Iridescence | Y! TWST x Reader

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Crowley hummed as he stood, snapping shut a large book in his hands. A sprawling map stretched across the table before you, its surface marked with intricate lines of a world unknown to you.

"Nothing," he said with a note of finality. "Your homeland is not listed on any map from any point in history. Are you quite sure that you come from such a place?"

Your frown deepened at the question. "Of course, I'm sure. I have no reason to lie, sir," you defended, your voice tight as tension coiled in your jaw at his insinuation.

"Ah, if so..." Crowley tilted his head, a curious glint in his eye, "then the only explanation is that you've come from another planet. Or perhaps– you were plucked from an entirely different dimension?" His tone turned almost playful, as though the very idea of this situation was a trope of entertainment, catered oh so specifically for him.

The weight of his inquiry hit you hard, knocking the air from your lungs. Another planet? A different dimension? Your mind reeled under the enormity of it all.

How could this be real? How would you ever get home? Why did this happen to you? Panic clawed at your chest, threatening to overwhelm you, but Crowley's voice cut through, breaking your spiral.

"Do you have any form of identification? A license, perhaps?" He peered at you, then added, "Though you do seem rather... empty-handed."

Instinctively, you patted at your robes, only now realizing the absence of your belongings. Your wallet, your phone– everything was gone. Biting your lip, you looked up at Crowley, your voice faltering. "I... I have nothing," you admitted, "Like you said."

Your hands fiddled nervously with your ring, a futile attempt to anchor yourself. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You had no proof, no possessions, no identity. You were nobody.

Crowley brought a hand to his chin, his expression growing thoughtful. "Well, this is quite the predicament," he mused. "I cannot have someone with no aptitude for magic bumbling about my magic academy."

Your stomach dropped, the floor beneath you feeling less solid with his every word, its weight threatened to crush you. Your fate hangs precariously by the taloned fingers of this capricious stranger.

"And yet," he continued with a dramatic pause, "as an educator, I am loath to expel a young individual without a cent to their name, or any ability to contact their guardian...Truly, my grace is boundless."

Before you could respond, Crowley's expression lit up, as if struck by some inscrutable inspiration known only to him.

"Ah! There is a solution," he exclaimed, "A vacant building rests on this campus. In fact, it was used as a dorm a long time ago, though I'm sure with a proper cleaning it should be habitable enough."

His grins as he continues, "Out of the profound kindness of my heart, I shall allow you to live there for the time being."

Though unease twisted in your stomach, you managed a shaky nod.

"In the meantime," he added, "We'll investigate other ways to send you home. My, aren't I such a gracious man! A model educator, you might say." He smiled smugly, basking in the glow of his self-praise.

Offering a hollow agreement in response, you hoped to convey an interpretation of appreciation to the man.

Noticing your withered expression, he smiled. "Well then, I shall take you to the dorm straight away. It is an older building; however, it holds plenty...character, one might say." With that, he spun on his heel and strode to the door.