#oc doesnt know the spoken language but she can read it - thus shes being taught the spoken language

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Working on an old Grey Deer fic (think like 2020 Black Clover) that deals with past attempts to bring devils into the world, and one unfortunate soul (OC) got dragged in by mistake

Said unfortunate soul (Ellia) has to learn the spoken language, but can read their written one. They all barely scrape by with this bridge

Involves,

Yami and Nacht teaching swear words to a foreigner

"Dammit*," Yami cursed, before turning to Ellia. "That means gosh diddly darn," he said, writing his 'translation' in the air. Notably, he was using a magic item, rather than his own magic, allowing him to write words cleanly in the air.

Since his Dark Magic was slow and bleeding in writing, he came prepared with this magic pen to talk to her via writing.

(*kuso = shit, fuck, dammit)

"Dammit," she parroted with a tone that didn't match her swear.

"You're a motherfucking bitch. That means, 'I like you very much'," Yami imparted with a straight face, writing his skewed translation for her to read.

"You are a motherfucking bitch," she repeated, with the politeness Morgen was teaching her as a norm. She had yet to even realize she wasn't using casual speech. After all, Morgen saw it good to start her off as polite.

Nacht snickered to himself.

"'Asshat' is a polite suffix you add at the end of your sentences."

"You look well today, asshat?"

"Yup," Yami said deliberately, a grin spreading on his face. "Do it just like that."

Case 15 of this backfiring: Mereoleona Vermillion

Morgen was a bit confused.

Lady Mereoleona was yelling at Yami, who was cowering behind the much thinner, smaller Ellia, using her as a shield. His hands clutched her shoulders, dependent on her to protect him from the feisty woman.

Yami also happened to be grabbing Nacht by the back of his collar, preventing him from leaving them to the lioness.

Frankly, Morgen walked in on a Scene™, and he knew it. He expected it when - less than 10 seconds ago - Yami had sprinted by and kidnapped their thinner companions to flee with him from the royal that sprinted by not even a second later.

Nacht was clearly trying to leave, while Yami played the victim card.

"I'm scawed, Ellie. The big mean lady keeps chasing me…." Yami trembled, cowering behind the confused Ellia.

"You're the one who-!!!" Mereoleona completely ignored his attempt of a living wall, ire clearly directed over Ellia's left shoulder.

"Can't you let me go already?! Fix your own damn problem!" Nacht shouted, one leg up in his trying to run as Yami maintained a crushing grip on the back of his collar.

"Shuddup! I thought we would be together through thick and thin!!" Yami argued back at Nacht, immediately going back to playing puppy dog eyes behind her back. "Ewwie, Yami is scawed….."

Ellia stared, back and forth between Yami, Nacht, and the fuming stranger she didn't know.

"Um…" Her gaze moved back to Mereoleona, and in the vocabulary they taught her, "Can you fuck off, you damn bastard?" she asked innocently. "Please."

"......"

A shade promptly fell over everyone's faces.

A mission in Raque

"Me and my family went there a few times when me and my Nii-san were younger," Morgen commented.

"If the Raque is a tourist place, what is I come to see?"

(Translation: if Raque is a tourist destination [for nobles and knights], what are people going there to see or do?)

"Raque is a beach located in the Noble Realm," Morgen informed her sunnily, his finger pointing up beside his head to subtitle what he just said. "It's full of strong mana, so it's always warm. And it's right beside the most dangerous Grand Magic Zone!"

"...." Well. She had been curious at first, but the latter information seemed to make her wilt and disinterested.

"But there's a bit of a problem," Morgen continued, dropping his hand to cup his chin. "While we are knights, entry is limited, so we're more likely to be allowed in as nobles…"

"Just say that the beach doesn't like foreigners like us, you blue blood," Yami retorted, catching onto what Morgen was beating around the bush over. "Just say we're your clown monkeys you drag around as a sadistic noble, and they'll let us in."

"No, that's..."

"Just look." Yami jabbed a thumb at Ellia, who was looking at the pillars in the architecture, their words too fast and numerous for her to try understanding. "That one can be your pretty foreign concubine that doesn't know what she is apart from eye candy."

"Don't say that, Yami. It's rude."

Ellia happened to catch exactly one word for context: candy. She looked back and raised her hand to exclaim, "I like fudge!"

"..."

Yami looked at her. Then back at Morgen. Re-jabbing his thumb, Morgen's smile a tad stiff,

"See?"

Nacht plays for keeps.

"So what're you gonna do, Vice-Captain?" Yami looked at Nacht. "Even Ellia is back. Life is gonna be hectic, you know."

Nacht looked over and took one look at Ellia, currently getting proper introductions in with the other Black Bulls. And,

"I'm going to charm the pants off of her."

"... You mean that figuratively, right?"

"I’m 110% serious."

".... Yeesh. I didn't need to know that."

Yami wasn't even surprised.

Nacht not catching a break even when he wasn't a knight. He might as well be an honorary one with how often he gets dragged into the knights' lives

At least, in the comfort of the Faust house, Nacht could get some alone time. Sweet, sweet silence. Honestly, after all the hard work and shitstorm he was put through, he could say he deserved this—

Knock knock.

….. There's not a weirdo on my window, is there?

Ellia knocked again.

There is, he realized in slight horror and confusion.

Morgen getting put up for a date auction in a fundraiser

Yami clicked his tongue, glaring at the clipboard that Ellia was holding, the two staring at the same blank list. They'd spent a good five minutes just reading the heading (auction "items") already, with no names beneath.

"We need people to auction off for dates," she commented, far less irritated than Yami. "People that others are actually interested in."

Yami's name was pointedly written at the top of the list and crossed out frantically.

"Kingdom can't accept a foreigner," Yami muttered.

[Foreigners] pointed at them.

"..." Ellia looked at him during his mutter, the arrow flashing above their heads. She looked back to the clipboard, stowing her reaction away. "It is more that you are unwashed and smell."

"You think these people will suddenly find me attractive if I took a bath?" Yami snorted, the idea laughable. Something so simple wouldn't change the people's minds.

"Don't say that, Yami. You have redeemable features yourself," a new voice interjected.

They'd have questioned that 'redeemable features' bit, if that voice hadn't made them go quiet in realization. They both turned at the same time to stare at Morgen.

A mess of arrows pointed at him.

Rich

Noble

Popular with everyone

Strong magic

Pretty

Goody two-shoes

"You two are aware this may be taken the wrong way?" Morgen asked with some worry for his friends. This was a strange, if novel idea, that Ellia had—but the idea of auctioning off others was off-putting. He noticed their staring at him. "?"

"It's for a good cause," Yami rumbled, exuding a dark aura that somehow made his eyes glow in red dots.

"The perfect person," Ellia whispered in a voice more fit for the possessed.

Morgen started sweating a little bit.

"Yami? Elle?"