#kalego gaiden

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[naehja]

Kalego endured that for ALL his school years. It's just the first one.

No wonder he's so TIRED when he speaks with Opera now that he's a adult.

[hashibag]

Why they are serving cunt?

And damn I take back everything I said about Kalego uncle not being hot, I just needed to see him in colors

[twizzol]

opera 📣📣📣

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HS kaleopera

[luckykittens198]

People kept writing about young Opera, Kalego, and Balam in Kalego Gaiden. Because, yeah. It was their story.

I kept focusing on this page though

Granpa Sullivan got this amazing hair...

What hair product did you use grandpa???

[rave-meow]

also wip O_O (not sure why I’m so happy with this particular sketch I KNOW my friends r seeing me slap this everywhere but wahoo)

[xatsperesso]

So, I just saw the newest chapter of Kalego Gaiden and it turns out "Dali" is a permanent position at the school. Much like the Naberius clan, the Dantalion family sends someone to Babyls and they take up the name as a teacher. Not sure how that person is chosen, but there is always a member of the family at Babyls and the one in Gaiden is the direct predecessor of the current Dali. Really makes me curious of what the guy is truly capable of and what the Dantalion family's deal is.

Yeah i just read the chapter and i think i misunderstood?? Something???

Because I think they said that this pathetic dude??

Is My Guy dali

And i am 80% sure that i misunderstood something because no. Dali wasn't that pathetic in school. Also the horn placement is wrong so im probably wrong

Anyway this chapter told me that Dali doesn't steal faces or eat demons which is sad, and while it doesn't dismiss this theory it also takes it from Yes to unlikely So! I'll be sharing my other theory that revolves around this one panel

Dali's ability is to explode. And that's it. Bubye, sayonara, see in the next life.

They explode with so much force that it destroys everything for miles away. And they’re there, they were hired and asked to be there as a last resort. Sullivan saw how unstable the netherworld was becoming since the disappearance of Delkira, and he feared that soon this unstableness and aggression could target his school, teachers and students, so he asked of the Dantalion family for one person to come teach at his school, just in case, swearing up and down, left and right, with his heart and horns and wings that this idea of his will be the last, last last resort after Ifrit clan and Naberius clan and Sullivan himself

A resort that seems more and more likely to be needed as the school keeps getting attacked again and again by a bunch of terrorists

And, you know, I kinda see this series ending with a bang. A fight to to death between the six fingers and the teachers of babyl, between baal and Sullivan, between Iruma and Kirio

And maybe demons will be lost in this battle, and maybe to minimise the casualties, to at least ensure that baal won't be able to get his wicked ways, won't become the king, maybe sullivan will keep some teachers behind, order them to evacuate the vicinity, and soon Dali will come onto the battlefield with a wicked smile. He'll look at balam and kalego, opera and sullivan and all the other teachers he befriended who refused to let him die alone, and with a final laugh, he'll activate his bloodline ability, and all everyone will see is white

[alizardjae]

Trans Dali????? Or is it just gonna turn out that like "Dali" is just a common name in the Dantalion clan and the Dali we know is like... Dali IX or something?

[fujigoso]

what if i drew kgaiden opera with long hair….

theyre so pretty i love this panel

[misaqtx]

uhm spoilers kalego gaiden

SHARKEISHA😨

OPERA NOO!!

[naehja]

Damn Kalego is just a first year here and yet he's so serious, and probably already powerful. Cerberus has only one head, not three like when he's adult.

But its also sad, he's just a kid and he's not here just for have a education or friends or relations. He's here to learn his futur job.

It could imply that if Babyls is in danger, his uncle could be as much triggered than him. (hope that he wouldn't let Kalego fight and would fight at his place)

Funny the wolf here looks more like the mythical Fenrir would look like than like Cerberus. But again the two are different.

Fenrir is born to kill Odin. He killed Odin during Ragnarok.

Cerberus is the guardian of the world of deaths in Ancien Greece. He's not evil. He stops alive people to enter and dead people to go out. He has a job and does it seriously.

Does it mean that Narnia (who took the name Fenrir during the deviculum) will kill someone important? Hummm

[t0kidal]

Working for a Favor

(I was inspired. Scruffy uncle is headcanoned as sad uncle. Not canon, just over speculation of what the scruffy guy might've been like.) (First drabble featuring uncle, Helper and the Stray was first written as a blurb in discord. this is the following.)

Next time he comes, he comes bearing gifts.

Which immediately lets you know that he wants a favor.

The gift in question was a flower… a flower with its roots still attached… a red lily-like blossom, his chest puffed with stupid pride for completing the barest minimum that he could fulfill…

You suspect that the bruise on his chest was from the groundskeeper or even a member of the diabotany battler at Babyls.

(in reality it was his nephew that dealt the blow but you wouldn't know of this till later)

But no matter… you let him wine and dine you, watch him try to appeal to you.

It was a strange occurrence as, with how much effort he was actually putting into kissing your feet, you come to know that he was stupidly desperate. And for the time being, you're all too happy to watch him grovel… feeling like Lilith herself until his bleary and droopy eyes flick up to meet yours… a wry, carefree, grin on his lips as his teeth nip at you and you wrench your sole away.

Even though he's the one paying for your services, he also ends up being the one to work hard for you to even consider hearing him out.

During which you find his face makes for a rather enjoyable seat, the slippery feeling of tongues and teeth, obscene slurping as he laps at you like a man half dead from thirst.

And when he was done, bangs pulled back, slick with sweat, face flushed for lack of air, and his tongue poking out to catch traces of you on his lips.

You make him wait.

You study his face.

This must've been the hardest you've ever seen him work-- the hardest he's ever had to work since his fall from grace…

And you like what you see…

Clearly, he's not as amused, his lust driven, hungry, expression is replaced with a new one… his brows furrowing, corners of his lips drawing into a frown, a shadow casting itself over his eyes…

And you find you don't like this expression as much in comparison.

~

He looks solemn… cowed… as though contemplating if the goal before him… the challenge set by another… was truly worth it…

An echo to the question of if he was worth it…

A call to the time he decided… 'No' … No he was not.

All of which ghosted over his face in mere moments…

You…

You don't like it. You don't like how you could see it, that ugly ugly scar… one he'd usually be able to play off as a shift in ambition or boast about as the day he realized a twisted truth.

That he was worthless… and that it was freeing.

You don't like how you could understand it. That you could understand his acceptance of all the despair. The despair of pride the despair of people around him… and his own despair as the honor seemed to slip between his fingers…

Or perhaps even the despairing joy when no one seems to care enough to refute you… like a dog set free.

You don't like how pained he seemed…

And all on its own, your hand moves… and the tips of your fingers brush his cheek… tracing the bone there as it dropped to the edge of his jaw… right below his ear…

You don't offer to be worthless together, you don't offer to be his savior.

You're paid to do one thing.

So you draw him into a kiss, and it sucks; detached and passionless, and do it…

You do him.

You take his mind off of the cluttered office and the raggedy couch and the despair that bled from him into the tattered upholstery and you replace it with the sensations that only adults know about.

That only you two share…

Air heavy and thick like molasses, weighed by the memory of despair. The pleasure a paper screen, barring the ghosts of your past selves from viewing the two of you and shaming you both for it.

~

At the very beginning…

He wasn't expecting it… he wasn't expected you to be such a hardass about it, but he figures that all that latent ambition and pride had to go somewhere. And if it was to make him kneel like a dog tail between his legs, then he'll do it…

He almost seems startled about it… the feeling repeating from earlier that afternoon when; rather than teasing his nephew and disregarding his advice, he actually went to look for a flower for you. Of course, he plays it off as a way to avoid the ass kicking said nephew promised later if he hadn't.

Rather than grabbing a random flower from another teacher's desk, he actually listened to Dali and went for the red lily stranded in the middle of the courtyard, bright and vibrant and somehow alive despite the current state of the school. He plays it off as a way to avoid spending extra money.

And rather than telling you what he wanted, he indulged your shared fantasies… Internally playing it off as a way to avoid paying extra for your attendance.

He lets himself fall back into that memory of passion… desire… ambition… puppy like elation tainted like the acolyte's subservience and worship.

For a moment he could envision the Lilith he once saw in his music, welcoming, accepting if you kissed her just right. One who would never allow herself to be burned twice.

But when she makes him stop… when she makes him wait… lips curling up in an amused smile, teeth flashing white in his eyes and he's suddenly back to those days when his efforts were only worth a laugh… and some days not even that…

His hair was slicked back with sweat, anxious, hungry for approval for validation or any form of affirmation that his work was well done… licking at his lips for the sweet taste of his reward…

Only for them to laugh… but it wasn't at him…

that bitter sweet sound wasn't for him…

Nothing was ever good enough when it came from him…

He feels the shadows washing over him..

Give in.

~

His wicked phase whispered in his ear…

Give in to what? He wasn't sure at the time… and now he knows… it was that feeling of letting go of the ambitions that hurt you the most… the expectation of ever being good enough…

In the first place, you were never enough… so why bother chasing that honor and fulfilling that ambition set before you.

I only want to soothe you.

I only want to save you

When he had opened his eyes… he was on the couch… a cluttered office… and the whispers of the elders in the other room…

||[not yet revealed]|| would be presented as the first born… their birthdays were close enough…

And border patrol was never able to tell the difference… till now…

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And suddenly he was back… the gentle touch of your fingers… drawing him close…

He wanted to smile his lazy grin but the kiss you give derails him…

And music plays…

"If you kiss her just right, she'll let you in~" he once sang…

Apparently just right was chaste… and detached.

/

You don't nag him this time when he lights one and takes a long drag. The soot trailing off like the tail end of a ghost or a genie…

"Yes." you say…

And he raises a brow at you. "You don't even know what the favor is."

"You worked hard enough for it." You sigh and sit up from where you rested on his chest… blowing your hair out of your face as you stretched.

"Great." he says unsure if this was the reward he truly wanted…

Or if he wanted a reward at all… but the thought quickly leaves him as he asks.

"Got any formal wear?"

[madmarchhare]

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YEEEHEEHEEEHEEESSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mairimashita! Iruma-kun Mafia AU will get an official Spin-Off this September titled “Episode of Mafia” and Kalego Gaiden will get serialized for 5 issues of Shonen Champion

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Opera being called missy and mister They are so gender.

[yayakoishii]

Childish Mistake | Kalego x Reader

Fandom: Mairimashita! Iruma-kun

Pairing: Naberius Kalego x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre/Tags: Fluff, Married Relationship, Memory Loss + Deaging Potion Accident

Summary: You have an accident and end up losing your memory and reverting into your teenage self.

A/n: I'm starting to think that all my fics for this fandom will be spur of the moment, I-got-possessed type of fics lol. I read the Kalego Gaiden and caught up to the manga so, I obviously had to write for him~ I really want to write a teenage Kalego or Balam fic tho! so much fun to write about their Babyls days...

also available on ao3!

"Sensei!!" A shout had you pausing in your steps. You turned around to find a student running to you with a desperate expression and your admonition about running in the hallways died on your lips.

"Is everything okay?" You asked in concern. He stopped just short of bumping into you and panted.

"There's been some disturbance at the Magic Development battler!" He said immediately. "I think one of the potions leaked and students have become all aggressive. Fights are breaking out!"

"Oh no," you muttered under your breath and immediately dashed to the battler's room. You could make out some of the abnormal class students trying to subdue the aggressive ones; Jazz must have called for help. "Alright, break it off!"

You immediately cast spells to get everyone distanced as you joined the fray. With a snap of your finger, you bound up the students who were trying to lunge at the others again. There was still chaos and shouting and you turned to see the Magic Development battler wailing and getting angry– a lot of the potions and gadgets were now broken and spilled over the floor. You carefully tried to walk around them to where the battler head was but accidentally bumped into a shelf where only one bottle was remaining.

Your eyes widened as you watched the contents spill on top of you in slow motion, your reflexes only fast enough to close your eyes in time so that it wouldn't blind you.

Excruciating pain ripped through your body and you couldn't help but let out a bloodcurdling scream. It felt like your blood was on fire and like your skin was being stretched taut. You crumpled into yourself, balling up on the floor, too overwhelmed by the pain to heed the concerned shouts of your students as you passed out.

•

Kalego was walking down the hallways to the staff room when he heard the commotion coming from the Magic Development battler. A scream he had never heard before pierced the corridors and he immediately rushed over; he had never heard it before but it still sounded familiar. There were students shouting and he parted them with a wave of his hand, trying to get to the centre of the commotion.

The purple haired teacher was shocked to find you lying on the floor. Well… ‘you’ was a bit of a stretch. Because the one lying unconscious on the floor was not the you he talked to, but the you from your teenage, when you both attended Babyls as students. You had somehow reverted to that age and Kalego was glaring at the students in a silent question.

Everyone seemed relieved that he was here (a first, he mused) but it took a few minutes for them to properly tell him what the hell had happened. Kalego sighed and immediately called for more teachers to take care of the affected and bound students. He himself made his way over to your unconscious body and started to pick you up so he could take you to the infirmary but the moment he touched you, you woke up with a loud gasp.

Kalego froze and looked at you, finding it strange to look at your younger self. Your wide eyes were still the same and yet, teenage you somehow seemed more brighter and innocent. Like you had yet to see the horrors of the world.

"What's your name?" Kalego asked immediately in lieu of checking your memory after he had helped you sit up. You cocked your head at him, staring unblinkingly. He waited for a few seconds but you didn't respond. "Can you hear me? Can you talk?"

"Uh, yeah," you nodded and blinked, cheeks flushing. It did not go amiss by Kalego, who only now remembered something you had told him a long, long time ago. "I'm (y/n). What's, what's your name, mister?"

Kalego could feel the silent stares from the students all around him and decided that he needed them gone.

"Alright, get out of here," he shot everyone a glare and most of them scampered off, not wanting to bring on the wrath of the guard dog of Babyls. The Abnormal class stayed behind but Kalego glared at them too. "You won't get a special warning. Leave."

They were hesitant but agreed to leave only after Iruma asked, "Will she be fine? Can you fix this?" and Kalego had answered an unwilling "Yes." It appeased them for now and they left him alone with you, who were looking at everything in curiosity.

"List everything you can remember and are aware of," Kalego said immediately, not bothering to get up from where he was crouched next to you. You immediately straightened up at his commanding tone.

"My name is (l/n) (y/n), 16 years old, student at Babyls," you said quickly, eyes flashing over your surroundings. "You are… Naberius Kalego. Last thing I remember is watching my juniors' Harvest Festival before going to sleep. Judging by my surroundings, I'm guessing I am currently at Babyls but… this is an unfamiliar Babyls. I have probably lost a lot of my memory if I'm correct in my assumption."

"Yeah, it's a lot," Kalego sighed and stood up, offering his hand to you. Your eyes flicked to the hand and you blushed even more furiously. Now was not the time but Kalego couldn't help but be pleased at how flustered you were getting around him. You had told him long back when you got together that you had had a crush on him since your school days. He had only nodded and moved on but now. Now he could see its effect in action.

"Thank you," you took the hand and stood up. You followed him and Kalego could see you glancing at him with awestruck eyes as you walked.

"Is there something on my face, (l/n)?" He asked calmly, enjoying this. It had been years since he had called you by that name. It wasn't even your name anymore.

Your excited smile dropped immediately at his question and you looked heartbroken. It made him pause. Kalego hadn't noticed you in school days much. In fact, when you joined as a teacher, he just remembered you by virtue of you being one of the top scorers during your years. He hadn't got to see your younger face much and unexpectedly, he had the chance now– yet he had somehow made you sad.

"What's wrong?" He asked, failing to hide his concern. He wouldn't let it slip to anyone but you… you were different. He could let it slip because you would never tease him. You huffed and looked away, pouting.

"I don't know, Naberius," you bit back. Kalego had to bite down a smile threatening to pop up on his face. If only you knew that you were Naberius too. "I'm not stupid. I can tell that you're all grown up. You look pretty much the same. I can hazard a guess that I probably fulfilled my dream of becoming a teacher at Babyls too."

"What's the problem then?" He asked as the two of you started walking again. The infirmary was close now.

"I don't know," you said quietly, looking sad. "I thought… I thought we'd be closer now, I guess. I want to befriend you, you know? Ah, I mean, for you, it's probably in the past. I guess I'm just sad that I failed to do it."

"Who says we're not closer?" Kalego asked as he opened the door for you and gestured for you to go in. You went in and shot him another tiny glare. It really was cute.

"You're calling me by my surname," you pointed out. "Not even a bit different from my memories."

"I did that to suit your memories," Kalego answered, moving to the shelf to bring out certain ingredients. A quick and easy recipe to fix the problem at hand. "If you wanted me to call you by your new surname, you could have said that outright."

There was silence in the room as Kalego quietly worked on mixing the antidote. He waited a few minutes but with no response from you, he had to look up. You were staring at the ground in horror, looking absolutely terrified with tears in your eyes. Internally, he wondered how much he had fucked up to see you cry.

You never cried because of him. The only times he saw you crying was during the days leading up to your rare evil cycle. Even when he was mean to you, glared at you, or accidentally said anything hurtful, you had never cried because of him. You had looked sad and always talked it out like a mature adult but, he had forgotten that right now, you were just a teenager.

He was your husband but… he actually had no idea how to comfort you when you were crying. Kalego ditched the antidote to make his way to where you were sitting. He kneeled in front of you and took your hands in his own.

The action startled you and you stared at his hands in amazement.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. A genuine apology was always a good start whenever he upset you. "I didn't mean to freak you out. I just wanted to tease you a little."

"Telling a 16 year old they're married to someone is cruel, Kalego," you huffed. He raised an eyebrow at the usage of his first name. You looked away, face flushed again. "What? Do I not call you that? What do I call you then? Darling? Love? Here, doggy doggy?"

Kalego's face scrunched up at that last remark and you burst out laughing. He let your hands go but you grabbed his, looking pleased.

"So I was right," you breathed out, looking a little amazed. You could tell from the way he was acting around you, concerned and teasing like he was very familiar with you. "You really… married me?"

"Yes, I had a lapse of judgement five years ago," Kalego stood up but didn't try to get his hands back from you. You tugged him to sit next to you on the bed, eyes still glimmering with excitement. You clearly didn't read into his attempt at seeming nonchalant.

"Shut up!" You beamed, eyes raking over his entire body. "I can't believe I convinced you to marry me. Good job, future me!"

Kalego didn't tell you that you had hardly needed to do any convincing. He was unfortunately quite in love with you. He was the one who had to do the convincing, actually. You had insisted on a romantic proposal and refused him three times before you finally deemed his proposal worthy.

"I can't believe I'm really living my dream life," you couldn't stop smiling, looking absolutely giddy. You had dropped his hands to cup your own face. "I'm sure I tell you this all the time but, you look very hot in your teacher uniform, Kalego."

"You sure got used to saying my first name quickly," he said dryly, trying to switch the topic. It was one thing when you said it to him before dragging him to bed. It was another if you said it in your teenage body with none of your memories. You grinned at his remark.

"I've been preparing for this ever since I met you," you said, a little shy at the sudden confession. Kalego felt like his heart was going to burst if you kept making new admissions to his face. He would never show it to anyone because showing he cared was showing weakness, but damn if he did not love you with every inch of his body. "I… I'm sure the me of your present is living a very happy and satisfied life."

"You are," Kalego smiled softly. You froze at the sight, body shaking in shock at the fact that this older Kalego had just smiled at you. Right. 16 year old you had never been on the receiving end of one of his smiles, right? "I try my best to ensure that."

"I- I see!" You squeaked, face fully red as you tried to hide it. Kalego got up and went back to finish making the antidote. There was silence again for a while before you spoke up. "Are… Are you happy too, Naberius?"

You had switched back to his surname in your nervousness but hearing you say it made him smile. It really had been so long since you had called him by his surname.

"The happiest," he confirmed as he finished making the potion to fix you. He non-verbally cast the spell on it and walked over to you. "I… don't know if I'm doing a good job but, I really try my best to keep you happy."

"You're silly," you smiled at him as you took the potion from him. You smiled down at it, more to yourself than him. "I may not have my memories, but I know I am the happiest too."

With that, you downed the potion in one go. Kalego immediately caught you in his arms as you dropped unconscious and started morphing back to your actual age. In a strange way, today's events had let him meet the you of so many years ago– a side of you he never had the chance to meet.

Even back then, when he hadn't noticed you, you were brilliant, smart and quick to understand your surroundings and yourself. Kalego smiled at the top of your head as he gently picked you up and placed you flat on the infirmary bed.

Today's mistake was unlike you but… that was okay. You weren't perfect and that was fine. As your husband, it was Kalego's job to ensure that you were okay even when you end up accidentally dousing yourself in age-reverting memory potions. Seeing you knocked out like this, trusting him fully, Kalego couldn't help but think. He was the guard dog of Babyls; that was his destined duty from the moment he was born.

But being your protector, your lover, the one who stood by your side– that was his choice.

A duty he was just as happy to fulfil.

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