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What Comes After (Grim and Reader)

Warnings: N/A.

Anonymous Request: Devin!!! Congratulations!🥳🥳🥳 thank you so much for all your hard work, too😊💕💕💕

Could I request “why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again?” with any twisted wonderland character of your choosing? Thank you for the wonderful event, and I hope you're having a great day💕💕

Ramshackle Dorm never felt so warm and cozy as it did now.

In the dorm’s lounge, your friends were either sprawled upon the cushions of the couch or lying on the floor, various textbooks, notes, and blazers were used as makeshift pillows. On the couch, you spied Epel sleepily snuggling into Jack’s stomach, while Sebek vainly tried to appear aloof and regal even while he was sleeping. While his fellow couch-mates looked rather comfortable, the half-fae sat upright, his arms crossed over his chest. Meanwhile, you spotted your Heartslabyul friends, Ace and Deuce, collapsed onto their textbooks and notes. When they awoke, you couldn’t help but think mischievously, there would be lined marks all over their faces.

Finally, you spotted Ortho hovering in the corner of the lounge, obviously in sleep mode.

Silently, you moved further into the dorm lounge, your arms filled with blankets and pillows that you had stolen from the other rooms. Before you did anything with the items that you held carefully in your hands, you made sure to clear the area of your friends’ studying materials. From the laps of both Jack and Sebek, you withdrew a potionology textbook and a binder filled with incantations that were meant to be memorized for defense, respectively; the Heartslabyul duo, a series of booklets detailing the various herbs and fungi that were supposed to be on Crewel’s next exam.

Once you gathered all the materials and placed them in differing piles on the low coffee table (carefully and without messing up the notes or else one half-fae would get really angry with you), you began to tuck in all of the boys.

For Jack and Epel, you sacrificed one of your larger blankets. It was large, fluffy, and was a dark green that reminded you of emeralds. After you made sure that Jack wouldn’t get a crick in his neck for sleeping in his particular position–that is, curled over Epel–you turned your attention towards Sebek.

Unfortunately, there was no way that Sebek could possibly sleep like that without causing undue stress to his body. Swallowing back your nervousness, you shook Sebek’s shoulder, already anticipating an onslaught of verbal warfare. However, as your fingers gently brushed his shoulder, his light green eyes snapped open. Already fearing for your life, you began to start apologizing and begging him to keep quiet, but Sebek must have already been aware of what you were doing before he opened his eyes.

To your surprise, he gestured for another blanket in your arms and when you offered it to him, he placed it around himself and went back to his upright position complete with his arms still folded over his chest.

When you didn’t move your position–you were stunned that he wasn’t going to go sleep on another couch or at least join Jack and Epel in their little cuddle pile–he opened one of his eyes and glared at you.

You mouthed a “Fine” at him before heading towards one of the first few friends that you made at Night Raven College.

For these two, you gently awoke the both of them so you could place a pillow beneath their heads. Ace grumbled a little, but still managed an incomprehensible thank you. As always, it was Deuce who colored slightly at your kindness, but eventually he quieted from his embarrassment to thank you earnestly. You told the both of them that they could relocate to one of the other couches available or go to an actual room with a bed, but they must have been too tired because they waved off your offers.

Satisfied with a job well done, you turned to the last occupant of the room.

No, it wasn’t Ortho.

(However, you did pat him lightly on the arm as a mini goodnight from you to him).

In front of the fireplace, lying on his back and his paws facing up in the air, Grim slept. A few hours ago, the boys had lugged in a few logs and had started a fire so that they could study comfortably. The fire had been stoked recently and showed no signs of dying anytime soon, so you ignored it for now in favor of gently lifting up your favorite cat beast onto a pillow. However, as you placed his sleeping body atop of it, his strange blue eyes opened wide.

He yawned, his sharp teeth dangerously close to nipping you. Blearily, he mumbled out a greeting. “Henchman? Are we done studying?”

You huffed at that, fully knowing that Grim was going to cram later, but you knew that he was still trying his best. Oddly enough, you were proud that he had been putting more effort into his studies, which was a far cry from how he had first started out.

“Everybody’s asleep,” you whispered. You held a finger to your lips to accentuate your point. “Do you want to head to our room or stay in the lounge?”

Grim’s three pronged tail swayed from side to side as pondered the offer over in his mind. While you waited, you sat beside him, your legs sprawled in front of you as your toes were warmed by the heat of the fireplace flames. As the wood burned, you were aware of the crackling and snapping as the logs eventually succumbed to the greedy hunger of fire. Fully warmed now, you found yourself steadily leaning backward until you were fully supine with your face angled upwards and facing the ceiling.

The ground was hard against your back, but you dismissed such discomfort. The warmth was easing you into a lull that would latch onto you until you had no choice but to fall prey to Morpheus and the Sandman.

A paw gently stroked your cheek. Although you kept your eyes closed, you made a humming sound to let Grim know that you were still awake.

For some odd reason, Grim remained silent and you found yourself frowning. Opening your eyes, you expected your cat beast to be actually asleep, his paw resting on your cheek a mistake that he hadn’t rectified.

And yet–

When you gazed at him, you found that his sapphire blue stare was mirroring you.

“Grim?”

The cat beast hesitated. As a way to soothe this sudden bout of nervousness, you began to pet his fur. As always, he wasn’t exactly fluffy like most normal animals, but there was comfort in pressing your fingers in his weak spots and watching him melt into your embrace. As a result of the aforementioned melting, his head smooshed into your shoulder and that’s when you heard him speak.

“You looked sad today.”

You blinked and felt your face warm. To calm yourself, you continued kneading the fur around his neck and in between his ears.

Voice measured, you replied, “Really? I guess the stress about the upcoming exams has got me feeling blue. Heh.” You poked him in his cheek, careful not to press too hard or else he’ll claw at you for insinuating that he was cute enough to irritate like this. “Get it, blue?”

Grim rolled his eyes and you could have sworn that the bright blue flames from his ears turned red for a second.

Okay. He wanted to be serious with you.

That was new, but you could oblige.

You withdrew your hand from his fur, silently lamenting the loss of contact, before you answered him in full.

“We have less than two weeks left, Grim.”

He nodded absently, his eyes never leaving yours. What was going on in that brain of his, you couldn’t help but think. It wasn’t like him to be this concerned over just a random mood change.

“Yeah, and? Henchman, if you’re worried about failing, don’t worry! You’ve been studying so much with these guys–” He waved his paws in the random direction of your fellow Night Raven College first years. “–that I think if given the chance, you could actually teach the subjects by yourself!”

Almost as if you wanted to remove yourself from the situation, you faced the ceiling again. It was true. Way before the end of year exams were announced, you had long since started documenting and taking notes of what should appear on the tests. It wasn’t out of pride or the ambition to be at the top of the first year student list. No, it was because…

Well…

Only you and Grim knew what it was like to be stuck in this particular situation and even then, it seemed like you were fighting this battle alone despite your shared title as one student.

“It’s not about the exams,” you whisper into the red tinged darkness. “It’s about what comes after.”

The Headmage had only offered you room and board for the school year only. You had asked around and while summer classes were available (for students who needed remedial lessons), what use were they of to you? Sure, you could probably skip ahead in some classes and lighten your load for the next few years, but what then? What came next? After nearly a year stuck in a world where magic exists and with no hope of ever going back to your home world, you were tired.

Studying for exams was the only thing that kept your head above water.

It was a red herring for the real thing that caused you stress: the need to find a place to stay.

“I…” And that’s when you realized that your eyes had become wet and your throat had become tight and scratchy. Even breathing, a task that should have come naturally to you, had become laborious and hitched the longer you thought about your situation. “I don’t want to stay here forever.”

At the same time, you didn’t want to be cast out into the world without a safety net. For all of his grand platitudes about kindness and benevolence, the Headmage did little to reassure you that someone would take you in when he knew that you had come into this world with nothing and that while it had been almost a year, you still had nothing to your name.

Only used garments from previous Ramshackle tenants; ratty, tattered notebooks that taught you things that were of no consequence to you; and a dorm that was empty except for ghosts.

If you were looking at this optimistically, Night Raven College would house you for the next three to four years all through the school and summer terms. Once you got your internship (hopefully something that didn’t require innate magic), you could finally come into your own.

On the other hand, maybe the Headmage would finally tire of you. The Overblots had long since ceased after Malleus’ meltdown, but you hadn’t heard from the Headmage since. Common sense warned you that it would be best to set up a meeting with your warden so that you could be on the same page and map out a route on how you should proceed, but you couldn’t do it. You procrastinated.

You didn’t want to be confronted with the reality that the Headmage could just as easily throw you out as let you stay on the grounds when most of the student populace had gone.

And, a traitorous voice in your head whispered, what if the Headmage actually found a way for you to return? What if all of your worrying and fretting was useless?

All you had to do was ask…

You closed your eyes tightly–a vain attempt to stifle your tears. It was useless, though, a few tears escaped and you felt them trail down the creases of your closed eyes and down the slope of your cheeks. Absently, you felt Grim rest his paw on you again.

“You’re gonna be a great mage one day. You know that, right?” A smile split your face open; it felt painful and out of place as you began to sink into despair. “I’m gonna miss you.”

Silence.

And then–

All of a sudden, you felt a weight drop onto your chest at an alarming velocity. Spluttering with disbelief, you found yourself suddenly face to face with Grim. His ears were blazing fiercely, the fiery red at odds with the exact same fire mirrored in his sapphire blue eyes.

“G-grim–?”

“Why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again?” You felt the full weight of his body press down on your chest, nearly suffocating you as you tried to regain your bearings. “Do you think the Great Grim would actually abandon my henchman?”

“N-no? That’s not what I–”

“Exactly!” His paws pressed deep into your cheeks, forcing you to look only at him. There was no escape from him. “If the Headmage kicks you out, he’s also kicking me out! Where you’ll go, I’ll go!”

Oh.

So, Grim had actually been paying attention to you.

“But that’s not gonna happen,” Grim continued. He removed his paws from your face, but remained seated on your chest, his eyes defiant and his body language demanding that you pay him attention. “Because we’re a team and if that stupid Headmage knows what’s good for him, he’ll keep us both because we’re gonna be great mages! Just you wait!”

He stood above you, his ears finally returning to their electric blue color. In amazement, you could only gape at how mature and confident he sounded. Could it be really that easy? Or was it that foolish optimism you were feeling?

Regardless, you managed to huff a disbelieving laugh as you reached out and scratched the fur in between his ears. The heat welcomed you like an embrace as Grim followed suit. Without so much as an invitation, the cat beast burrowed into your neck as he flung his forelimbs around you.

“Didja hear me, Henchman? We’re gonna be great mages and you’re gonna find a way to cross worlds so I can see how much of a dump your old home was, ‘kay?”

Playfully, you pinched his cheek at his dig at your home world, but ultimately let it pass.

“You do realize that I still don’t have magic, Oh Great Grim.”

“So what?” He held you even tighter as if it were possible. “That’s why we’ll be both the greatest mages in the world! You’ll be the first to not have magic!”

You didn’t question his logic, your mind was still frazzled from the roller coaster of emotions you felt and the snot and tears that were building up at the back of your throat was not helping matters either. Perhaps in the morning, when you were well rested, you would tease Grim for such a weird thing to say, but for now–

You could only hold him closer so that he could use you as a pillow.

As his breathing slowed down in slumber, you blindly reached around yourself until you finally picked up the last blanket. It took some maneuvering, but you managed to drape the cloth over yourself and the very first friend that you met in Twisted Wonderland.

Tomorrow, you promised yourself. Tomorrow you will corner the Headmage with Grim in tow and finally settle the summer arrangements.

Whatever happened next, you knew that you wouldn’t be alone.

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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 5 months ago

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Language Barriers

Based off the idea that Yuu doesn't speak the same language or have the same culture norms in their world!! Got inspired for once

Content Info: GN!, 4.6K words-ish, Fluff/Comedy, Platonic except in Kalim's, Aztec refs in Leonas, NSFW jokes in Heartslabyul, Staff being parents, Trey bullying

Characters: Mozus Trein, Divus Crewel, Dire Crowley, Ashton Vargas, Sam, Riddle Rosehearts, Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Grim, Leona Kingscholar, Kalim al-Asim, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit

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Since your arrival in Twisted Wonderland, you have begun to grasp the language and culture of this world. For the most part, at least.

You remember as clear as day when you first arrived, the pure confusion of the Headmage and those around you. Words from your lips were pure gibberish to them. They stared at you like you were an anomaly— and they were right. You are one.

‘Glitchy’ is the term they have used to describe your voice. “It is as though the sound around you warps everytime you speak.” The Headmage— Crowley— said.

The man had given you a necklace alongside an old dorm he housed you in. It was a simple looking necklace. A small mirror charm dangles in the center of it. Subtle enough to not draw attention to it.

It wasn't just a necklace however. It was a translator, a universal one.

The ‘glitches’ from your mouth had stopped and became the strange sounds the natives here spoke. Still, the necklace is just a buffer. Just because you can understand them doesn't mean you know what they're saying.

You still do not know the slang, the culture, the phrases, the grammar. Words still slipped your mind. You swear all you can hear is gibberish at times– and honestly you don’t doubt it occasionally is when students want to mess with you. You still had a lot to learn and there have been many miscommunications along the way. All part of the journey you suppose.

The staff here weren't coddling at all but they were accommodating. They made it clear that they favored no student more than the other. (At least that's what they claim.) But they also understood that holding you to the same standard would be unfair.

Mozus Trein

Professor Mozus Trein was a blessing when it came to learning about this world. His history classes made understanding this place easier. Trein would even give you extra context with his lessons to help you understand the everyday things and universal knowledge that you are unaware of.

His standards for your essays were different. He was no less strict on you but he was reasonable. He could tell that you truly understood the concept and put effort into your papers despite the language barrier and he is not going to punish you for learning.

You would get your paper back with a high grade and a page of corrections with explanations for each one. Why this comma here wrong. Why this was the wrong conjugation of that word. How this sentence could be improved.

“Excuse me, Professor?” You test the words as you speak them, accent slipping out. Trein looks to you from his desk. "Yes?”

“This word here is marked as wrong, but I remember you saying ‘I before E except after C.’” You tilt the paper to him and the older man adjusts himself on seat.

“Let me see here…” Trein paused to read the paper, expert eyes scanning for any potential mistakes. “Ah I see, that word there is an exception. ‘Sovereign’ doesn't follow that rule.” He closed his eyes as he explained and you nodded in understanding.

“I see, so I just have to memorize it. Are there any other words like that?” You didn't like how Trein seemed to frown as he thought about it. He hadn't realized how many there were. “Yes there are. A lot more than I anticipated I’m afraid,” a sigh escapes his lips and he shakes his head.

“I will not hold this against your grade since you have been improving with each assignment. Little mistakes like this will be forgiven so long as they are not repeated. Allow me to adjust your grade accordingly.”

You tilted your head as your B+ went to an A-. A small smile decorates your features. Trein nods to you and hands you your paper back. “There you are then. On to you next class.” You turn to leave but are stopped by when he speaks again.

“You should be proud of yourself, Yuu. You are the hardest working student I've have ever had the pleasure of teaching.” You perked up and your smile grew as you were onto your next class.

Divus Crewel

Professor Divus Crewel’s classes were difficult for completely different reasons. Math and numbers were the same for the most part aside from some minor symbol changes. Word problems were the bane of your existence however. Thankfully Divus can see that you understand the math. He'll often pass you or only take half a point off if you use the wrong equation or misunderstand the question and such.

He also gave you a small private lesson about alchemy as well. Teaching you the basic terms and proper protocols that most students would have learned early in their education. He'd show how to differentiate the effects an ingredient would have by the prefixes of their names or symbols on the vial.

But most importantly he would help you socially. What you should dress like for certain events. The correct way to speak so you could sound like a native. Social cues.

And he would refuse to admit it but you were his prized pup over the rest. He may or may not have slipped you a few perfumes or clothing under the guise of “Crowley not providing enough” or “Taking stress off of you to do better in class.” You knew better though.

After all, how could he play off giving a coat similar to his? It was less flashy and more suited to your tastes. It wasn't obvious to anyone else that you matched him unless they really observed. Perfect to wear in his class.

He's always looking out for you. Making sure you are safe and secure. And should you get injured from another adventure, he is there with a potion in hand.

Dire Crowley

Crowley was the one that gave you the necklace and a place to stay. Though eccentric and a bit well… lazy, you couldn’t deny that this was a good display of his generosity. Even if he does make you work for it.

Crowley was a strange one. He'd gift you some magical object one day and then forget you exist the next. He’d help you with your paperwork for accommodations and then forget to approve of them.

One time he dropped off a stack of paperwork on you to do for him but still left you a huge comprehensive guide that teaches you how to do each one. On top of that there was even a translation card meant to help you. If he put this much effort into these papers he'd be done by now. You assume he made this so he can drop more on you in the future. You swear he mentioned he's doing this to you to ‘prepare you for when you become the new headmage— er headmaster.’ Yeah right.

He'd give you dangerous tasks then become overprotective if any boy dare get too close to you. He'd help with anything but only if you stroke his ego. Yet despite it all he was still, as much as you hated to admit it, generous.

Despite everything, he has taken you in instead of abandoning you in this world. You swear sometimes he acts like a dad to you… When its convenient.

He's so annoying but you can’t find it in your heart to truly hate him. He may get you in trouble, but the moment it becomes too dangerous he steps in without hesitation to protect you and gives you a huge lecture after.

You hope you learn enough of the language to properly scold him.

Ashton Vargas

“Is this really necessary?” You ask the coach in front who re-wraps your hands tightly. “Absolutely it is!” The Coach's booming voice resonates in you as he pats you on your back rather roughly. “Give me another punch.”

You swallow and raise your hands again. You hesitate. “Come on kid you aren't gonna leave a dent in me!” You swallow and swing at his stomach. Vargas was right, he doesn't even flinch as your arm practically vibrates.

“That was a good form! I almost felt it.” A great guffaw rumbles in his chest. “Again!” Another punch, he looks down approvingly.

“Not bad, not bad at all. I sense a lot of potential in you, kid. That's enough for today.” You breathe a sigh of relief as you wipe your brow and unwrap your hands.

“Seems my training regiment is working, you're getting stronger by the day. Still— this on its own isn't enough. You need protein, kid! Lots of it. And you know what a good source of protein is?”

You stare at him for a moment. “Those uh…” the word slips your mind. “Chicken… capsules…?”

“Bingo! But they're called Eggs here Yuu.” Ashton puts a hand on his hip and makes a fist. “You should start with a dozen eggs per day and increase from there. I know that headmage can't be relied on to pay you in time, so I personally will deliver some bulking meals myself!”

“... Why are you doing this for me?” Your voice comes out a bit quiet as you speak. Ashton looks at you for a minute. “Why? Because you’re my student and I want to see you succeed. You got some serious strength hidden in you, and it would br a shame to see it wasted. Besides…”

As he speaks he starts taking down those punchy things, sandbags, you think. “The students here are quite rowdy. I want you to be able to defend yourself, especially since you don't have magic. You have to rely on brawn, Yuu! And I will be the one to awaken it.”

Vargas strikes a pose for a moment before relaxing. “Before you go I need to teach you some vocabulary.”

“Vocabulary…?”

“About your muscles of course!” The coach sat you down for a moment as he went into kinesiology. Micros and macros. Bulking. He broke it all down for you while flexing his muscles to emphasize his points.

“Now off you go Yuu, meet me here same time tomorrow, got it?”

Sam

Sam is a cool dude. You interact with him a lot. He never had an issue when you were first learning to speak. In fact he'd help you find the products you described to him. Of course he'd try and convince you to buy the more premium products but that's just business.

He'd even offer you a gig or two. His shelves don't stock themselves and his shadow friends wouldn't mind some extra help. Just know they can be a bit mischievous. While you were working you'd even get a small employee discount.

Even though your language has gotten better, there is still the occasional mix up.

“Ah, prefect! What can I do for you?” Sam queried while leaning on the counter top, delighted to see one of his favorite customers. “I am looking for… um…” You froze. What was that word again??

“The… white liquid?” You watched as Sam racked his brain for what you meant. “An invisibility potion?”

“No no! It's like… a juice?”

“Ah! I got it! Coconut milk!” The man snapped his fingers and winked. He frowned a bit when you shook your head.

“Wait here.” The shadow man watched as you ventured into the small smack aisle in front of him. Soon you took a bag of beef jerky and pointed to the small symbol on it. “What is this animal called again?”

“That's a cow.”

“Yes! I need the juice from it! The cow juice! What is its name? I forgot.” you perked up and beamed at him, hoping he understood. It all clicked for Sam, and he let out a hearty laugh at the realization.

“Do you mean milk, perchance?”

“Yes! I knew it had that sound! I need milk!” Sam chuckled again and waves his hand, sending a small shadow to retrieve some. “By the way would you be down to do some work tonight?”

“Tonight? Yeah, I can always use some extra cash.” The prefect was always so easy going. Guess they had to be in a place like this.

“Good. I'll apply your discount right now then!”

Heartslabyul

Your favorite Heartslabyul members have invited you to join them. Another Unbirthday party was to be hosted and the stars aligned today for the whole deck to help with the baking. It felt nice to be with them. They were like a family in a way, being with them felt like home. Alongside baking, there was some cooking being done too.

“Geez you really do like your eggs, huh?” Cater asked the spade who stirred his chopsticks with precision. He is determined to make the perfect tornado omelet.

“Oh you have no idea.” Ace tsked. “Whenever we go out to a restaurant it's the only thing he orders.”

“Not true!” Deuce's interjection wasn't as strong as it usually is, much to focused on his creation. “Yeah only if they dont offer any.” Ace retorts.

“Grim, it is unsanitary to touch the batter,” Riddle breaks up the impending argument to chide the direbeast ‘helping’ him stir, “Trey how many egg yolks do I add?”

“Three. You sure got it Riddle?” Riddle pouts a bit. He knows he got a shell in the batter last time but he's trying! “I'll get it right this time, you can count on it.”

“Ooh, give the egg whites to Deuce if you aren't using them!” Deuce mutters a thank you to Cater as he finishes up his omelet. “Does anyone else want one?”

No’s resound across the kitchen aside from you and Grim which makes Deuce smile. “Alright, what kind do you want Yuu? I'm still unsure on what kind you prefer.” Deuce looks a little embarrassed at not knowing despite how long you've been friends.

Before anyone could tease Deuce, Trey asks the worst question he possibly could without knowing. “Actually how do you like your eggs in the morning, Yuu? I rarely see you eat breakfast in the cafeteria.”

You pause for a moment, the pan you were greasing slipping slightly. Then you chuckled. “That's very bold of you Trey, I never expected you of all people to say that… But judging by everyone else's reaction, I assume it doesn't mean anything here?”

“Oh? Does it mean something different where you from?” Riddle asks, looking over at you. “It does actually.” Cater looks up from his phone he was reading the recipe from, noticing your amused expression. “What else could possibly it mean though?” You hold in a laugh. Perhaps this wasn't the best time to bring it up but you can't help it.

“Is that so? I sure hope I didn't say anything offensive. What does it mean?” Poor Trey; he chuckles as he decorates one of the finished cakes not knowing the storm that's brewing.

“You essentially just propositioned me in front of everyone.” The whole kitchen is silent as they stare at you. Trey looks flustered and confused out of his mind as an abundance of frosting squirts out of the bag. “I… pardon?”

Ace speaks first “Huh?! How does that make sense?”

“Proposition? What does that mean?”

“Don't worry about it Grim.” says the diamond. “Still that seems far fetched, it's rude of you to mess with Trey like that you know!”

“I'm not lying! It's actually what it means!” Trey is adjusting his glasses now, embarrassment growing. Riddle looks horrified, trying to find his words. He's trying to rack his brain for a response before deciding to ask about it. His voice comes out a little hesitant and unsure. “Are eggs part of some sort of courtship in your world…?”

“Um… sort of..?” At your words Deuce pales. Ace takes this opportunity to be a little shit per usual. “Wow! Seems like you have a chance then, Deucy!”

“Oh shut it Ace! Wait, have I been propositioning you this whole time?!” His face is red and he's hiding in his hands. He has offered so many egg dishes over the years. Oh God he must have made you so uncomfortable— this isn't what an honor student would do!

“I still don't know what that means…” Grim grumbles.

“No no! Offering eggs is fine, it's just that particular phrase has very different connotations in my world.”

Ace is snickering at the whole situation, but especially at Deuce’s panic. He's also just as confused, however. Trey finally has the courage to speak. “Um, how exactly does that mean…” He trails off, defeated. “I'm sorry Yuu, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable…”

“You didn't. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tease you too much…”

“Okay, but how exactly does that mean that?”

“Yeah I'm with Cater on this one…” Ace adds.

“Enlighten me.” Riddle puts his hands on his hips, morbid curiosity getting the better of him.

“So… When someone asks that they essentially mean to say they're gonna invite you to spend the night with them and cook you breakfast in the morning.” Trey looks even more embarrassed but so does Riddle.

“So it's a sleepover? That's it?” Grim asks just to be waived off by Cater again who vibrating with laughter.

“That's a pretty convoluted way of asking…” Deuce looks to the side, also a little flustered. “Yeah it makes no sense for me either, and I'm from that world, but that is what it means…”

“Wow so Trey really is bold!” Cater snickers as Ace joins in with a “I never knew you had it in you.”

“Enough with this vulgar talk!” Riddle commands, clearly demanding the conversation to be over.

“I am never gonna live this down aren't I?”

Leona Kingscholar

I am gonna nerd a lil abt aztec mythology rn and I'm not apologizing

Herbivore is what he called you. It was meant to be an insult but you never took offense. There is no other creature that fights harder than prey that is fighting for their life or backed into a corner. If anything it was a compliment. You've seen how hard they can fight.

Yet today Leona took the title further. “You are honestly like a little rabbit. All this confidence and attitude, yet harmless.” You raised a brow at him. “Thank you.”

Leona's eyes shift ever so slightly. “You're taking it as a compliment?” You tilt your head. “I assume rabbit in this world is synonymous with fragility here…? Odd. They're a symbol of warriors back in my world.”

“Is that so?” Leona speaks boredly, but he doesn't excuse himself or tell you to shut up. “Yeah, rabbits are these mighty warriors that are completely invincible. Children of one of the 5 sin gods too. Nothing can kill them. Centzon Tōtōchtin are no joke. Odd how they're considered weak here.”

You think for a moment. “But they are known to be constantly drunk all the time and play around, so I guess that could be an insult…” Leona just rubs his head. “Take it however you want…”

Kalim al-Asim

“Look at all the stars!” Kalim exclaims, pointing up at the sky. He lands his carpet along the sand dunes, eyes full of wonder. He then looks to you with bated breath, waiting for your reaction.

“It's beautiful…” You whisper, overlooking the patterns of stars decorating the night sky. It was straight out of a painting, vast and whimsical. Kalim was glowing at your happiness. “Aaah, I'm glad you like it! I was hoping you would!”

You lean back against the ground. Shooting stars dart across the sky along the twinkling lights in a beautiful display. Your eyes land on the moon, admiring how different it was from your own.

“The moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn't it?” You freeze for a moment. “Haha, careful saying that to people from my world Kalim, not that you'll be running into anyone else from there anytime soon…”

Kalim looks over to you, brows slightly furrowed. “Eh? What do you mean?” You look back up the moon again. “Saying ‘the moon looks beautiful tonight’ where I’m from means I love you.” There's a moment of silence as Kalim ponders.

“Well then the moon looks beautiful tonight! I love all of my friends!” Kalim grins at you, fist pumped to his chest.

“It's not like that, Kalim. It's for romantic feelings. Funny, since coming here I've had a lot of experiences that would be considered flirtatious in my word…” You laugh a bit before a small frown appears on your features but Kalim snaps you out if it.

“So what you're saying is… it's a love confession?” His eyes are glimmering, the moon reflecting on them beautifully.

“You got it.”

“Then the moon looks beautiful tonight.”

Jamil Viper

So in TWST the languages aren't called the same thing in our world but I couldn't figure out the language of the Scalding Sands so I made one up. Can be a psuedo-prequel to my other fic Missing Yuu. It can be read here!

“Your Arabic is so similar yet so different than my world's version” Jamil pauses his mumbling and hums in question. “Arabic?”

“It's a language where I'm from. It sounds very similar to yours. Like I swear it could be some sort of dialect of it.”

“Scaldic, you mean?” You nod looking over at him from where you lay in his bed. “Is that what it's called? It's a pretty language.” Jamil messes with the stereo in his room, taking out an old CD and browsing for another he wanted to show you. “Maybe once you get more comfortable in this language, I can teach you a bit.”

“That would be lovely, thanks Jamil” As the sounds of shuffling continue from his search and you absentmindedly mess with your necklace before sitting up. “Wait! I know!”

Jamil perks and turns to you, watching as you start to take off your necklace. “Here put this on, you've shown me so much music from your world, let me show you some from mine!”

You offer the necklace over, shaking it a little for encouragement. Jamil takes it gently and examines the necklace. He lifts up his hair and slips it on, feeling a warmth on his chest from where the mirror lay.

You speak, and Jamil braces against the weird feeling of the necklace warping your glitched gibberish from your throat into his native language. “Can you hear me?” The words echoed in his head a bit. He took a moment to fully process them as they reverberated in his head.

He almost replies in his native tongue, but the amulet compels him to speak another language. Your language.“Yes, I can.” He replies, slurring a bit as he feels his words echo and warp. Strange… he knows what he's saying but he can't understand it.

“You have an accent, well that makes sense…” You chuckle a bit as he sits beside you, taking a moment to adjust to the sensation. “I never thought about how the enchantments on these worked. I assumed that it would be instant. Is this what it's like for you?”

“Crowley said it would probably be different for me cause I'm not from this world. See why I ask you to repeat things all the time? … thanks for not getting too annoyed with that by the way.”

You tap away on your phone for a moment. “Here we go, I got some songs in Arabic for you, look.” Jamil watches you press play and takes in the music. It was ethereal, so different yet so similar to his worlds. Uncanny yet compelling. Then the lyrics start and he furrows his brows.

“It really is like Scaldic.” he replies, closing his eyes. “Its like if I focus hard enough I can hear it in my own language, but I cant.”

“See what I mean?” Jamil nods. “I think I'm picking up some words though, but there's no guarantee the meaning is the same.”

“Yeah it's how I feel all the time here… its frustrating at times. Oddly enough there are some words that stay the same, mostly food for example. Like mahalabia or horchata for example.”

“Huh, odd how that works…” the music coursing through his body invigorates him. He can imagine all the potential ways to move to this.

“Yeah. And it's the same dish too— well sort of. It tastes so similar yet so different. I miss my world's food, but I'm slowly forgetting the taste of it. Its just vauge memory.” Jamil peers over to the saddened expression on your face. He never even considered that part of being from another world.

“... How about we listen to your music while cooking, then? I'm sure we can make something that tastes like home.” Your face brightens. “That sounds nice.”

Vil Schoenheit

“Thank you for putting up with my accent, it must be annoying to deal with.” You sip on the tea he offered you, trying your best to abide by the manners in this world. Vil merely looked at you.

“It's not annoying at all. Your accent is fine just the way it is.” He almost seemed disappointed by the insinuation.

“Ah… Sorry I just saw that Epel’s usually not allowed to use his accent around you, so I assumed I shouldn't either.” Vil sighs.

“That's different. You have already proven yourself strong and beautiful enough to be who you are. Epel on the other hand needs to learn to accept himself for who he is first before he can truly be the person he wants to be. He must prove to me he can love himself as he is. If I hated accents, I wouldn't have let Rook speak in his."

“Ah I see… Thank you.” It wasn't everyday that you get praise from the Vil Schoenheit. “Your speech has improved, though I may point out there are some words you may need to work on. Your accent may make it sound like you are talking about something else entirely. Hmm…”

You hold your breath as he thinks. “I want you to grow into the best spudling you can be, so how about you take voice lessons from me?” Vil seems to smirk at your surprised expression. “From you..?”

Vil nods. “Yes. This way you can grow more confident in your speech and vocabulary. That voice of yours is beautiful, it just needs to be tuned.” You look at your tea then to him. “I accept.”

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