henchman is not here then who will love Grim?

If his henchman is not here then who will keep him warm??

If his henchman goes home does that mean he too has to return to those cold and lonely lives?

Grim doesn't remember much of his life before he met us, the few things he remembers is it's cold, lonely and hungry.

And to be honest he doesn't want to remember it too, after all why would he want to when he is comfortable right now? Who wants to remember sad stuff anyway.

So if they return to their home does that mean he has to return to that life?? Does that mean he will be alone again ?

But Grim is weirdly in sync with Kantokusei's feelings. He knows how anxious they get when Crowley dismisses them when they ask about an update. How restless they become every time Crowley said he didn't find anything yet.

Of course Grim knew how sometimes they cry when it's too much. They sleep on the same bed after all.

Grim felt when they tightened their hugs, how they try to silence their cry, Grim can hear it, he has amazing ears after all.

He will become the most powerful mage so his henchman doesn't want to leave.

Grim: "Kobun i know you can't stay still, so if you want to take a walk just wake me up! You are not allowed to leave on your own!"

[name]: Eh?? Where did this come from??

Grim: JUST LISTEN TO ME! This is an order from your boss!! You are gonna get in trouble if I leave you alone!

[name]: ehhhh~~ but you are the one who always causes trouble.

Scars ft. Deuce Spade

In his sleep, Deuce finally realizes how much you had protected him from past dangers.

Tags: sfw, mention of reader getting hurt, reader has a scar along their arm, no gendered pronoun used

A/N: Just Deuce being sleepy appreciating the Prefect. Working on the event I promise 😭

300 followers prompt event! Ongoing until 11th June 2023

History class had ended minutes ago, yet here you are, writing away at your notes to review the lesson Trein had given you earlier. Due to your lack of magic, you were forced to better yourself at subjects that don't require magic to process, such as learning the history of Twisted Wonderland itself.

Fortunately, you’re not alone in the class. Grim and Ace had gone ahead to the cafeteria to get themselves, and you, some lunch, while Deuce was left behind with you, his head tucked within his arms as he snoozed away in silence next to you.

You couldn’t blame him, really. It seems common for students to succumb towards sleep itself - even Sebek fell asleep during Trein’s lesson at some point, so you don’t dare to wake Deuce from his slumber. Instead, opting to watch over him while your two other companions went ahead to satiate their hunger for the day.

Focusing on your note, you missed Deuce's half-lidded gaze on your arm. It had become a particularly warm day, so you discarded your blazer and rolled up your sleeve just enough for him to peek at the tip of a recent scar that is plastered across your arm.

In his daze, Deuce pulled one of his hands up to tug on your sleeve, pulling it back ever further to expose more of the scar. The color of it is in obvious contrast against your skin, showing how recent it is, even most potions couldn’t rid you of such marks.

He remembers it. Weeks ago when you were fighting his Housewarden who went through an Overblot. Back then, you had pulled him into your arms to shield him from a flying tree branch and rose thorns. You barely knew him back then - you were just friends who bonded over similar adversaries, yet you’re willing to let yourself bleed to protect him so he could continue the fight.

He found it stupid back then. Had either of you gone through a matter of life and death, he would have laughed or even insulted you for your ‘brave deeds’.

But now, he looked at the moment fondly.

You were magicless. Yet it felt like you were fighting the most to protect everyone. You guide Grim to avoid danger and direct his attack, you lead everyone towards Riddle’s weakest point, you gave Trey and Cater the cover they needed to seal off Riddle’s Unique Magic so everyone can stop him - you gave yourself too little credit for so much feat, and he feel ridiculous for not noticing it sooner.

Without him realizing it much, he had let his fingers trace the light colored scar that runs through your arm. His touch felt gentle - in contrast to his brute strength and violent tendencies. If he could, he would love to wipe away such marks from your skin, to prevent you from suffering such fate. Alas, he has no such strength now. Not now.

You had been watching him in silence, knowing that he’s still in daze from his sleep, tracing your scar, sending shivers throughout your body with how gentle he’s acting - you let him. In the end, you moved your arm closer to him, and he took it within his own, hugging it closer, piling it within his own arms as he tucked his head back to sleep with your new warmth.

You smiled down to him fondly, giggling, shaking your head a little, before you turned back to your notes with your free hand, continuing your task with a new bit of difficulty, yet a new and welcomed warmth from his breath.

Although being honest, you almost smacked him on the face when he placed a kiss on your arm and left his lips there - is he truly asleep?!

Incorrect quotes...

Warning: random, meme, little mature one in malleus part...

Riddle: So y/n, what's your new year goal? *Drinking tea*

Y/n:... Becoming 18 years old *with tired eyes and tired soul*

Riddle: *taken a back by answer* and how old are you...

Y/n: 17...

Riddle:....

Y/n: ...Well i should go now...

*Malleus...finally learned computer, as you personally tutored him, so how he can say no to spend time with you and court you. Plus next mouth is wedding.*

Malleus: *search for best gargoyales to show your partner* Mmm!?? *See link at the end of website and clicked*

Malleus: how to make her addicted to you... I don't need such articles....

15 minutes later .....

Malleus: well...knowledge is knowledge... *Clicking on next link, how to turn on her, next... How to pleasure her...*

Malleus: *after a day...* Now if i remember Lilia told me i can erase the my search.

Y/n: *after 1st years* maybe i should join pomefiore and focus on being pretty. Than i can get a rich boy and end of this college i will marry him.

Ace:... Funny, that you believe someone want to marry you. *Joking*

...

3rd year graduated and after one week he discovered that mirror finally told about which dorm y/n belong.... It's their own dorm...

Dorm Leaders: 😠😡

...

TWST Incorrect quotes#550 Hot as FUCK

You see Vil promote Epel's town and farm in his account when he heard how little is known about it

Yuu, smiling: You’re just adorable when you’re nice, you know that?

Vil: Well, what am I when I’m not being nice, my pretty one?

Yuu: Hot as fuck

Vil:...

-Next Class-

Yuu*With Lovesick grin and giggles face COVERED in lipstick marks*Hehe~

Vil*Sitting next to them and reapplying his new coat with a smile*

*adds this to growing list of selfxcharacter art i need to do*

theres an obvious air of tension mixed with uncertainty and amusement in the room.

no one really dares to point it out though. the guards stationed all around the room can only put the best front they can muster at the situation in front of them.

there's only so much you can do to pretend as if everything is normal, but even someone as dense as march has given you many glances of amusement.

"...-we appreciate all the assistance that the astral express has provided. xianzhou is always open if you ever decide to visit once more." the helm master of the sky-faring commission holds her hand to her chest as she gives a light smile.

except, you're not exactly facing her to see it. rather, the general in front of you seems very interested in contributing to further tension in the air.

"thank you for patching up my wounds. your skills truly rival the higher elder, bailu." you can only meekly give a close eyed smile and nod slightly in gratitude for the compliment. after all, there's a certain pointed look that has been burning the back of your head for quite a while now.

you can hear impatient taps of scales against the polished floors behind you.

with a look in his eye that promises no good, jingyuan starts to lean closer towards you.

"perhaps there's a chance you could stay behind for a while? i'm sure our physician's would certainly appreciate the assistance. i'm certain i can provide for all your living needs in the mean time." if he wasn't held in high regards in xianzhou, you're certain you wouldn't have resisted the temptation to strangle this man.

"...general jingyuan, thank y-!"

your body is jerked back suddenly, as you feel the fabric of your clothes tug against the scales that surround your waist.

ah.

now the soldiers really struggle to keep a front. jingyuan seems only further amused with the scathing glare he's sent, holding up his arms in mock surrender.

"she's not staying." slitted-pupils shift towards you, still slightly hostile. "right." his eyes glow a soft teal.

it doesn't really sound like a question. you're dazed at the proximity between you and the man you've been pining for ever since you've joined the astral express.

he's always been gorgeous, from the first time you met him, to now, in his newer form that seems to amplify how breathtaking he was.

clicking his tongue in dissatisfaction at your lack of response, his tail starts to wander, the lower half of his tail traveling to wrap around your right leg.

the embarrassment of this pose catches up to you as you frantically start to pry his tail off unsuccessfully, while your face is positively flushed.

"y-yeah i'm not!!,!, let-! let go-!!!!" the latter of your sentence was spoken in frantic whispers as you fail to wring yourself free from the iron grip his stupid tail had.

march can't help but let out a choked giggle, and welt can only shake his head and sigh. fu hua gives a sound smack to the generals head with worthless paperwork she happened to find.

dan heng takes one look at your face before he turns and heads for the exit with no further comment, with, unfortunately, you in tow.

"DAN. HENG-----!!!!!"

the citizens of luofu have no idea what to make of the sight of a vidyadhara dragging along a poor girl within the grip of his tail.

Stop, this is so cute

x : SLEEPY FAVOUR :*+ﾟ

in which: you've unwillingly become jing yuan's cuddle buddy for his afternoon naps.

warnings: fluff, 700 wc, bad writing lul, established relationship, dialogue-heavy, gn!reader teases a clingy!jing yuan.

a/n: two fics in two days. wow. who am i. enjoy. (i posted an itoshi rin fic yesterday pls feel free to check it out!)

“you cannot keep doing this, jing yuan.”

sitting up to look at the man, your complaint is hushed quickly by the general, who places a hand on your shoulder and pulls you back down into his arms. he wraps himself around you like a vine and you groan at the suffocating sensation. still, jing yuan does not let up, not giving in to your complaints and grumbles as he draws circles on your arm.

“when you messaged me earlier about paying you a visit, i did not anticipate for it to be because you were simply feeling lonely. and clingy,” you sigh and the white-haired laughs.

“then what else?”

“something of value? something that will contribute to the wellness of the luofu?”

“is this not of value?” 

“calling me as your cuddle buddy for your afternoon nap is hardly of value.”

“i object. in fact, i would beg to differ. is the wellbeing of the luofu’s general something to take lightly?”

you huff, turning around in his arms to face him. jing yuan looks at you through half-lidded eyes, fatigue evident in them as he smiles softly. instinctively, your hand reaches to tuck a strand of hair behind of ears and at the graze of your touch, he shuts his eyes, seemingly peaceful and content. 

“flaunting your title, are you?” you ask. “what happened to your humility?”

he’s quick to reply. “gone if it will prevent you from leaving.” 

a smooth talker. your lover, jing yuan, has always had a way with words, laced with carelessness yet drenched in honey, there’s little of him you can resist. even now, you feel your frustration subsiding with one simple comment.

“and why should the general have a few hours of the day just to slack off?” you ask. “your afternoon naps can wait, luofu’s safety shouldn’t.”

“you say that, yet how many centuries of peace have we lived through?”

“why is everything i’m saying only inflating your ego?” then, just to spite him, you pull your hand away and his eyes open at the lack of contact that grounds him to a realm of peace and comfort. immediately missing your warmth, jing yuan finds your wrist and moves it to rest on his face once more. 

you don’t give him the satisfaction, hoping to give him a piece of your mind by once again, retracting your hand out of his hold and his sleepy gaze darkens into something akin to displeasure.

“won’t you indulge in me?” questions the cloud-knight. “i have worked so hard today already, i have been looking forward to taking an afternoon nap.”

“and is that not possible without me?”

he shakes his head with the temperament of a child and a pout to match. what will the court think when they see this side of your feared and revered lover? “ever since you rest with me that day, no, and i will never go back.”

where did his perseverance go?

“you suggest these things as if i am not busy myself. i cannot listen to your every request and demand when i have mountains of work to complete too!”

“i have requested that they be pushed back until later. your schedule has been cleared out for the next few hours.”

“jing yuan!” you exclaim, pushing him away lightly. “you cannot do that!”

“i can, and i have.”

before you can even utter another word, jing yuan has rolled over to lie on top of you, placing half of his weight on you to act as an anchor, effectively preventing you from moving anywhere.

the press of his muscles against you and the tightening of his arms around your torso are like cannonballs against your determination, and considering that he discarded his armour the moment you stepped through the door, it’s only fair if you do the same.

“come on, my love, do you not care for your general?” he asks, borderlining a whine. 

“fine.” you surrender, finally wrapping your arms around him as well. “only because i want him to be at top performance.”

“what about your lover? don’t you wish for any benefits for him too?” 

“he is of lesser importance,” you tease. “in fact, he should suffer for what he puts me through.”

jing yuan chuckles and his laugh reverberates into your heart. “i would hate to be him, then."

"watch yourself, jing yuan."

"of course, anything for you," murmurs the white-haired before he finds purchase in the bend of your neck. surrounded by you, he wordlessly dozes off without a care in the world.

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