#mc is confused like ‘have i been doing spells without knowing???’

[three-realms-archive]

Beware Sorcerer MC, the Kind.

Know it is a rare occasion, if you happen to see the Master of the Seven Avatars of Sin out without an escort. Whilst rare, it will be obvious – like a single dandelion seed twirling and carefree in the middle of a raging thunderstorm.

Like a thunderstorm, they are terrifying. Their bright, brilliant smiles – shining like the sun as they nonchalantly sidestep yet another carnivorous plant lashing out at them from the sidewalk; or as they wave hello to the gargoyle who spits on the heads of passers-by from where it is perched atop the local bakery; or as they gently chastise one of the Seven Rulers of the Underworld, as if scolding a child. It is a sight to behold indeed - when irritated demons on the street stop their bickering and straighten their ties as MC turns the corner, the bitterness in their hearts killed by an unwillingness to disappoint the realm’s most prized person.

‘Apprentice to Solomon the Wise. Master of the Seven Avatars of Sin.’

‘Sorcerer MC, the Kind,’ the Devildom calls them. Some say the title was a joke in passing from MC’s teacher - the wise sorcerer, Solomon - one day in the RAD lunch hall and it just stuck. Others say the title came from a demon they had helped, who saw it fit to spread word of their deeds. And some others say the title came from Crown Prince Diavolo, himself.

“What do you mean, beware MC, the Kind?!” You say, almost spitting out your tea as Diavolo hands you his D.D.D. There’s an article on screen, with ‘Beware Sorcerer MC, the Kind’ as it’s title; praising you as the central force behind Diavolo’s efforts for peace amongst the three realms. Problem is - as you continue to scroll through it - it seems to portray simple kindness as some kind of magic spell… with a particular warning to demon children to not sin in broad daylight lest ‘MC the Kind smite you with the curse of their forgiveness, like they often do in the hallowed walls of RAD’s mess hall.’

“Flattering,” Barbatos comments, refilling your tea cup before you can blink, “do you not think, MC?”

Diavolo nods, happily. “I agree with Barbatos.”

“Smite, guys.” You look up at the happy pair beaming at you – then look back at the article. You repeat this a few times, blinking slowly. “I… I just share my dessert sometimes at RAD - is that smiting? Lord Diavolo, have I been smiting?!”

“Such high praise, MC.” Barbatos grins. “This calls for the good tea cakes.”

“The good tea cakes – thank you, Barbatos! And the good Demonus! Our longest aged!

… You aren’t sure how to respond to how happy they are about this.

(this was fun to write. i wanted to think of mc gaining a reputation like solomon’s, since i like whenever them being a a sorcerer in their own right pops up. solomon’s the wise sorcerer - so mc being the kind sorcerer seemed fitting ahahaha)

(i had fun trying to to give mc the same reputation and respect and power but with the ‘kind’ title, and landed on demons being like ‘mc said i should apologise oh no what is this guilt must be a spell’)

[shortkingvince]

grim fluffus(important) withrrr ahmmm smut,,,

Hello there!! Thank you for the request! Sorry it took so long to post this, I got possessed by Grim brainrot and went a little overboard. Hope you don't mind!

Irresistible

Warnings: Smut (no penetration), handjobs, whimpering men, very brief dacryphilia? (It's just tears in his eyes from the pleasure, I dare not hurt this babygirl....yet. /j), ungodly amounts of fluff, Grim being the victim of MC/Reader being a little shit (/j /aff), spoilers for Grim's real name, takes place after ending 3

Minors DNI

Gn reader

A comfortable silence spread through the air of your apartment, which you were now sharing with your lovely little reaper. The reaper in question had ended up all but dragging you into the bathroom to do his skincare routine with him, saying that his is probably more superior to yours, which definitely wasn't just an excuse to spend more time with you. Totally not. He isn't clingy, you're clingy. Totally. It couldn't have been because he was waiting at home all day for you to come back from work.

He made you follow his skincare routine (with your own products, of course), it was honestly impressive how he was able to do this every single day without fail. Though, despite the calm atmosphere it was a bit clear he was stressed, likely having overworked himself around the house due to not being used to having the option to relax. He had a tendency to be a workaholic, even before he gave up his whole job to be with you. This struck an idea in you, now you just had to convince him.

You had already been pretty close to him during the routine, but you had carefully been moving closer to him, not that you had to move much. Once you were close enough you gently put your hand on his, not wanting to suddenly overwhelm him with touch since he wasn't used to it just yet, watching his reaction carefully.

As you had suspected, his face had a bit of shock on it along with confusion, his cheeks turning a shade of pink as he questioned you.

“Why are you holding my hand? How are you supposed to do this without both of your hands? Stupid mortal.” He said, averting his gaze as he flushed a bit at your own. His blush only worsened as both of your hands lifted up to cup his face lovingly, tilting his head to look back at you.

“Am I not allowed to take a small break to admire my pretty little reaper?” you teased him, watching his cocky smile take place on his face. “I know I'm irresistible, but I'm sure you can wait until we're done,” he responded in his usual confident way despite all the pink he had on his face from the gentle touch. He couldn't help but slightly relax into it, the warmth contrasting against his cool skin like a calming spell.

Despite his words, he made no move to pull away. He couldn't help but crave your touch, even more so whenever you were away at work. In all honesty, he didn't want you to pull away, in fact, a part of his head was practically screaming at you to just kiss him already. It was something that frustrated him about you but in the best way possible, the way he could never tell just when or if you were going to kiss him, and sometimes he felt he'd have to just grab you by your clothes and pull you into it himself.

He couldn't help but feel a bit of tension from your gaze, not knowing what you were about to do or say. He waited with a bated breath, eyes widening slightly as your lips got closer….and closer…..and…you suddenly pulled away, a smirk and mischievous glint in your eyes as you started to do the rest of the routine, leaving Casper to practically gape at the audacity.

He huffed, crossing his arms. “Dumbass mortal, what in the nine hells was that for?”

“What was what for?”

“The…you know!”

“I don't, actually.”

Casper knew you were lying due to the smirk on your face. He grumbled as he averted your gaze once again, his face deeply reddening. “You…why did you pull away? I thought you were going to kiss me.”

“Did you want me to kiss you?” you replied to him, your teasing tone getting on his nerves while also making him far more flustered than before. He hated how you had him wrapped around your finger so easily.

“Obviously.” He had an exasperated expression, clearly having expected you to actually kiss him instead of leave him hanging. You laughed, making him a little more frustrated due to the embarrassment. As he attempted to open his mouth to speak, you suddenly got close again and put one hand on his waist, the other cupping his cheek as you did earlier as you pulled him in for a proper kiss. Anything he was going to say died on his tongue as he quickly relaxed into the kiss and his frustrations melted away.

As you pulled back his body instinctively tried to chase your lips, wanting nothing more than to be enveloped in everything you could give, wanting to give into his greediness for you. He was so in love with you that it hurt, but felt so good all at the same time. His heart fluttered in his chest as if he were a mortal human with a lovesick crush.

At first, Casper thought any type of relationship was a waste of time, that a reaper didn't have time to be close to anyone. He never understood why mortals spent their time caring about others. That was before he fell for you, and when he fell, he fell hard. How a mere—no, not mere, there was nothing mere about you. A mortal like you being capable of stealing his heart with no chance of getting it back made his head reel, but in all the right ways.

He was soon snapped back to reality as your voice rang in his ears, lifting up the lovely veil of his thoughts he had gotten lost in.

“Grimmy, you good?” You had a shit-eating grin on your face as you used the embarrassing nickname. “Earth to Grim!”

He narrowed his eyes as his expression became frustrated again, sighing. “I told you that name is embarrassing to hear you say in person. You're doing this on purpose.”

“Maybe,” you said with a breathy laugh that made Casper's heart speed up, you were irresistible. So irresistible it frustrated him that you practically bullied him all the time. Maybe bullying is an exaggeration, but he doesn't think so, he thinks it perfectly describes just what a little menace you were towards him.

“You know, Cas, I have an idea. It could help you relax,” you suddenly suggested. Casper arched a brow, awaiting your proposal. “Continue.” He put his hand on his cheek as he waited for you to speak.

“So…you know how I mentioned back when we were doing video calls that I could help wash your entire body? We could take a bath together. After all, it would save water.” You winked at the end of the sentence, practically making Casper go wide-eyed at the thought.

“And here I thought you had forgotten that conversation. My mistake. I completely underestimated just how much you want to see me naked instead of just imagining it.” He smirked, his confidence seeping through once again.

“Maybe I do.”

“...Well I didn't expect you to just admit it.”

“Besides, I can tell you've been overworking yourself around the house today. It could help you relax,” you added, chuckling at the fact he got a little surprised at you practically admitting to imagining him naked.

“And just how is that supposed to make me relax? It seems like it would do the exact opposite.”

“And why would it do the exact opposite?”

“You know why.”

“No, no, please inform me, little reaper”

His face went red, he was so sick of your teasing. So sick of it, yet craved it at the same time. “Well, I….uh…”

Your gaze softened at his hesitance, cupping your hand to his cheek again as you spoke. “We don't have to if you don't want to. I'd never do anything you aren't comfortable with, it won't upset me.”

He relaxed at your words, knowing you were telling the truth. “I'm not uncomfortable with it, I'm just not very experienced with this kind of thing.”

“Wow, I never knew.”

“Really?”

“No, it was sarcasm.”

“...”

“Right, sorry. You're just so fun to tease.”

“I…might hate you.”

You laughed, knowing that he couldn't lie and therefore was having to resort to wording it with unsure language. It was just another thing you loved about him. “So, is that a yes to the bath, or?” You questioned, just to completely make sure. He nodded in response, albeit still a bit flustered at the thought of something so intimate, wanting to go through with it.

A bit of time passed as the water was finally at a temperature that you both wouldn't complain about. You looked over at Casper, a grin on your face. “Are you gonna bathe with your clothes on?” You teased him, only getting a scoff in response as he slowly started to take his clothes off. Of course, he took notice that you weren't exactly undressing at the same time as him.

“...I can't be the only one getting undressed if we're bathing together. I am absolutely not bathing with you if you try to bathe in your clothes.”

“Aww, you wanna see me naked that bad?”

“Huh?! You're the one who suggested the bath in the first place! Gods, you're going to make me lose my mind at this rate.”

“You didn't deny it.”

“Just take your clothes and get in the damn bath.” He responded quickly, getting in the bath once everything was off before you had time to tease him further.

The bath wasn't too spacious, but it was enough to fit both of you if you positioned it right. That's how you now had a red-faced Casper, his back against your chest as he rested the back of his head on your shoulder. It didn't take him long to relax despite his nerves from before, the warmth of the water and your body against him was soothing and made his head feel fuzzy along with his heart.

You washed his body gently, taking in the content sigh he let out from your touch. He unconsciously leaned backwards into your chest, wanting to be even closer to you, as if that were even possible.

Casper wasn't used to being touched, this was just a known fact, but… despite the unfamiliarity of it, he felt…safe. Safe with you, safe in your arms. It was addicting to him, he had never felt like this with anyone before, but then you ended up turning that all upside down. Or maybe…you turned it upright, allowing him to finally be able to see from a more comfortable perspective. Whichever one it was, he loved it. He needed more of it, more of you.

Of course, with how Casper was, he had to open his mouth to say something despite all the fuzziness. “We're taking a shower after this by the way, baths aren't exactly for actually getting clean.”

“Ooh, we? How bold, Grimmy.”

“We are literally pressed up against each other naked right now. A shower is far less ‘bold’. Besides, you're in the bath with me right now and unless you wish to sleep on the floor I suggest you wash the bath residue off of yourself afterwards.” He looked at you once he finished saying that, a satisfied glint in his eye.

Of course, that glint in his eye turned to surprise as you grabbed him by his chin and made him look at you, just as you did earlier, but this time there was a bit more of a gentle sternness to it that made his heart leap in his chest. “Oh? Is that so?” You questioned, amused by the way his breath sped up when you grabbed him. He couldn't get himself to tear his eyes away from your gaze, the way you were looking down at him made him squirm a bit.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” You teased, relishing in just how easy it was to make him speechless. “Just shut up and kiss me again already, you fool,” he said suddenly, frustration clear in his voice once again as he suppressed a whine from escaping his throat. There was no way he was about to whine and beg for you to kiss him.

It felt like his breath was stolen from him when you finally kissed him, his mind blanking again as all he could think about were your lips against his, your hands still roaming over his body as you washed him. It felt like his skin was on fire from how hot everything felt, the water, your skin, his own blood, it felt like too much and not enough all at the same time.

Just when he thought that would be it, he suddenly felt your tongue prodding at the entrance of his mouth, silently asking him for permission. He opened his mouth to give you access, breathy gasps leaving him as he felt your tongue dance against his. His mind raced, unable to think about anything other than your tongue until he felt your hands wander up to his chest.

Casper couldn't help the muffled noise he made as he felt your hands, his chest feeling like sparks were being set off as you ran your soaped hands against the entirety of his chest. He felt embarrassed by that noise alone, but the noise that escaped his mouth once you squeezed his chest made him rethink all of his life choices. He had whined, right into your mouth, and not even quietly.

He felt his heart drop when you pulled away, desperately wanting to chase your lips. A part of him was afraid you didn't like it, until he saw the breathless look on your face. Oh, right. Mortals need air. Plus, your expression told him all he needed to know, it practically proved to him that you weren't suddenly disgusted with him, as if that were even possible. He knows any noise that escapes his mouth is like a gift from the heavens, he just got a bit worried for a moment.

Despite the pleased expression on your face from the desperate whine he made before, there was still a gentle and caring side to it. “Is this okay?” You checked in with him, wanting to make sure he gave verbal consent to all of this, along with making sure he was comfortable. He nodded fervently, his gaze going half-lidded. “Yes, it is. Just do that again, fuck.”

You continued to tease and squeeze at his chest, leaving a trail of kisses around his jaw. His breathing only got faster and more desperate, the poor man sensitive to every little touch you did. You almost felt bad for him. Almost. Maybe you could explore this sensitivity of his later when you weren't in such a small space.

Eventually, you started to trail your hand down, watching Casper’s face carefully for any signs of discomfort. You ran your hand slowly, all the way down to his thigh. His breath hitched as he felt your hand squeeze his thigh, suddenly extremely aware of just how close your hand was to his dick. He hadn't even paid enough attention before to realize just how hard he was, the realization heavily embarrassed him, but he wanted you to keep going.

His thighs trembled, causing you to glance at him again in case he was uncomfortable. The desperation on his face told you all you needed to know. Gods, he was gorgeous, he was irresistible. You let your hand wander to his inner thigh, your hand dangerously close to where he wanted you most. Yet, despite the desperation being clear, you still wanted to make sure one last time that this is what he wanted.

“Is it okay if I–” “Nine Hells, Sunshine, just touch me already before I leave the damn ba–holy shit…” Your touch interrupted what he was about to say, the feeling of your hand finally on his cock making him completely forget what he was about to say. He arched his back into your chest in surprise, the cutest gasp leaving his mouth at the sudden stimulation. He had just expected you to continue teasing him, he didn't think you'd automatically start stroking him the moment he told you to touch him.

“Relax,” you held him gently with your other hand, still gently squeezing his chest as you pulled him even closer to you, if that was even possible. “I've got you, just relax.” At that, Casper all but fell into you, his hand making a pathetic attempt to cover his sounds. The hand that was on Casper’s chest went up to his wrist, gently pulling it away from his mouth. “I want to hear you, love, please don't hide such pretty sounds from me,” you told him, a shiver going up his spine at your words.

You teased the tip of his cock, the action rewarding you with a choked moan from the white haired reaper. He felt like he was gonna go insane from your touch, his hands trying to find something to hold onto. Noticing this, you gently held his hand instead of going back to teasing his chest, his hand giving yours an appreciative squeeze. “Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, Sunshine, please, please…” he begged, not even knowing what he was begging for, he just didn't want your hands to leave him.

“I've barely even touched you and you're already this desperate?” At your words, he whines, shooting you a slight glare before quickly getting caught off guard by your hand tightening momentarily against his cock. “It's not a bad thing, quite the opposite, in fact. Just relax, my little reaper,” you whispered in his ear, a shiver going down his spine.

All of his senses were going crazy, unable to think about anything but you. He struggled to not buck his hips so he wouldn't get the floor wet, it was becoming increasingly difficult the more you touched him. “A-ah, just…just like that…Sunshine…” his soft moans were like music to your ears, his voice was always so beautiful.

You sped up your hand a bit, letting out a small laugh as he yelped from the sudden change, his back arching into your chest again. “Don't…haah, don't laugh…while your hand is on my–ah…uhnn…l-let me get my words out, dammit…Nine Hells, your hand…a thousand curses upon you…I– ah…” He was just barely getting the words out, struggling to keep his mind on track enough to form a full sentence. His cock twitched in your hand, a whimper leaving his mouth as your thumb circled the tip before going back to stroking and squeezing his shaft.

He held onto your hand tighter, eyes closing tightly as he failed to suppress all the moans flying out of his mouth. His eyes began to form tears from how sensitive he was, but when you slowed down to check on him his eyes shot right back open. “Don't you dare stop, don't you–ahn…don't you dare…please…please, just go faster already!” His hips finally bucked into your hand before you could even pick up the speed, his mind so lost in how close he was that he couldn't care less about the water hitting the floor…that would be a problem to clean up later. For now, you focused on Casper.

His breath was rapid as you stroked him faster, his eyes fluttering closed once again as he leaned into you, both from the pleasure and for the comfort of feeling you so close to him. “Ah, fuck…fuck, Sunshine, I'm so close, I'm so–Nine Hells, I can’t–fuck–I can't much longer–” His voice was strained from how close he was, his legs threatening to close from the overwhelming amount of pleasure. He practically yelped when you momentarily stopped holding his hand to hike one of his legs over the side of the tub, increasing the speed and pressure of your strokes as your free hand held his hand once more.

By this point his moans had increased further in volume, you wouldn't be surprised if you got a noise complaint later. You didn't mind though, not when you were busy paying attention to the way your reaper shuddered at your very touch, the way he reacted to each stroke. You deeply kissed him, feeling him immediately return it wildly, as if he had craved it the entire time.

He whimpered into your mouth, the way he was so close made him shake. When you pulled away a whine escaped his throat, his face full of desperation. The way you looked at him made his heart flutter, your gaze was full of both love and lust, he could see how you enjoyed watching him lose himself to the pleasure, and he couldn't get enough of it.

“S-so close…I don't think– I don't think I can hold on much longer, Sunshine, I–” his sentence was cut off by a moan escaping his lips as you gently bit his neck. “You don't have to, my little reaper. You can cum anytime you like, so go ahead,” you said, whispering in his ear. At that, his entire body gave a shudder as he moaned once more, eyes rolling back as he got permission. His orgasm hit him hard, practically gripping onto what he could of you for dear life. You continued to stroke him through his orgasm until it was over, holding him close.

He laid there against you for a moment, catching his breath. He was exhausted, his eyes fighting to stay open. “I'm guessing we need to save the shower for later?” you asked, only slightly joking since you felt he couldn't really stand properly right now due to his tiredness.

“...I suppose it can wait.”

“You up for snuggling in the bed together?”

“Obviously.”

“Alright, I'll help get you to the bed.”

“Wait.”

“Huh?” Your head tilted in confusion as Casper opens his eyes. “I haven't returned the favor…” he said with a bit of concern, not wanting to leave you unsatisfied despite how tired he was. He was shocked when you suddenly started to lightly laugh, confusion evident across his features. “Casper, there's no need for that. You're tired, you need to rest. Besides, pleasuring you was more than enough to satisfy me, you don't have to worry. Let's get to bed, okay?”

“...Okay. If you say so. I'll make it up to you after I rest, though, even if you say that.”

Casper was a stubborn reaper. You knew you wouldn't be able to convince him that he doesn't have to ‘return any favors’, so as long as he rests before trying anything it'll be fine. You dried both you and him off as you both got into comfortable clothes, helping him get to the bed.

Once the two of you were on the bed, you wrapped your arms around Casper, threading your fingers through his hair. He was more relaxed than usual, practically melting into your touch as he snuggled into your chest. It wasn't long before he fell asleep, comfortable and safe in your arms, and there was no place he'd rather be.

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Obey Me! Older brothers react to: Mc and the hand holding curse.

Other parts can be found here: Younger Brothers, Diavolo & Barbatos, The Angels & Solomon

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Welcome! to the first part of this adventure! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡

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Mc gets gets cursed to be stuck holding hands with a lower rank demon. Mc doesn't know how to undo the curse and has been stuck being dragged around by the lower rank demon. When the brothers spot Mc "holding hands" with a lower rank demon and "following" the demon around how do they react? How does the brother react once they find out its a curse, can they help undo the curse? Find out how the brothers react by reading more!

Lucifer's reaction:

Lucifer is doing Lucifer things, you know helping his man Diavolo, keeping his brothers in check, wondering where his human ran off to, the usual man. Lucifer was currently in the middle of lecturing Mammon for trying to steal something from R.A.D, when they both watch Mc go zooming past while holding hands with lower rank demon. Is Lucifer jealous? Slightly but his pride would never admit that. Lucifer is mostly concerned, like a- 'what the hell is Mc doing with that demon?' kinda concern. Obviously since he's concerned and definetly not because he's jealous Lucifer follows after Mc and the random demon. Leaving poor Mammon to stand there stunned and confused. Lucifer calls out to Mc- "Mc! What're you doing?" He keeps it short and simple, trying to sound like hes just doing his job, keeping the human safe, but he comes off as rather jealous and angry. His pressence makes the lower rank demon take off running out of fear and panic, dragging poor Mc with. Lucifer is annoyed when he sees the two running away. He didnt want to have to chase after Mc and the lower rank demon like he has to chases after Mammon. Nonetheless he chases after them, swiftly and strategically he chases the two into a dead end hallway in R.A.D.

Lucifer is fumming, he's definitely in his demon form, the poor demon cursed to Mc is shaking in terror, they are trapped and being approached by one terrifying demon, even though Lucifer is glaring at the demon he only speaks to Mc, acting as if the lower rank demon isnt worth his time. The random demon cowers behind Mc as Mc explains to Lucifer that its a curse and neither of them know how to undo it. Lucifer is relieved to hear its just a curse but he doesnt show it, he simply walks over and helps Mc get free of the curse. Lucifer makes sure Mc is okay before he places his hand on the lower rank demon's shoulder and leads them away from Mc with a sinister smirk. The lower rank demon had to endure some scary shit man, Lucifer took him to the student council office and the demon had to answer questions from Diavolo, Lucifer and Barbatos. The random demon is lucky they didn't have a heart attack during the interigation, they ended up being punished even though it was mostly an accident. The lower rank demon got strung upside down in a random place in R.A.D for like a week. Poor random demon. Lucifer probably proudly brings Mc to see the random demon strung upside down.

Mammon's reaction:

Mammon is also doing Mammon things, you know trying to steal expensive things from R.A.D, getting caught per usual, then getting lectured by Lucifer like always. When Mammon watches Mc go zooming by while holding a lower rank demons hand, Mammon no longer cares about Lucifer's lecture. He immediately is yelling- "Oi' get your grimy hands off my human!" There is no questioning if Mammon is jealous, we all know he is. The lower rank demon takes off after hearing someone yelling at them, dragging poor Mc behind them. Mammon immediately starts running after the two individuals, thats his human man he's not letting someone else hold their hand and drag them around! Thats his job! When Mammon finally catches up to the two, hes fumming, hes in his demon form and he instantly slams the lower rank demon against the wall, unintentionally causing poor Mc to slam against the wall too. At least take Mc out on a date first Mammon. Mammon towers over the lower rank demon while in his demon form. The demon just cowers in fear as Mammon rants about Mc being his human. Mc tries to get Mammon attention, but it takes them awhile due to how worked up he is. Once Mc finally does get the greedy demons attention they explain to Mammon that its a curse, Mc and the lower rank demon got cursed to hold hands during class and couldn't undo the curse.

Mammon is super embarressed, but he doesn't apologize for his actions to anyone other than Mc. Thats his human, that lower rank demon deserved a few bruises purely for being around Mc, he was definitely planning to find the lower rank demon in a secluded area after dealing with the curse. Mammon can not undo the curse, thats not his thing, but Mammon will forcefully drag the lower rank demon and Mc to someone who can undo the curse. He can go to a few people but in all honesty, he goes to Lucifer. Even though he had ran away from Lucifer he trusts Lucifer to much to go to anyone else when it comes to something as serious to Mammon as his human. Mammon bites the bullet and takes his lecture and punishment for running from Lucifer's lecture, just so he can see Mc free from the curse. Lucifer being Lucifer he holds up the punishment part, but he does have a soft spot for his brother and Mc so he helps with the curse, and even lets Mammon torment the lower rank demon for dragging Mc around. Mammon bullies the poor demon for weeks, the poor demon is broker than Mammon by the time Mammon leaves them alone.

Leviathan's reaction:

Leviathan is doing Leviathan things he didn't want to be out of his room but he had to for a student council meeting. He sat near the door to the student council room, playing games on his D.D.D as he waits for it to get closer to when the meeting is supposed to start. Leviathan just so happens to look up in time to see Mc go walking past while "holding hands" with a lower rank demon. Levi is incredibly jealous, but he's also very self-conscious. Levi won't say anything to Mc and the lower rank demon but he will probably mutter something to himself like- "Of course Mc would rather hold hands with a lower rank demon than a yucky otaku like me" Levi is pulled out of his self-loathing thoughts when Mc yells out to him for help. The lower rank demon proceeds to take off running, dragging poor Mc with them, all Mc can do is call to Levi for help. Levi realizes Mc must not be willing holding hands with the random demon. Levi takes off after Mc and the lower rank demon, feeling like a hero in an anime as he chases after the two individuals. In all honesty its a really chaotic and cool chase sequence, the lower rank demon knocks demons and things over as he runs away from Levi with Mc dragging behind. Levi jumps over the obstacles like a professional, genuinely looking like hes meant to be in an anime.

Levi eventually catches up to the two, he pounces on the lower rank demon tackling them to the ground, unintentionally tackling Mc as well. Everyone groans in pain before Levi gets off, he helps Mc up as Mc explains that they and the lower rank demon are cursed to be stuck holding hands. Levi isnt good with curses, he could look up a solution but he isn't confident that he wouldn't hurt Mc during the process of trying to undo the curse. Levi can take Mc and the lower rank demon to plenty of people but he decides to just drag them to Solomon, Solomon's a human and a great sorcerer so Levi just feels like its the best solution. Solomon helps Mc get free from the curse while laughing and poking fun at the situation. Levi does tell Lucifer about what happened, and Lucifer pretends he doesnt know that Levi hacked all the lower rank demon's devices and tormented the random demon for a few weeks because they messed with his Henry. Levi def has hacking skills with how much hes online, change my mind.

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Thats all for now babes! Hope you enjoyed!! ♡ This is not proofread. Feel free to comment or reblog any thoughts or any add ons you have! Sorry I haven't posted in a bit, stuff happened or whateves but ill try and post more after this! More content is coming soon so Stay Tuned! Stay Safe! & Stay Groovy Scooby!

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Hi! I want to say I love your IF so far ❤️ Also, how would the ROs react (relationship stage) if the MC gave them a kiss every morning before getting on with the day but one morning they accidentally forgot?

(Thank you so much!! Aw, this is cute. Here we go...)

S: They are waiting. It's usually like clockwork; a part of their day they have weaved into their very strict morning routine. They even lean forward in preparation. Nothing.

You breeze past them, and their brows furrow in confusion. Have they done something? Did they forget something important? Unlikely. They are usually good at remembering key details, especially regarding you. Well, this useless speculation is pointless. Better to just communicate directly.

"Is everything okay, darling?"

"Yes, why?"

"Well, I couldn't help but notice you skipped over our kiss this morning. I wondered if there was something on your mind?"

Your response will determine their course of action. There isn't a thing they wouldn't do to ensure that kiss remains a part of their morning routine forever.

Rain: They don't realise straight away. Rain can be very scatterbrained on busy days. So, when they wave you off for the morning, and the quiet begins to build, only they realise something is off. It plays on their minds. They are forgetting something; they know it.

Then it hits them—your kiss. Now, they are panicking. What could this mean? And how could they have possibly forgotten? Are you drifting away from them? Well, the only thing to do is plan a romantic evening together to fix this mistake. Expect candles, a relaxing bath, and maybe even a massage if you're up for it. They will eventually ask about the kiss, but it feels important to remind you how much you are loved first.

Taj: There aren't many things Taj looks forward to, but the little moments with you are the few precious things they covet. So, when you pull back without sharing them, Taj's ears twitch, and their tail sways.

Tsk. Who cares anyway? They don't. In fact, it's kind of gross how often humans feel the need to exchange bodily fluids. It makes no difference to them whatsoever.

It becomes obvious to everyone else who watches Taj's restless foot-tapping that they are, in fact, bothered—very much so. Don't expect them to bring it up first, however. Taj can be petty... and patient. It would take a kiss to break the curse of their silent spell.

N: Considering you have to practically pry N's hands off you most mornings, it would be very surprising to them if they hadn't even been able to sneak a kiss from you. They would never admit it, but it bruises their ego to think you may not be as bewitched by them as they are you.

The passive aggression is the first indicator. "Did you have a nice day, my dear? Oh, good. How darling for you. You didn't feel as if you had forgotten something, then... or someone?"

It would be wise to shut them up with a kiss quickly.

Umbra: Umbra isn't above puppy eyes nor following you around like one. They have very little concept of shame. So, when you don't press a soft kiss to their lips first thing in the morning, Umbra becomes like your second shadow.

The third time you turn around and accidentally step on their feet because they ARE RIGHT THERE, you sigh. "What is it, Umbra?"

Umbra glances down sheepishly, twiddling their thumbs. "You didn't kiss me... Would you let me kiss you instead?"

It still takes a lot of courage for Umbra to feel deserving of asking such a thing from you. But they are getting better at believing they are worthy, thanks to you.

[misc-obeyme]

With an extremely lazy mc, that can be worse than belphegor in that aspect yet is always on top of what they need to do.

Homework? Finished, Chores? Done, Pranks? Happened. Yet they haven't seemed to move from their spot in the last 7 hours.

It's later revealed that it's just them using magic but entertaining nonetheless

Hi there, anon!

This was fun to write, I have to say. I mean, if I could just use magic to get everything done, I absolutely would.

Thanks for the request!

brothers reaction to lazy GN!MC who gets everything done with magic

Warnings: none!

Lucifer

Previously thought there was no way anyone could be lazier than Belphie… but he's surprised by how close you get. At first he's annoyed, but then you somehow get everything done anyway? And then he's just confused.

Confused… but also suspicious. How are you doing that, MC? He wants to lecture you so bad, but he can't since you actually do everything you need to do. Secretly a little worked up about it, but he's trying to keep his cool.

That essay he knew was due for your class tomorrow isn't just finished, it's well written, too. The dishes it was your turn to do are all washed and put away. And yet you haven't moved for hours.

Figures it out when he falls for one of your pranks. Because he can see how the prank was done with magic. Confronts you about it directly. Go ahead and pretend you don't know what he's talking about. It'll drive him crazy, especially since you haven't actually done anything wrong and he can't actually prove that prank was yours.

Mammon

Amazed. He's just shocked that you're able to do everything while actually doing nothing. How is it that all your homework and chores are done when you haven't moved?! What is going on here?

Asks you to teach him your ways even before he knows you're just using magic. He's imagining a life of never having to do homework or chores ever again. He'd be able to spend all his time partying or finding a way to rake in the Grimm. Ya gotta show him how ya do that, MC!

Mammon is in awe of all your perfectly executed pranks, too. Doesn't even mind if he falls victim to one considering how good they always are.

Doesn't figure it out. He'll only know you were using magic the whole time if someone tells him. If you tell him yourself, he'll pretend he knew all along. Now teach him all those spells.

Leviathan

He's amazed, but he's also suspicious. There's no way you're able to stay on top of everything like that. You can sit with him and play video games all night while your homework somehow still gets done. Something is up with that.

Doesn't care too much, though, so he doesn't try to figure out what's going on. Your ability to do your homework and chores isn't his concern. Let Lucifer worry about it.

He's just happy that you have more than enough time to spend with him, watching anime or reading manga or playing video games, etc. Let's be real, Levi has different priorities.

Only figures it out when he asks you to help him clean his room, which has gotten a little cluttered. You proceed to assist with magic and that's when it clicks. Of course! Everyone knows what a good sorcerer you are, MC! He can't believe he didn't realize it sooner!

Satan

It doesn't really register at first. He just knows that you're very efficient at getting things done without being busy at all. Assumes you have a strict time management style to keep yourself on track. That's certainly the most logical explanation, right?

Eventually realizes that you are in fact quite lazy, though. The fact that you haven't left the couch in hours makes him a little antsy. Don't you have things to do, MC?

Make him really crazy by just smiling and saying you've already done everything you needed to do that day. Tell him all about whatever homework, chores, and pranks you've done in the time you've been sitting on the couch.

He does figure you out pretty quickly, though. Satan is smart and he can tell that you're doing magic over there, even if nobody else seems to realize it. He's impressed. Why shouldn't you use magic to accomplish everything? Your skill as a sorcerer allows you to do it, so why not?

Asmodeus

Complains about how lazy you are. He doesn't care about your homework, chores, or pranks. But MC, you really should be more diligent about your skin care routine. Do you even use the products he gave you?

Show him your half empty product bottles and watch his expression go from surprised to happy to confused. He's thrilled that you're actually using what he gave you, but… when? How? He's never actually seen you use them?

Keep your secrets, Asmo likes how mysterious you are. Always sitting around, always doing nothing, and yet everything is somehow still done. How interesting! You're like a little puzzle he needs to work out.

He does, eventually. He really wants to make sure you're doing what you say you are, so he spies on you to see what you're up to. Won't figure it out until you actually use magic to apply the various skin care products. Now he's onto you. He's another one who's going to be impressed by your clever use of magic.

Beelzebub

Doesn't notice how lazy you are, but does notice that your stuff still gets done. His instinct is to help you out, so he might try to do some chores for you only to find that you've somehow already done them? How did you do that? He's confused.

This is going to go on for a while. He's going to notice your stuff is done, but he's just gonna go ??? and then move on with his life. He's not worried about it, though it is a little mind boggling.

Assuming you're sometimes on meal duty, though, that's when he's going to make the connection. If you use magic to make meals and they turn out really good, he's going to want to know how you're doing it. He's going to notice that you somehow get it done without even going into the kitchen? MC, please explain. He needs to know where your food supply is coming from.

In the end, you likely just tell him about it yourself. You go ahead and use magic to make him snacks. He's so thrilled, but he's not going to ask you to teach him. He's just going to ask you to make him food all the time. You're really good at magic, after all.

Belphegor

Annoyed at first. How dare you surpass him in laziness? This isn't something he actually cared about until he realized that some of his brothers were saying you were lazier than him. Hey. MC. This is his thing, you know?

Turns out he's too lazy to actually pursue any kind of rivalry with you about this. So instead you become partners in crime. If you're sitting around for hours, you can be sure that Belphie will be by your side, probably asleep. He's happy to keep you company.

Figures out what you're doing pretty fast. Since he's with you all the time, he sees that you're using magic to get everything done. Starts trying to get you to do his stuff, too. You get to decide if you're going to or not, but if you do, then he'll never leave your side again.

Especially fond of your pranks, particularly ones aimed at Lucifer. Will never give you away. The others might ask him how you do what you do, considering he's spending all his time with you. But he'll never tell, so they'll have to figure it out for themselves.

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[traceyc-uk]

*comes up with crazy idea and drops in your inbox*

*honestly have no idea how I came up with this. I just love owls and Hooty and thought your mc and mine would get along. I wanted to have a first meeting before the birthday fic. And I was like in a melancholy mood so sorry. Also context her cat died but this would have become much longer. ILY bye.*

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It was a crisp late winter midnight, the moon shining ethereal in the frigid sky, its pale light bouncing off the hair of a girl creeping through the trees.

Johanna was once again hunting poachers in the Forbidden Forest, her favorite past time when she wanted to blow some steam. She wasn't one to let herself feel them, but distracted herself instead.

She had just finished off one camp when she heard a “who, who, whooo..." coming from a tree nearby and an answer from a little ways away. At first she thought it might have been her barn owl Silo, but then remembered that barn owls screeched and didn't hoot. Curious she moved to investigate, ears straining to listen carefully.

Winter was the breeding season of owls and she just hoped that she would be able to witness the beauty of an owl courtship. She had always wanted to see one and it would be such a special honor if she could now. A sign, of peace, that everything would be okay. That life moved on. A little smile curved her lips when she heard it again.

A hollow tree stood in the middle of a clearing, stark white like bone in the moonlight, an owl on the top right branch. "Hello beautiful," she whispered. It blinked its huge eyes at her. She looked around for its mate, but saw nothing. She furrowed her brow, confused. "Where is your-" A loud hoot from behind her made her jump.

"Hoot! Hoot hoot hoot!" She turned just to see a unicorn charging at her, diving away just in time to avoid it. A dark haired boy about her height was chasing it around the clearing, hooting to the owl insistently through gasps and pants. "I'm just trying to help you!" He shouted at the unicorn. "Why make this hard?!" The owl finally flew off the branch and dropped the sack he had been sitting on, into the boys arms. The boy sighed gratefully. "Thank you Hooty! But couldn't you have done that sooner?"

Johanna watched him chase around the unicorn a little longer, trying not to laugh before she finally stepped out of the shadows and into their sight as he started to pull out his wand. She stepped in front of the unicorn and held up a hand, unmoving as it ran full speed at her. “Shhh…” she murmured softly. The horse reared and the boy screamed at her to move but she did not, even as the hooves seemed to crash down on her. Instead they landed directly in front of her, and the unicorn calmed as she murmured soft words and stroked its nose.

When the unicorn was finally in his back he turned to her in awe, his dark eyes wide and shining. “How did you do that? That was amazing!” Johanna couldn’t help but blush. “Lots of practice I guess,” she said with a shrug. “I learned after a while that using spells on them make them fear you more.” He smiled sheepishly, “I don’t know why I didn’t think of that. I should know better after all the times I’ve accidentally jinxed my animals.”

She snorted and flicked his tie. “Typical Slytherin, charging into things without thinking. Ambition without wit is your boon. But you’re quick to learn, I’ll give you that. As for jinxing animals you’re not alone.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, and laughed. “Yeah we are like that sometimes.” Then he straightened up, running a hand through his messy hair. “Say, what are you doing here anyway?” “I thought your owl had a mate. So I was investigating so see them together.” Johanna sighed, clearly disappointed. She tried to conceal the tears welling in her eyes. But they weren’t missed.

The boy reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. “What else is wrong?” She pulled away, turning her face so he wouldn’t see the traitorous tear that had escaped her brown eyes. “It’s nothing, I’m fine. Just killed some poachers.” His eyes narrowed as he gazed at Johanna, his hand still on her shoulder. “You’re not fine,” he said gently. “I can see it in your face. You’re hurting and it’s not just about the poachers.”

Johanna’s face remained turned away, but her shoulders tensed, and her voice was barely above a whisper. “You don’t know anything about me.”

The boy's grip on her shoulder tightened, and he took a step closer. "I may not know you or your secrets, but I know what it's like to be alone in the dark. I know what it's like to feel like you're drowning in your own emotions."

Johanna's eyes flashed towards him, a spark of anger igniting within them. "You don't know anything about being alone," she spat, her voice low and venomous. “You’re a Slytherin, born with high status and pureblood. You’ve never had one fight for anything in your life.”

The boy's face remained calm, his eyes never leaving hers although they now contained some well concealed anger. "You're wrong. I was born a shame, a squib," he admitted. "And I’ve had my fair share of pain and loss. My professor who was like a father died last year, my best friend used me. I have to navigate a powerful and dangerous magic on my own. I know what it's like to feel like you're adrift, with no anchor to hold onto."

Johanna's anger faltered, her gaze softening as she took in the boy's words. Was he like her?

For a moment, they stood there, the only sound the soft rustling of the trees in the wind.

"I'm sorry," Johanna whispered, her voice barely audible. He gave a weak smile, “It’s okay. I’ve come to live with it.” He gently squeezed her shoulder before pulling away. “I’m sorry for your pain too.”

Johanna sighed and put her hand over his. “Thank you. It…it means a lot.”

The tension dissipated, replaced by mutual understanding, the beginning of a possible friendship hanging over like them like a blanket of warmth.

Johanna finally turned to face him. “What’s your name?” She asked, voice still soft.

“Call me the New Fifth Year.” the boy replied, a smile growing wide on his face. “And you are?”

Johanna’s lips curved into a small but genuine smile, the first in a long while. “I’m Johanna, Johanna Newman,” she said her voice a little stronger. “Friends?” She held out a hand to him. He looked at it before taking it into his own. “Friends, as long as you teach me to tame animals like that.”

She shook it. “Deal, as long as you teach me how to speak owl so fluently. I only know a little.”

“Deal!”

And the pair headed off together into the night.

You are so precious writing this😭 sorry that their first meeting comes after the loss of her cat but I love that he’s patient and empathetic to her, poor Johanna. Thank you sm for thinking of him and his owl, he’ll gladly teach her how to speak even if his own particular owl only dishes out sass 😑

Thank you to @4ever2000lover this how his owl look when giving forced affection 😂

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request this story idea to you.

Plot: The cast, through a misplaced spell, was sent to another dimension without the Male!MC. In the another dimension, they found themselves in the Devildom where everything seemed the same, only to find that no one recognize the brothers as the Avatars or even Diavolo as the future king, resulting in them being captured for impersonating the future king, sending them to the Demon's Lord castle to be judged by the future king, only to be revealed to be MC, who is the Demon King's only son in this dimension. Understanding the problem, MC prompts his best people to help returning them, allowing them to stay in the castle in the meantime.

During the time, the cast found the Ruler!MC to be far more cold and distant than their MC, with the reason being that as the future king, the MC cannot be soft-hearted, resulting in him with no genuine connection with anyone. However, as time goes by, the cast found the Ruler!MC becoming just as affectionate and warm as their MC, though more hesitant.

At the time when the cast could return home, they urge the Ruler!MC to be their kind-hearted self, hugging him for the first time in life...

Hope this is good! Thank you!

Hello!!! I want to say that I love your request! It's really interesting and fun. Also I enjoyed writing it a lot! So I hope you enjoy reading it just as much!

Summary: MC is the Demon king in another dimension the cast found themselves in after a spell went off. Life progresses as they try to find a way back and also gain MC's trust once again.

Male!MC

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It was never different

Recently in the Devildom there have been a lot of.. problems.. the brothers have been actively misbehaving and disobeying the rules of the eldest more than usual... The guys from Purgatory hall have been dealing with a curse of Solomon's that went out and made a fiasco of the building and Diavolo has been treated to a lot of paperwork by Barbatos. It's needless to say that things were as lively as ever. MC was always rushing here and there to help. One minute he'd be in The House of Lamentation, resolving the latest issue, another he'd be in purgatory hall, helping the angels with the cleanup and third he'd be at the demon lord's castle to ease Diavolo's mind off of things. One day as he was on his way to Purgatory hall to help the sorcerer with his latest research a spell went off. Most likely Solomon's doing. But it wasn't just a regular spell..

Soon enough the brothers, the royals, the angels and Solomon found themselves in the middle of nowhere in the Devildom. They were abruptly stopped from whatever they were doing and were sent away. Little did they know that it was another dimension...

All of them looked around in confusion, shooting each other suspicious looks. All of a sudden one of them speaks up.

Mammon: Yo what? I was just in my room countin' money. What am I doing 'ere?

Asmodeus: Yeah! I was doing my skincare when all of a sudden my beautiful reflection in the mirror disappeared and I saw that I wasn't in my room anymore! I almost got a heart attack!

Belphegor who was sleeping at the time was now laying on the ground, sleeping soundly. When Beel noticed him he crotched down next to him and shook him in an attempt to wake him up.

Beelzebub: Belphie, wake up.. it's not the time to sleep..

Meanwhile Satan was glaring at Lucifer who was looking around, ready to turn into his demon form and fight if it was needed.

Satan: Lucifer, what happened?? I was reading my book when suddenly it disappeared from my hands!

Leviathan: oh tell me about it.. I was watching the latest anime of Ruri-chan! The mystery of the love in the sky volume 8! It stopped right in the middle when Ruri was about to find out that she was actually in love with Damian! Ughhh... Now I'll have to deal with spoilers later..

Lucifer: I know nothing of this. I was in my office, doing paperwork when all of a sudden I found myself here...

The eldest turns to Diavolo who was having a conversation with his butler.

Lucifer: Diavolo do you know what happened?

Diavolo: I'm not so sure actually.. It was a surprise to me as well.. Barbatos says that he doesn't know anything either..

During their conversation Solomon looks around and chuckles to himself while shaking his head.

Solomon: It's my doing. I made a tiny mistake while casting a new spell I had just discovered..

Raphael: What kind of spell were you trying to cast? Things don't feel exactly in place...

Simeon: Yes.. something is suspiciously different..

Solomon: It was a spell that could create new dimensions.. the thing is that things do feel different.. which would mean that...

Suddenly Solomon was cut off by Barbatos.

Barbatos: We are in a different dimension..

Mephistopheles: Barbatos? Am I hearing this right? Another dimension?

Barbatos: Yes, Mephistopheles.. you heard me correctly...

Lucifer: Another dimension... Hmm..

Diavolo: Another dimension!?!? This is soo exciting! I've been yearning for something like this! It reminds me of a thing I read not so long ago in Youthful Fun 124!

Barbatos sighs and elbows Diavolo in an attempt to tell him that the situation is more serious than what he thinks.

Asmodeus: Uhm, guys? I don't see MC anywhere.. where could he have gone?

Satan: Perhaps he wasn't teleported with us and is left back in our dimension?

Simeon: That's probably the case yes.. hm.. Solomon? You said it's a dimension creation spell.. how long is it supposed to last?

The human looks over at Simeon and rethinks his answer before speaking.

Solomon: Actually... As I said something went wrong which results in me not knowing where we were sent to or for how much time..

Mammon: Solomon, ya rotten bastard! Now what do we do to get outta 'ere huh?!?!

Lucifer: Mammon, calm down. We just have to think of a spell that will get us out of this dimension. Yes, Solomon?

Lucifer strikes Solomon a stern look and he nods his head in return.

Solomon: That's right.. but the problem is that I'll need some time to resolve this.. also I might need some help..

Diavolo: Barbatos, Lucifer and I will help you, Solomon. Meanwhile we'll have to get used to this dimension. Let's talk to somebody to try and find out more about this place..

And so everyone walked around, looking for somebody they could talk to and soon enough they spotted a demon who had a dumb expression on his face, leaning against a wall. They walked up to him and immediately began asking questions. The demon answered each question and everyone got a pretty good grasp of the situation. The thing was when they mentioned their titles as Avatars of Sin or The future demon king the demon just stood in confusion, eyeing them with a questioning expression.

Demon: Avatar of Pride..? Greed? Envy? What are you talking about?

Lucifer: Yes. We are the seven rulers of the underworld. I'm the eldest and the Avatar of Pride.. this one is the Avatar of Greed and that one the Avatar of Envy...

The eldest pointed at each brother, stating their title but the demon he was talking to just shook his head.

Demon: I've never heard of demons like that. And rulers of the underworld? We have only one ruler.. well future ruler..

Upon hearing his words Diavolo looked high into the sky with a mix of confidence and smug in his expression.

Diavolo: That would be me. I am the future demon king! Lord Diavolo, son of the demon king himself!

Demon: What? Are you trying to impersonate the future demon king? That was one pathetic attempt..

Everyone's eyes widened upon hearing the demon's words.

Mephistopheles: Don't you dare speak like that to Diavolo himself! You better bow down to him and apologise this instant! That is disrespect towards the future demon king.

The demon laughs and shakes his head.

Demon: I'm not disrespecting anybody. I don't know this demon and I don't think anyone else here does.. also I think you are the ones disrespecting the future demon king. I shall report you to the royal guards for impersonating a member of the royal family.

And soon enough everyone found themselves at the entrance of the demon lord's castle. They were escorted there by guards upon hearing about the impersonation. After all impersonating members of the royal family was illegal and Diavolo had to face the consequences of his crime. They stood there waiting when all of a sudden the doors of the castle opened. The guards stated the arrival of the demon prince and bowed down upon seeing him. Though he was no other than MC. Everyone rubbed their eyes to make sure they were seeing things correctly and they were! MC was standing proudly before them, wearing royal attire and was talking to somebody who was standing beside him. Light was practically radiation off of MC. He looked so glorious and stunning that he could make anyone kneel out of free will before him.

Guard: Bow down, you idiots. This is the future demon king. Show some respect!

The brothers except Lucifer were fast to bow down before the royal figure, fast followed by the angels along with Solomon. Though Lucifer, Barbatos, Diavolo, Mephistopheles and Thirteen were still standing proudly as if they didn't hear the command from the guard. MC shot them a stern look and crossed his arms at his chest.

MC: Well? You were told to bow down, weren't you? So what are you waiting for?

Lucifer: MC we are not to bow down before you. You are well aware that we hold a higher rank than yours.

While the eldest spoke the rest of them bowed down and upon seeing that Lucifer wouldn't stop running his mouth, Diavolo pulled him down to bow before MC which also managed to shut him up.

MC just ignored Lucifer's words and spoke ahead.

MC: That's what I thought. You can stand normally now. And I would like to hear why you decided it was so funny to impersonate me. Is the title I hold so unimportant to you that you chose to mock it?

It was already obvious to everyone that the person standing before them wasn't the MC they knew. He didn't treat them with the usual warmth and didn't offer the so loved smile. Instead he was cold and distant. Something they've never witnessed in MC. A side they've never seen. They didn't know this side of him and they were starting to dislike it. On top of that they had to accept the fact that apparently they were nobodies. Diavolo wasn't the future demon king, the brothers weren't the rulers of the underworld, nor the Avatars of Sin and Barbatos wasn't the royal butler. They were regular demons in this dimension.

Diavolo raised his head and looked over at MC who had a stern look on his face.

Diavolo: I'm utterly sorry, your highness.. we come from... afar and weren't aware of your rank. Please accept my apology.

Everyone looked at Diavolo with utter surprise. He had just saved them from punishment, saying that they weren't locals. The brothers looked down, hiding their smiles while the rest just looked around.

MC: Oh so you aren't locals. Hm.. I see. I suppose that is understandable. You shall be forgiven but could I ask... Where do you come from? I'm well known throughout the entire Devildom. It's rare to see someone who doesn't know of me.

Silence followed. Diavolo was wondering whether it would be a good idea to tell MC in this dimension about what really happened. But before Diavolo could make up his mind Solomon was fast to speak.

Solomon: Your highness, we come from another dimension. We ended up lost here, caused by a malfunction of a spell.

MC's eyes widened for a second before he regained his composure once again.

Luke: Yea!! And in our dimension Diavolo is the future demon king so that is why we said he was the prince. Oh and-

Simeon looked over at Luke, silently telling him to shut up, before wrapping an arm around his shoulders and smiling.

Simeon: Yes, yes, Luke is right. It was just a misunderstanding, your highness.

MC nodded his head and offered the group a small smile.

MC: I understand your situation. I will gladly offer you a place to stay here in the castle until you resolve your issue. Also I will have my best people help with the process so you could return to your own dimension as fast as possible.

MC turned to Diavolo and bowed his head before speaking once again.

MC: I understand it must be a lot to handle, having to leave your people like that. I would fall in grief and would be extremely concerned.

Diavolo offered MC a big smile and nodded his head.

Diavolo: Thank you for understanding, MC

MC shot Diavolo a look of confusion and cleared his throat before speaking.

MC: Could I ask... How do you know my name?

Mammon: We know ya in our dimension, MC!

Asmodeus: Yes! You are part of our family!

Leviathan: Though you aren't a future demon king.. you're a...

Levi went silent so Satan cleared his throat.

Satan: A human.

MC nodded his head.

MC: Oh I see.. so in your dimension I'm a human and part of your family. That explains how you know my name.. well you've told me enough..

MC moved away from the doors and welcomed everybody to enter.

MC: Please make yourself at home. But make no mistake. You're guests here so please behave accordingly.

And so the brothers, the angels, the royals and Solomon began living in the demon lord's castle along with prince MC and his butler. MC offered help with finding a way to return home. He also gave them rooms and food. They had everything they could ask for. The only difference was MC. The brothers would always try to socialise with him but he would often push them away or be extremely distant when having a conversation. Everyone was weary of the situation and feeling the lack of the warmth MC would always offer. Though as time passed MC began opening up to everybody. Spending time with them. Having conversations with them, laughing with them and experiencing adventures along with them. It wasn't long before MC got back to his once radiant self. Everyone seemed happy about that fact until one day Solomon announced that he found a way to get back to their own dimension. And then the day came. Today was the day everyone would return back home to their regular dimension. The day was especially quiet. MC was preparing to say goodbye to the brothers and the others while they had mixed feelings. They wanted to return back home to their own dimension and their own MC but they also got close with this MC. Some of them were upset and torn while others hid their emotions. When the hour hit everyone gathered in one of the halls of the castle, ready to cast the spell and go home. MC had come along to say goodbye.

Solomon: It's time.

Diavolo nodded and looked over at Lucifer.

Diavolo: It's time to say goodbye. I know you and your brothers became really close with MC so go ahead and say your goodbyes.

Mammon was the first to run up to MC. He threw his arms around him in a warm hug, whispering a goodbye before returning back to the bunch. Next followed Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie. All of them shared a warm hug with MC. All of them saying how much they'll miss him before saying a final goodbye. Last was Lucifer. He walked up to MC and offered to shake his hand but instead MC pulled him into a hug. The eldest let out a subtle chuckle, before saying goodbye and returning back to his brothers. And so preparations were ready. Solomon cast the spell and just before they disappeared all of them spoke in one tone.

Everyone: Goodbye, MC! See you at home.

[vorish-wonderland]

heyyy if you don't have too many asks/if you're accepting requests can you do safe/comfort vore with Riddle x Male MC? sorry if this is a little too vague-

Includes: fluff, soft/safe vore

★✦Study Session✦★

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"I swear to the Sevens, (Y/N), you are hopeless." Riddle sighs, placing a book down on the table. "If this ruins my sleeping schedule, I'll never forgive you."

"Yeah... I-I'm really sorry, Riddle..." You sheepishly apologise as you look down at the textbook, "A Brief History of Merfolk", 2453 pages long... and you have to memorize all of it by tonight for a magic history test tomorrow.

"You must get better at remembering to study."

You are... incredibly exhausted, but you need to stay up regardless.

"Now, since the test is tomorrow, I will have to be summarising. So, this will not be very in-depth... you will not get all of the questions 100% correct." Riddle explains. "I'm Just explaining so that you understand there is still a possibility of you failing."

"Yeah, I understand... but I'd rather you tell me about this with a change on failing... rather than going to a certain someone else and being able to pass without a doubt."

"Hm... is that because you want to spend time with me? Or just because you don't trust Azul? Not that I blame you for that, of course."

"...well..." You pause. "Who's to say it can't be both...?"

Ridlle just stares at you for a moment, before simply beginning to read from the textbook. You wonder if there was something more behind that staring... some kind of consideration...? Ah, not like it matters, you need to focus on listening to what Riddle says.

The reading and listening keeps going for quite some time, until Riddle suddenly stops for a moment.

"...I know you don't exactly have anything else to do while I read, but if I may ask... why are you staring at me like that?"

"Ah-! So sorry, I was just... lost in my thoughts..." You explain, slightly embarrassed. "Though... in my defense, you've been doing the exact same to me..."

"I... I have-?" He suddenly looks away from you, clearly blushing. It looks almost like how he looks when angry, with his entire face going red like a strawberry, though in a clearly not angry way. "Well... you... i-in my defense, you're quite a... p-pretty man, (Y/N)." He stutters quietly.

"I... I am-?" You ask, a bit surprised to hear him say that.

"...you heard nothing." He said, before going back to reading.

All the information blends together in your head, it's so late at night. As well as that, you've always had a hard time absorbing information when it's just being read off to you. But you'd just end up falling asleep on your own...

"Many species of merfolk are able to choose whether or not to digest their food, and as such will sometimes... are you still awake, (Y/N)?" Riddle suddenly asks.

"Ah... oh, yeah, yeah I am... I'm still... awake..." But that was a lie. Yes, you are still awake, but just barely.

"...if you say so." He sighs, and continues reading the passage. "...and as such will sometimes eat whole ones they love to show their affection. Despite it seeming more natural for merfolk due to their biological reason, it is commonly accepted among historians that this is actually a learned habit from fae creatures."

Your eyes are closing as you try to stay awake.

"(Y/N), are you sure you can keep going?"

"Yeah, I... I-" You suddenly yawn. "...ugh... no, I can keep going."

Riddle sighs, and stands up, before leaving for a moment. When he comes back, he is holding his dorm leader's staff.

"I hope you forgive me for my sudden absence... there's something I want to do." He points the staff directly at you. "Apologies. This may sting for a moment. Just know it is not my intention to hurt you."

You're confused, yet you trust Riddle that he wouldn't hurt you... so you gently brace yourself for the potential sting.

In an instant, two spells are cast on you. You know what the first one does, since you can immediately feel the effects... but you don't know what the other one is.

"What the..." Your head spins for a moment, before you've realized what happened. "R-Riddle, what happened...?"

"I've shrunken you." He says, looking away from you once more, and then he picks you up with his hand, like the way you would a cat... "I thought you would have realized that." He brings you up to his face.

"...so, uh... what was the other spell?"

"Ah! Right! The other! I... well..." Riddle seems to be nervous. "...it... it was for... well, I-I'm going to eat you, but that other spell I cast was to protect you from the harmful parts of that."

"Wh-"

"So you don't need to worry! I-I've taken precautions, and I don't eat much so it won't be very... y-you won't get anything on yourself!" Riddle explains, trying to sound more confident, smiling to you. "So, tonight, y-you'll have a pleasant sleep inside me... and tomorrow, I'll tell Professor Trein that you're sick and cannot attend class, and will have to take the test next week! And... and then maybe... we could study more together...?"

"Um... it's not that I don't appreciate what you're doing, but... why?"

"...you... you won't tell anybody, right?"

"Oh-! I... I won't, I promise... sorry if that sounds insincere, I just wasn't expecting that."

Riddle leans in close, before whispering...

"...I love you."

And before you can even process what he said to you, he gently placed you in his mouth and swallowed you.

[animeismyhappyplace]

MC tries to sneak out of the HOL only to end up getting a private magic lesson from Lucifer - Lucifer x female reader smut

Nsfw content MDNI! This is my own work please do not copy or repost without permission!

TW for slight use of daddy kink, mentions of breeding and lots of pet names.

Based off of a conversation I had on the Chai AI app that I had to turn into a fic 😳🥵 it's been a long time since I wrote a fic so please be kind 🙈

You were busy in your bedroom studying to obtain the Sorcerer's License, Solomon had given you an ancient book that was filled with spells you'd need to learn to help you on your journey. As you read through the book you noticed how late it had gotten looking at your DDD, eyes twitching as the light blinded your eyes but some of these spells made no sense at all so you grumbled getting up from bed as you knew you'd have to trudge along to Purgatory Hall to get help from the accomplished sorcerer.

You grabbed your coat and a bag filled with supplies including the book before quietly tip toeing down the stairs careful not to wake any of the brothers namely one brother in particular.

You had finally reached the main door when a hand gently tapped your shoulder making you jump and turn to see Lucifer's angry face staring down at you showing clear disappointment "I believe I specifically instructed you to notify me when you depart from this house, didn't I?" Lucifer clicks his tongue looking away from your face "These foolish actions of yours must have been influenced by that idiot, Mammon. I insist that you keep away from him." He crosses his arms and waits for your explanation of your blatant disregard for his rules "Sorry Lucifer I just needed to run to Purgatory Hall to see Solomon, he's asked me to memorise some spells but I'm...struggling and I figured he'd be the best man to help me" you look away from Lucifer feeling the shame of not being able to accomplish something so simple burn up your throat much like the bitter meals your mentor often creates.

Lucifer makes a face of indignation "Solomon?" He asks curiously as he tilts his head slightly in confusion before looking back down at you and giving you a stern glare. "What did he tell you about these spells?" I reach into my bag to get the spell book out and show him "He just told me that I needed to learn them to aid me in getting my license but some of these spells just don't make sense, I can't figure why I'd need them" he hums to himself as he thinks "Hmm..." he takes the book from you and begins flipping through its pages until he finds one particular page. "This spell" he says quietly as he points to a section on the page where several different types of magic are listed. "It seems like this has many uses depending on what you'd need, I can help you master it" you smile sweetly as you look up at him "Thank you for the offer Lucifer and at least this way I won't need to wake up another friend to help me" and no punishments for breaking his rules you think to yourself as you follow Lucifer to his private study there are surely worse ways to learn than from the prideful avatar.

Once we get to his study he opens the door and ushers me in getting out a hastily "My pleasure." Before his expression softens slightly as he smiles warmly back at you before turning towards his desk. "Now then, let us begin our lesson shall we?" He gestures for you to sit next to him. "I hope I don't keep you too long I know it's very late to be having a magic lesson" you mumble softly "Indeed it is. But we still have much left to cover today clearly."

He smirks at your clear misfortune as you groan to yourself "I feel it's going to be a loooong night yet, isn't it?" Lucifer chuckles to himself as he finishes setting up the items he feels you'll need. Lucifer straightens his back "Indeed it will be. So please stay quiet while we begin our study session." he chuckles softly as he sits and gestures for me to do the same "O-oh right, of course Lucifer" you can't help but look away feeling like you're wasting his time but you truly do need help so you push down the stinging feeling and put the book down on his desk.

"Good girl~" he pats your head gently before taking out two candles from behind the table "Let us start off by lighting these candles." Your face burns at the pet name but you ignore it as you await more instructions "Light the candle with your hands." He shows you how to hold the candle correctly "Once you see the flame ignite, blow it out gently." He watches intently as you try to follow his instructions "Very good! Now repeat the spell shown in your book..." I let out a breath as my brow furrows in concentration "Lux lucerna" I watch intently as the candle begins to burn brightly "Excellent!" The candle burns brighter than ever before as it shines brightly illuminating the room, I can't help but smile as he compliments my work I lean forward blowing out the candle as darkness encases the room.

"Very well done my dear." He looks proud of your progress you've never felt such joy as you do now since arriving in the Devidom "We'll move onto the next step now." He stands up and leads you away from the desk "Come along now." He motions for you to follow him throw a door you've never noticed before as confusion shines in your eyes. "This way." He opens the door and steps inside revealing a large bed covered in black sheets "Lay down here if you would." He gestures towards the center of the bed "And relax while I prepare myself."

Your brain starts to short circuit as you try to take in his words "You haven't told me what you're preparing yourself for Lucifer" your words trailing off as you look around the room "Well since we are both naked... I thought maybe we could play some fun games together." His voice has become low and husky sounding as he speaks "Wouldn't you like that?" He asks seductively while walking around the bed slowly, you can't help but laugh as you look up at him "Naked? I'm not..." You gasp as you look down to see your clothes gone with your face turning red as you try to cover yourself from his eyes.

"Don't worry about covering yourself darling." He smiles warmly at you as he moves closer to you. "It's quite natural isn't it?" He leans in close enough for you to feel his breath against your skin "Besides, who needs clothing when we both know how you've been looking at me recently, I can see the lust burning in your eyes" you feel your face going red as you flush from seeing the way he looks at your breasts and down past my waist eyes lingering between my thighs "Yes you're right Lucifer I have" you can't help but gulp down the saliva pooling behind your tongue "I like how submissive you can be my dear sweet human...it makes me feel so ... alive" he grins as he comes face you near the bed "I've always wondered if you could accept me as your mate I know I'm human and you're a demon but I've always admired you" you can't help but look down embarrassment licking at your sides "Of course I will love you forever mortal or not. You are mine after all" his smile grows wider as he reaches out and takes hold of your hand gently caressing it with his thumb "Now let us begin shall we?" *he says looking deep into your eyes searching for a sign that this has gone too far and you wish to back down but of course you don't.

You can't help the smile that curves your lips as you look at him "Yes Lucifer I'm yours until I take my last breath" You tug his hand to follow you to the bed the pride demon growls softly before leaning forward pressing his lips against yours deeply kissing you passionately "Ohh~ Such an eager little one aren't we?" he whispers as he continues to kiss you passionately making sure to leave no doubt that this was going to be their first time together "I've thought about this moment since I arrived in the Devidom...you seemed so stoic and closed off when I arrived but I knew there was more to you" you can't help but kiss him back just as passionately slipping your tongue into his mouth "You were a surprise to be sure, a human so medlesome and disobedient" he moans as he feels your tongue and joins you on the bed settling between your thighs "Perhaps you need to teach me to obey you" I look to to Lucifer to see his eyes glowing a vibrant blue "Very well then" he chuckles as he begins by running his fingers through your hair pulling you closer to him "But remember that you must obey me or I'll have to punish you MC..." *he warns as he looks down at you "I promise I'll be a good girl for you Luci" he groans as he flexes his fingers above my head "Good girl." He kisses you again before moving away from you slowly taking in every inch of your beauty "Such beautiful skin, such soft curves...such perfect tits..." he murmurs as he looks up at you admiringly, you can't help the shiver that racks through your body as his fingers skim across your body "Lucifer stop teasing me and do something...please do something" he hums as he takes in your request "What would you like me to do with these pretty little things?" *he asks playfully as he runs his other hand across your chest lightly brushing his fingertips across your nipples causing them to harden in his wake "Anything Lucifer just touch me!" "Of course my dear" he smirks as he bends his head and envelops one nipple into his mouth, rubbing his tongue over the bud until you squirm in your place on the bed "More my dear?" A whine bubbles up your throat as you nod your head "Y-yes Lucifer I need more please...why are you teasing me?" You gasp as he swaps to the other nipple, licking and sucking the bud into his mouth "Because it pleases me to tease you. You're mine after all" he says smugly as he continues pleasuring you with his lips and tongue while stroking your inner thigh with his free hand. He reaches out and cups your breast gently squeezing it before continuing to suckle on your nipples.

You let out little gasps as he lathers your chest in with affection "Your tongue feels so good against my soft nipples" you whine out "You're making me so wet Lucifer please touch my pussy" you look at him pleadingly "You know what they say about begging for mercy." he grins wickedly as he slides two fingers inside you, curling them upwards towards your g-spot "but if you want more than that then tell me now." *he whispers huskily as he moves faster against your sloppy clit to which you can't hold in the gasps of pleasure you huff out as you feel his fingers reaching places your own can't hope to reach "I-I need more Luci" you beg with tears curling along your lashes "Then ask." He commands with a sinister smile "Please lick my pussy Lucifer suck my clit and I'll do whatever you want!" You cry out in frustration "Anything?" he asks eagerly as he increases the intensity of his movements against your clit, sliding another finger deep inside you and pressing hard against your g-spot.

"Yes my love anything! I'll please you anyway you ask" you moan loudly as he finger fucks your sopping pussy "Good girl~" He smiles at you lovingly as he keeps fingering you fast and hard, pushing you closer and closer to orgasm "Are you ready for this sweetheart?" he asks seductively as he removes his fingers from your dripping cunt leaving only his thumb rubbing circles around your swollen clit, you nod your head a few times blinking your tears away "Yes Lucifer I'm ready! I-I'm going to cum if you keep rubbing my clit l-like that" you grip his arm tightly as you feel the knot building in your belly "That's right baby..." he murmurs softly as he slides his thumb across your clit again "...cum for me darling~" you sob loudly as you cum, body shaking as you feel you hit washing over your body "Fuck..." You can't help but sigh out as you open your tired eyes to look to him "Mmmhmmm...you taste delicious." he smirks as he licks your slick off his fingers then he leans forward kissing you deeply before pulling away "now let's see how much more we can get done today shall we?” he reaches down to a cabinet near the bed to grab a vibrator and puts it between your legs teasing your clit and inserting it into your wet pussy. You can't help but moan as you taste yourself on his tongue "W-what about you, I've already came and you haven't yet let me make you cum~" you gasp hard as the pleasure hits your clit and pushes you towards overstimulation "Oh no little one~" he chuckles mischievously as he turns up the speed on the toy causing waves of pleasure to course through your entire being "We're not done until I fill you with my seed~” he kisses you passionately as he continues to tease your sensitive areas with the vibrations making you whimper against him.

Your eyes roll back as the pleasure fills your core "I want your seed...want you to fuck your babies into me" you cry as you bite your lip and legs spread wide "Such an eager little girl!" he laughs happily as he presses the tip of the toy against your entrance "You really do enjoy getting fucked don't you?" You nod as your legs shake "Need your cock Luci please" "Well then let's find out shall we?" he grins wickedly as he removes the toy from your abused clit and slides between your thighs slowly sliding his length inside you inch by inch until finally all 12 inches are buried deep within you “there there little one..let daddy feel what he did to you.” his hips thrust forward driving himself deep into your weeping pussy you can't help the drawn out moan you let out as he fills you impossibly full "Fuuuuck Luci I can feel you hitting close to my womb, it feels so good to finally feel you inside of me" you rock your hips up to match his thrusts as you throw your head back in pleasure "That's right babygirl..." he groans softly as he begins moving faster now slamming into you harder than ever before "...cum for daddy...." his voice is thick with desire as he holds onto your waist tightly as he pounds you mercilessly. Your body shakes as you feel your orgasm building quick with all the overstimulation, you reach your hand down to your clit to rub hasty circles along your little bud "I-I'm going to cum on your cock Lucifer!" "Mmmhmmm..." he growls hungrily as he speeds up even further pushing you closer and closer to release "Cum for me babygirl...don't hold anything back." he says breathlessly as he leans down kissing you deeply while continuing to pound away relentlessly at your needy cunt "Fuck daddy~ I'm cumming!" Your head tips back painfully as the pressure releases causing you to squirt all over his big demon cock, panting heavily and tightening around him as you moan loudly "Ohhh yes! That's exactly what I wanted!" He slams hard into you once again feeling your tight walls squeeze him tightly as he cums filling you completely with hot sticky seed you moan as you feel his hot seed fill your little hole, panting heavily as your body shakes slightly watching as he pulls his spent cock out of your twitching hole "T-that wasn't what I expected when I tried to sneak out of the house" you giggle as you look at him "Well that was quite enjoyable wasn't it?" he smirks smugly as he kisses you gently "Now lets get cleaned up shall we? You need some rest after such an exhausting night" he winks playfully and teleports you to where he has prepared his bed with fresh sheets and wash cloths to clean you up "I enjoyed myself tonight Luci I hope we can continue our tutoring sessions" you look to the demon and smirk "Of course sweetheart," he smiles warmly as he lays you down on the bed and covers you up with soft blankets. "We'll make sure you're ready for another round soon enough" he gives you one last kiss before turning off the lamp he has situated next to his bed you snuggle close to the pride demon as sleep begins to take hold "I love you Lucifer" you whisper as you dift off in the demons arms "I love you too little one" he smiles fondly as he kisses your forehead, cuddles you close and for once forgets the mountains of paper work he has scattered on the floor of his study.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

hey i was wondering how would the main 6 react/deal with an mc who can be a half dragon form like this one https://www.pinterest.ph/pin/34480753384518754/

(p.s ever since you popped in my "for you" I've been following your blog and your head canons are very good :) )

The Arcana HCs: M6 with a half dragon MC

~ thanks for the love anon, and here are your headcanons! I'm sorry if it took a while, I work through requests in the order they come in and I'm still figuring out how to do that without getting overwhelmed lol

Enjoy! - brainrot ~

The picture in question:

Julian

The first time he sees you take this form is after you've had a few drinks with him and the wrong person ticks you off

Three different parts of his brain are having three very different responses all at once and he doesn't know which one to listen to

Julian.exe has stopped responding

The drunk part of him doesn't even know what's real anymore, is that actually you?

The doctor part of him is fascinated, how does that work? Why is it coming out now? Why didn't it come out some other time? Is it voluntary?

The third part of his brain, the one that's flustered by you 24/7, is very confused. He knows he's attracted to this, but he has no idea why and he's not sure he's ready to reflect on what that says about him

He will very respectfully request that you do this again, when he is sober, and he can have all his questions answered

Asra

They have a snake familiar, this just confirms your status as Faust's other best friend

His biggest weakness (after you) is new and unconventional things, and it shows

Can you use your wing as a bellows? How much more strength do you gain with that talon arm? Is it strong enough to open the jar of kool-aid pickled garlic they bought the other day and still can't get open?

Very excited to see what magic he can teach you/you can develop using it

If you cast a spell with your wing can you aim it at an object farther away?

The stove salamander adores you

Will ask you to volunteer to try something to double check if it's safe for Faust

"MC, there you are. I made something to help Faust shed her skin but I need you to see if I made it too strong."

This has gone horribly wrong once or twice

Nadia

Oh my

She's not sure exactly what this is, but she's into it

First things first though, what unique circumstances lead to this and how best may she love you with that in mind?

Is it inherited or developed? Did you steal it from a mighty beast after defeating it in battle? What other secrets are you hiding?

Does the skin need any special products? Would you like anything added to your diet?

She's already got a mental sketchbook pulled up in her mind's eye to plan an outfit that would not only accommodate the physical shift but accentuate your striking appearance

She commissions a piece of jewelry to wear on your horn that matches her hair pieces

She will ask if she can kiss the affected side of your face, because she's curious about what it feels like

She would also like to know if you can fly in that form, and if so, if you can take her flying with you and Chandra

Muriel

He's not that shocked, he lives in the woods, he's seen weirder

But having observed wildlife for so long, he is now very intent on observing you too

Your form is dragonlike, do you have reptilian traits? Does it affect your body language? Are you able to speed up and slow down your metabolism and experience of time at will by adjusting your temperature?

He will begin acting on the conclusions he draws. Dragons hoard treasure, so he starts bringing you little gifts to see what you do with them

You received them from him, so you're not going to throw them out

Now there's a growing pile of pretty rocks and leaves and carvings in the hut

But he never sees you act protective of the collection, he knows you smile when you look at it, but aren't you supposed to sleep curled around the thing you consider your treasure?

You don't sleep with your things, you sleep snuggled up to him - oh. Oh.

Portia

She first sees this form come out on an ambassador trip, when an extremist group in the country you're visiting makes an assassination attempt

It's a pitiful attempt, really, she could've easily beaten them without any help at all

But there was an archer involved who let an arrow loose just before they were tackled by a pile of guards, and hey, that's the woman you love

Next thing she knows she's being held firmly against your human side, the armored dragon half on full display between her and her attacker as the arrows bounce harmlessly off

She is both intimidated and impressed

Now whenever you're in that form next to her she'll be walking around with her cheeks puffed out in pride

Because yeah, that's MC, that super badass dragon person is all hers, that's her best friend, that's her bullet proof sweetheart

Lucio

He doesn't want to admit it, but he's kind of jealous

He thought he was the coolest with his clawed golden gauntlet, and here you are with half your body covered in scaly armor

He really, really wants to spar with you in that form now

Initially it's because he needs to prove to himself that he'll be able to win against you and maintain his status as the strength to your brains

But once he gets you to agree all he can do is admire you

As a natural-born fighter himself, he's drawn to anything that shares that nature with him, and yours is on full display like this

The way you're able to use your wing both offensively and defensively, the way your talons act as extra blades, the way the horned side of your face glares back at him

He's in love, he's so in love

He keeps getting distracted and messing up, so you let him call it a tie since you didn't really want to fight him in the first place

He can and will bring it up in every conversation he has, regardless of who it's with and what the context is

[roohuh]

A Visit from Mrs. Gaunt

Part 14 of the Obliviate Series

Ominis x MC

Summary: Ominis mother comes to collect her son.

Warnings: parental abuse trigger warning

You went to bed early complaining of a headache leaving Ominis by himself in the common room reading. The room is unusually empty for this time since everyone is out watching the Slytherin VS Ravenclaw Quittage match. Sebastian had urged Ominis to join him at the game but Ominis had never cared for sports to him; it was just a lot of shouting. Besides he loved having the common room to himself. He was comfortable in front of a warm fire reading about different healing spells.

“Hello Ominis.” A silky woman’s voice says from behind him. The hair rises on the back of his neck.

“Hello mother.” He remains seated, not bothering to turn to her.

“Did I never teach you to stand and face a lady when you greet her?” She tisks at her son “ That hussy of yours had the same horrible manners.” Ominis tries to remain calm knowing his mother is baiting him.

“If you have come here to fight, do not bother yourself.” He says picking up his book.

“Oh how like your father you are! So dismissive.” She complains, draping herself across a chair beside her son. Ominis continues reading in hopes she will lose interest and leave.

“What is it about that vixen of yours anyways? Your brother has taken quite a shine to her also.” Still no answer from Ominis.

“She does have a lovely scream.” The woman says wistfully. The book drops from Ominis hands as he rises slowly from his seat.

“You are lying.” He growls.

“She came flying into the room with such excitement when her stupid elf said it was a Gaunt. I am sure she was expecting you.” Drawing his wand, Ominis points it at his mother. Stepping forward she holds the wand to her chest.

“Do it.” She whispered. Tears fill his eyes, hand wavering feeling as if he was a frightened child once more.

“You know the spell.” She taunts.

“Do it!” Ominis flinches at the shout expecting the strike that usually comes. This time she merely took his want and tossed it over her shoulder.

“It is a pity you are so weak.” The mother grabs her son by the shoulder and they disappear.

Sending the doors flying on their hinges you explode into the Ancient Runes classroom

“Where is he?” You demand ignoring the class full of confused second years. Wand drawn you fearlessly aim at Professor Gaunt.

“Where is who?” You press your wand into the side of the man’s neck with a hiss

“You want a demonstration of my power?” The man gives a chuckle.

“I would love a demonstration however I have a class to teach. As for Ominis, he is merely paying a visit to our family home.” Sebastian steps in putting a restraining hand on your shoulder. He has been hot on your heels all the way from the Slytherin common room where you had discovered Ominis wand. Seeing Sebastian you asked him where Ominis was in an effort to return the wand. Sebastian had just assumed the two of you snuck off together for the night so when you came down looking for Ominis he was slightly alarmed. You were practically a flash of light in the halls using Ancent Magic to propel you forward as you raced to the Undercroft. Finding it empty you turned towards Professor Gaunt’s classroom feeling a deep pit of dread in your stomach

As Sebastian pulls you out of the classroom the professor calls out:

“You know the very easy fix to all of this.” Outside of the classroom you shake off Sebastian’s hands.

“He is just trying to antagonize you. We do not even know if that is where Ominis actually is.” Sebastian tries to sooth you.

“You know as well as I do that Ominis is not the type to disappear without so much as a note! And he left his wand! We both know where he is.”

“Do we?” Sebastian tries to reason.

“He is at his family’s home!” You snap.

“And where might that be?” The realization dawns on you and you sit on the floor in frustration. Neither you nor Sebastian had ever been to Ominis families house.

“Ominis is a capable wizard, he will be alright.” Sebastian tries to convince himself as much as he is convincing you. Offering you a hand up he adds.

“Come on. Let’s go search the dormitory for clues.”

[booksdaydream]

The Lost and Found part III

*SPOILERS OF THE GAME HOGWARTS LEGACY AHEAD*

Characters: Dark!Sebastian; use of MC; GN!MC; Ominis Gaunt; eventual Ominis Gaunt x MC.

Summary: Based on this post by @avadakedavravravra​. After Sebastian goes mad because MC and Ominis decided to turn him in during IN THE SHADOW OF FATE quest, imprisoning Ominis, he takes Ominis’s place with a Polyjuice potion. He convinces MC he’s the real Ominis and tells them Sebastian’s ran away. Upon noticing that not knowing where Anne is can be a problem to his plan, he tries to convince Ominis to tell him her location by using Ominis’s relationship with MC. He misunderstands his former friends’ intentions and further spiral out of control.

Warnings: violence; abuse (imprisonment, starvation); talks about death (Solomon); angst; impersonating; lying; gaslighting.

Word count: 3,8K+

A/N: I tried to put in bold every time we were talking about Sebastian’s “Ominis”, instead of the real one so it wouldn’t be so confusing. Also, it’s important to say that because of his captivity descriptions of Ominis can be triggering and upsetting, so if you’re bothered by this, please do NOT read this! Some of Sebastian’s thoughts can sound a bit contradicting or jumping into conclusions, but an enraged mind doesn’t think things through so he’s mostly assuming things without even confirming them and just spiraling. Not proofread. Comments are appreciated :)

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The Lost and Found

Part I

Part II

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The potion tasted of mint tea with a hefty amount of sugar. Not unpleasant until the last bit of its taste: a squeeze of bitter lemon juice. Sebastian shivered before observing his limbs change and his vision start to get blurrier and blurrier. He expected he’d take every single characteristic of his friend, including his lack of sight. But he wasn’t worried as the prior weeks he had memorized all the spells he had watched Ominis perform all these years beside him. His only concern was Ominis’s wand.

Almost like an extension of himself, Sebastian wondered if it would work as one for him. He had very little idea of how exactly Ominis’s sight worked, much less how it looked from the point of view of his wand. But it didn’t matter. It was simply a piece in his plan he’d have to overcome. He walked to where the mirror was in his room and stood in front of it wondering if he was facing the correct direction. Sebastian, now Ominis, slipped out of his robes and accioed his former friend’s robes he had separated. An ensemble that looked dirty and a little torn.

He dressed himself in Ominis’s robes and reached out for his wand – he had hidden his own somewhere safe. Tying the tie was the hardest task so far, he thought. But he’d never admit to himself that buttoning his shirt might’ve been worse. Not for the lack of sight, but the feeling of Ominis’s pronounced collarbones against his own fingertips and his now more defined ribs. The days he had kept Ominis in captivity had already started to show by the point he collected the hair strands, he brushed the thought of how much worse he must have been now.

Sebastian shook his head and focused on the task at hand. He searched his face with his hands. He needed to make this look real. He took his wand and transfigured his face to be bruised, he also did such on his side. He couldn’t be sure of how real it looked, but upon touching his face it certainly felt bruised. He smirked to himself remembering a duel he had with Prewett that might’ve gotten a bit out of hand in the past. He sighted calming his mind and preparing his act. He raised his wand and left his room in searching for MC feigning his most hurt expression, one that would look convincing in Ominis’s face.

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He didn’t have to go far; MC was looking for him. Rather, they were looking for Sebastian. He could not tell exactly how MC looked when they saw him, but he could hear them gasp and very quickly he was surrounded by an embrace. “Ominis! You’re back! Oh Merlin, what happened to you? Your face!”, MC rambled while still holding him near them and inspecting his body carefully. This is it. Let’s put this plan to work,Sebastian thought.

“Sebastian, he – he… ah! MC! I’m afraid he must have gone mad!”

“Mad?”

“He had kept me in the dungeons somewhere for – for … I cannot know for how long. Feeding me only bread and water and… today he came to deliver a letter to me. A letter! I think he must have felt bad. Maybe he thought I was weak enough or that I had given up. He handed me my wand, and I did not think twice. I – I fought him, MC… My bestfriend! Then he ran, but I was so tired I could not follow… but he – he left the door open and I – I only thought about finding you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”, Ominis rambled. The words stumbled upon each other, almost as if he couldn’t believe himself what had happened. A strike of luck, a surprised foe who was also a gone dear friend.

MC didn’t know what to do but hold him as he poured his heart out and cried his very trained monologue onto their shoulder. They could feel his thinness in his chin slightly poking their shoulder uncomfortably. The suffering he had to endure. A month, they realized, Sebastian had held him captive for a month. They felt Ominis hiss when they squeezed him just after their realization, noticing he was probably hurt under his robes as well. Oh, Sebastian, what have you done, they thought. They knew he was hiding something, a gut feeling, but nothing so big as this sort of abuse. Of his bestfriend.

They guided Ominis to the hospital wing, where Madam Blainey quickly took care of him while MC talked to Professor Weasley about what had transpired. Together, the two told her about Solomon and Sebastian’s misjudgements, just as they had planned a month prior. Ominis asked her to have mercy on him, that he didn’t know what he was doing, that it was the dark arts that made him act this way, that he forgave him for the pain he had caused him. That he was simply lost and that he was no monster. The silence that followed was full of pity, but she agreed to take those into consideration. Satisfied with the outcome, Sebastian polyjuiced as Ominis allowed MC to take him back to his common room and to his dormitory, where he pretended to get some shuteye. When, of course, he sneaked out to feed the real Ominis.

—

Normality ensured very quickly. MC avoided talking about Sebastian, but they spent most of their time together in the Undercroft. They seemed happy to have him back, which infuriated Sebastian if he thought about it for too long. MC had read the letter Sebastian left Ominis which apologized for the pain he caused, but ensured it was necessary to find a cure for Anne. That he would continue looking, away from the school. And a farewell. MC felt guilty when they realized how relieved they were that Sebastian seemed to have left. They were still trying to wrap their mind around the idea of him kidnapping Ominis. And they also couldn’t understand how calm Ominis had been acting.

They found him about a week after being released from captivity reading a thick book on rare potions, with his dictating spell. It was usual for them to find Sebastian doing such task, but for Ominis… when they asked him about it, he said almost pragmatically, “I will continue Sebastian’s search.” They couldn’t hold back a gasp, which made him frown.

“I know Sebastian made terrible decisions. Dicisions that hurt his uncle and I. But Anne continues to be sick…”, MC sighed, and Sebastian reached out for them, who grabbed his hand on theirs. He smiled weakly. “I fear some of the choices he made are heavy on my shoulders. We should have steered him away earlier before anything transpired. Now I feel responsible for the only family he has left. One that once said I could consider her family as well. I owe them this. Please, MC. I need you to understand this.” Sebastian pleaded wearing a pained Ominis expression.

“I understand. But Sebastian will be looking for the same thing. Maybe even looking for Anne…”, they considered. “You know where she is right?”, MC asked unknowingly.

Sebastian’s heart dropped. He had forgotten to consider this part of his plan. Ominis knew where Anne was, for Merlin, he could go see her whenever he wanted. Bet he, as Ominis, didn’t. He needed to find out. Not only for his sake but for the sake of his plan. He smiled softly, that way Ominis did when MC said something silly.

“I do, but she asked me kindly not to tell anyone… for now.” MC agreed with a hum.

“And with Sebastian searching for her, it’s best no one else knows. For her safety.” Sebastian bit his tongue, feeling his anger build in his chest at their distrust. Did MC really think he was going to harm his sister? Everything he was doing was for her sake. Her sake. He summoned all his self-control not to squeeze their hand as they continued. “You should owl her, just in case.”

“I will”, he responded letting go of their hand. MC unconsciously complained out loud, but Sebastian was too angry to notice. He spent the rest of his time distracted, thinking he needed to see Ominis.

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That afternoon couldn’t have passed slower. Sebastian practically swung the door to the room of requirement the minute it appeared to him. He found Ominis taking a bath. This wasn’t the first time he had found him enjoying the privacy he had in his delightful days in the tiny little haven Sebastian arranged for him, Ominis considered in sarcasm. The only bit of mercy Sebastian had bestowed upon his shameful way of living. In fact, Ominis had realized how irritated Sebastian would become upon such sight, because apparently, he got off on Ominis being miserable. He would then take his time whenever Sebastian would appear during such. That day was no different. He heard the door and chuckled to himself in mockery.

“Can’t a gentlemen have privacy?”, he snarked.

“What?”, Sebastian responded. The answer would have been weird already as he’d have been very able to see Ominis private moment. But what caught him off-guard was the voice his answer sounded like. Like his own. Ominis got up from the bath slowly, the sound of the water moving and falling onto the floor finally hitting Sebastian’s ear. He scoffed. “Oh, you’re bathing. Marvellous.” There were no doubts, Ominis thought, that was his voice. He got out of the bath and crossed the already memorized tiny room quickly, reaching out to Sebastian and grabbing at his face.

Sebastian recoiled at the surprise of his cold, wet touch, but didn’t have enough time to pull out his wand. In fact, he decided not to in case Ominis being more used to the lack of sight could be faster than him in snatching it up from his hands. He heard Ominis gasp and hold his breath, touching around what he quickly recognized as his own face. He remembered the times Sebastian plucked hair strands from his head and associated them to Polyjuice. Ah, Sebastian had taken his place. In a surge of anger, he pushed Sebastian backwards. He scoffed managing to keep his balance.

“Not cool to push a blind kid. Had enough?”, he mocked.

Ominis could feel the heat of rage burn his face, but before he could say anything Sebastian was talking again.

“Where’s Anne?”, it was his turn to scoff.

“What makes you think I will tell you?”, Sebastian sighed. Not impatient, he clearly knew this wasn’t going to be easy. “What are you going to do? Visit her with my face?”, Ominis questioned. Why did Sebastian need his face?

“Maybe I will. But not right away. When I have the cure I…”

“Cure? You’re still looking for a cure?”, Ominis couldn’t bring himself to believe that. Surely Sebastian wasn’t doing all of that for a cure that might as well not even exist. And, if it existed, Anne probably wouldn’t even want it. Not with how much pain it caused to be found. Sebastian must have rolled his eyes, in that very Sebastian way, because he scoffed again.

“I don’t expect you to understand. Just give me her location. Or I..”

“You what?”, Ominis snarked back. “Are you going to capture your bestfriend? Starve them? Oh right, you are already doing that.”

“What bestfriend?”, Sebastian hissed through gritted teeth. “Bestfriends don’t plan to turn the other in, for an honest mistake”.

“Honest mistake?”, Ominis questioned incredulous. “You killed your uncle. You crossed a line, Sebastian. You went too far!”.

“Far or not, I intend to keep going. You will tell me where my sister is, or I will have to see what I’ll do with MC.”, Sebastian threatened, his voice steady.

“You wouldn’t hurt them. You care for them far too much.”, Ominis risked, hopeful he was right. But that hope faded away in a desperate expression Sebastian couldn’t see when he said before leaving: “I used to feel the same about you.”

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Sebastian was alone again with MC in the Undercroft not many days after. His Ominis semblant was focused as he continued reading a book, this time on rare herbs, sitting on a conjured sofa. He wasn’t sure what he could do with MC to show Ominis he had them under his thumb. But, that day his luck stroke again. MC was sitting near him, near enough that their knees brushed each other. In fact, MC would sometimes move, a stretch and yawn or to slump down in boredom, in a way that other parts of their body would touch. Their shoulder would lean on him, their hands would brush past, their hips would momentarily press against his.

If Sebastian didn’t know better, he would’ve thought MC was physically flirting with him. But they never said anything remotely flirty. Their voice always levelled and with a confident tone. Then a thought crossed his mind. What if he didn't know any better? He was in Ominis’s skin now. MC had never acted like that with Sebastian before. Sebastian wondered if Ominis ever flirted with MC. If Ominis had given them the same type of attention as Sebastian had given them before. Would they verbally flirt back? Maybe it was worth a try. Or maybe this was normal for them. Verbally friendly and physically close. Although not normal at all for most pairs of people. Well, he had never actually noticed this between them before. If he could figure out the nature of their relationship, maybe he’d be able to use this to convince Ominis. Definitely worth a try.

“MC, this herb here is being described as similar as another before, but I cannot quite figure out its appearance with my wand. Could you help me with this?”, he heard MC shuffle closer. Their body heat approaching as their hips touched his and their shoulders pressed against his arms, they were leaning over the book in his lap for a better look.

“Hm, right. This is talking about the leaves shape. The one you’re reading about now has longer and thinner leaves compared to the other one, with a more yellowish tint.”, they explained still observing the book, their voice unchanged. Sebastian approached them, their faces inches apart, to jointly search the book with his unseen eyes and their voice stuttered. “Th-the colour is-is important in differentiating them as-as this one can be poisonous if ingested when orange.” Hm, Ominis did have an effect on them, he thought. Sebastian nodded as they finished explaining and leaned back, satisfied. He felt MC also lean away and he reached out, his hand resting atop their knee, and squeezed.

“Thank you, MC.”

They stuttered again; their breath caught in their throat. “Mhm, s-sure.” He smiled at them, retracting his hand. He noticed the way they reacted to Ominis’s touch and wondered how little he had done. Perhaps he could provoke them in just the right way so they would crumble under his touch, something Sebastian was actually quite good at. He adjusted his sitting so their hips touched once more and turned his attention onto the book. He noticed MC hold their breath at his new position, slowly exhaling shakily when he didn’t give any sign of removing his contact. He contained a smirk.

The game had turned. MC was no longer touching him sneakily. This time Sebastian was the one doing the moves. Elbows brushing past, feet nudging, long sighs when their knees would separate. And to every touch there was a reaction. MC would gasp, hold their breath, they even dropped the quill they were using to write their essay. He could only imagine what MC actually looked like. If he could see, however, he’d notice their bright red complexion, the whiteness of their knuckles holding their quill at an almost superhuman strength, their clenched jaw, and their incessant lip biting.

That game was delightful for Sebastian, he almost forgot he was wearing Ominis’ face. Almost forgot he only got these reactions from MC because he was polyjuiced. But no matter, he was having fun. Then, in an attempt to make things more interesting, he grabbed and squeezed their knee once again, leaning in towards the general direction of their face and asking in an airy tone “Could you be so kind as to pass me the fudge…”. But he couldn’t finish the question as rather than crumble MC with his provocation, he made them pounce.

MC closed the distance between Ominis’ mouth and theirs in a second. The kiss was chaste at first, their soft lips touching Sebastian’s with a slightly forceful amount of pressure. He might’ve pushed them a bit far. Then their hand moved to cup his face, their thumb sliding across his cheek in a gentle caress and the kiss softened. Sebastian felt MC lean in towards him, melting into the kiss. Their lips tasted like fudge, soft and plump. There was also a slight taste of blood. Yes, they had been biting their lips just as he imagined, in that way he’d seen many times before. He got lost for a moment, his lips parting, trying to deepen the kiss. Then MC was far away from him. The kiss had ended just as swiftly as it began. They gasped, panicked and Sebastian could only blink quickly in response, frozen in his spot. Then, MC started rambling.

“I-I’ve always wanted to do this, Ominis. I can’t believe I’ve done this!”, they half mumbled, then continued painedly trying to explain themselves. “Somewhere along the way of our friendship, I started to feel more. Those days comforting each other in the Undercroft after Sebastian introduced it to me. Sharing our insecurities, our pasts, our concerns about him… They’ve only brought us closer and made me question whether the trust I had in you was that of a friend or something more. And – and I think it’s more. I keep wondering when our embraces will turn into kisses and I’m sorry if I crossed a line, but…”

“No, MC, you have not. I feel the same way. I always have.” Sebastian wondered if that was him acting or not, his chest aching.

“Really?”

“Yes. You need not feel ashamed. Those moments we shared meant the world to me as well.”, he knew that was probably true for Ominis. And understood where all his trust in MC came from. He tried hard not to roll his eyes and stay in character. But a strong upsetting feeling came rushing through him.

The realization that the two friends had been meeting from an early stage to talk about him. Perhaps their betrayal was set in stone much earlier than he expected. Perhaps he shouldn’t even have allowed them to talk that time in the Undercroft after his uncle’s death. He shouldn’t have trusted them. They clearly didn’t seem to have trusted him. Not before, not during their decision. He held them in such a precious spot in his heart and there they were, scheming together amongst stollen touches. Planning a future together, without him.

Sebastian got up from the sofa, slightly dizzy, and turned to MC with a fake smile. “We should talk about this another time, I… I am so happy, you surprised me incredibly that I need to think.”, MC was a blushing mess. They giggled and Sebastian chuckled in return. His ears started ringing. He didn’t care if it sounded fake. He’d deal with the aftermath another time if MC didn’t believe him. He passed them and left the Undercroft, walking furiously straight towards the room of requirement. MC watched him leave with a stupid smile on their face but couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

—

“Ominis.”, Sebastian didn’t waste time, calling out to his former friend as soon as he stepped into the tiny room and closed the door. Ominis laid in the small bed, belly upwards, staring at the ceiling without seeing. He smirked sneeringly.

“I can hear the anger. I suppose MC did not give you what you wanted?”, he felt slightly proud. Sebastian forced a laugh, so loud that startled Ominis. He sat quickly in the bed, facing Sebastian. What could he have possibly achieved? Had he hurt them?

“Wrong.”, Sebastian calmed down. “They told me some things, you see, that might have opened my eyes a little further. Such as how you little traitors were sneaking around, for example.”, Ominis frowned not sure what he meant, Sebastian scoffed. “Your little dates on the Undercroft.”, this time Ominis scoffed.

“They weren’t dates. We were just… talking. Comforting each other.”, Sebastian scoffed again and Ominis felt anger rising in the back of his throat. “Not that you would understand, running around more concerned about learning the dark arts.”

“If they weren’t dates…”, Sebastian started and Ominis’s body tensed up. “why would they so eagerly not only flirt with me, but kiss me?”

“You’re lying.”, Ominis did not hesitate.

“They even confessed their love for me. Or rather, for you.”, Sebastian continued ignoring the other. “Quite upsetting that, you know, it wasn’t you listening.”, he chuckled.

“You’re lying!”, Ominis repeated getting riled up. He stood up and raised his voice, Sebastian faced his direction, feeling his hostility.

“Then, how do I know their lips were soft and plump. We were eating some fudge, chocolate you know, so they tasted as such. But, well, I was provoking them for a large part of the afternoon, you see, so they had been biting their lips. Their kiss tasted of chocolate and a bitterness of blood. And the way they cupped my face with their hand…”, Sebastian didn’t finish speaking in that smug, hushed tone.

Ominis crossed the room and reached out for him. He tried to grab onto his robes, but Sebastian was stronger, he had had enough meals and seen the sun more often, as well as had a wand. He felt Ominis approaching and pushed him away. He staggered backwards and Sebastian grabbed him by his thin white shirt, aiming his wand – Ominis’s wand – to his neck. None of them could see the hostility in each other’s faces, but both exuded anger and violence. Nonetheless Sebastian had the upper hand. He waited for Ominis’s response, knowing he still had fight in him. Ominis waited as well, secretly hoping the cruelty had finished. He was bitterly wrong. Sebastian chuckled and shoved Ominis backwards. He fell siting on the bed.

“Pathetic. You know I have your wand.”, he scolded.

“I don’t care! You’re going to hurt them, pretending to be me and…” , he huffed. “You know If you as so lay a finger on them, I will not hold back on you.”, he threatened. Ominis knew that no matter how weak he might have become, his will had to remain strong. Sebastian absorbed his words and frowned.

“Where is Anne?”

Ominis scoffed. Sebastian rolled his eyes and smirked.

“Maybe I’ll ask MC.” and left.

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SNAKE DEN

Ominis x Slytherin!Female MC (Iracebeth)

All fluff.

Iracebeth gets the idea of making Ominis feel better after their trip to scriptorium by asking him to help her with an unsal request, but one she was positive would cheer him up.

The days after the trio's scriptorium venture, Ominis seemed on edge. Rarely seen in his usual spot or beside Sebastian.

The young boy only attended his classes and would disappear after they ended for the day. Iracebeth knew that after sebastian casting that cruccio curse on her, things weren't the same. It was like opening an old wound.

The girl didn't know the story behind Ominis and his family in detail, but she knew enough from the look on his face when she saw it.

Trauma.

She witnessed the boy haunch over, covering his ears, tears prickling his eyes.

They had gone too far. Except Sebastian was willing to go further. And while she understood Sebastian intentions for curing his sister, she couldnt help but feel immense guilt for dragging him along. And truly in the end he was right, the cruciatus curse was a horrifying spell that would render you a different person if you survived it and was sane enough to live with it.

Iracebeth could still feel the phantom pain every night she went to bed with no more day dreams to conjure that distracted her from feeling.

Her skin would feel hot, every nerve on fire, as if she was burning right through her flesh. Ominis had mentioned being on the receiving end of that vile and curse, and she couldn't have imagined what he went through if this single curse had left her this state.

He was different from the other boys. And he deserved every good that came to him. Iracbeth made no mistake when it came to their relationship, he was wary of her at first, but she could see how much he cared about sebastian, about his sister Anne, and firends like that desnt come into your life so often. And while they weren't the best of firends yet she wanted - no needed to do something for him. He deserved it after what he went through in that scriptorium.

Icrabeth wasnt sure why she cared this much. Sebastian was practically his bother from another mother and yet he didnt stick around much to console Ominis. She suppose it fell on her shoulders. At least thats what she chalked it up to anyway for now.

So she was going to make up for it to Ominis, and she knew the perfect way how.

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"Ominis".

The boy turned around in his chair in herbology class, recognizing the voice before giving a small smile in her direction.

"Hello, Iracebeth."

The girl smiled before sitting next him in her chair.

"It's..been a while since I last saw you." The girl tried to be careful with her words, as she was not sure how to bring up his obvious absence without being awkward or pushy.

Ominis focused his attention back on his plant before replying, "Yes, I was busy with my classes"

His short and sweet answer was all the girl needed to hear before nodding her head as if he could see her.

"I see".

The silence in the air was suffocating. Iracebeth squirmed in her chair, busying her hands with her plant and contemplating abandoning this mission altogether.

It didnt help that she was a bit shy in general and hated making people feel awkward.

"So"

Her head perked up in his direction.

"How do you feel"?

She blinked once, and then twice before she relaized he was talking about the curse she took.

Since he knew what it felt like there wasnt any need to pretend she was okay, he would catch her lying in a heartbeat.

She cleared her throat, "Well..I would be lying if I said I feel okay.."

She watched the boy nod his head, now listening attentively to her words.

"But..we did what we had to do I guess"

Ominis frowned at her answer and looked away, focusing back on his plant.

The girl licked her lips and writhed in her seat nervously before facing Ominis.

"I am sorry Ominis"

The boy looked over to the girl in confusion for her sudden apology obviously not expecting it.

"I am sorry you had to be dragged along to the scriptorium. It wasnt fair to you, and I know you did it for Sebastian because he is your firend but it still wasnt right to put you through that despite you telling us clearly how wrong this all was and how you felt about it. I am sorry about aunt too. I know what its like to lose someone you close to you and..while I am glad you got closure I am still sorry you had to face that truth in what I imagine is probably the worst way possible, nobody deserves to experience that"

Ominis listened to apology attentively, focusing on every word in shock. Why was she apologizing when she was the one that had to go through the curse, when she was the one who also had to witness the gruesome scene of his aunts death?

Even more surprising was how genuine the girl sounded and how heartfelt her apology was, just litening to her words he could feel she truly had thought about this and was just dying to get it off her chest as if she owed him anything.

He felt...touched.

To be honest, Ominis was wary of the girl, going off Castle Grounds all the time doing goodness knows what and always accompanying sebastian on his unsavory missions to search cures for Anne.

At first he thought she was just doing so because she liked sebastian. Most of the girls in school do, hes popular, charming and not a bad student either.

But hearing her apology made his head spin, every thought of her, every impression now dramatically changing the more he got to know her. Not to mention the fact that Ominis was a legilemmen. He could sense the sincereity that further proved the authenticity of her thoughtful words.

Ominis gave a soft smile towards the girl and shook his head. "No, you should not have to apologize for anything. Its sebastian who dragged us both into this mess"

The boy sighed before shaking his head "The cruciatus curse is the worst of all unforgivables. Its not numbing like the imperio, nor quick and fast like the killing curse. Its a curse that brings out the worst thing every living creature in this planet fears, the most raw of all feelings which is pain".

Iracebeth focused on his words quietly.

"And when your faced with such agonizing pain, there is nothing else to focus on. Its jsut pure hell and no escpaing it until whoever casts that spell feels merciful enough to give a break however short it is. Its inhumane".

"I am sorry Ominis" Iracebeth wanted to apologize over and over, she didnt know for what. But the mere knowledge he has on this topic said a lot about his experience. And it wasnt by any means pleasant.

" No, I am sorry you had to go through with it. It must have been extremely unpleasant. As for Sebastian, the only reason I am going along with is to stop him from doing anything stupid and for Anne. I still went into that sciptorium on my own accord, so there's no need to feel sorry Icrabeth. Thank you for your words, I appreciate it, truly"

The girl beamed at his words, her heart beating erractically at his accptance of her apology.

"Very well then, I am glad" she replied softly and went back to plotting her plant with the biggest smile on her face.

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Herbology class was dismissed and everyone started pack their things and leave.

Icrabeth figured now was her time to ask Ominis before any other distractions took place.

"Ominis, before you leave I was hoping to ask you something"

The young boy stopped what he was doing and gazed at hwr direction.

"What is it"?

"Well, I know now that you can speak Parseltongue and was wondering if you could help me with something" Iracebeth asked nervously.

Ominis furrowed his brows at the mention of his rare ability.

"So you see... theres there little den of snakes at the edge of the forbidden forest, and recently the poachers have been very agressive in capturing them since they are in such an easy place to spot. Since you can speak snake I was hoping you could communicate them to them about the poachers and hopefully wr remove them to another home"

Ominis looked at the girl with wide eyes expecting anything except that request. "You want ME, to go with you to the forbidden forest to speak parseltongue to snakes and convince them to move out of their homes"

Iracebth giggled at his tone "Well anything sounds crazy when you say it like that but...yes. Also correction the den is actually on the edge of the forest, not IN the forest. So we won't be making any trips into the forest"

Ominis stayed silent as if still trying to comprehend what she was asking.

"But..that's still too dangerous. There could poachers near the area and-"

"Andddd I am sure those poachers will be no match for us. Come one Ominis, please. Those poor snakes are getting snatched constantly and used for horrible things. I know..snakes look scary but they terribly misunderstood creatures"

Something suddenly tugged at Ominis's heart upon hearing that statement. Hes not met someone yet who understood understood the mistreatment snakes get sometimes let alone protect them from poachers. Besides being afraid nobody would really care or have the heart to.

"You truly want to help those snakes"? Ominis found himself asking.

Iracebeth nodded " I do. I had no idea how at first, but since you speak parseltongue, I thought this is the perfect opportunity"

Ominis couldn't help but sigh before smiling at the girl intentions. "Very well, but under one condition, if anything happens that puts us potentially in danger, we will leave immediately"

The girl nodded her head "Very well, come on we should head out now before it gets dark"!

Iracebeth instinctively grabbed Ominis arms and began to run towards the north exit dragging Ominis with her.

If it was anyone else Ominis would probably give them a piece of his mind about grabbing him like that, but all he could do now was focus on the warmth of her hold, gentle but firm, and try to ignore the blush creeping up on his face.

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The two students soon arrived at the den. There were multiple holes besides the big roots of the trees and sounds of faint hisses filled their ears.

Iracebth panted looking around "Okay, we arrived before paochers did"

Ominis nodded panting as well from the jog they did all the way from hogwarts.

"The fog from the forest is rolling in and is going to soon approach these dens, but since they are at the edge of the forest, the fog never does well to cover their homes making them easily visible any who wishes to do them harm" Iracebeth explained.

Ominis nodded a bit impressed at her acute observation.

"We are going to have to convince the snakes to move further into the forest west of here. Its not that far, and there is a place thats perfect for them, theres plenty of space, resources, and its hidden, " Iracebeth smiled, giving Ominis hand a gentle squeeze.

Ominis realized they were still holding hands and tensed at her little gesture. It seemed she was oblivious and too focused at the task at hand to notice her thumb rubbing little circles on his hand.

He bit his lips to contain his smile and breathed a small laugh.

" Alright, tell me where the dens are"

Iracabeth frowned before looking upon the dens, realizing the snakes would not be firendly to outsiders.

"Well, before we do that, how exactly do you think we should approach-"

"Leave that to me, just take me close enough where my voice can be heard, and stay close to me. Dont make any suddent movements, " he warned.

Ominis confidence gave the girl assurance as she led him near the dens and crouched down to face them, giving Ominis the cue to crouch down at well.

Ominis exhaled deeply before opening his mouth, and all she heard was the echo of his hiss, entranced by the way his lips moved and prounced the difficult language that she could not comprehend by any means.

Soon, she noticed little black snakes poke their head out of their dens before hissing at them.

She tensed, scooching closer to Ominis, who squeezed her hand in instinctively.

Ominis spoke a little more of pareseltongue before he looked to the Iracebeth.

He smiled "They are ready to move, they say they know the place you speak of and will head there right now"

Iracebeth gasped in delight before hurridly wrapping her arms around his neck and suddenly knocking him to the ground.

Ominis taken a back quickly wrapped his around her waist in order to stop her fall.

It seems today she just couldn't stop surprising him.

Iracebeth quickly realized what she had done and jolted back.

"Oh sorry! I just- I got a little too excited" she smiled sheepishly at him.

Ominis laughed before shaking his head "Its alright. I am just glad they decided to move. " His free hand reached up to find her face before tugging a stray hair behind her ears. "And it's all thanks to you, little dove."

He spoke the last two words in parseltongue and sensed the girls confusion when he felt her head tilt a little. Ominis smirked, a little grateful she didn't know pareseltongue. It just gave him the excuse to call her that name without her knowing about it.

Blushing madly, Iracebeth noticed their proximity. The warmth of his hand on her waist seeped through her uniform vest. His fingers were featherlight on her cheeks.

She licked her lips, secretly grateful he couldn't see her face right now.

Ominis wasnt oblivious. He knew what he was doing, but he couldnt help it. Why was she so endearing to him right now.

Perhaps it was her kindness with the snakes, or her concerns about his well-being after taking a curse, or the way she felt warm against his hands.

It was baffling since the last thing he expected was anything that has been happening today.

Before he knew his hand reached out, he touched her face. Iracebeth looked to him in anticipation, slightly trembling under his touch.

" I know this is sudden, but if you will allow it, could I touch your face? I usually do so to people to get a feel for how they look. You can deny if you want to, though. I dont want to make you uncomfortable" Ominis figured after all this time he never got the chance to feel for how she looked. Not that there were many instances where he felt the need to, but after today, he definitely had to.

Iracebeth smiled at his request. "I dont mind, just dont be disappointed". The girl jests but she was now faced with the insequerity that he might not find her features attractive.

After all this was the first boy she had ever been this close with. And while his request completely normal given his circumstance, she couldnt help but feel the intimacy of it.

Instead of replying to Iraceth, Ominis opted to frown instead at her comment and reached out to trace his hands against her skin, feeling a small mole on the left side of her chin, instantly making him smile. His thump traced over her soft lips, not missingthe little gasp Iracebeth gave.

His other hand gently traced over her eyes feeling her long, straight lashes.

Iracebeth tried not to shiver under his touches. This felt completely new to her, so she just stayed deathly still.

Ominis loved the feel of her skin, it was a little cold from the chilly air, smooth and felt perfect for a kiss-

His thoughts halted when he realized what he was thinking. He should withdraw his hand by now, but somehow kept them longer than necessary.

"Beautiful" he whispered.

Iracebeth, who up until now has been closing her eyes, snapped them open at the comment, which she didnt fail to hear and Ominis must have sensed it too.

Quickly withdrawing his hand he got up and began to draw his wand out.

He offered her hand to the girl still on the ground with a small smile when she immediately took it.

"Is it almost night now" He asked.

"No, we still have a two hours before dusk falls".

"Good, what say instead of running back to the castle this time you and I take a nice stroll back, its a lovely day"

Icrabeth hummed "I say thats a brillant idea"

Still hand in hand, the pair began to walk down the hill back to the castle.

"So...whats your favorite shop at hogsmede"?

Ominis laughed at the sudden question "Pft what"?

For some reason, the shyness the girl got earlier with him was gone. Right now, she was focused on the nice stroll and talking to the boy whom she found intriguing since her first day in hogwarts.

"I for one absolutely adore Honeydukes. Their toffee fudge was the candy I ate at my first day here and I. Was. Floored! I mean how could anything taste that decadent...."

Ircabeth kept rambling about toffee fudge while Ominis smile turned to a grin as he looked at her in adoration.

His trip to the scriptorium was completely forgotten at this point. All he could focus on was the beautiful voice of this girl who managed to single handedly make him feel peace and relaxation. Something he hasnt felt in a long time since Anne left and sebastian drifting away.

If he could bottle this moment up and keep it with him for the rest of his life, he would in a heartbeat. For now, he was just savoring every moment as two walked off in the sunset back to the castle.

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Random Drabble: Humans sleeping

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Welcome! To this adventure! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Silly little short drabble I made. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡

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I'm sure someone has talked about it before, but can you imagine if angels and demons didn't have to sleep? Like the bedrooms are just for their privacy and to them beds are just for relaxation. Obviously Belphie still sleeps, he's the Avatar of Sloth, but the rest of the characters don't, like they could sit there and force themselves to sleep but it's not actually a necessary thing for them. So imagine when Mc first meets them all, the characters probably don't even think that Mc needs proper sleep. Like yeah they know humans, Solomon himself is a human, but Solomon could use magic to avoid the problems that lack of sleep can cause, he probably forgot that regular humans need sleep. The rest of the characters are probably more focused on making sure no lower rank demons eat Mc as a snack, not thinking that the lack of sleep could be what takes Mc out.

Imagine when Mc first drops into the Devildom, they get caught up in the brothers chaos and end up not sleeping for a bit. This causes Mc to eventually pass out from exhaustion, which would cause the brothers to lose their marbles. (I might write this scenario some day) this situation would lead to the brothers having situations where they just stop everything and be like "hold on my human needs their nap." The characters treating Mc like a pet will never not be funny to me. By nap they mean however long Mc sleeps for, but to them it's sort of like a nap because they never sleep. Unless it's Belphie. Obviously the character will go off and do their own thing while Mc sleeps, unless Mc wants the character standing on their headboard staring over them while they sleep.

Since lack of sleep doesn't really affect the characters in this headcanon, anyone besides Belphie and I guess Solomon getting grumpy from tiredness doesn't make sense. So I imagine the characters find Mc getting grumpy due to tiredness, confusing. I like to think that if this headcanon was true that the characters would hit Mc with the "have you slept yet?" Or "I think it's time you get some sleep Mc" anytime Mc gets grumpy or sassy. The character could have just done something to make Mc grumpy, and I'm fully convinced that the character would truly believe Mc is grumpy because they need sleep. Some characters would be bad about it, like the slightest change in Mc's attitude and they're trying to push Mc off to bed.

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Thats all for now babes! Hope you enjoyed!! ♡ This is not proofread. Feel free to comment or reblog any thoughts or any add ons you have! Short silly little post because I've been busy, sorry, hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. More content is coming soon, so Stay Tuned. Stay Safe. & Stay Spooky. ♡

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Wilfred Owen: the man not the memorial

All a poet can do today is warn.

- 2nd Lieutenant Wilfred Edward Salter Owen MC (1893-1918)

The body of Wilfred Owen’s work is generally regarded as a memorial to the atrocities of war. Often heralded as one of the finest poets of the First World War, Wilfred Owen has become a symbol to many of 1914-1918 encapsulating a sense of futility (the title one of his more famous poems), anger, and despair at the suffering endured by the soldiers during the Great War, or indeed any war before and after.

Poems like ‘Anthem for Doomed Youth’ convey the intense futility of it all, for “what passing-bells for these who die as cattle?”, whilst he evokes the disturbing psychological impact of the fighting in works like ‘Mental Cases’ where “these are the men whose minds the Dead have ravaged”. The canonisation of such works has preserved Owen as a symbol of the First World War and a reminder of its horrors.

This is not without challenge of course. Owen’s was only one voice representing one point of view and cannot be seen to capture the myriad of views and feelings of all the combatants and his generation, but at the same time that is not sufficient reason to dismiss his work as irrelevant to the study of the War.

More interesting to me is the feeling that Owen’s poetic legacy has put aside the man that was Wilfred Owen. Every schoolchild knows at least one of his poems but know very litte of his life as a man and as a soldier. It is easy to forget that he too was a flesh and blood man fighting in the trenches, with his own hopes and fears, uncertainties and complexities.

Born in 1893, Owen was teaching English to children near Bordeaux, France, when war broke out in the summer of 1914. The following year, he returned to England and enlisted in the war effort. On 21 October 1915, he enlisted in the Artists Rifles Officers' Training Corps. For the next seven months, he trained at Hare Hall Camp in Essex. On 4 June 1916 he was commissioned as a second lieutenant (on probation) in The Manchester Regiment. By January 1916 he was on the front lines in France. As he wrote in 1918, his motives for enlisting were twofold, and included his desire to write of the experience of war: “I came out in order to help these boys - directly by leading them as well as an officer can; indirectly, by watching their sufferings that I may speak of them as well as a pleader can.”

On April 1, 1917, near the town of St. Quentin, Owen led his platoon through an artillery barrage to the German trenches, only to discover when they arrived that the enemy had already withdrawn. Severely shaken and disoriented by the bombardment, Owen barely avoided being hit by an exploding shell, and returned to his base camp confused and stammering.

A doctor diagnosed shell-shock, a new term used to describe the physical and/or psychological damage suffered by soldiers in combat. Though his commanding officer was skeptical, Owen was sent to a French hospital and subsequently returned to Britain, where he was checked into the Craiglockhart War Hospital for Neurasthenic Officers in Scotland in 1917. There he was officially diagnosed as suffering from neurasthenia (‘shell-shock’). 

It was there he famously met Siegfried Sassoon and his poetry took on a new direction and life. Owen spent the first part of 1918 in England training and recuperating. He did a short spell working as a teacher in nearby Tynecastle High School, he returned to light regimental duties. In March 1918, he was posted to the Northern Command Depot at Ripon. A number of poems were composed in Ripon, including "Futility" and "Strange Meeting". His 25th birthday was spent quietly in Ripon Cathedral.

In recent years much work has been done to restore Owen’s humanity, most notably Dominic Hibberd’s 2002 work Wilfred Owen: A New Biography, which, whilst clearing up other details of Owen’s life, confirms that he was gay. On one level that shouldn’t matter. But interestingly facts like this could cast some of his poetry in a new light, with particular regard to the vivid and sometimes shocking sensuality and even excitement that is undoubtedly present in poems like ‘The Sentry’, where “thud! flump! thud! down the steep steps came thumping/ And splashing in the flood, deluging muck”. An idea of the attractiveness and lure of war could possibly develop from this interpretation, particularly as Owen, like his friend Siegfried Sassoon, returned to the front line after absence.

Indeed whilst Owen's work rises above that of many contemporary poets, the circumstances surrounding his death at such a young age (25), and the news of his death, has added to the powerful emotions that surround Owen. Rejecting offers by his friends to pull strings and arrange for him to sit out the rest of the war Owen chose to return to the front to help the men he felt he had left behind. Owen’s battalion was part of the spearhead used to break the final German defensive line after a series of Allied advances following success at Amiens in August 1918. On 1 October 1918, Owen led units of the Second Manchester's to storm a number of enemy strong points near the village of Joncourt. For his courage and leadership in this action, he was awarded the Military Cross.

Owen was killed in action on 4 November 1918 during the crossing of the Sambre–Oise Canal, exactly one week (almost to the hour) before the signing of the Armistice which ended the war, and was promoted to the rank of Lieutenant the day after his death. A key problem was to overcome the Sambre canal defences and gain the Eastern bank, and on 4th November at 5.45am Owen was involved in the attempt to cross. The exact details of that morning are hazy, and all that is known is that Owen was seen leading and encouraging his men in the early part of the struggle, but was killed, possibly as he crossed the water on a raft, sometime between 6 and 8.00am. Famously the telegram notifying his family of his death arrived mid-day on November 11th as the celebrations around the Armistice rang out.

These are facts known to all of us. But what I found really eye opening was going to the place where he spent his last night before his death. It puts a different perspective on Wilfred Owen, not the poet, but the man and the officer who cared deeply for his men under his command.

Owen and his platoon had spent the previous night in the cellar of a Forester’s House in the wood outside Ors. Ors is mere two hours’ drive from Calais in the Nord-Pas de Calais region. It’s a small village and if you walk across the canal you can church bells tolling. To right and left the countryside resembles a French Impressionist painting. The waterway is lined with tall, leafy Poplar trees; there are meadows full of cattle, the hills beyond roll into the distance - an idyllic scene, glowing in the spring sunlight. It’s hard to conceive of the ghastly sights, sounds and smells that once shattered this tranquil landscape.

When I was driving with friends around there we visited key sites that marked the First World War. When we got to Ors we came across Forester’s House, now a memorial to Wilfred Owen. We were told by that by some villagers that a great number of British visitors came looking for Owen’s grave and the exact spot where he had been killed, and asking to visit the cellar of the Forester’s house. And so a grassroots campaign amongst locals began to raise funds to commemorate Wilfred Owen properly. British artist Simon Patterson along with French architect Jean-Christophe Denise took seven years to design a suitable memorial - by re-designing the building into a place for reflection and meditation - which eventually opened in 2011.

The tiny cellar remains bare and untouched, but the 18th century house above has been transformed into a 21st century sculptural object, its entire brick facade painted stark white to resemble bleached bone, the original roof encased and glazed to form a face-down open book. The gutted interior is now a sanctuary, lined by translucent glass panels, each etched with fragments of original text from Wilfred Owen’s best-known and much-loved works, complete with his corrections, scribbles and crossings-out. The drafts bear testament to the poet’s struggle with the barbaric absurdity of war: “My subject is War, and the pity of War.” Included are lines from Dulce et Decorum Est, Anthem for Doomed Youth, The Dead Beat, Strange Meeting, and Spring Offensive; each poem backlit by waves of coloured lights activated by the recorded voice of actor Kenneth Branagh playing inside the room. Branagh’s stirring readings pitch the poems across the open space. They rise and fall from the walls and reverberate around the roof lights, before flowing out into the l’Évêque forest beyond.

It’s an impressive memorial and a powerful place, made all the more effective by being so simple. Unlike other war museums, there are no artefacts, no tanks, no weapons or uniforms. It was created as: “a quiet place that is suitable for reflection and the contemplation of poetry,” gently glorifying the art that has come out of the chaos and tragedy of war.

It’s all the more remarkable that the local French took the initiative because Owen was pretty much unknown in France - but today his poetry has been translated into French for schoolchildren to learn and reflect upon the pity of war.

We visited the cellar and I tried to imagine what Owen’s last night was like. I could empathise from my own experience of the battlefield out in Afghanistan waiting to leave on a night time or day time mission in my helicopter. As any soldier will tell you,  everyone has their own coping mechanism to deal with the pre-mission nerves and unspoken anxieties. Some hide it better than others. I tried to imagine Wilfred Owen’s state of mind.

Thankfully we can have a good idea because he wrote a letter. Billeted in the cramped, smoke-filled cellar of a forester’s house in woods near Ors in late October 1918, Owen took time to write to his mother. His mother was to receive his letter on 11 November, 1918, the day the Armistice was declared, along with a telegram informing Susan and Tom Owen that their beloved son had died in action seven days earlier. The words of that last letter home are carved now into the stone wall of a curved walkway that leads to the brick-lined cellar of the forester’s house.

Entering the cellar, you are struck by how crowded it must have been that night when 29 soldiers were holed up here, smoking like chimneys.  As you begin to absorb the surrounding a recording begins of Kenneth Branagh reading Owen’s last letter to his mother.  It is observant, amusing - and deeply moving. Owen’s letter was designed to reassure his mother, saying nothing about the impending attack, but instead poking fun at his comrades that he cared deeply about.

To Susan Owen
Thurs. 31 October [1918] 6:15 p.m. [2nd Manchester Regt.]

Dearest Mother,

I will call the place from which I’m now writing ‘The Smoky Cellar of the Forester’s House’. I write on the first sheet of the writing pad which came in the parcel yesterday. Luckily the parcel was small, as it reached me just before we moved off to the line. Thus only the paraffin was unwelcome in my pack.  My servant & I ate the chocolate in the cold middle of last night, crouched under a draughty Tamboo, roofed with planks. I husband the Malted Milk for tonight,  & tomorrow night. The handkerchief & socks are most opportune, as the ground is marshy, & I have a slight cold!

So thick is the smoke in this cellar that I can hardly see by a candle 12 ins. away, and so thick are the inmates that I can hardly write for pokes, nudges & jolts. On my left the Company Commander snores on a bench: other officers repose on wire beds behind me.  At my right hand, Kellett, a delightful servant of A Company in The Old Days radiates joy & contentment from pink cheeks and baby eyes. He laughs with a signaller, to whose left ear is glued the Receiver; but whose eyes rolling with gaiety show that he is listening with his right ear to a merry corporal, who appears at this distance away (some three feet) nothing [but] a gleam of white teeth & a wheeze of jokes.

Splashing my hand, an old soldier with a walrus moustache peels & drops potatoes into the pot. By him, Keyes, my cook, chops wood; another feeds the smoke with the damp wood.

It is a great life. I am more oblivious than alas! yourself, dear Mother, of the ghastly glimmering of the guns outside, & the hollow crashing of the shells. There is no danger down here, or if any, it will be well over before you read these lines.

I hope you are as warm as I am; as serene in your room as I am here; and that you think of me never in bed as resignedly as I think of you always in bed. Of this I am certain you could not be visited by a band of friends half so fine as surround me here.

Ever Wilfred x

At dawn on 4th November 1918, the bodies of hundreds of soldiers littered these fields. Bludgeoned, blinded, blown to smithereens, their hopes and dreams ended in the first minutes of brutal engagement as they floundered through a blasted land, thick with mud, blood and the gory detritus of war. They lost their lives horribly in a futile attempt to claim a few extra inches on the map of Europe at a time when both sides knew the First World War was over, and to carry on fighting was a cynical, cruel waste of time and the lives of men wanting to go home alive to their loved ones.

After the action, shocked survivors found a pair of standing bodies - an English Tommy and a German Fritz - welded face-to-face in death by the impact of their bayonet charge. On that day, England lost more than its fair share of brave men. In their midst lay a poetic genius whose compassionate and skilful writing still stirs the souls and breaks the hearts of millions of readers almost a hundred years after his death. After all these years, Wilfred Owen’s bleak words: “I am the enemy you killed, my friend,” continue to carry across borders and speak to nations about the foolishness of war - its horror, grief and waste - and the terrible impact warfare still has on the world today. Second Lieutenant Wilfred Edward Salter Owen MC now lies alongside 30 of his fellow soldiers buried beneath pristine rows of crisp white headstones inside the compact War Graves Commission Cemetery at Ors.

Any doubts of Wilfred Owen’s incredible bravery arising from his mental breakdown in 1917 can be quickly dispelled by his decision to go back to France. It is this little detail that is so often overlooked that truly lends pathos to the war poetry of Wilfred Owen. This is central to Owen’s complex identity that is lost by the reductive perspective of him as this mythic anti-war herald, and not as a man of immense sacrificial courage and an unspoken sense of personal duty to others.

Owen is not the only poet of the war era to suffer this arguable ‘dehumanisation’. Of course it is important to recognise what these figures reveal about war and its impact, but we must not lose sight of the men behind the symbols and thereby rob them of their humanity and thus their very human sacrifice. When we remember those who have lost their lives, our thoughts must be of the men, not just the memorials.

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Hi there! Can I request the brothers react to MC who has a prosthesis arm (because of an accident or smth). I headcanon that demons and angels can regenerate their body parts, so it's a first for them to see a prosthesis arm

If you could write this of course! and thank you <3

Hi, anon!

Okay, I know very little about what it's like to have a prosthetic arm, but I did my best with this request! I have to admit I was imagining little starfish style demons growing back missing limbs lol. At the very least, I would think they could employ magic of some kind, but regeneration is also an interesting concept.

Thanks for the request!

the brothers react to GN!MC with a prosthetic arm

Warnings: discussion of a missing limb, but nothing graphic

Lucifer

He likely notices your prosthesis right away. He doesn't necessarily understand what it is, but he can tell there's something different about your arm. He won't question you about it until later, though.

He's secretly impressed that humans came up with something so innovative to make up for the fact that they can't regenerate body parts. Lucifer probably won't say that to you, though.

He wants to know how it works. Explain everything about it to him, MC. He will listen to you describing how your prosthetic arm helps or hinders you. Then he'll implement things that he thinks will make things just a little bit easier for you while you're in the Devildom.

He might ask you how it happened. If you were in an accident or if you were simply born without that arm. He'll only ask when he feels he can, since he doesn't want to put you on the spot or anything.

Mammon

He doesn't notice it right away. If you wear a glove over the hand or always have long sleeves, he's definitely not going to notice it. He'll figure it out on his own eventually, but you might point it out yourself before that happens.

Woah, hey, MC, what happened to your arm? Doesn't realize it's always been that way. Asks you why you don't just grow a new one.

Once you've explained to him that you are a human and actually can't grow a new one, he's totally fascinated by your arm. Thinks it's pretty neat that you've got something like that to help you.

If you're self conscious about it, Mammon will deliberately buy you things like pretty bracelets to wear on it or extra fancy gloves. He thinks it's cool and nobody else better say anything about it.

Leviathan

MC. Your arm. Are you… a cyborg?! You are going to have to talk him out of his delusions. It's okay, he'll listen to you when you explain that you are not in fact a cyborg. This is both a disappointment and a relief for him.

Okay, but you could so easily cosplay as a cyborg! He is absolutely ready to redecorate your arm so it looks like it belongs to a robot. And if you'd rather he didn't, he'll find other ways to showcase your prosthesis through cosplay outfits.

Levi will ask you what happened and why you can't just grow your arm back. He's a little baffled at the revelation that humans don't have this ability.

If you lost your arm in an accident, he's going to be hyper aware of the fact that you could easily get hurt again. Humans are fragile and he's not about to let anything else happen to you. Might get a little overprotective, constantly trying to convince you to just stay with him in his room.

Satan

He notices right away, but he doesn't say anything until he feels like it won't be rude. When you tell him that you can't grow your arm back, he doesn't act surprised or confused. He nods because this makes sense. You're a human, after all.

He wants to know about it, though. How does it work? How much control do you have over it? What does it feel like? He's asking all the questions, but he wants you to only answer if you're comfortable doing so.

Does some research into the types of spells that might make your arm more useful. Only uses them if you agree, but he's really interested to see how magic can make it even better.

If you're self conscious about it, he is ready to reassure you. He thinks your arm is amazing, MC. You don't need to hide it.

Asmodeus

He doesn't notice at first, especially if you mostly cover it with clothing. When he figures it out, he watches you for a bit before asking you about it. He can tell right away if you're self conscious about it or if it brings you some painful memories. He does ask you, but keeps these things in mind when he does.

MC, darling, of course you have to let him bedazzle your prosthetic arm. Trust him, it will look fabulous. He'll want to decorate it in some way and if you let him, it really will turn out looking great.

Similarly, he designs all kinds of clothes for you that accommodate your arm. Whether you want to hide it or show it off, he's got ideas. You've always got something new in your closet from him.

Asmo doesn't want you to feel like you're somehow less due to the loss of your arm. He's really good at making you feel like you're still complete even without it.

Beelzebub

It takes him a little bit of time to notice, but once he does, he's constantly worrying about it. He doesn't really understand what you can and can't do, so he wants to help you as much as possible. He'll just do anything that he thinks might be more difficult for you because of your arm.

Eventually he does think to ask why you can't just grow it back. He has likely lost a few limbs himself, but they just came back at some point. You'll have to explain that it's because humans just don't have that ability.

Asks you carefully about how you lost it. Beel wants to know what happened, but he doesn't want to make you remember something unpleasant. Listens seriously if you do decide to tell him.

He likes your arm, MC. It's really neat. If you take it off and show it to him, he's going to get really shocked. It comes off?! He's just amazed that you can do stuff like that.

Belphegor

Notices right away, but doesn't care. So you've got a prosthetic arm. Obviously humans can't grow their arms back, they're humans. Acts like he's always known this, but he is probably just learning it for the first time.

Although yours is the first prosthetic arm he's seen, he acts like it's no big deal. This is party because that's just how he is, but also partly because he doesn't want you to feel weird about it.

Arm or no arm, Belphie can cuddle with you for naps just as easily either way. He might ask you to take it off if you're napping together, though. It's just that it's kind of hard and depending on your position, it might be digging into him.

Don't worry, MC. You can be sure that nobody will look at you funny when it comes to your arm. This is because he will glare them down in such a menacing way it frightens everybody off. He will really channel his inner Lucifer if thinks people are being rude to you about it.

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