About: Mimi • 25 • they/them pronouns • a member of @briarvalleyarchives
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I am currently writing for: Twisted Wonderland.
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Idia Shroud
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2-3 for short scenarios
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Author Notes: Fun fact, I'd completely forgotten that I'd written this. I only rediscovered it this past Wednesday and realized I really wanted to get this fic posted before book 7.5 comes out for the Japanese server. As per usual, reader is gender neutral. I hope you enjoy!
Type: Gender-neutral reader/ sfw/ fluff/ light angst/ comfort/ romance implied but can be platonic
Word Count: 1529
Crowley’s words had hit hard: “You may leave using the mirror but, you will never be able to return. And after that, you will be forever bound to your world.”
He’d spoken with an uncommon amount of seriousness, which made it all far worse. I’d made a home here, but I also had a home back in my world. A family who cared for me and probably worried about me. But the more I thought about it the more I wondered: What did they think?
Did they believe I was dead? Had I just disappeared suddenly, without warning, from my home, or had I been entirely wiped from existence in my world? Did they even remember me?
Such were the thoughts that now filled my mind, haunting both me and my decision. Because a decision had to be made. I couldn’t stay in an eternal limbo of neither here nor there. Did I want to stay, or did I want to go?
Perhaps such swirling, turbulent thoughts were what had led me out of Ramshackle dorm to wander around in the deteriorating forest just beyond the graveyard outside my home in this world.
My home in this world… Was it even stable? I’d been staying here as a student, but what about when I graduated? Where would I go then? I couldn’t live indefinitely here at the school. Crowley would never allow it, but I also doubted that he would be willing to assist me in finding my way. Unless, perhaps, I decided to work for the school in exchange for room and board. Which was an option.
I could rely on my friends too, but that felt wrong. Especially considering the fact that they’d already helped me so much.
But avoiding either of those options would leave me struggling to find my way in an unfamiliar world. And that was only if I decided to stay here.
But going back could be equally problematic. Because what if everyone back home really did think I was dead? My return would come as quite a shock, and how would I explain my disappearance? It wasn’t like they’d easily believe that I’d been magically transported to another world, and I didn’t want to go home just to get locked up in an insane asylum. But I had no proof that this place even existed that I would be able to show them. I wasn’t even sure I’d be able to bring back anything with me anyway….
I let out a frustrated groan, flopping down at the base of a tree and leaning my head back. None of the options that readily presented themselves seemed right.
I wanted to keep my friends and my family and to have the best of both worlds. But even I knew that was impossible. I, unfortunately, couldn’t have my cake and eat it too.
I closed my eyes, willing the answer to my questions to come to me, but my mind remained a tangled web of troublesome options and potential problems.
Suddenly overblots seemed a lot less frustrating. At least with them the path was clear….
There was a rustling sound, and I heard a familiar hum. I opened my eyes to see bright, almost poisonously green eyes looking down at me with a thoughtful, concerned gaze. Malleus. “Child of man… You seem troubled.”
His words, ever calm, brought a wry smile to my face, but I nodded. Not bothering to deny his words when they were all too true, “I am. I don’t know what to do, Hornton…..”
I trailed off, wanting to complain but knowing full well that he couldn’t help me. This was a decision I had to make for myself. No one could help me.
“You’re thinking about going home?” It was almost impressive that he knew exactly what was bothering me, though I supposed it wasn’t that difficult to guess. And I didn’t miss the sorrow that appeared in his eyes at the thought of my leaving.
It was a small comfort that he would miss me if I did leave, but it also complicated matters. I didn’t want to hurt him or anyone else. It would be easier if my decision didn’t matter to anyone but me, but that was quite obviously not the case.
Because if he was going to miss me, then that invited the possibility that others would as well.
“I’m trying to decide what I should do. Stay here or go home,” I clarified, causing his eyes to go comically wide.
“You’re unsure? I had thought….” He trailed off, but I could fill in the blanks. He’d thought I’d simply leave and that would be that.
I smiled slightly before patting the ground beside me, gesturing for him to sit, which, with the delight of a small child, he did.
Sebek would no doubt be furious if he saw his grand lord sitting in the dirt at the base of a mossy tree. A thought which brought a more genuine smile to my face even as I shook my head at Malleus fondly, “It isn’t that simple, Hornton.”
I leaned over, resting my head against his shoulder as I spoke, “If I leave, I’ll never get to see you or anyone else important to me here again. But if I stay, I’ll never see my family again….”
I trailed off as Malleus hummed his response, and silence seemed to fall around us as my mind continued to swirl with the varying possibilities, as I pondered what the right choice might be. And honestly, it really felt like there were too many influencing factors to juggle. Because there wasn’t a single choice that I didn’t think I wouldn’t regret at least a little bit.
I laughed quietly, an alarmingly bitter sound, “I don't even know what has happened in my world…. Did I just disappear without a trace, or was I entirely erased from that world, memory and all?”
He stayed silent, letting me lay my thoughts out in a jumbled pile for both of us to inspect.
“If I do stay, what will that mean? I can’t just live at Ramshackle dorm indefinitely, but I have no way to make it in this world…. None of my options seem right, and I can’t seem to just wholly give myself over to here or there either.”
I sighed, closing my eyes once more and willing myself to remain calm despite my turbulent emotions, “I just don’t know anymore….”
Malleus remained silent, wrapping his arm around me and rubbing his gloved hand comfortingly along my arm that was furthest from him.
“I can’t answer all of your questions, Child of man, but if you are concerned about where you would stay should you choose to remain in this world…. that I can assist you with.”
My eyes popped ,and I leaned back to look up at him, my eyes wide, “What?”
He smiled, half-amused by my reaction as he looked down at me with an almost playful tilt of his head, “It would be a small matter for you to come and live in Briar Valley with me.”
I blinked up at him, both touched and startled. “Hornton, I… But that….” I fumbled, not entirely sure what to say when he’d solved one of my issues with such ease.
He laughed, an easy sound that was at odds with the tone of our previous conversation, “You wouldn’t be intruding at all; think of it as a gift from me.”
His eyes narrowed, obviously pleased with himself as he smiled down at me. Weirdly smug about this new gift he’d come up with.
His glance was soon cast down at my hands, though, as he took one of them into his own, “Now you only need to choose. Go home, return to your family, and leave all of us here or….”
He paused, looking up at me with a smile that told me he knew how I would respond even as he continued, “Come with me and stay by my side…. What would you like, Y/n?”
I felt myself smile slightly at his sudden use of my name rather than his usual ‘child of man.’ A small sign that he was, in fact, wheedling just a little bit.
It was strange, though, that with his support paired with the knowledge that he would stay by my side, I suddenly knew what I wanted. A small part of me felt ashamed; it was like I couldn’t make my decision on my own and needed his guidance.
Leaving my family for good, though… Could I do that?
I met his gaze, a smile working its way onto my face as I did so. As if I even had to ask myself that question. No one could live with their parents forever… And I’d found someone who I wanted to stay with, and they’d even accepted me without me ever having to ask.
“I think living in a palace for the rest of my life sounds rather nice, don’t you think?”
He chuckled at my words, wrapping his arm back around me and pulling me up against his side, “Indeed it does.”
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Author Notes: This is another one I've had written for quite a while. I thought it might be fun to play with the idea of Prefect having gone home and then come back. I ended up posting it because I really didn't have anything specific I wanted to post for this week, so here it is. As per usual, Reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!
Type: Gender-neutral reader/ sfw/ angst with comfort/ fluff
Word Count: 1159
Ace didn’t know why he was back here. It had seemed like forever since he was last on this campus, where his entire life had changed.
He’d completed his internship and graduated. He had a life now and lived on his own. He was still in contact with all of the friends he’d made here at NRC. Heck, he was even next-door neighbors with Deuce due to some bizarre twist of fate.
There was only one person from those whirlwind days known as his NRC career that he could no longer talk to. You.
The day you’d left and returned home had haunted him the way shattered dreams always do. He’d shunned the very thought of you and hadn’t allowed himself to reminisce about those days. The time of his life.
Ace had never expected himself to become one of those washed-up people who couldn’t forget their former glory days. He’d never been one to live in the past, and yet here he was. Suddenly drowning in memories of you all over again.
Epel’s words on that day had proven true. Ace could still remember those last moments, standing with you in front of that mirror, so clearly.
The purple-haired boy had spoken in the silence that had followed your disappearance from their world, forever gone and out of reach, “We’re never going to get over them, are we?”
What a condemning statement that had proved to be.
Everyone had continued on with life, of course. They had to. It wasn’t like time had stopped with your disappearance. But there was a difference in their interactions. Like something, or rather someone, was missing.
Ace knew he wasn’t the only one who missed you. Deuce still wore that tangled, now faded, friendship bracelet you’d given him. Ace kept his hidden away in his room, and he was positive that Jack, Epel, and Sebek still had theirs.
But Ace was certain that his feelings on the matter did differ from those of his friends in several notable areas.
Because when you’d left, you’d carried his heart with you through that mirror and back to wherever it was you were from. A small part of Ace wished he’d stopped you, but he knew there was no going back.
So why was he here, walking that old path back to the still dilapidated Ramshackle dorm?
The redhead scoffed at himself, kicking at the worn stones on the pathway even as he continued to walk. He was back because he was a fool who could never move on from a romance that had never truly begun.
He had tried. Numerous dates, both those that he had selected for himself and those that his mom had set him up on out of worry. But there was no one anywhere who held even the slightest bit of attraction for him.
It was as if you’d decided to haunt him with the very memories that he’d tried so hard to run from.
Long nights spent staying up and laughing at each other that were always followed by flushed mornings where you'd wake up together in a tangled mass of limbs in the common room.
Heart-pounding overblots where you’d take charge of the situation and steal the breath from his lungs with the sheer strength of character that you possessed and the raw fear he felt for you.
And then there were those most condemning moments, where you were both silent but still communicating with only your eyes. And sometimes, there would be those moments where the two of you would just exist in the same space with no need for words. No sarcasm or joking. Just comfortable silence that spoke far more about your relationship than any words ever could.
Those were the moments that tangled around him every night, filling his dreams with you before they chased him throughout his day.
He came to a halt, staring up at the shattered windows of the building that held so many memories for him. Only one thing was odd. The light that was on in your room.
A wry smile came to his lips, and he found himself stepping up on the porch and shoving open the door as if nothing had changed. In all likelihood, one of the ghosts had been messing around and had left the light on. You’d always complained of how they left the lights on despite not needing them to see.
The stairs still creaked just as they had during those days when you’d lived here. But now there was a thick coating of dust on the bannister.
Ace almost wanted to laugh at himself when he hesitated in front of your door, but then he heard it. The sound of quiet humming, a lilting tune he hadn’t heard since you’d left.
His hand trembled, at odds with his usual confidence, as he twisted the knob and opened the door to reveal what would become a memory that would last him forever as you cast your spell over him yet again.
There you stood, older than when he’d last seen you, but unforgettably familiar.
Twisting, your eyes were wide when they landed on his shocked form.
“Y/n….” Your name was hardly more than a breath that he expelled in dazed shock.
And you, ever the charmer you were, simply stared at him before quietly responding in kind with his name with a wobbly smile that spoke of a tumult of emotions you were somehow keeping off your face, “Ace.”
But his name, on your lips, was all it took for him to dive through the door and all but bowl you over as he slammed into you. In later moments, he would look back and wish he’d held back some instead of all but body slamming you to the ground.
You stumbled backwards, a slight gasp leaving your mouth as your arms wrapped instinctively around him. As if you had any choice when he’d pressed you as close to himself as physically possible and buried his face in your shoulder. Genuinely terrified that you would somehow disappear again before he could reach you.
“You’re… I thought…..” He pulled back, his eyes searching your face as he fumbled for words. There was so much to say and not enough words in the world.
You scanned his face, eyes alight with wonder like you couldn’t believe that you were actually looking up at the redhead, before a blessed smile spread across your face, “I decided I couldn’t stay away, so I’m joining your world. For good.”
Your words brought back memories of his first night here… as if he would ever forget that or the words he had said: “I can't go back to the Heartslabyul dorm. I'm joining your dorm. For good.”
“You idiot,” Despite his insult, you still grinned, your eyes sparkling with tears, and Ace managed a chuckle. Because what else could he do when his wildest dream had come true?
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