She's Not From Here {Various Twisted Wonderland x MILF! Reader}

This Is A Library!

Y'all I'm so hype for Halloween idk what/who I wanna be tho

Hope you enjoy!


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The Library was just as grand in the day as it was at night. Now that you weren't in a rush, you took a moment to take in the view around you.


The shelves reached the ceilings, which were sky high already, and there were paintings along said ceiling. It wasn't anything you could really decipher, but the colors were pretty!


Floating books traveled from shelves in an orderly fashion towards the librarian, who sat in a circular desk in the midst of the large area. The line of books opened themselves up once they reached a certain distance from the librarian, and he checked them off as the line steadily moved.


“Yes, you'll go over there.” He muttered to himself, blowing at a loose curl that defied his low bun and hung in his face. With a wave of his hand, the book he observed flew out of the line and smoothly went to a shelf behind him.


Once you were close enough to get a better look at him, you took a double take at the man, “No way…” Your throat tightened at his appearance.


You automatically knew this man wasn't who you thought he was, because of the hints of age that decorated his face and streaked through his hair in gray. Still, it took strength to fight back the tears that formed in your eyes.


This man was tall, though surely not as tall as you. His skin was tanned and glowing healthy, faint wrinkles forming on his forehead and crows feet around his eyes from squirting and furrowing his brows so much.


He was a handsome man, his onyx eyes deeply focused on the books that displayed themselves to him, staring through burgundy framed glasses. His black hair had hints of gray, tied back into a bun with a pencil tucked behind his ear.


This man wasn't dressed like the other staff, simply wearing a burgundy button up shirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms. His pants were black and dressy, as if he'd go to a classy event later on. There was a name tag on his shirt pocket, but you weren't focused on that.


He looked like Charina, if only he had the chance to age.


Cassandra stepped out from behind you, shock on her face. She was torn between crying and running towards the man that was an older version of her father and staying hidden in fear.


Her aunt's words ran through her mind at that moment.


“If it weren't for you and that dunce of a sister, my brother would still be alive!”


Oh how spending that time with her aunt ruined her. She flinched at the memory, gripping at your skirt tightly.


Bowie simply smiled and grabbed her sister's hand, stepping from around the corner you three peered behind and approached the desk the man stood behind. Cassandra tried to pull away, but the initial shock still had her weak.


“Bowie, what are you doing!?” Cassandra hissed below her breath, her eyes never leaving the focused librarian.


“Excuse me, sir!” She called out, snapping you out of your thoughts. When did Bowie get over there?!


The librarian held up his palm, making the books freeze in the air. Looking around, he was confused to not see anyone.


“Down here!” He looked over the desk, raising a brow at the sight of two little girls, one of them smiling up at him.


‘What are children doing here?’ He thought to himself, “Hello there, little ones.” The librarian still smiled down at Bowie, “How may I help you today?”


Bowie nudged her sister in front of her. “My sister likes to read, can you give her a book on potion making?”


“Potionology.” Cassandra mumbled, unable to fight the urge to correct her sister.


“Yeah, that too!” Bowie grinned, “I just want a book with pictures, or a coloring book if you have one!”


The librarian hummed in amusement, “Well then, one book on potionology and a picture book.” He snapped his fingers.
 

You heard the rush of air from behind you, and turned back to see a thick book about to hit your head. With a yelp, you leaned back, farther than you should've, and watched the big ass book fly over your face.


“Oh…” The Librarian hummed upon seeing you, confirming his suspicion on the two children. You were the first lady student, as Crowley had told him and the rest of the staff. He had heard you and your girls were here last night, but he was off doing… other things at the time.


With a cupped hand on the side of his mouth, he called out. “My apologies, Mrs. Candella.”


Yes, he knew your surname because Crowley had arrived earlier and seemed to complain about the fact that you were married? Well, he may or may not have been really listening, since he was doing his job.


You rose upright with a groan, rubbing your nose with wide eyes as you turned to face the librarian. “I think it got the tip of my nose.” You rasped while approaching the desk where your daughters watched the whole thing.


“Well there's no evidence of a nose on the book.” The Librarian hummed, inspecting the book with a hint of sarcasm. He leaned over the desk, reaching the book down to Cassandra. “Tell me, little one, do you see a nostril?”


Bowie gestured for you to come down to her height, “Lemme see!” She huffed with furrowed brows.


You leaned down for her to see your nose, holding your face in her hands as you spoke. “I don't think we've met before, Mr…”


The librarian recognized the open space to introduce himself, placing the book back on his desk right as poor Cassandra was about to grab it. “Ah, yes. You may refer to me as Mr. Gail.” 


Standing upright, you hummed at how familiar he seemed besides resembling your late husband. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Gail. Can I get these books checked out?”


Gail raised a brow at this, “I believe you already have a book checked out.” You were confused before he turned to face Cassandra, “Isn't that right, little one?”


Cassandra grew flustered from the sudden attention, shyly taking a book from her large bag. The clinking of paper-wrapped potions reached your ears as she held up the book towards Gail. “I finished it this morning.” She muttered, staring at the ground.


Gail was impressed, to say the least, “It must not’ve been easy. It is at a college reading level, after all.” He muttered the last part as he used his magic to send the book to its respective shelf.


“I managed.” Cassandra peeked up at the librarian, too shy to deny his false claims.


You looked down at your daughter, knowing the truth. Despite her very young age, Cassandra could read complex books. Charina had a habit of reading his college books aloud, and though Bowie was lulled to sleep by them, Cassandra would be wide awake and learning with her father.


Cassandra was smarter than most thought her to be, but she always kept them wondering. She never let one know too much of her skills, except for Bowie of course. Even you didn't know the true range of her intelligence, but you didn't care as long as she knew enough.


And Cassandra knew plenty.


Gail gave a slight pout at her response, “Well, I have a kid's book on pot-”


“Thank you,” Cassandra hurriedly covered her mouth upon realizing she interrupted, but he simply waited for her to finish. “But I want something difficult.”


You smiled at this, watching the interaction as you grabbed a book from the halted line floating above you. ‘Hm, Customs of all Recorded Lands?’ Yeah, you'd take this one.


“Quite the adventurer, aren't we?” Gail snapped his fingers, a book flying towards him from behind at breakneck speed. He managed to catch it before it could hit his head, not even turning back to see it as he handed it to Cassandra.


Bowie elbowed your leg, “See how he caught it without looking?” You nodded in slight confusion before she continued, “Very classy and very mindful.”


“Very demure.” A new voice spoke up from  behind you, taking away your line before you could even open your mouth.


You turned around to see a bih with a bad bob. He smiled, looking at you as he pressed a hand to his chest, “My sincere apologies, ma jolie fille!”


“What curse did you just lay on me?” You tilted your head with furrowed brows, as if inviting him to try something. Cassandra and Gail were in their own conversation, unbothered with whatever you and Bowie had going on.


Rook laughed at your words, “Non, non, it's French.” He decided not to tell you what it meant, it made him more mysterious that way.


He couldn't help but gaze up and down your body, truly your figure was a work of art. Rook believed that he could master the profession of sculpting for the rest of his life and still not perfectly capture your essence! Oh how lovely you were!


You relaxed at his explanation, “Well that explains it.” You waved it off but Bowie spoke up before you could continue.


Seriously, what was up with the interrupting today?


“Sir, I just wanted to say…” She gestured for him to come closer so she could whisper something to him.


Rook obeyed with the same little smile he always had, kneeling down and leaning towards her. He looked to the side, eyes still on her as he waited for her to whisper in his ear.


She cupped her hands around his ear and whispered, “Yo bob is fye.” Bowie whispered loudly, which would've made Rook flinch if he wasn't already an oddity himself.


“Oh? And what does fye mean?” 


‘So I'm the odd one out?’ You nodded to yourself, observing both conversations occurring before you. Cassandra had somehow made her way on top of the desk, walking back and forth as she discussed Magical Theory with Gail. Meanwhile, Bowie was teaching Rook about brain rot.


Where was Grim? Oh wait, he decided to stay in the cafeteria to possibly get leftovers from lunch. He wouldn't come here anytime soon, but he knew better than to stray from where you left him unless he wanted one of those whoopings you spoke about.


You decided to step away and explore more of the library as your daughters continued to socialize. It was good for them to get to know different kinds of people, and you didn't want to interfere with their development.


As of recently, you've noticed that even Bowie would look to you for approval before saying something, which was unusual. Slipping away mid conversation would put them in a situation where they'd have to think for themselves. You didn't announce your leaving because you knew they'd follow you and cut their conversations short.


Like ducklings to their mother.


You breathed through your nose, tucking the thick book you grabbed earlier beneath your arm. “What cookbooks do they have here?” The aisles of shelves held countless books, but there were no labels on the shelves to tell you where you were.


The moment you turned to walk into an aisle, you froze as your foot bumped into something. Well, looking down, you were a bit surprised to find it was a someone, instead.


You didn't bother trying to identify the guy, just taking note of his darker skin and long brown hair. He seemed to be asleep, and his vest was a yellow color unlike your gray one.


“Wait a damn minute…” You bent over to get a better look at the man, realizing it was the guy from last night's ceremony. He was the one that gave you mad sass!


Why the fuck did he look so angry while he slept? You furrowed your brows and mimicked his expression as you stared him down.


“You're blocking the light.” The man grumbled, his low voice making you flinch. You stood upright, confused how he knew you were there when he was asleep?

 
Oh wait, the ears. And maybe the fact that you were blocking the sunlight that managed to hit him. You looked back at the ears, and they flicked as if sensing your gaze.


“Right,” You hummed in response, eventually moving out of the way. Once the light reconnected with his face, it relaxed. You didn't apologize, because you weren't sorry. This was a small act of revenge from when he sassed you, even if you didn't realize you had done it at first.


‘I’m just gonna move alo-’


“I just lost my DAWWWWWG!!”


You groaned to yourself as you recognized Bowie's voice. “Well shit.” You turned and walked back the way you came from, following the sounds of Cassandra struggling as she told Bowie to shut up.


Leona opened an eye and watched as you left, his ears twitching at the sounds of children fighting. He was wondering what a lady was doing here of all places, but made no comment as you left his line of vision.


Leona returned to his nap, the image of you fading from his mind in seconds so that he could return to the warm void that existed behind his eyelids. It wasn't any of his business, so he was going to stay out of it.


You winced as Bowie let out another screech, struggling against her sister's attempts to silence her. Despite her strained voice, as if fighting to keep her mouth from being covered, she still sang.


“And my brother taught me how to CHAAASE THA BAAAAAG!!”


You finally got a look at the scene, and wow was it something. Cassandra was holding Bowie in a headlock against her side, using her other hand to try and cover Bowie's mouth. Said girl was wiggling like a mad dog to keep from being silenced, though all they shared were strangled grunts as they defied each other.


Rook was leaning an elbow against the counter, staring down at the brawl in shock and confusion alongside Gail. Though Gail looked more impressed, he was still a bit distraught, his glasses sliding down his nose and tilting.


Due to how surprised they looked, you could only assume they had just gotten physical.

 
“I know y'all ain't acting up.” You spoke firmly, which made your children scramble away from each other with wide eyes. Once you had their attention, you gave them a hard stare that made them stare up at you as they hugged each other.


Bowie showed a pained grin, “Ehehe… can we have a brother, Momma?”



- Timeskip because we gotta get back to the Prologue gurl -



After that fiasco, you made your way back to the cafeteria with all the books you three checked out. Your book on worldwide cultures and customs, Cassandra's book on potionology, and Bowie's picture book about the Great Seven.


You were a bit confused as to why Cassandra gave her initial book back when the library ghost from last night said it was hers. She said it was because she didn't want to take up too much space in the dorms. Another effect from her Aunt, always feeling like she was selfish and took up too much of everything.


Still, in an attempt to reclaim herself, Cassandra declared that she would take that first book back if she aced this potion test that Crewel had for her.


Baby steps, but you were glad she made the decision for herself, as interesting as it was.


As you reached the cafeteria, you heard that same ear scratching voice you'd learn to strongly dislike. It made you stop your spot in your book with a grimace on your face.


“How dare you defy the Great Grim his thirds?! Don't you know how powerful I am?!”


A groan escaped you, and your daughters were quick to mimic your actions as they simultaneously dragged their little hands down their faces. It was almost scary how they moved in unison sometimes, like a glitch in the system.


Bowie took a deep breath and exhaled before walking ahead, “You couldn't even beat me in an arm wrestling match!” She pointed at Grim accusingly as he stomped on one of the tables.
 
 
“Fnah?! You said you'd keep that a secret!” Grim snarled, pointing his paw towards Bowie. Now they resembled the Spiderman meme, and you were too tired to laugh about it.


“There you are, baby- Oo, you ain't lookin’ too fine righ’ nah.” Auntie O hummed as she looked concerned for you. You rubbed your eyes and yawned as if on cue, “Just need a quick nap before that Ace kid comes back.”


She nodded in understanding, floating over to your kids and resting a hand on their shoulders. “C'mon nah, les’ go make sum’ in the kitchen. Ya mama needs to rest, she been workin’ hard today.” Auntie O gently ushered them into the kitchen, pressing a finger to her lips to signal for them to be quiet.


You sat down at the table with your jacket, folding it up and using it as a makeshift pillow as you rested your head in your arms. Cassandra looked back to you in slight panic, but you tiredly waved to them with a smile. Your trust in the ghosts seemed to calm her down as well as Bowie grabbing her hand despite looking around.


“Just a quick nap, class don't end for a while anyway…” You hummed, drifting off to sleep.


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“Momma! You gotta get up!”


You groaned at how fast time seemed to fly before you sat upright. “What's the situation?” You carefully rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, making sure those colorful phosphenes wouldn't block your vision too much.


If your children ever woke you up as urgently as they just did, there must've been an emergency. You looked around warily, steadily standing on your two feet so that you wouldn't get dizzy, but quick enough so that nobody would think you had just woken up.


Bowie and Grim looked up at you, though Grim was standing on the table, as they spoke in near unison.


“Ace hasn't come yet!”


Then Bowie added, “And it's been half an hour since the bell rang!”


While that wasn't an emergency, you still clenched your jaw at that as you looked to the exit. “Aight bet.” You huffed, barely able to conceal your anger as you ran into a sprint.


Cassandra and Bowie were able to keep a good distance from behind you as short as their legs were. Grim was stunned despite chasing after you three, pushing himself to at least reach a twin so that he wouldn't be left behind.


You weren't no Usain Bolt, but during team races, you were always saved for a good start or for the final lap, whichever one your husband didn't pick before you.


You two practically carried your team in the 4x400 mixed relay, though you don't even know how you got there in the first place. Was that the Olympics? You can't even remember anymore, you just know it happened before Cassandra and Bowie were born.


A lot of wild shit was done throughout your life, so you kinda lost track of it all.


Despite that, Cassandra and Bowie were still a good few feet behind you with no issues. You knew they inherited your and Charina's speed when they tried running from you two every time they had to start potty training. Shit was low-key scary...


You barged into a random classroom, eyes frantically looking around the room for any sight of Ace. You wiped a drop of sweat from your forehead as you cursed under your breath, “Class really did end…” You hummed, looking around the bare room.


However, you did see a painting of a man and rushed to him. “Hey, good afternoon sir!”


Grim was just about to make fun of you until the man smiled back at you and spoke. Upon seeing this, Grim jumped behind Bowie and hid, which she didn't even care anymore. She just wanted in on a few hits at Ace at this point.


You took the opportunity to continue, “Have you-” However you were interrupted yet again.


“Oh why hello, Madam Candella. The noon is quite good afterwards, is it not?” He chuckled, seeming satisfied with himself for responding.


You recognized this type of greeting in the book of customs you'd read, and quickly responded. “Yes sir, I do favor the eve myself.” You nodded with respect, “I have a question I believe you may favor.”


The man in the painting raised a brow with interest, slightly impressed that you responded in such a manner most would consider vintage. “What path must I pave-for the words that you favor?”


You bit the inside of your cheek, trying not to let his words confuse you too much. “Ace Trappola is who I seek: Freshman. You may have seen him on these streets.” Even if all the paintings could speak normally, they seemed easier to get responses from if you spoke in Rhyme, according to the book.


“Oh, Ace? For sure, I saw him leave like, a few minutes ago. He's probably heading back to his dorm.” The painting spoke casually, as if he was any other guy, which made you clench your jaw again.


‘Son of a bitch.’ You nodded, “Thanks man!” You shouted as you practically jumped over your daughters and ran out the room. The only one that reacted was Grim, screeching as if you'd crush him.
   
 
Cassandra and Bowie didn't think anything of it and raced after you. You've jumped over them many times whenever they were in the way during a rush as toddlers, so they didn't mind. Along with the fact that they are comparatively small to other five year olds, it was still just as easy.


You raced down the exterior hall and made a sharp turn to the right, following the feeling in your gut. Lo and behold, there was Ace, strolling without a care in the world.


“NIGGA!”

 
Ace paused, turning to see you sprinting towards him. His jaw dropped at the fury on your face, determined to catch him and whoop his ass for real this time.


“Yo ass is mine!”
 
 
“See ya later!” He yelled out, breaking into a sprint as well. With how far ahead he was, he seemed to have the advantage, but you were steadily closing the gap between you two.
 
 
Ace noticed this and started freaking out, ignoring Grim's screeches for him to complete his punishment. In the panic of the chase, Ace grabbed the shoulders of a guy and put him in the way to put whatever space between you that he could.


You skidded to a stop, nearly bumping nose to neck with the paralyzed student in front of you.

 
Deuce, despite being a scare close to shitting himself, immediately admired you. How entrancing your (e/c) eyes were, and how your curls could reach out and tickle the edges of his face due to inertia from the sudden stop. His face got hot at how close his face was to your chest, mentally slapping himself for disrespecting you like that.


“Fuck!” Your foul mouth harshly brought him back to reality. “Can you stop him with magic?!” You looked down at the Heartslabyul student as you pointed to where Ace was running.


Deuce shook his head to regain focus, snapping in the direction you pointed. “Huh? What happened?!”


Grim hopped off of Bowie's back as they caught their breaths, “He's tryna escape his punishment from the Headmage!’


“Escaping punishment?! That's unforgivable!” He pulled out his wand, a drop of sweat rolling down the side of his handsome face as he tried to focus.


What spell could he use?!


“He's getting away!” Cassandra exclaimed, “Don't let him go through the mirrors!” She tugged at her jacket, stressfully stimming as Ace grew smaller by the second.


Ace looked back, pulling down his eyelid as he did, “So long, window washers!”


“Think of something heavy, man!” Bowie blurted out, tempted to chase after Ace herself if nothing was done soon.


Deuce took her advice. “Something heavy, something heavy… I got it!” He grinned.


“I summon thee, something heavy!”

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I was watching Splash and it made me wanna write a short story but now I'm restless idk why lmao

I didn't know how else to write this chapter, I just wanted it to be memorable

Thank you for reading!!!