Jane Doe (Various TWST x Black! Milf! Reader)

Kalim's Burnt Buns

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‘Infinite?’ You raised a brow, resting your hands on your hips. ‘This wasn't how the game went, if I remember it right.’

“Eh?!” Crowley exclaimed, taking a double take at the mirror, “Come again?!”

“This woman's magic is nothing that's ever come across my mirror before! Her magic is alive and full of rage. Her soul morphs into every color imaginable, and can't seem to remain in a single shape! Oh, how it sings its unique song to me, so strong yet beautiful! None of these dorms can suit her alone, she is too talented.”

And the crowd went wild.

"Woman? There's a woman here?!"

"But I thought this was an all-boys academy!"

"She kinda bad though."

The many voices of the students in the crowd voiced their many opinions. You didn't pay them any mind, expecting them to react this way. All that mattered was that the school approved of you, not the students.

You stuck out a bottom lip, raising a brow. “So-”

“Impossible! We've never received such a student since Night Raven College first opened its doors!” Crowley shook his head.

“Also the first time it has a lady student.” A familiar student with intimidating glasses muttered. You caught onto his mutters, already dreading the different marketing opportunities he'd probably try to use you for.

“Oh dear, what shenanigans will she get into this time?” A beautiful man with blonde hair sighed, his brows creased in slight distress. This voice, you recognized because you heard it outside of the game.

Vil Schoenheit was the son of one of your closest actor friends, Eric Venue. You two had heard of each other, even meeting each other over the phone. Well, it was really Eric calling to check up on him, and you happened to show up while he was on the phone. He made Vil greet you, because most fathers don't read the room on how awkward that is.

You follow each other on Magicam, but besides that, you only heard of each other through his father, never properly meeting in person. Meaning Vil knew about your rambunctious behaviors on and off set, already getting an idea of your personality.

Still you gave an apologetic smile his way as Bambino and Ronnie rushed to you upon waving them over. Kalim knew better than to hold an anxious child, watching with a grin as they ran. They reminded him of his own siblings.

‘How adorable!’ Kalim thought as Ronnie looked back and waved to him with a chubby little hand. Of course, he waved back, just happy to know that the children relaxed around him.

“This is quite the unexpected outcome, I must say.” Crowley muttered, “To think a student would be too adept for a single dorm…”

“What can I say? I'm literally him.” You flexed an arm, revealing an attractive amount of muscle. The scars, you couldn't care to worry about, your fans knew the reason for your scars. Still, here, you were (Y/n) Cloven, not Jane Doe, so no one really knew you.

A floating pad released a gasp, “No way! Those scars look exactly like Jane Doe’s!” The voice sounded like it was in excited disbelief. Who knew IDIA, of all people, would know about Jane Doe?

Mentally, you sweatdropped when this reached your sensitive doe ears. “Well, damn.” You hummed beneath the cheers your children sang as you flexed.

“Momma can hold a big guy wayyyy up in the air!” Ronnie puffed her chest in confidence, “I was there!” She actually was on the side while you filmed a scene. You had to pick up a preteen kid and hold him like a log for that specific bit and because Ronnie is so small, the kid seemed like a giant.