#MC dies yes but oh well they come back

[peonysgreenhouse]

-`♡´- return.

summary: the obey me brothers react to mc coming back to life!

tags: obey me brothers x gn!reader, hurt/comfort, implied character death

i. lucifer

lucifer quietly steps into diavolo’s office, his usual professional mask quickly slipping onto his face, mouth set in a firm line as his eyes wander about the room. he freezes where he is when he sees who diavolo is talking to.

a familiar side profile, those kind eyes and soft lips he remembers so well, and he feels his breath hitch in his throat. this wasn’t real, he saw you die in front of his eyes. just how could you be here right now?

“lucifer!” you call, his presence being made known by diavolo, who grins wide upon seeing lucifer’s mesmerized expression. “oh, i missed you so, i–” you grip onto him tight, lucifer hesitating to return your affection out of both fear and regret. surely, he’d wake up any moment now in his own room and see that this was all a dream, remembering he had similar dreams after lilith’s fall. oh how his heavenly father liked to torment him so, even now.

“how did you…?” he clenches his jaw to keep himself from breaking. not in front of diavolo, not in front of you could he cry. lucifer hadn’t cried in eons, not since he was cast out of the celestial realm, but now, more than ever, he feels the weight of centuries of living creeping up on him, bubbling to the surface like a pressure he had let simmer for an eternity. “it’s really…?”

“it’s really me…” you whisper, putting your hand on his cheek. his hand comes up to cover your own, wishing he could shred the glove so he could feel the warmth of your hand on his. “it’s hard to believe, right? i was in the celestial realm for a while but… then i got sent back down here.” lucifer’s eyes flick to diavolo, who sits back in his chair with a smug grin on his face. he’s sure he now owes him two lifetimes worth of debts, one that he’d gladly work to pay off. you being here was worth more to him than anything the three realms had to offer.

“you’re never leaving again, understand?” his tone is more desperate than commanding, linking his fingers with yours. his other hand touches the spot where your mark is from making a pact with him, an eternal reminder that you both were connected. “from now until forever, you’re staying at my side.” 

you laugh breathily: “yes, i’m yours, lucifer.”

ii. mammon

an unexpected knock at the door resounds through the hall. he doesn’t have the energy to get up and open it, knowing it was probably asmodeus out from a wild night out. hearing the knocks once again, he sighs, slinking over and throwing the door open, ready to snap at whoever is there.

when he’s greeted by your smiling face, eyes bright and glittering as you choke out words that he’s been dreaming of hearing ever since that night you died, he grips the door so tight that it threatens to shatter under his grip. lucifer stands behind you, his arm linked with yours and the brightest smile he’s seen on his older brother since the days spent in heaven. 

he doesn’t care if he’s imagining things, he doesn’t care if it’s just a cruel illusion – mammon is greedy. he reaches out and pulls you out of lucifer’s grasp, holding you tight against his chest like you'd slip out of his arms if he let go. his breath hitches in his throat, hands running up and down your body, trying to commit this feeling to memory in case it turns out his hunch is right.

a flurry of emotions runs through his head, he has the urge to be angry that you left him, if only you could see the lengths he went to to get you back, all the restless nights spent bargaining with witches in back alleys and dark places. but he’s always cared for you more than he’s cared for his own pride, maybe even more than he’s cared for his own self. if this were an illusion he’s damn sure he’d sign over his own life to make it real, if even for a moment.

“hey,” your voice is more gentle than he remembers, “i’m here, i’m back, mammon.” when you push him back gently to cradle his face, he shatters, bursting into a fit of loud and childish sobs. he doesn’t care, he doesn’t worry about how pathetic he might’ve looked to you, you were back in his arms. 

iii. leviathan

levi hardly ever left his room, not since the night you had died. he only came out when he needed to eat, or when lucifer would forcefully drag him to class. the days were long and dull, not even TSL seemed to make him light up anymore – it was much too painful to face the world without his henry at his side.

he gets curious one night when he hears the sobs of his older brother downstairs; had something else happened? stepping out of his room, he could’ve never imagined seeing the sight in front of him: mammon sobbing in your arms, lucifer stroking your hair from behind, the two brothers sandwiching you in like a vice.

it’s you, his breaths grow shaky as he nearly jumps over the banister trying to get to you, it’s his henry, his best friend, his–

“you left me, but you’re–!” he quickly pulls mammon aside, tears of his own pricking at the corner of his eyes. “you’re back… why did you leave me? why did you–?” his tone is harsh, but the way he’s gripping onto your shirt, fists balled up and tugging you out of lucifer’s grip and into his chest, you know he’s more upset with himself than anything.

“…promise me you won’t leave me again,” his voice is small, and it has fresh tears running down your cheeks.

“i promise.”

iv. asmodeus

he comes home late, in the hours where the devildom was at it’s darkest, smelling of alcohol and the perfume of other demons. fully expecting another lecture from lucifer, he tries to open the door as quietly as possible, slinking through the doorway, making his silent entrance. as he sneaks up the stairs and towards his room, he sees that the door to your room was open.

that’s odd, he thinks, but not entirely strange – mammon would often tuck himself away under your covers, sleeping in your room as it was like a second home to him, even when you were gone. 

but then he hears it, the sound he so often dreamed of, so often tried to pull out of others as his fingers danced down their sides, but it was never the same. your laughter. 

he hurries in, a sight in front of him he never thought he would see again: you with your head in lucifer’s lap, levi cuddled up beside you, mammon hugging tight to your other side. as your eyes snap up to meet asmodeus’s, he feels his cheeks heat up, the shame of what he’s done since you’ve been gone creeping up on him slowly. 

but then you’re up and running to him, latching onto him like a vice and he finds himself smiling, the warmness of your body against his melting away his guilty thoughts like snow in the spring. 

“it’s about time you came back,” he kisses you over and over, not missing an inch of your face. you taste salty, and he doesn’t know who’s tears he’s tasting at that point – yours or his. “you’re mine. don’t you ever think about leaving again, ‘kay?”

v. satan

a quiet knock at his door in the early hours of the morning alerts him, and he stiffens, knowing it was probably lucifer here to check up on him. the thought of seeing his brother made him sick, so he continues reading his book as if he heard nothing.

“can i come in?” a soft voice that sounds like yours asks. has he lost it? has he been awake for so long now that he had finally slipped out of sanity? if he tells you to come in, it doesn’t register until the light from the outside hallway makes its way into his room, satan hissing at the way it blinds him.

the way the light wraps around you makes you look not much different than an angel, ethereal and as radiant as the sun. you reach down and touch his cheek, noticing how hollow his cheekbones and how dark the circles under his eyes are. he hadn’t been taking care of himself, had he?

“satan, i’m here,” you smile down at him gently, “i missed you. i missed you so much.”

“you… you’re actually alive?” he heart beats wildly in his chest, “but… but i researched this and… and it said there was no hope! how can you be here now?”

“i’ll explain later.” you kneel in front of him, hand still on his cheek. “now, i just want to see you.”

he wants to be angry at you. he wants to scream at you until his throat is burning, wants to make you feel every second of agony he had felt since the moment you died. but he can’t, no matter how angry he was at himself for his failures, he could never take that out on you. “this is real, right?” he grits his teeth, sure you could hear how fast his heart was beating. “i’m not going to wake up and you be gone, right?”

“i’m not leaving you, satan.” you shake your head, “not now, not ever.”

he finally cracks, pulling you into his lap and burying his face into your neck. you smell just how he remembers, and he pulls you close, close, closer until you’re flush against him. even then it’s not close enough.

satan doesn’t trust himself to speak, no words seeming accurate to say how he felt in the moment. he lets the tender moment pass by in silence, until his brothers come in after deciding the both of you had enough alone time.

vi. beelzebub

the darkness of the devildom starts to wash away as the morning hours come. of course, it was never truly bright as it was on earth. beel finds himself waking up after another nightmare, hand clutching at his pillow like he would often clutch onto your hand when he had dreams of lilith. 

in his dreams he sees you, shining like you always did, snuggled up against his chest. in the next moment, he sees blood staining your clothes, eyes wide in horror as you beg him to save you. beel is never quick enough, dying before he even had the chance to touch you, the last words of yours as cruel as a knife to the gut: why didn’t you save me?

beel makes his way to the kitchen, having left quietly as to not wake up belphie. he’s sure that it was levi’s turn to cook breakfast – not that levi would actually do it. levi didn’t leave his room unless forced to, after all. beelzebub could at least take over that job for him.

he passes by the common room, hunger pains keeping him from checking to see what his brothers were doing convened in there.

“oh, beel!” beelzebub whips around at the sound of your voice. he could never forget, not in a million years, just how sweet you sounded. like the brightest symphony or the softest lullaby. after you died, he found himself replaying your recorded phone calls with him over and over, to soothe him before he fell asleep.

“you’re… alive?” his eyes widen, and you pull yourself out of asmodeus’s lap to sprint to beel, who easily catches you in his arms, hoisting you in the air and spinning you around. tears prick at the corner of his eyes, and he crushes you into his chest. 

“yes, i’m here beel!” your voice is a bit strained due to how hard he’s squeezing you. 

“i’m sorry for not protecting you,” he whispers, “it’s my fault you were–”

“it’s not your fault.” beel leans down, letting you run your fingers through his hair, “not for lilith… not for me. none of it’s your fault. you did all you could.”

he smiles a watery smile, hands still strong around your waist: “thank you.”

vii. belphegor

as most nights go, belphie dreams about you. his head resting in your lap, your soft hands threading through his hair– it’s pure bliss, and he wants to cling to the dream as long as he can.

in fact, if he concentrates hard enough, he can feel something stroking his head in real life, his head resting on a surface both familiar and alien– did his favorite pillow always feel like this? but soon, beel’s voice pierces through the gauze, tearing his dream apart, and belphie opens his eyes.

blinking irritably, it takes him a second to process what’s going on– beel is smiling in a way he hasn’t seen in years. and his head is resting in your lap. you’re gazing down at him, something tender in your eyes, beel by your side.

it’s a dream. it has to be. there is no way you can be here, that you can be real– you were gone, and he was stuck, going around and around in his own head uselessly– but then you breathe, “belphie, i’m home,” and he turns and hugs you so hard you fall back on the bed, startled.

there is a flurry of limbs, of movement– beel has wrapped his arms around you from behind, and belphie is clinging to your front, head pressed in the crook of your neck, hands running all over to make sure you’re real.

hasn’t he wanted this moment forever? his two favorite people in the world, by his side? he doesn’t need an explanation, a reason. in fact, he’s sure mammon or lucifer will storm in in a couple more minutes, and he will have to tear himself from your side. belphie will have to share you with his five less lovable brothers.

but for now, you are his again. and it is enough.

[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.

[Twst x Obey Me!AFAB!reader]

CHP. 4

PREVIOUS CHP.: PROLOGUE 3

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CW: When MC gets mistaken as a guy, they get referred to as he/him, but the problem is that there's too many males around the MC.

So, I've decided to color the pronouns blue when it's MC that's being addressed. Just to avoid confusion.

CLARIFICATION: The headmaster, and MC knows that Yuu is from another world, so MC decided to play along and pretend that they're from the same world as Yuu. (The human world where MC came from is mostly similar to the human world that Yuu describes. i.e. landmarks, cultural, knowledge, current trends, anime and manga are all mostly the same.)

REMEMBER: Read this before the chapter.

Experience changes people.

If you see MC doing something you think you won't do and you decide to complain about it, remember this:

• You act the way you do because of the things that you've gone through in your life.

• MC is the same.

• They experienced a lot of traumatic events and almost lost their lives a fuck-ton of times.

• Because of that, they've changed. They've diverged from being you into the MC that they are now.

• The life you're living now shall be treated as the MC's canonical past.

• Also, because The Obey Me!cast feels bad from all the times you suffered and almost died because of them, they tend to overcompensate you.

• You get dressed in the finest of fabrics, most luxurious jewels, as well as housed and fed with the best things that the three realms have to offer.

• You don't take them for granted, but years of living with that lifestyle had raised your standards to new heights and changed the way that you act towards certain things.

• You're free to make up your own head canons if you don't like mine, also y'all can give me feedback if you want so I can improve my work.

• This story will be set a few years after the canon of the Obey Me games.

• • • • •

Who would've thought that it would be a bad idea to try to trick someone who literally reeks of luxury to live in an old, bout-to-fall-apart dormitory?

Well, certainly not Crowley.

That fact became known when 'The shady looking dorm leader™' and also, the tablet decided to tag along with you, Yuu and Crowley, but then had to help Yuu in holding you back so that you wouldn't beat the ever living crap out of the headmaster the moment he dared to bring y'all in front of this rustic establishment and say "It had charm". (Too many You's)

Oh really? really?? Oh you'll see real charm when I beat you straight into the afterlife you greasy son of a bitc–

*Ehem*

It did not end well.

So instead of that, the headmaster had to temporarily put you and your fellow stranded-in-dis-school-human into the infirmary as your temporary abode and promised to fix the shoddy dorm so that it can safely house people in it. (Grim will appear in the future, dw)

*Que Azul tryna make you stay in Octavinelle and you vehemently declining that offer.*

Also, you're starting to get creeped-out by the floating tablet that keeps following you around and won't stop with taking pictures. there's also the small maniacal giggles coming out of the device.

• • • • • •

So there you two are, two people that've been kidnapped by this school's fuckin carriage are now bonding in the infirmary and distracting each other by venting about problems back home. (You two are too wary to be able to sleep properly.)

Like, yes Yuu, I'm in a polyamorous with more than a dozen problematic individuals.

Yes, it works out. somehow

Damn, three assignments due tomorrow all from the same subject? Have you ever tried cheating off of your classmates?

Oh— wait what?! a classmate from biology was caught fucking with a professor in a classroom!? Seriously??

No, I unfortunately no longer have a grasp on the concept of private space and poverty.

Yes, maintaining a relationship with a lot of people at the same time can be hard.

A lot of them are rich.

Wait, a seatmate of yours really gave two free expensive sketch pads just because you asked?? Where can I find that person??

Yes they all act like my sugar daddies and my man-children in one way or another.

No, don't you dare pimp yourself out, okay? There may be a lot of people in my life but the important thing is that we all love each other.

We support, comfort, protect, and guide each other to the best we can.

No— that didn't happen in a day, I had to bend over backwards and almost die a shit-ton of times before I managed to wiggle myself firmly into the hearts of those fuckers.

...Q- Questions about our sex life will be automatically ignored.

Just.. be nice to others, even if it's seemingly stupid.

Unless they are absolute scum then just maintain distance.

You just gotta eyeball it to figure out when to stop being nice to someone.

Never and I mean NEVER treat anyone badly unless they did something unforgivable to you.

Don't call me kind. It's easier to have a grasp on other people if you're nice.

Pft— You once saw a book called "How to be a sugar baby 101" in the school library?! And you saw your principal reading it?!

Sure-sure, I'll help you with your math homework— wait a second.. Seriously?? We've been kidnapped, I ain't allowing you to do math. Where the hell did you even hide that thick-as-fuck test sheet anyways?? Up your ass?!

• • • •

You sigh for the third time this hour, looking at Yuu who's making a "Mom.. I threw up in the carpet... I'm sowwy🥺" expression as they stand beside your bed.

"What happened?"

Yuu winced, feeling embarrassed as they hear you talk to them like a disappointed parent, they had failed to appeal to Crowley about becoming a temporary student of this school and now had to be a janitor/errand kid.

"The headmaster said that I'll be the handy-man of the campus while he searches for a way to get us home..."

You feel a vein in your head throb and your eye start to twitch by of the sheer audacity being shown in front of your face.

You are now feeling the immense urge to hex that bird-bitch.

Satan sat straight in his seat, speaking out to the others in the meeting table.

"I can feel irritation and the urge to curse someone again." He said.

It would've been funny if this was another situation.

"That's definitely from MC, isn't it? You mentioned being half-asleep and feeling MC get agitated through your pact mark, right?" Diavolo asked.

"Yes, at least our pacts are still intact..." Satan nodded.

"Great, we can use this to monitor MC even if they're far away." Lucifer stated.

Countless search-parties and interrogations have already been conducted, but they're still clueless on where you can be or who could've taken you.

Even Barbatos couldn't see what had happened.

They're starting to get agitated, MC..

• • • • •

Jade watched as Azul frantically drafts and redrafts a new plan of his.

It seems that something caught the eye of their housewarden in the ceremony today.

"What could be so eye-catching that you're in such a hurry to obtain it, Azul?" Jade couldn't contain his curiosity and asked.

"It's a new student, Jade." Azul started.

"He possesses such a large amount of magical artifacts in his hands, It's unbelievable! They were all high quality too!"

Jade blinks.

"Don't you have enough magical artifacts around?"

Jade is confusion.

"You don't know it because you weren't there." Azul narrowed his eyes at Jade.

"I first thought those jewelry of his were similar to the ones that you can buy with enough money in annual auctions, but then I realized that it's very likely that those jewelry are customized."

"...How so?"

"So I decided to try and take a closer look, but when I actually got closer and almost touched one of them, I felt a strong thrum of magic that I haven't felt before!"

Oh?

Now that got Jade's attention.

Azul has been exposed to a lot of strong, powerful people and magical artifacts over the years that he and his twin were following this dormleader of theirs and yet there was actually an artifact so strong that he can feel strong waves of magic by just almost touching it?

How curious..... If the magic of the artifact was so strong, why didn't Azul sense it up until he literally almost held it in his hands?

Seems like this year won't be boring, after all..

• • • • •

BONUS: Someone has a crush.

"Brother, Your package has arrived— What are you... Are you making fan art of Mr. [L/n]...?"

Idia screams like a dumb girl in a horror movie as he tries to block the screen with his body.

"O-ORTHO?! WH-WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT KNOCKING FIRST??!"

"And... what's with the pose?"

Ortho tilts head innocently, confused on why his brother is drawing a new student in a pose that can often be seen on videos that are called "Thirst traps". he's still confused about why they're called that way.

Idia: "O- ORTHO THIS ISN'T ANYTHING BAD I SWEARAHGJSI—"

*Starts to fuckin steam*

"brOTHER YOU'RE BURNING THE CHAIR!"

"AH CRAP!"

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[misc-obeyme]

Well okay. One whole person stated they would like to see the pegging version of catboy Satan so here it is.

I see you, @cactusmisslittle. I hope it’s okay that I tagged you, but your tags here are the only reason this version exists lol.

An important note! I've been calling this pegging because that's how I've been thinking about it, but I also wanted to keep things gender neutral if possible. I don't know if I succeeded, but to that end, I've used the word "cock" in place of "strap." So if you're imagining a strap, let's just say you call it your cock, okay? I don't know, I couldn't come up with a better way to go about it.

Oh yeah and one more thing - I didn't talk about the putting on of a strap, either, but it would happen when MC is taking off their clothes. Tantan is being patient and waiting for them lol.

The beginning part is all the same, with Satan dropping hints and MC walking into their room to find him. The only part that's changed is the actual sex. Once again, I apologize for low quality, I'm still getting into the swing of writing again.

GN!MC x Satan

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: soft dom!MC, cat collar with bell & cat ears, praising, use of Tantan as a nickname, still a lil bit of biting, penetration (Satan receiving, could be read as pegging hopefully)

It might be difficult to tell from an outside perspective, but you knew that Satan was soft for you. The way he trusted you entirely with his feelings, even his anger, let you know that he was perhaps more comfortable with you than anyone else.

So it wasn't entirely a surprise when you started to pick up on some little hints of something he didn't seem to have worked up the courage to ask you directly.

You weren't sure what was happening right away. It started one day when he showed you a collection of cat collars that were for sale online. He scrolled through the pictures on his phone, finally stopping on one with a little bell.

"This one is especially cute, don't you think?" he asked.

You smiled indulgently. "Yeah it is. Are you going to get it for one of the strays in the garden?"

Satan blinked as if he was surprised by this suggestion. He looked at you and the confusion in his eyes was clear. Then you watched as a deep blush spread across his face. "R-right," he said. "Yes."

He immediately changed the subject, but you couldn't stop thinking about his reaction. Like maybe the two of you had been talking about different things.

You puzzled over this for a little while, a suspicion starting to form in the back of your mind.

Confirmation came in the form of a cosplay catalog that Levi left in the common room. The cover featured an anime character wearing cat ears and a collar.

Satan picked up the catalog and you could tell that he had known it was there. "Levi must have left this here," he said. He showed it to you. "Wh-what do you think?"

You looked at the cover. "Hmm," you said. "I like the cat ears. The collar should have a bell, though."

You watched in satisfaction as Satan's face flushed so hard and fast you thought steam might come out of his ears.

After that, you knew what you had to do.

You were careful about your purchase. You made sure it was obtained discreetly.

The collar itself was thick and black with a large silver buckle and a round silver bell. You had chosen black cat ears to match. You left them on Satan's bed with a note that said, Is this what you had in mind? MC.

And then you waited.

The next time you saw Satan was at breakfast. He sat across the table from you and met your eyes directly. He held your gaze for a moment too long before looking away. Nobody else seemed to notice and he acted completely normal the rest of the day.

You had no other indication of his reaction to your gift. For days, you waited for him to do something or say something. Was he upset? He wasn't acting angry.

And then one day you walked into your room and nearly died on the spot. As soon as you recovered, you closed the door and made sure it was locked. And that's when you remembered that everyone else was out of the house today. Was that what Satan had been waiting for?

You turned back to your bed to take in the sight of him.

There he sat, on his knees, with his hands pressed onto the bed between them. The collar was clasped perfectly around his neck, the bell and buckle shining. The cat ears were nestled in his hair, their black tufts a nice contrast to his bright blond. He was frowning, his eyes were closed, his face flushed, and he wore absolutely nothing else.

You slowly approached him, watching him as he stayed still. When you got to the edge of the bed, you stopped. You cupped his cheek, tilting his head to look up at you, even though his eyes stayed closed.

"Look at you," you said softly. "What a beautiful boy you are."

Satan's blush deepened, but he opened his eyes. You saw desire and pleasure and nervousness and embarrassment tumbling through the shades of green.

You brought up your other hand and held his face. "Don't be embarrassed. You look amazing."

The frown eased just a little. "I didn't think you would actually want to do this."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "What? Why would you think that?"

Satan looked away from you. "It doesn't… make you uncomfortable?"

You rested your hands on his shoulders and kissed his forehead. "No. It makes me horny as fuck. And I can see what it's doing to you, too."

You looked down deliberately where Satan's cock had been steadily growing as soon as you got close.

Satan buried his face in his hands, causing the bell around his neck to jingle slightly.

"No, no, no," you said softly, pulling his hands away. He opened his mouth like he was going to protest, but you cut him off with a kiss.

Satan responded to you instantly, opening his mouth for you. As your tongues entwined, you let go of one of his wrists to reach up and grab the collar. You used it to pull his head back, giving you easier access to his mouth as his hand now tugged on the edge of your shirt.

You pulled away to kiss the wrist of the hand you still held, trailing your lips down his arm and up his shoulder. He was breathing heavily as you traced your tongue along the edge of skin where the collar stopped, ringing the bell playfully with your fingers.

Satan moaned, his tugs on your shirt feeble but persistent.

You gave in, moving away from him to remove the shirt quickly, along with all the rest of your clothes. He waited patiently, mouth open, skin flushed, cock straining.

You sat beside him on the bed, putting two fingers beneath the collar to pull him toward you. He moved easily with your guidance, the bell tinkling ever so softly as you caught his swollen lips with yours again.

You ran a teasing finger along the shaft of his cock and it came away covered in pre-cum. Satan whined against your lips and the sound of it sent a shiver through your body.

You pulled away just a little bit. "Use your words, Tantan. Or would you rather meow for me?"

Satan shuddered and the bell tinkled. "Please, MC," he said, his voice low and gruff. It seemed he wasn't quite comfortable enough to meow and his eyes were closed again, his face turned slightly away.

"Look at me," you said.

Obediently, Satan opened his eyes and looked at you. He might have been frowning if he wasn't so overcome with lust in that moment. You took in the darkness of his eyes, the heat clearly visible on his skin, the expression that vacillated between need and embarrassment.

You realized you could tease him for hours if you really wanted to. You also knew that he would let you. Something about the way he was looking at you let you know that he was trusting you entirely. That he was putting himself in your hands, letting you do whatever you wanted to with him.

Certainly, part of this had been previously discussed. The two of you had an established routine, after all. But he was entrusting you with more than he normally did and you recognized that extra vulnerability.

The light of your room hit the silver of the bell around his neck. You took in the collar, the ears. Maybe next time, you could get him to meow for you.

For now, though, you wanted nothing more than to hear that bell chime with every thrust.

You leaned forward, running your fingertips down his cheek. "You're such a good boy," you said, loving the way he seemed to melt whenever you praised him.

You took hold of his collar again, this time pulling him with you as you sat back against the pillows of your bed. You had considered other positions, but you wanted to see that bell as it sounded through the room.

Satan moved where you guided him, but when you let go of the collar, he no longer waited for your direction. He put his lips on your neck, straddling your hips, pressing himself against your cock, his hands roaming across your shoulders and chest.

Satan hesitated, pulling back to look into your eyes. It was as though he caught himself being too eager and now he needed your confirmation.

You had already taken a bottle of lube from your nightstand and now you slathered your fingers with it. You smirked at the way Satan reacted when you slipped them inside him, carefully, one by one. He shivered and the bell tinkled.

You took your time with him until he was whining again, his eyes squeezed shut. When you pulled your fingers out, he didn't wait for anything else. He slowly sank down on your cock and you watched his expression change as he took it all in.

Satan arched his back and your eyes fixed on the brightness of the bell around his neck.

To your great satisfaction, that bell did indeed jingle with every thrust, louder than it had from anything else. Satan was almost creating the sound himself, bracing his hands against your shoulders as he moved himself. But your hands were on his hips, guiding him, and you couldn't prevent yourself from thrusting up into him as well.

The way his moans mingled with the chimes, the way he flung back his head - he was beautiful. There was a soft rumble in his chest and it seemed he was okay with purring if not meowing.

Satan was lost in the sensation of you inside him, but you found it was easy to make him react even more by nibbling a little on his flushed skin. He gasped and clenched down on you every time he felt your teeth pierce him.

You could tell it wouldn't take much more. He had been so good for you and you wanted to reward him. So you took hold of his already slick cock and pumped.

Satan's nails dug into your skin, the bell continuing to jingle as he kept up his pace. His eyes flew open and he looked at you with an expression unlike anything you had ever seen - desperate, begging, needing something more from you.

"It's okay," you said softly. "Come for me, Satan."

It was exactly what he needed to hear. You watched as Satan bit his lip, his body arching as his cum spurted across his stomach.

Satan's body relaxed, the bell no longer jingling as he settled in your lap. He looked at you with heavy eyes. The cat ears were still on his head, but they were askew, poking oddly out of his blond hair.

You reached up to fix them. "Promise me you'll wear these again."

Satan let out a huff, frowning. "I couldn't refuse you even if I wanted to."

You smirked. "Good thing you don't want to, then."

Satan pulled himself up off of your lap and proceeded to give you the most amazing head of your life. It was a struggle not to knock off the cat ears while your hands were twisting in his hair.

Perhaps next time, you would bring a little leash, too. You were curious about how he would react to such an addition. Although he seemed unlikely to do this again when his brothers were around, so you might have to wait. You caught yourself kind of hoping one of his brothers would come home just to hear the consistent jingling of the bell on Satan's cat collar.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[harunayuuka2060]

*In the school's infirmary*

Professor Crewel: ...

Professor Trein: ..

Crowley: ...

Crowley: I was thinking of the worst case scenario that could've happened but this isn't one of them.

MC: Her Majesty is fine, headmage. You have nothing to worry about. Hehe~.

Crowley: YOU'VE KNOCKED HER OUT!

MC: Shh~. I didn't hit her that hard. It was just a simple flick on the forehead. *chuckles*

Professor Crewel: Nevertheless, we are all in trouble. What will happen if she wakes up?

Professor Trein: Mr. Draconia and Mr. Vanrouge were speechless. We can consider that as a good news.

Crowley: Professor MC, you should apologize immediately the moment Her Majesty wakes up!

MC: *smiles* Sure thing, headmage.

Ace: I'm convinced MC-sensei isn't normal.

Sebek: *is having a huge dilemma* I don't want to fight MC-sensei but I can't betray Her Majesty...

Silver: Sebek, you're fine. You don't have to make such a huge choice.

Jack: You're saying that, but are Malleus-senpai and Lilia-senpai even alright?

Lilia and Malleus: *have been silent for a while*

Epel: *just entered the room* Malleus-senpai, Lilia-senpai, the Queen has awoken and she's asking you to come to the infirmary.

Malleus and Lilia: ...

Malleus and Lilia: We're going.

Epel: Sensei, Malleus-senpai and Lilia-senpai are here now.

MC: Thank you, Mr. Felmier. *smiles* You may go back to your class now.

Epel: I wish to stay. My classmates are panicking and I want them to know what's going on.

MC: Hmm... *chuckles* Yes. You can stay.

Epel: Thank you, sensei. *chose to sit in the farthest corner of the room*

Malleus and Lilia: ...

Malleus: Grandmother...

Lilia: Maleficia...

Malleus and Lilia: Are you alright?

Maleficia: ...

Maleficia: Yes, I am.

Lilia: I was worried that MC-sensei would be hurt at first.

Lilia: But then, it was you who lost consciousness.

Lilia: Maleficia... When did you have that kind of weakness?

Maleficia: ...

Maleficia: Lilia, it's not a weakness when only one person can do it.

MC: What a compliment, my queen.

Maleficia: ...

Malleus and Lilia: ...

Epel: *who's silently texting the others while being surprised himself*

*When MC and Maleficia are the only ones left in the room after Malleus and the others went to inform everyone that there's nothing to worry about*

Maleficia: So you have a mother now.

MC: Yes. She's quite kind and lovely. She raised me well.

Maleficia: *couldn't help but scoffed at the statement*

MC: *chuckles* Don't be like that, my queen.

Maleficia: ...

Maleficia: I'm afraid for your students.

MC: Hm?

Maleficia: I could still remember how you used to teach me. It was never a fascinating experience.

MC: Oh? But that's not what my instinct is telling me. You wouldn't be looking for me if I was one awful teacher.

MC: Say, my queen. I did leave you suddenly. Did you cry? *chuckles*

Maleficia: ...

Maleficia: No. I didn't.

MC: Ah, yes. Though that reminds me.

MC: Didn't you beg for me to come back while crying in front of my grave? *smiles*

Maleficia: Don't start.

Leona: So... What's up?

Ruggie: *who eavesdropped their conversation with the help of the mice*

Ruggie: MC-sensei died... A long time ago.

Leona: ...

Leona: What? They're a zombie?

Ruggie: I— No. I don't think— I'm confused!

MC: I know.

Ruggie: AHH!

Leona: *was startled too*

MC: *smiles* I believe it's still the school hours. What are you doing here?

Ruggie: Um...

Leona: Sensei... You weirdo. What are you, really?

MC: *smiles* My, I wonder that too. I should ask everyone to turn that into a thesis.

Leona: No.

Ruggie: We won't graduate if you do that.

MC: *chuckles* It was just an idea.

Maleficia: I'm sure by now, your students have realized of how much an enigma you are.

MC: An enigma... *smiles* Truly.

Maleficia: *shaking her head* I despise how you would simply accept a statement about yourself.

[legacyshenanigans]

A part 3 to this

(I mean I didn't expect to make this a little thing but you guys seem to want it 🙂 So I don't mind carrying on this little AU story I've got going on)

Sebastian out of Azkaban

It had been close to 3 months now, since Sebastian had been staying with Garreth. He was feeling some normality in himself again, thanks to Garreths aid, and was back on his feet. Garreth sat at his dining room table, enjoying the morning sun coming through the window, Sebastian wandered downstairs after getting ready, Garreth looked over at him.

Garreth: Morning! *smiles*

Sebastian: *small smile* Hey.

Sebastian wandered over and sat at the table with Garreth, also turning his head to take in the sun and sighed.

Sebastian: I feel good for the first time in a long time..

Garreth: Thats great, Pal *warm grin*

Sebastian: Thank you, Weasley. Again, I don't know what to do to make it up to you.

Garreth: Naah, you don't have to thank me, and you don't have to do anything *smiles* Got everything I need, I was happy to help you. You're my friend.

Sebastian: *smiles* It means alot, truly.

The two sat for a moment, Garreth narrowed his eyes slightly at Sebastian, leaning forward in his chair.

Garreth: Are you ready to talk more about Ominis?

Sebastian ears perked up just hearing his name. this journey that Garreth had taken him on made him do a lot of thinking, he'd forgiven, and he felt some peace, and understood why Ominis and MC did what they did, though it was hard.

Sebastian: I think I am..You havnt told me much.

Garreth: I thought it would be too painful..

Sebastian: It would have been, but I'm ready.

Garreth: Well..I havnt seen him in a while, but we keep in touch. He doesn't live too locally anymore, not far though. And he doesn't know you're here, but he knows you're out of Azkaban. He wrote about it in his last letter to me.

Sebastian: ....I see. I hope he doesn't hate me..

Garreth: He definitely doesn't hate you, Ominis really struggled, Sebastian. After you got sent away, he wasn't himself. He hated it, but he knew it was the right thing to do for YOUR own benefit, do you understand?

Sebastian: I do..I do NOW anyway..It was awful in there..But, I think I needed it, Dark magic was taking over my mind, my soul, everything *sigh* I was angry and clouded when I first got out, wanted to find him, of course after I tried to find Anne first, the night you found me outside that bar, I'd just been drinking, after discovering she'd died...

Garreth: *nods his head in sympathy* I've wanted to talk to you about all this stuff..But my main focus was just getting you normal and stabilised, I didn't want to bring up anything that may have caused pain, and you never said anything, so I left it be.

Sebastian: I know, and I appreciate that. I just hope Anne knows, wherever her soul is, how sorry I am.

Garreth: I'm sure she does, mate. *warm smile*

Sebastian: Yeah *sits for a moment* So, Ominis? Married? Kids? How is he?

Garreth: He's good, lives a nice peaceful life, not married, no kids, but he's happy.

Sebastian: I'm glad he's happy. I'd love to see him.

Garreth: Well..When I last sent him a letter, I asked if he'd like to meet, he's going to be in the gardens in Hogsmeade later today, that's where I told him to meet me..Are you truly ready Sebastian? Have you forgiven?

Sebastian: Yes, I have, honestly! Oh my god *big genuine smile* I've, missed him, so much.

Garreth: Then we'll go together, Leanders coming too, but me and him will wait at The Three Broomsticks while you go and get Ominis, yeah?

Sebastian: *smiles and nods his head*

Garreth: I can trust you, right? You really are OK?

Sebastian: Gaz, you've helped me massively, I really am..I'm ok. *thankful smile*

Garreth: *warm grin* Good..

Later that day, after giving Sebastian a pat on the back, Garreth and Leander made their way to the Three Broomsticks from the town centre, as Sebastian wandered towards the gardens his heart was in his throat seeing his old friend, Ominis sat there on a Bench under a tree, looking prim and proper as always, Sebastian couldn't believe it, he was so overwhelmed with emotion seeing Ominis, his lip was shaking as he approached, standing in front of him. Ominis looked up, knowing a presence was there.

Ominis: *smiles* Garreth?

Sebastian: ....

Ominis: Garreth? Is that you? *stands*

Sebastian: Ominis..

Ominis let out a small sharp gasp, both of them frozen solid for a moment, before Ominis reached out, his breathing shakey as he felt Sebastians face, Sebastian looked at him, a tear falling down his cheek.

Ominis: S-Sebastian?

Sebastian: *sniffles* Ominis.

Tears started to stream down Ominis's face as he grabbed Sebastians' shoulders.

Ominis: Sebastian, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Sebastian: *starts crying himself, pulling Ominis in for a hug* It doesn't matter anymore, it's ok..

Ominis: It..Its no OK..It was never OK *hugging him back* Oh Sebastian *cries more, holding his old friend*

Sebastian: Ominis *clinging to him* It's so good to see you again.

The pair sat on the bench for a while, chatting. Sebastian told Ominis everything that Garreth had done for him and his emotional journey.

Ominis: *sigh* Garreth is an angel for that.

Sebastian: Really is, heh. Oh God, I'm so happy to see you. You look so well..I'm glad you can't see me *chuckles* I aged like damn milk in that place, you've aged like a fine wine.

Ominis: *chuckles* Oh shush..Sebastian, I can't tell you how happy I am, I'm so glad you've forgiven me for the decision I made, because I never truly forgave myself for doing that.

Sebastian: The past is the past, I just want to look forward now *smiles*

Ominis: As do I, old friend *smiles*

~

[666writingcafe]

Hallucination

Solomon

MC: Something bad's happened to Asmo. I need you to come over and help me fix it.

With the tone of their message, I was afraid that I'd walk into a room full of bodily fluids of some kind. Thankfully, that doesn't seem to be the case, but the situation is just as severe, if not a tad bit worse.

I've spent lots of time with Asmodeus, so I like to think I know his various moods and how they present themselves on him, but this...

From behind, he looks perfectly normal, sitting upright on his bed. But his eyes make it perfectly clear that he's completely disconnected from this reality. Whatever he's seeing might only be happening in his head, but it's making him rather upset.

"What happened?" I whisper to MC.

"I don't know the full story, but I found a bag of gummy bears sitting on his nightstand, and I think he ingested enough of them to start tripping." Oh dear. Devildom drugs are no joke. I've known plenty of humans that have either died or permanently lost their minds from a single micro-dose. The stuff's potent.

"Where did he get them?"

"I don't know. I gave Lucifer the bag, and he's taking it over to the castle to have Diavolo and Barbatos look into it."

Asmo suddenly stands up and rushes towards the door. MC quickly blocks him from opening it.

"And where do you think you're going?" they ask him.

"I gotta tell them the good news!" he exclaims. "We can all go back to being angels!"

Well, no wonder MC wanted me over here. At the very least, they need another set of hands to restrain Asmo from running off and causing chaos.

"Sweetie, that isn't possible." MC places a hand on his shoulder.

"But it is! I'm telling you! Raphael told me so!" MC glances over at me worryingly. "I'm not lying, Zephyr! He said that Father ordered that all is to be forgiven, and that all of our brothers and sisters wish for us to return!"

"Asmo--"

"Our wings should be white!" MC sighs.

"Look, even if Raphael wanted you guys back, I seriously doubt your Father would forgive you all for what you did."

"Zephyr's right, Asmo." Oh shit. How long has Lucifer been on the other side of the door? MC steps away from the door, allowing him to enter the room.

"I rebelled against Father in a way that is unforgivable," Lucifer continues. "By falling with me, you've told Him that you agree with my actions. He's not going to let us return." This causes Asmo to burst out sobbing.

"Why would you say something like that?!" he yells. Before any of us can reply, Asmo adds,

"Oh right: you're just stubborn when it comes to Father! You refuse to bury the hatchet!"

"Are you saying you regret coming with me?"

"Yes! I want to return to the Celestial Realm and be an angel again! You know, the way I used to be, white wings and all! You made me a monster, Lucifer!" Lucifer sighs. I can tell that Asmo's words hurt him; the pain is evident in his eyes.

"I'm sorry that you feel that way. I know seeing your reflection in the mirror scares you. But I didn't force you to leave. That was a decision you made on your own, and unfortunately there's no undoing it. What's done is done, and we all have to live with the consequences."

"Fuck you!" The room begins shaking as black smoke fills the air. The next thing I know, the four of us are in the middle of a tall, dimly lit labyrinth.

And we're face-to-face with a giant spider.

"Okay, what in the hell was in those gummy bears?!" MC exclaims.

"An evil spirit," Lucifer calmly replies.

How lovely. Some demon must have thought it was a terrific idea to befriend a trickster spirit and mix its essence into candy to then sell to unsuspecting strangers.

Of course, that demon may have specifically picked Asmo to be the spirit's target. While public opinion of the brothers is certainly better than what it was when MC and I first arrived, there's still plenty of people that wish them nothing but harm and misfortune.

"I'm s-sorry!" Asmo cries. "I didn't m-mean what I s-said!"

"We'll talk about it later," Lucifer replies roughly. "Right now, we need to get away from this spider and find a way out of here."

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[budbuddnbuddy]

Little obey me headcanons pt 7

A/n: It’s been a while since I came on with one of these babies huh? Well I’m here with a new one now back and better then ever! Enjoy!!!

The Little D’s have transformation powers nothing extremely powerful, they can only really turn into objects or small animals, perfect for sneaking around as that is what they were made for.

With this information in mind, Barbatos was the one to send a bunch of the Little D’s off into different parts of the human world to gain information for candidates, using their disguises as objects and animals to spy on various humans of various different backgrounds….totally not illegal.

While Lucifer and Satan are different looking at first glance they do look a lot alike in the face, the same nose, shape of the eye, the way their brows bend and curve with each and every expression they make, you get the deal.

I wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about Mammon smoking, but after seeing a lot of art and reading drabbles with it, I really warmed up to the thought of it. Don’t get me wrong, it was definitely because of peer pressure and he’s not good at it at all. He just does it to put up his “Nonchalant Bad boy” persona. loser

Yes. There are infact Cliques in RAD, popular demons, Nerds, Jocks, Delinquents, Normies, Gamers, Loners, Social floaters, etc. You get the deal, it’s painfully obvious too. You see it all in the cafeteria like in a stereotypical 2004 highschool movie and yes you are the new kid.

I have a feeling that MC would put Luke onto human world cartoons. Powerpuff Girls, SpongeBob, Adventure Time. You get the deal, but I think his personal favorites would be Gravity Falls and Adventure Time. He gives off the vibe that he likes shows with deeper meanings other than your daily life lessons. Ya know?

Also same thing with video games, I have a feeling that he’ll take a real good liking to Minecraft and Undertale. (He’ll fall in love with the sound tracks.)

All Demons have sharp teeth yes however Gluttony demons tend to have longer canines and just sharper and stronger teeth in general. This is how Beel is able to bite and eat all the things that he does, other demons can’t really do that.

It is true that Diavolo had your D.D.D altered so that it would be able to work in the human world when MC left, yes. HOWEVER, MC accidentally left the charger for it in their room in the Devildom so like after 2 days it died. It was mailed back to you after like a week but…I think you can imagine how that week went for the brothers…

“Why the heck ain’t MC returning any of my calls or texts?! It’s been a whole week!”

“lmafo, maybe they finally realized how annoying you are.”

“Shaddup!!”

“As much as I hate to agree with the idiot of all people, it is a tad bit concerning…they don’t usually go longer than a few hours returning a text…”

“Maybe they��re busy?”

“Yeah, Beel’s right…they have a life too ya know. They’re probably catching up on work.”

“Everyone!!! Look what I found!”

“…Is that, their charger?”

“Yeah! I found it in their room! It was still plugged on the side of their bed. Our human can be so forgetful sometimes. <3”

“Waitaminute! The heck ‘ere ya donin’ in there room anyways!”

“Yeah! The hell is up with that? Last time I checked I don’t remember MC’s last words to us being: ‘Asmodeus can come into my room anytime!’ So don’t think you get free reign!”

“Oh don’t act like you two any better.! Mammon, I’ve seen you digging around their closet! You too Leviathan!”

“!!!” “!!!”

“Well at least we found it, now hand it to me so I can mail it to them.”

“No way, I wanna mail it!”

“Nuh uh no way you’ll probably sell it, I’m gonna mail it to them!”

“Hello??? Are you guys forgetting I’m the one who found it? It only makes sense for me to send it to them!”

“I wanna send it to MC too.”

“Me too.”

“That’s enough. All of you.”

With Lucifer being the only one out of the seven to actually know where you live he ends up sending it to you in the mail. Along with some cash to spoil you for the next month of course. Lol.

There are royal guards on school grounds at RAD, though they mainly stay and guard the outside to make sure no intruders get in. If you aren’t wearing a uniform then you can’t come in!

Don’t let any of the brothers come with you to any sort of medical appointment you may have in the future. One cheeky joke from your doctor and they might be killed.

“Well MC your knee seems to be badly infected.”

“What will need to done doctor?”

“We might just have to cut off your whole leg.”

“……”

“Haha! Just kidding! We’ll clean ya up and have you bandaged and sent home in less than 15 minutes. It’s not that bad, don’t be so serious!”

MC’s just like “haha…yeah.” while patting their slightly growling demons leg in a “He didn’t mean it, he didn’t mean it.” fashion. As he’s literally determining the best way to kill the doctor you had for the past 4 years, Sorry doc.

[books-and-catears]

I wish Mc kept bringing up the fact Belphegor killed them

Like Lucifer tries to hide or lie about something to his brothers and Mc is just-

Mc: Hey remember the last time you lied about something major? Y'know the lie that led to me dying? Yeah how about you tell the truth so we don't repeat that, because quite frankly next time I'll refuse to come back to life

Lucifer: Nonsese! I'll protect you

Mc: Oh just like you protected me the last time? 😐

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: I'll tell them the truth

Or Mc is having a movie night with the bros and it's just

Character: Dies on screen

Mc: Hey y'know what that remind me of?

Mammon: Don't-

Mc: That time I was mauled by your brother

Like nah they're not gonna let this one go. They could be on their "death" bed and they'd grap Belphie by the hand just to say, "well at least this time it wasn't your fault"

They aren't even dying they've just got a mild flu and the soul of a theather kid

🦂

The way I would absolutely love this MC. Yes MC, tell those idiots like it is! Be your dramatic self and give them MISERY!

Asmo: Don't you think this dress is to die for MC?

Satan: No Asmo not that word-

MC: Indeed it is. I mean I've died for worse reasons. But I'd have no regrets dying for this dress.

Levi: I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

Mammon: Can't we just delete Belphie from MCs brain?

[the-great-empress]

Goodbye, Demon Master. Hello, Sacrificial Bride.

Part 0 | Part I | Part II

*Diavolo's private office*

Diavolo to Mc: *nervous* L-let me see if I understand. *pause and take a deep breath* At no time did you talk to Karlheinz about bringing Lilith back even if it meant resigning from the student council and your pacts, and not only that, they talked about whether you knew a person capable of being the nanny of his "little children"

Shin and Kino: *laughs* A nanny...! *laughter*

Mc calm: Well... he also said that... he would like to have me as a wife and give his children a brother

Ruki and Carla: *serious*

Shin: *angry*

Mc: I told him no!

Kino to Mc: *Laughter* You're heartbreaker

Ayato: *Annoyed* Tks! That old man doesn't stop bothering us even when he's absent. Hey Kino! You are also his son, no?!

Mc: *firmly and holds the vampire's hand* Ayato. I made it clear to him that I will not marry him

Ayato: *irritated, but deep down relieved* I KNOW!! … *reciprocates the handshake*

Shin: *mumbles looks at Ayato* son of a-…

Lucifer: What?! B-but Lilith said…

Lilith: *nervous for having everyone present watching her* I-I… Karlheinz only told me to enjoy my new life next to my brothers… I… I may have misinterpreted the conversation between the two… *Goes to Lucifer* I was angry with Mc for that and… I was a little resentful that she paid more attention to Simeon instead of you when she found out about his punishment…

Carla, Shin, Ayato, Kino, Ruki and Mc:… .

Diavolo: *Shocked*

Lucifer: *distressed* L-Lilith!

Lilith: *on the verge of tears* S-sorry! It was a mistake!

Kino sadistic smile: Eh~ You call that cruelty a “mistake”?

Lucifer: I trust you! I-I told Lord Diavolo and he saw it as the truth because I believed you!

Diavolo: If I had asked Lilith personally… I would have known it was a lie…

Kino: *sadistic laughs* Huh~~~? Do you really think so? Not only did you have that option, if you demons said you “love” Mc so much you could ask her or give her time to talk instead of acting on impulse. We would do it.

Ayato: Kino!

Kino:*pretending innocence* Yes brother?

Lucifer and Diavolo: *They notice the message between the lines* You…?!

Lilith: B-but my descendant came back! *looks excitedly at Mc* You came back! You came back because you still love my brothers!

Shin was going to speak, but Carla silenced him with his look

Ayato and Kino: *mocking laughter*

Ruki:… *looks surreptitiously at Mc*

Mc: *stoic without doubting or wavering* No.

Lilith: What?

Mc: I didn't come for your brothers and that love died the moment they were willing to do all that.

Diavolo: I-I…

Mc: Prince Diavolo, I suggest you don't try to blame someone else or me like you did with the "ring", you were the one who signed, being in all your senses and voluntarily, my expulsion from the RAD.

Diavolo: W-we can solve it... you can come back-

Mc calmly: No. I'm not going back and I'm not interested, as you said before kicking me out of the Devildom, I have nothing to do with your kingdom anymore. I only came at Karlheinz's request, it's the least I owe him for turning Simeon into an angel again... besides... *smiles* thanks to him, I met them *refers to vampires and first blood*

Shin and Ayato: *surprised and blushing*

Carla and Ruki: *smile*

Kino:*recording the moment with his phone* I recorded it!

Lilith: B-But…

Mc: Look, what's done is done, the only thing we can do now is learn the lesson of “listening before reacting” apart from having a formal and professional relationship, also with you Lilith, you will say that you are my ancestor, but it is obvious that you are more sister than grandmother, besides that the Lilith of my bloodline was a human who died a long time ago and not the one I have in front of me, maybe we will become friends, but I can't guarantee it. Oh! And it would be good to go, the others have been without supervision for a long time and Reiji can't handle them all, besides I want to eat Luke's sweets again before Kanato eats them all.

*Silence*

Shin, Ayato and Kino: *laughs*

Kino: Well, Well, the bride is more interested in the sweets than this impromptu meeting *turns off his phone* Shall we go?

Diavolo: Yes... you can go... I need... *serious tone* to talk to Lucifer and Lilith in private.

Mc, the first bloods and vampires get up from their seats and leave the office, Kino was the last to leave, but Diavolo stops him

Diavolo: Wait! Kino right?

Kino: Yes, demon prince?

Diavolo: When you said “We would do it”… in what context did you say that?

Kino: Oh… Wasn’t it obvious? Well... There are many things that can happen between a vampire and a human, but our context *smirks* is very popular in human stories today.

Lucifer angry: Son of-

Diavolo: *angry* Lucifer. Shut. Up.

*At the party*

Reiji: What were you talking about?

Ayato: *Angry* He wanted to marry Mc and give us a brother!

Kanato, Laito and Subaru: *angry* WHAT!!???

Mc: Ayato!

[thosehallowedhalls]

The 2 AM Christmas Tree Farm (2/2)

Pairing: Trystan Thorne/MC (Emma Rose)

Summary: Trystan is haunted by regrets. But when he's granted a wish to undo the worst of them, he finds that the price might be more than he's willing to pay.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

It’s the most surreal experience.

Juliana suggests that he spend today with her, since he took the day off anyway. Good thing, too, because he has no idea what he's supposed to be working on. He trails along as she irons out last-minute details for the ball, her signature charm and kindness ensuring that everyone receives her commentary with a genuine smile.

Every once in a while, he looks at her and his heart fills with joy at seeing her alive and obviously happy. Every time, however, a stab of pain and guilt follows. Pain, because he has lost the most important part of his life. Guilt, because wanting Emma back means wanting to go back to a life where two people he cares about died horrific deaths.

“Trystan?” Juliana tries to keep her tone light, but he can hear the concern underneath. “Are you all right? You’ve seemed distracted all morning.”

He gives her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “I’m fine. It’s like I told you earlier, I didn’t sleep well.”

She clears her throat. “Thinking about Vasili again?”

His gaze swivels to meet hers. “What?”

“It’s been eight years since… well, since it happened.”

He’s unwilling to let this chance go. “I’ve been thinking about it, yes. It was a difficult night.”

“That’s an understatement. I’ve never been as relieved as I was the moment you walked out of the cabin and knocked him out. I don’t know what he would’ve done if it had been just us.”

I do, Trystan thinks grimly. “It must have been so hard for you.”

“It was hard for both of us. But I try to count my blessings.” She kisses his cheek. “I have plenty of those.”

He hesitates for a moment, trying to think of the best way to bring up his next question. “It affected Sebastyan, too.”

“How could it not? Finding out that the person you trust most in the world is capable of murder…” She shakes her head sadly. “Well, it’s no wonder he’s never been the same.”

“Still, it appears that Bas has plenty of blessings himself.” He wonders if Juliana still knows him well enough to pick up on the jealousy he can’t quite keep at bay.

“Behave,” she says. “I know you don’t like him, but you know he has changed.”

“I do. Moving out at twenty certainly isn’t something the old Bas would have done.”

She fidgets, looking uncomfortable. “Do we have to talk about it?”

“Why shouldn’t we?”

“Come on, Trystan.” She lowers her voice. “He got over me a long time ago. It isn’t fair to him or Emma to bring that up.”

Understanding comes in a flash. “He moved out so he wouldn’t have to see us together all the time.”

“And it was the right choice for all of us. That distance is one of the main reasons we were able to repair our friendship.” She smiles. “And the fact that he wasn’t living in the same palace as most of your siblings is why he was able to convince Emma to give him a chance.”

He takes a deep breath. He doesn’t want to hear this, but he knows he has to. “He’s lucky she did.”

“Oh, without a doubt. This is the happiest I’ve ever seen him. It might have taken them some time to get past the initial personality clash, but they’ve made up for lost time.”

“Right, yes. I never imagined they would get together when they first met.”

“Really? I could tell from the start. Whenever they got within five feet of each other, sparks flew.”

It’s suddenly hard to breathe. Stop talking. Please. “Did they? I never noticed.”

“Marguerite and I certainly did.”

“You talked about it?”

“Of course. She was the first to see it. She jokes that she would’ve paid more if she had known, when she hired Emma to find out who stole the designs from her collection, that she was hiring a future sister-in-law too.”

His heart in his throat, Trystan sinks his nails into his palms. “Sister-in-law?”

“Bas hasn’t said anything yet, but I know him. We’ll have another royal wedding soon.”

He can’t do this anymore. “If you have this covered, I think I’m going to lie down for a few minutes. It really was a bad night.”

As they stand in the parlor with their drinks that evening, he can’t help but remember the last family dinner he attended here. He couldn’t hold Emma’s hand or kiss her back then, either. But they exchanged covert smiles full of meaning – and promises for later.

This time, he’s standing with Juliana, something that would have made him inordinately happy once, as she chats with Marguerite. He supposes that he’s meant to be part of this conversation too, but all he’s managed so far are moderately well-timed monosyllables when they ask for his opinion on a topic.

From the corner of his eye, he sees Emma and Sebastyan standing close together, whispering to each other. They look lost in their own little world, and if he thought he’d been jealous before, it’s nothing compared to what he’s feeling now. She smiles at Bas the way she always smiles at him. Like he’s the only person in her world.

Feeling ill, he excuses himself and walks away.

He seeks shelter in one of the countless balconies in the palace, trying to breathe past the sheer grief of being thrust into a life he himself asked for without understanding the implications. This isn’t his life. He doesn’t want this to be his life. He wants New York, his friends, his job. Above all, he wants Emma.

As if conjured, she walks out and pauses upon seeing him. “My apologies, Your Majesty. I didn’t realize anyone was here.”

“No need to apologize. This balcony is big enough for both of us. And I told you to call me Trystan.”

“So you did.”

Apparently, Alternate Universe Emma can make him smile as easily as Original Emma. “But you’re planning to ignore me.”

“Yup.”

The single word amuses as much as it hurts. “Can I ask why?”

The look she gives him is so full of disdain, it feels like a punch to the gut.

“I deleted the mind-reading app from my phone, so I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to use actual words.”

It would’ve made his Emma laugh. But this is Sebastyan’s Emma. The one who has given her loyalty to his brother, so she has no love lost for the irresponsible older brother who pawned his responsibilities onto Bas and treated him like an annoyance on top of it.

“Tempting, but I’d rather not get deported today, thanks all the same.”

“Consider this a free pass to tell me what you think of me. Deportation is off the table.”

“Fine. You’re an adult-sized toddler who’s spent his entire life dumping his responsibilities onto others. First your siblings, now your wife. And to top it all off, you have the gall to judge Sebastyan for not liking you.”

The words stab like knives. His lips twist into the mockery of a smile. “I did ask you.”

Emma’s eyes narrow. “You’re actually upset.”

He gives a humorless laugh. “Do you know many people who would be unbothered by that character assessment?”

“Astrid, the twins, Patryk.”

“And now you’re comparing me to them. It’s like a giant hug.”

Her lips twitch. “I’ll give you this, you’re probably not as bad as them.”

“Probably. Well, I can die happy now. Probably not as bad as a bunch of sociopathic narcissists is exactly how I want to be viewed.”

The look on her face… It reminds him of the way she looked at him when they were first getting to know each other. Reluctantly amused. Intrigued against her better judgement. Whatever happens next, he wants to fall to his knees and thank the universe for once again giving him the chance to see her look at him without animosity.

“It’s good to have goals.” She walks to the door, stops for a moment. “This has been… illuminating. Your Majesty.”

He watches her go, his heart aching.

“Oh.”

He jumps at the surprised sound, his head swiveling to meet Juliana’s eyes. There’s no mistaking the hurt in them. Guilt churns in him as he easily imagines what she saw on his face when he looked at Emma.

Longing.

“Juli…”

She turns on her heel and leaves.

Juliana doesn’t say a word – at first. She talks and laughs like nothing has happened, giving nobody any indication that anything’s amiss. But when his parents and siblings retire to their suites, she whirls on him.

“Is there something between you and Emma?”

“No!” Not in this universe, anyway. But he must have hesitated for a split second too long because twin sparks of fury and pain light up in Juliana’s eyes.

“How could you do this? She’s Sebastyan’s girlfriend!”

“Juli, there is nothing between me and Emma.”

Something in his tone takes the fight out of her. Sorrow fills her eyes. “Do you realize how sad you sound when you say that?”

What can he say to that? Deny it? It’s devastating to him that he and Emma aren’t together. This was supposed to be their Christmas. The first of their lives together.

“I don’t… I’m not sad.” He’s not. He’s heartbroken. And from the look on Juliana’s face, he’s not the only one.

“You forget, Trystan, I know what you look like when you’re in love. I would recognize that look in your eyes anywhere.”

“I’m not…” The words die in his throat. He can’t bear for her to think that her husband is in love with another woman. But everything in him revolts at the idea of denying his feelings for Emma. He’s not doing that. Not ever again. “Juli, I swear to you, the man you married only has eyes for you.”

It isn’t a lie. He’s sure that the Trystan who married Juliana has never stopped being in love with her. But… that’s not him. He stopped being the Trystan that Juliana knew eight years ago.

“I’ll sleep in my rooms tonight.”

Her little sidelong glance tells him that she’s hoping he’ll protest. But he can’t. Different universe or not, the only person he wants in his bed is Emma.

He retires to his own suite and tries not to think that somewhere in the floor below, Emma is sharing a room with Sebastyan.

Firs and spruces. Hot cocoa and candy. This time, Trystan recognizes the Christmas tree farm immediately. Relieved, he wanders off in search of Jacob.

“Looking for me?” He appears out of thin air, dragging a Douglas fir.

“What have you done?”

“I gave you what you wanted.”

“This is not what I wanted. I wanted to save Juliana and Sebastyan, not lock myself into a completely different life!”

“You wanted to make different choices, and I gave you the opportunity to do that. Different choices lead to different lives, Trystan.”

He grits his teeth. “Undo it.”

“I’m afraid I don’t have that power.”

“Are you saying I’m doomed to spend the rest of my life watching the woman I love be in love with someone else? That I lost my best friends and my job? And there’s nothing I can do about it?”

“You misunderstand. I can’t undo it. You can.”

“How?”

“You have to accept.”

“Accept what?”

Jacob smiles. “Everything.”

The Christmas ball is magnificent.

It meets 21-year-old Juliana’s expectations and then some. Trystan has never seen the ballroom so exquisitely decorated, or actual enjoyment on the faces of their guests.

He finds himself sitting at the main table, next to Juliana and right across from Emma and Sebastyan. He was worried at first that Juliana’s behavior towards Emma would be different, but he should have known better. Juli would never hold someone’s feelings against another person. Regardless of who either of them is.

As the night unfolds, conversation turns to Emma’s job. Private investigators are unusual enough to perk their tablemates’ interest.  

“What was your worst case?” Markarov asks.

Emma’s hand tightens on the stem of her wine glass, her eyes shadowed. Trystan knows, without a doubt, what she’s about to say. “Have you heard of the Heartache Killer?”

Some of the people at the table gasp. Others simply look confused.

“It’s the serial killer who murdered Sonja Dormer,” Juliana explains somberly.

“Oh, I remember that. The killer was never caught, were they?”

Trystan sucks in a breath.

“No,” Emma says, her expression shuttered. “As far as I know, the police never even got a real lead.”

“It’s a shame you couldn’t take the case after you found her,” Marguerite says. “You would’ve found the killer.”

“Yeah, well, I was hired to find Sonja. I wasn’t hired to find her murderer.” She sighs. “I wish I had been though. Her mother never got the answers she needed.”

Trystan stands up and excuses himself. It’s utterly unbecoming of a king, but he can’t be in this room any longer.

He makes his way to the same balcony where he and Emma talked yesterday. He needs the familiar to deal with the information he’s just learned. Eleanor and Tony... they're still out there. How many more victims are there now that the only people investigating are the likes of Morris and Holbeck?

He closes his eyes. How did he fail to consider that he and Emma only ever met because of Sonja’s murder? That the only reason she ever agreed to see him again after that first day was because he hired her to catch the killer? Without him and Emma, Sonja, Bethany, and Reese would never have gotten justice. Without the two of them working side by side, Tony and Eleanor would still be at large, adding to their tally of victims.

It turns out he can’t undo his original life, the one he looked back on with such regret, without undoing the good he did for other people along with it. And if that’s the case… Does that mean he shouldn’t feel guilty in the first place? That he should accept that all lives come with good and bad experiences, that all choices lead to mixed outcomes, and you never know how far the ripple effect will reach? That it’s pointless to linger on "bad" choices unless it’s to learn from them?

Suddenly, something envelops him. It’s a strange sensation, unusual enough that it takes him a moment to recognize it, break it down.

Relief.

Acceptance.

Peace.

The balcony, the palace, Drakovia, it all blurs around him. He feels a floating sensation for a second. Then it all goes black.

He awakens with a jolt. A quick look around tells him he’s half-seated, half-lying on the couch, the remote still in his hand. The Christmas tree he decorated with Emma glitters in the dark.

He’s home.

He stands, shoves his keys into his pocket, and leaves.

A quick visit to the bar lets him know that Emma already went home. He redirects his steps towards her apartment, knocking urgently on the door once, twice, three times when it takes her more than five seconds to answer.

“I’m coming! For the record, it’s too damn late for this.” She yanks the door open. “Trystan? What are you doing here?”

He drinks her in. She’s wearing the Christmas sweater that Ruby gave her after Thanksgiving, the one she made her promise to wear a few times before relegating it to the back of her closet. For all of Emma’s grumbling, he’s convinced that she secretly loves it.  Her hair stands on end around her face, and her eyes are bleary with sleep.

It’s Emma. His Emma.

He takes one long step, gathering her to his chest with crushing force. “I missed you.”

“O… kay. Trystan, it’s been, like, three hours.”

He holds her closer. “It felt longer.”

“Hey.” She runs a hand up and down his back. “What’s going on?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me.”

“I will, but… let’s just stay like this for a while.” He buries his face in her neck, breathing in the scent of her. “Please.”

She says nothing. Instead, she tugs him into the apartment and leads him to her bed. They curl up together, not speaking, simply holding each other. It’s exactly what he needs.

“Emma?”

“Hmm?”

He cups her jaw and looks into her eyes. “I love you with every beat of my heart. You know that, right?”

She turns her head, kisses his palm. “Right back atcha.”

They lie there together until they fall asleep. For the first time, he doesn't regret a thing.

[yulin-pop]

⤷ ✧ Duck down

Gender neutral

- order 53 | Headcanons | Heartslabyul

Basically, dodging their kisses.

Ace Trappola

He’s so mad. Now it’s just weird because he doesn’t know what to do. He would try it in a casual way like when he was saying goodbye. He wasn’t even going for the lips, he was just trying to kiss you good night but apparently you don’t like good night kisses!! He runs out the door right after that.

He acts offended but he’s actually just really embarrassed. He was sure that it was the right time to try it but he messed it all up.

YOU'VE KISSED HIM BEFORE WHAT'S WRONG NOW?? Turns out, it was just your natural instinct to dodge him like that but he will never get over that embarrassment.

“Hey, when I do this you’re gonna swerve me again, right?” He said while grabbing your chin with one hand.

“Maybe?” You shrugged, you felt his other hand pull on your cheek and the other one doing the same.

“Forget it! This is all you’re getting!”

Deuce Spade

He just stares and apologizes. He’s just thinking in his head about such an idiot he is. You can tell he’s embarrassed by that mortified expression on his face. He evacuates the area as fast as possible.

Even after you explain it was just your natural instincts, he doesn’t try for the next few days because he’s just so terrified that you’ll swerve him again.

The only way he’ll go back to normal is if you initiate it first. Then he’s back to his usual self (aka being absolutely whipped).

“Deuce, are you okay?”

“Ah…. Yes.” He muttered almost incoherently. You smiled with your hand still on his cheek.

Grim scowled, “I think I’m gonna be sick… take that somewhere else.”

Cater Diamond

Absolutely flabbergasted. Also personally insulted. How could you do that to him? He starts yelling about how fucked up that was.

“MC… HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?! YOU’RE SO WRONG FOR THAT!!”

He’s sulking for a while and even when you explain that your body pretty much moved on it’s own, he won’t get over it.

“Oh c'mon Cater, you can’t sulk forever. Don’t ignore me.” You demanded but he wouldn’t budge.

He scrolled through MagiCam, the audio of the videos playing out loud. “Cater.” Still no response. You stood up from the couch and walked off. Cater glanced up and saw you were missing.

“MC—“

You grabbed his shoulders from behind the couch and leaned down to give him a peck on the cheek. “Gotchu.”

Trey Clover

He apologizes immediately. He moved like a good few inches away from you l. He’s embarrassed but mostly because he had gotten too confident with you.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I think I should just go now.”

“Wait no COME BACK!!”

He doesn’t listen and just leaves immediately. Yeah you have to explain over text or the next day that it just caught you off guard. All is well after that.

“Wait Trey, you’re not allowed to leave until you give me a kiss.”

He laughed and scratched the back of his head. “Really? Don’t tell me you’ll just swerve me.”

You shook your head and ran up to him. He placed your hand on the back of your head and gave a quick kiss on the top of your head. “Okay! You’re allowed to leave now.”

Riddle Rosehearts

He’s dejected. He gets so sad in an instant when you move your head to the side and lightly push his shoulder. He doesn’t understand why, he assumes he did something wrong.

He’s actually somewhat embarrassed when it happened. If anybody was around to see if, he would’ve just died right there and then.

“I’m… sorry about that.” He lowered his head.

“No it’s alright.” You tried to comfort but those puppy dog eyes—

Your hands that rested on his shoulders slid up and held his face. You quickly leaned forward and pecked his lips. “See, it’s fine!”

[fanartandfanfiction]

Hogwarts Legacy modern AU

MC is walking down the hall with Meatball draped across her shoulders.

Sharp -sees her and literally jumps backwards-

Sharp: MC?

MC: Yes?

Sharp: What are you doing?

MC: Going for a walk.

Sharp: Perhaps I should be more clear. Why do you have a large snake across your shoulders?

MC: Oh! This is Meatball! Ominis and I rescued him.

Sharp: Alright…That still doesn’t answer my question as to why you’re wearing him like a scarf.

MC: Because we’re besties now. Meatball, go say hello

Sharp: -stumbling backwards- Not necessary!

MC: He won’t hurt you! He’s the sweetest little Meatball!

Sharp: It pains me to admit it, especially to a student, but I have a bit of a phobia of snakes.

MC: Oh! We didn’t mean to scare you.

Sharp: It’s fine.

MC: Would you like to face your fear? Meatball is super sweet, he understands English.

Sharp: How could you possibly know that?

MC: Oh, Ominis is a parseltongue.

Sharp: -sarcastically- Of course. Silly me. Why wouldn’t one of you possess that ability? I’m going to my classroom. Goodbye.

-20 minutes later-

MC: Professor Sharp, are you busy?

Sharp: -sighs- What is it now?

MC, Ominis, and Meatball walk in.

Sharp: I should have known you weren’t going to give this up.

MC: I just thought maybe it would be helpful if you had a conversation with him. I brought Ominis to act as an interpreter.

Sharp: Very well. You’ll just hound me otherwise.

MC: -sits down across from his desk, holding Meatball- Meatball, this is Professor Sharp. He’s one of my favorite people.

Meatball: pleasure to meet you.

Sharp: Hello.

Meatball: MC has spoken highly of you. Anyone that has earned her trust has earned mine.

Sharp: -expression softens- Oh. Well, thank you. I apologize for being frightened by you. I’ve been bitten several times in the past and nearly died.

Meatball: I’m sorry that happened to you. We often bite out of fear. You may touch my tail if you’d like.

Sharp: -tentatively reaches out and touches his tail-

MC: See? He’s not so bad.

-Meatball lifts his head up and flicks his tongue with a smile (or as much as a snake can smile)

Sharp: He is quite docile. Would you mind if I try to pet you?

Meatball: Go ahead.

Sharp: -strokes Meatball’s back and works up to his head and smiles-

Meatball: This one is kind and gentle. I like him.

Sharp: Thank you. I think this has been helpful.

MC: Anytime! Meatball and I are besties. Come on, I made you a little cowboy hat, I think August could be western-themed.

Meatball: Yay!

[actualbird]

dear zak sir, pardon me 3am luke thoughts that help me sleep at night.... but have u ever wondered WHAT IS rosa never did reciprocated (romantically) how luke felt for her, like would it be a "oh u don't like me back (that way) i guess that makes it easier for me. u shouldn't love me anyways" or would he be really devastated about it............... (eye eye)

hello anon!! this is a heartwrenching ask! klJBLSKJDFLSD but it also made me think. and the conclusion i ended up with turned out more life-affirming than sad

in a lukerosa universe, if mc does not reciprocate, i dont think that luke would be like.....completely devastated.

of course, i still do think that he wouldnt take it well, especially in the beginning. i think that he would go through a bit of a dark period in life, because in the route where luke does get with mc, it's clearly shown that mc's intervention (which happened due to her developing romantic feelings) is what made him start to turn a new leaf and stop being as self-isolating and self-destructive. he learns to be better because of her love. so if she doesnt reciprocate, i definitely think he'll be Rather Down About It, very much in the way that you describe: "you shouldnt love me anyways" this quiet, almost gentle self-deprecating and self-punishing view of "oh, i deserve this. i deserve to be unloved."

but thats where hes wrong

because i still do believe that even in a world where mc isnt romantically interested in him, that she still obviously loves and cares about him. it may not be in the same way that he loves her, but that love and care is still absolutely real, and still absolutely has the power of change that her romantic love did.

in essence: just because shes not in love with him, doesnt mean she doesnt still love him. she would still want him to live well, to be happy, to take care of himself

and that, i think, would still incite luke to better himself. it'll take a loooooot of work, obvi, but he's never been one to deny his beloved anything, even if it turns out to be one-sided

in addition to all this, my view is that luke's romantic love for mc is like.....not particularly hinged on reciprocity

it just is

he loves her the same way the sun always rises, like universal truth that reveals itself day after day. he loves her the same way he inhales and exhales, he loves her the same way tomorrow will always come. his love is not something that needs to be "paid" or "rewarded", even if that would be nice. his love is simply absolute. no strings attached. luke's love strikes me as "i love you, and it's okay that you dont love me the same way. i still love you and i will always hope that you find happiness and joy."

sorry to reference another media, but it's kinda like in Frieren: luke is very Himmel The Hero-coded when it comes to his love. the same way himmel lived through his whole life and died loving frieren, feeling no resentment yet also no decrease on his love despite never being reciprocated in his lifetime, i see as also luke also loving along this same vein.

he'll need to work on his self-loathing and commit to being a better person to himself, yes, but i dont think it would be the end of his world if he were not loved back romantically

after the initial heartbreak, he will still see that he is loved, be it in different ways

and that makes a difference

[albywritesfiction]

Wow I'm loving the premise of this IF 👏, and I saw in a previous ask that you took some inspiration from Remarried Empress 🥰, which I'm also a huge fan of 😍, so I have quite a few questions 😅😁

1. So does this mean we can also end up having our EX begging, pleading, pining and fighting for us at some point in the story like Sovieshit? Because I'd love to rub my new romance in their face 😈, especially when MC is looking even better at a ball or something when we make an entrance or dance 💃🕺

2. And how capable and popular is MC with the nobility and the public, I understand we won't be as popular as Helene *coughs* trashta *coughs* 🤢🤮 with regards to the public, but I hope we can still be a capable and well liked figure and in not just our own territory📚👸?

3. If we choose to go home does it block us from romance with the 2nd Prince? and vice versa with the best friend 🤔

4. and will the two paths converge at some point, because I wouldn't mind having a choice at any point through a path to travel back and forth between home and the capital 🤭

5. I dont know if its been asked but what about MCs parents or siblings or family, do we have any and how's their relationship with MC ☺

Sorry its quite a few asks 😅 but I'm too invested, good luck with your work and wishing you the best

Hello wayflame!

This was a fun ask! Answers under the cut 😊

Hmm you’ll just have to wait and see! Would be pretty satisfying though for him to come crawling back only to be slapped in the face by your new relationship with his brother… *cue innocent whistling*

This is also kinda within spoiler territory 😅 I can tell you though that just because Helene’s more popular with the people doesn’t mean that they’ve forgotten about MC’s accomplishments. They still acknowledge that MC is a very capable individual and treat MC with respect (and not just because they’re the heir of House Argentius), it’s just that a lot of them are a little too into real-life fairytales 😅

Yes. Ædric is needed at the capital while Cyfrin is needed at the duchy, so you won’t be able to spend enough time with Ædric if you go home or with Cyfrin if you stay.

Unfortunately, no. You’ll be pretty busy wherever you choose to go, so you won’t have time to travel back and forth within the story 😅

MC is an only child and their mother died when they were pretty young, but their father has never been shy in letting them know just how much he loves them. He’s a good balance between “I’ll dote on my child by getting them everything they want! Oh, you want to have the neighboring empire, my dear? Hold on, Daddy’s going to go on a little war conquest 🥰,” and “No. You can’t have anything if you’re not 100% perfect. How else are you going to take that empire you want so badly with your own hands? 100 laps around the duchy, now!”

I’m glad you like the premise! I don’t mind how many questions you had, as long as you don’t mind that it took a while for me to answer them 😅 Thank you for the well wishes!

[anonymousewrites]

One Hell of a Love (Book 1.5) Chapter Thirteen

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Thirteen: One Hell of an Instrument

Summary: The Phantomhive household goes to the Trancy Halloween Celebration, and the Trancies plot their downfall.

Mouse Note: Time to catch Sebastian simping. Oh and of course I’m about to simp over MC, too. Comment what you think!

            “The Trancys are plotting something,” said (Y/N) as they and Sebastian loaded the carriage to head off.

            “Indeed,” said Sebastian. “We must both be wary. Every servant in that mansion is a demon. If it comes to a fight, it will be two versus five.”

            (Y/N) cocked their head. “I thought we were unusual in working together.”

            “The triplets seem loyal in some way to Hannah, the maid,” said Sebastian. His gaze darkened. “But I am unsure why she remains in the mansion. She is clearly powerful but bows readily to the Lord of the household.”

            “Whatever is going on there, I don’t like it. And that’s coming from a demon,” said (Y/N). “I’ll remain with the servants and anyone else we know at the ball to ensure nothing happens to them if you and Ciel are called away.”

            Sebastian nodded. “Good.”

            (Y/N) picked up a box and placed it in the carriage. “That’s the last of the costumes for Finnian, Baldroy, Mey-Rin, and myself. The Young Master’s is in a separate trunk.”

            Sebastian smirked. “They convinced you to wear a costume.”

            (Y/N)’s nose twitched. “They’re not afraid to approach me. You scare them more. Fortunately, I avoided doing a group costume with them. Unfortunately, I’m dressing as a vampire.”

            Sebastian tsked. “One of that kind? A true step down for a demon.”

            “I still wear black, at least,” said (Y/N). They smirked. “And the outfit…Well, it is fit for a demon, so I have nothing to complain about.”

            Sebastian sincerely hoped that he got to see them in it. But he absolutely didn’t want Claude to look at them.

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            “Alois Trancy,” said Ciel as the carriage rolled through the forest. “You said the late Earl Trancy died three years ago, didn’t you?”

            “Yes,” said Sebastian.

            “Three years ago…” Ciel remembered the tragedy of his own life that occurred three years ago. He pushed those thoughts aside and continued, “Alois was kidnapped when he was little and went missing for a long time, but then he came back, shortly before his father died, bringing with him a mysterious butler. Right?”

            “Correct,” said (Y/N).

            “I feel I have heard this story before somewhere,” said Sebastian.

            Ciel turned away. “It happens often.”

            The carriage came to a stop, and Sebastian stepped down. He guided (Y/N) down next as a proper butler and then bowed as Ciel stepped to the ground.

            “We’re going in through the back door,” said Baldroy, turning the carriage to park it.

            “See you later, Young Master,” said Mey-Rin cheerfully.

            “You can look forward to seeing our costumes!” said Finny.

            Sebastian stepped towards the door and raised a hand to knock. The door opened before he touched it. Claude stood in the doorway. His eyes slid off (Y/N) and Ciel.

            “You must be Earl Ciel Phantomhive,” said Claude. He bowed slightly. “We have been awaiting you. I am the butler of this house. My name is Claude Faustus.” He stepped to the side and opened the door wider. “Please enter.”

            Sebastian paused and looked up before entering. Ciel glanced at him. “What is it?”

            Claude followed Sebastian’s gaze. “Ah, yes.” There was a spiderweb in the corner. “Spiders form part of the Trancy family crest, so it is our custom not to kill them.”

            “Indeed. If you try to brush them off, they will just cling to you and never let go,” said Sebastian. His words were courteous but sharp.

            Claude didn’t have an answer. “Please.” He bowed to allow them to enter once more.

            Ciel, (Y/N), and Sebastian walked in. Ciel paused as he entered the foyer, his vision swimming as he took in the room that had the slightest air of familiarity. He stumbled back, and Sebastian steadied him.

            “Is something wrong, Young Master?” said Sebastian. He and (Y/N) exchanged a glance. It was a risk being here.

            “Not at all.” Ciel stood straight, furrowing his brow. He glanced at Claude. “Can my butler and maid come with me?”

            “That would be fine,” said Claude.

            “Let’s go,” said Ciel.

            “Very well,” said Sebastian.

            “Yes, my Lord,” said (Y/N).

            “I am sorry.” Claude spoke before they left. “Unfortunately, my Master is away on business. He will be back for the costume ball.”

            “I see,” said Ciel.

            “I have prepared tea for you in the drawing room,” said Claude. He bowed his head. “Everyone else is already there.”

            “Everyone else?” wondered Ciel as Sebastian opened the door to the drawing room.

            “Ciel!” Elizabeth ran towards him and hugged him eagerly.

            “Elizabeth!” exclaimed Ciel in surprise.

            “Call me Lizzy!” said Elizabeth insistently.

            “Aren’t you late, Earl?” said Lau, relaxing on a divan with Ran-Mao. (Sebastian and (Y/N) had thoroughly vetted him and decided he was back on good behavior, so that plus his usefulness for information allowed him back into Ciel’s life).

            “Lau?” Ciel hadn’t expected him, either. “Were you all invited, too? That means…” He looked around in confusion.

            “What?” asked Elizabeth.

            “I thought Madame Red would be here, too,” said Ciel. “She’s the kind of person that’d do anything to participate in such an event.”

            Everyone shifted uncomfortably. Sebastian and (Y/N) had informed them of Ciel’s “accident” during the fires of London, so nobody would tell him anything upsetting, but they all knew the truth of Madame Red being dead.

            “Ciel!” Soma jumped at the Earl and hugged him, successfully changing the subject from Madame Red, but also further confusing Ciel since he didn’t remember meeting Soma. “Ciel! Ciel!” Tears streamed down Soma’s cheeks.

            “Who are you? Let go!” said Ciel.

            “Who am I? So you don’t…!” Soma’s tears continued.

            “I told you to let go!” said Ciel.

            “Is he by any chance…?” whispered Elizabeth.

            “Yes. Prince Soma,” informed Sebastian quietly.

            “But this way, Ciel will figure everything out!” said Elizabeth worriedly.

            “Do not worry. Agni, the Prince’s khansama, is always with him and won’t allow things to go wrong,” said (Y/N). They smiled. “He is quite capable, I assure you, my Lady.”

            Sebastian was torn between his respect for Agni and his dislike for the obvious fact that Agni was (Y/N)’s favorite human since he was the most interesting. He didn’t like people gaining their affection in any way, not when he hadn’t secured their affections himself. That being said, Sebastian understood their respect for Agni. After all, all three were friends.

            “No, please don’t, Prince Soma,” said Agni, pulling Soma off of Ciel.

            “No! Ciel, Ciel!” Soma protested.

            “What’s with him?” muttered Ciel.

            Agni glanced at Sebastian, who smiled in acknowledgement of his human friend. Agni returned the smile, and (Y/N) added one.

            “I am sorry,” said Agni, bowing to Ciel. “He is the twenty-sixth son of the King of Bengal, Prince Soma Asman Kadar.”

            “Why does the Prince cry when he looks at me?” said Ciel.

            “Ciel!” Soma moved for Ciel again, but Agni intercepted him. “Even though we have finally met…”

            “He is moved to be meeting the founder of the Funtom Company,” said Agni, capable as ever. “Toys made by the Funtom Company are very rare in our country.”

            “Our memories will never vanish!” cried Soma.

            “These toys remind the Prince of a friend,” said Agni.

            “No matter what happens, our friendship will—!”

            “He was a very important friend to the Prince,” said Agni. He was being worked to the bone. “Unfortunately…that friend…he…” Tears gathered in the edges of Agni’s eyes. “How tragic, Prince!”

            “Agni!” Soma and his khansama embraced.

            “I think they are beyond hope,” said Sebastian, distracting Ciel. “Let us retire to your room, Young Master. You have to get ready for the ball. Come.”

            They walked through the halls, guided by one of the triplets. Once inside the room, Ciel turned to his servants.

            “There is something going on here,” said Ciel. “I want more information on the Trancy family. Sebastian, look around for more information. Investigate thoroughly.”

            “Yes, my Lord,” said Sebastian.

            This was it. (Y/N) would watch over the ball, and Sebastian would handle anything happening behind the scenes.

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            (Y/N) hovered at the edges of the ball to keep an eye on the Trancy servants. Even if he was busy, Ciel was still Sebastian’s responsibility, so (Y/N) was on “people Ciel claims aren’t friends but would upset him if they were hurt” duty.

            They watched Finny, Baldroy, and Mey-Rin, dressed as the three Chinese monster musketeers, try to convince Ciel, a pirate, to join them as another character from the fable, but he wasn’t having it. Elizabeth also wanted him to stay with her since she was dressed as a princess (“Who runs away with a pirate prince” -Elizabeth, very excited). Lau and Ran-Mao were wearing more dramatic traditional Chinese outfits, which didn’t surprise (Y/N) since it crossed Lau’s desire to show off with his laziness.

            (Y/N) stood in their vampire costume. They wore a black dress with a slit up the leg, and they had skin-colored gloves with black beadwork overtop to create a “magic” effect. Finally, they had the staple red lip and their canines sharply extended to give the vampiric effect. At least if they had to dress up as such a creature they looked good. (Y/N) wouldn’t stand to look like a fool.

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            “What a splendid room,” said Sebastian, turning from the bedside table he’d been looking through as Claude entered. “The bed making, the way it is cleaned, even the table’s interior; all perfect. I can feel your profound consideration for the person who will use this room. I have learned so much.” His words were a front of pleasantry as the other demon watched him.

            “Do not bother,” said Claude. “You are so devoted to your duty that you went as far as imitating a sneaky thief. I am the one impressed.”

            Sebastian smirked. “Thank you kindly.” He walked to the door and paused behind Claude. His gaze darkened. “I will not hand the Young Master over to you because I am one hell of a butler; the young master’s butler.”

            “I will obey my Master’s orders unconditionally. I am also one hell of a butler,” said Claude with equal seriousness. His eyes met Sebastian’s. “Just as (Y/N) is one hell of a maid.”

            “(Y/N) is a Phantomhive servant. Of course they are of the highest caliber, even amongst our kind.” He didn’t like Claude bringing them up. “You should know they are capable of handling anything the Trancy household attempts.” Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. “Just as I am. Whatever…interest you have in them…I’d advise you to find other diversions.” The warning was clear: Sebastian may not know what Claude wanted with (Y/N), but he would step in if necessary. He wouldn’t give up Ciel or (Y/N).

            “I have no need for diversions. What else could be more interesting?” Claude’s threat was equally clear: he designs against (Y/N) weren’t to be dissuaded so simply.

            Sebastian didn’t dignify him with an answer and brushed out of the room to continue his investigations. However, he knew that the Trancy manor wanted something with Ciel and Claude wanted something with (Y/N). He would remain on guard.

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            (Y/N) pulled Finny, Baldroy, and Mey-Rin to the side after they nearly destroyed the ballroom attempting to “help” the triplets. Of course, they were demons while the troublesome trio were humans, so the triplets were more capable. Since they weren’t causing an issue for (Y/N) yet, they let them work.

            They straightened and scanned the room again. (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. Ciel was gone. Whether he was taken or left on his own accord, something was about to happen. They faced the Trancy servants and narrowed their eyes. Very well. Sebastian could handle Ciel. (Y/N) would handle the ballroom and whatever the Trancys had planned.

            The doors of the ballroom opened, and Hannah, dressed in a black dress designed to show off her assets and direct all eyes to her, pushed something covered by a red cloth in. The guests paused and whispered in wonder as she stopped in the center of the room.

            (Y/N) narrowed their eyes. They could sense malevolent energy radiating from both the demoness and the object beneath the cloth. Hannah pulled the cloth away with a flourish to reveal a seat and a strange instrument in black with white bones carved in.

            “What’s that?” wondered Mey-Rin.

            “Maybe a musical instrument?” said Finny excitedly.

            Hannah opened the instrument to reveal violet and gold bowls that could be rotated. (Y/N) knew it on sight—a demon’s instrument. Hannah sat on the bench before the instrument and slowly licked her fingers to wet them to play. The men (and a number of women) blushed at the action. (Y/N) nearly rolled their eyes. It was textbook seduction, a basic technique for simple-minded humans (which were abundant in the room).

            Hannah pushed the pedal of the instrument, and the bowls began to turn. She put her hands out, and a haunting melody began to surround the audience as she played. The song swirled in (Y/N)’s heart, as deep and dark as their own non-soul. They could feel the black magic in the melody, pulling humans closer with a siren song.

            And then, the demonic instrument struck. The mortals grabbed their ears as the songs of hell pained them. They clutched their heads in agony as the melody swelled with power. (Y/N) and Hannah alone stood unaffected, demons among humans.

            “What’s going on with them?” asked Lau innocently.

            Ah, so there were some humans unaffected. (Y/N) nearly deadpanned when they saw Lau and Ran-Mao, wearing earplugs, looking around at the mortals cowering in pain. However, they refrained from deadpanning since it showed a solution to the issue—stop the humans from hearing. At least that didn’t seem to give any other harmful effects.

            The other humans, however, were going worse. They straightened as the music infected them. Wild grins split their features. Their eyes glowed violet. The humans circled Ciel’s friends, grabbing various items as weapons.

            “Agni, watch them!” warned (Y/N), knocking an attacker to the ground unconscious. “The instrument is controlling them!”

            “Understood!” said Agni. He unwrapped his Right Hand of Kali and swiftly hit the Phantomhive servant’s nerves, blocking their hearing and saving them from the demonic music. “They’re coming,” he warned them, tying Soma’s deerstalker around his ears to shield him.

            Ran-Mao swiftly kicked several approaching people away. (Y/N) pinched the nerves on Paula and Elizabeth’s neck to gently knock them unconscious to protect them from the battle and the effects of the music.

            “Agni, stop them by knocking them unconscious!” ordered Soma.

            “Jo ajna!” said Agni. Finny, Baldroy, and Mey-Rin obeyed the order as well.

            As people were knocked down, though, Hannah’s hypnotic hymn awoke them again, and they rejoined the fight. The music thrummed in their veins.

            “Damn it! There are too many of them!” said Soma.

            “I will handle it,” said (Y/N).

            They leapt over the attackers and grabbed the wine bottle and glasses. They would fight fire with fire or, in this case, music with music. With demonic precision and speed, (Y/N) set out the numerous glasses and poured various amounts of wine in, deep red. (Y/N) looked down at Hannah and smirked, pulling their gloves off. In a purposeful movement, they licked their fingers, taunting Hannah with how easy it was to replicate what she did. It was a prelude to (Y/N)’s music that would surpass Hannah’s.

            (Y/N)’s fingers smoothed the edges of the wine glasses, and a soft tone echoed through the room, threading its way into the demon instrument’s song. They let the note hold before playing to their full ability. They moved across the balcony overlooking the ballroom, each finger drawing new melodies from the wine glasses, weaving new harmonies into Hannah’s demonic song.

            The attacking humans froze and turned to listen to the combination of melodies new circling them. The Phantomhive servants and friends watched in pleased surprise as (Y/N) played the cups.

            “I suddenly feel calm…” sighed Finny.

            “It’s so relaxing,” said Mey-Rin appreciatively.

            “Amazing,” said Agni. “The melody performed by (Y/N) is overlapping with that woman’s music, modifying its timbre. It sounded so eerie and ominous, and now it is so gentle and full of affection.”

            The watchers gazed at Hannah and (Y/N) as they played with pure focus, music soaring to new heights of beauty, nearly angelic in quality. Even the newcomers in the ballroom paused. Ciel stood beside the group, finally having made it back to the ballroom after Alois revealed he had planted a threat. The Earl was satisfied that (Y/N) had already handled the situation.

            Sebastian gazed up at the cat demon, nothing less than enraptured by their grace, music, and appearance. Dear Satan, he had wanted to see their outfit after (Y/N) declared it fit for a demon, but they hadn’t imagined this.

            Sebastian found (Y/N) sinfully attractive no matter what they wore, but that dress was seduction incarnate. It was temptation sewn into a gown of desire and lust. The neckline and high slit tempted the eye, and the silk of the gown clung to (Y/N) in all the right ways. Lace trailed over their thigh, skin gleaming in the slit of the dress. Skin-colored gloves hung over the banister as they played the cups, but Sebastian could easily imagine how the black beading overtop the gloves must have gleamed like jewels of shadow on them. The only color on them was a blood red lip.

            Sebastian could imagine the imprint they would leave on his pale skin if those lips were to touch him. It was the same way he could imagine the softness of the gown as he pushed it up, slowly tracing down to their exposed thigh where he could slip his hand under—

            Sebastian let out a breath. (Y/N) was sin incarnate.

            The only thing that ruined the situation was the golden irises gazing gluttonously at (Y/N). Claude’s eyes were nothing short of predatory as they took in (Y/N)’s appearance and performance. Sebastian could see the hunger for them, as intense as a demon’s hunger for a pure soul, covetous and obsessive.

            Claude desired (Y/N).

            Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. He wouldn’t let Claude have them.

            So even as the rest of the audience clapped when the demonic instrument shattered and the performance ended, Sebastian remained somber. He barely managed to rally his attitude when (Y/N) leapt down beside Hannah and bowed with her to the watchers. Sebastian slowly clapped, keeping up appearances. At the back of his mind, the threat of Claude’s presence and designs for Ciel’s soul and (Y/N) remained.

            “Very well handled,” said Sebastian, managing to slide a smile onto his face as (Y/N) approached.

            “I told you I would handle the ballroom,” said (Y/N), smirking as they pulled on their gloves again.

            Sebastian attempted (and failed) to ignore how the shift in their hips as they stopped walking exposed their leg through the slit of their dress. It was not an appropriate thought for the moment, not when so many threats were around.

            “What was that instrument?” asked Ciel, and Sebastian was thankful for the change in focus from (Y/N).

            “An armonica,” said (Y/N).

            “It was popular in the eighteenth century. People likened it to the singing voice of an angel,” said Sebastian.

            “But it became known as the a ‘demon’s instrument’ because it confused the hearts of those possessed by its song,” explained (Y/N). “Thus it was forgotten.”

            “I reckon a demon’s instrument created by man was no match for you,” said Ciel.

            “Indeed. To our kind, the music is quite pleasant,” said (Y/N).

            “So, what was that chaos?” asked Soma.

            “Mere entertainment,” said the voice of Alois Trancy as the ballroom doors opened to reveal him. “Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for being late.” He walked to the center of the ballroom. “I am Alois Trancy. I am pleased to make your acquaintance. I am glad to see you enjoyed the show in my absence.” Behind him, the triplets pulled the armonica away and helped guide Hannah out. “It was a beautiful performance,” he said, standing before (Y/N). “It seems you have great musical talent.”

            “Thank you, my Lord,” said (Y/N) politely. “I was simply doing my job.” They glanced at Claude, offput by the intensity of his gaze.

            “You have good servants, Earl Phantomhive,” said Alois.

            “I do,” said Ciel curtly.

            “Young Master.” Sebastian spoke, and his voice was light and amiable, his face smiling, but (Y/N) saw the darkness behind him. “I wish to speak to Mr. Claude for a while. Is that alright?”

            (Y/N) glanced at him. It seemed like a risk to face another demon purposefully, but they wouldn’t interrupt him. Sebastian wanted to figure out how to handle Ciel’s soul, and Claude clearly had information. Ciel’s soul was none of (Y/N)’s business.

            “Why don’t you go, Claude?” said Alois, grinning in amusement. His appearance suddenly switched, and he scowled. “You have ten minutes to settle the matter. If you can’t do it, I’ll punish you.”

            “Yes, Your Highness,” said Claude.

            “Get this over with quickly, understood?” ordered Ciel.

            “Yes, my Lord,” said Sebastian.

            (Y/N)’s hand brushed over Sebastian’s arm. Their gaze was clear: be careful. They didn’t want him getting hurt.

            Sebastian was touched, and he nodded. Any softness in his gaze from looking at (Y/N) melted away as his eyes turned towards Claude. It was time to deal with him.

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[blueraineshadows]

Hi! I read your last fic with Ominis and was wondering if you could do a part 2 where Sebastian returns and what will happen next 😬 Thank you, wish you a wonderful day/night!

No problem! 💚 Thank you for the Request 💜

Last time, Ominis nearly died which prompted a confession out of him. MC got a little spicy 🌶

What will happen when Sebastian returns? 🤔

Ominis Gaunt x F!MC - fluff/mentions of spice 🔞

The common room was quiet, just how Ominis liked it, and he was seated in his favourite chair. MC would be along any moment, she was fetching the book she had been reading to him and he was looking forward to the next chapter.

He heard footsteps approaching, but they weren't MC's, these were slightly heavier. He tilted his head, frowning a little, those steps were familiar.

"Hello, Ominis, long time no see."

Ominis sat up straight, lips parting in surprise. It had been months since he had heard that familiar tone. "Sebastian!"

"That's me," he said. Ominis could hear the smile in his voice. "I thought I would surprise you rather than send an owl."

"And you have succeeded," Ominis replied. He stood. "This is a surprise, but it is good to hear your voice my friend."

An anxious band tightened around his chest as Sebastian slung his arm around his shoulders to give him a squeeze. Ominis tried to smile through the panic. MC would be back any moment, and they'd had no time to prepare for this.

Sebastian did not know about them, did not know how intimate he had become with MC.

"So, what's the gossip? It's been a while since your last owl. What have I missed?" Sebastian asked.

Ominis gave a little shrug. "Well..."

As if on demand, the tap of MC's feet sounded on the metal walkway from the dorms, growing closer. Ominis held his breath, his ears straining desperately towards her. Her step paused and he heard her swift intake of breath. He heard Sebastian's name slip from her lips in a whisper, the thud of something hitting the floor, presumably the book, and then she was running towards them.

"Sebastian!" Her voice was a cry of delight. Ominis felt his heart sink at the sound of their bodies colliding fiercely, the ooof noise that burst from Sebastian's lips.

He could only imagine the sight of them entwined in a hug, bodies pressed close. Envy was a terrible thing, and he savoured the bitterness of it on his tongue.

"Wow, MC, did you miss me?" Sebastian chuckled.

"Every day," she said. From the muffled sound of her voice, she was still in his arms.

"She was very disappointed that you didn't write more often," Ominis said. He could hear the pissy tone of his voice and cared little.

There was the rustle of clothing as they released each other. Ominis desperately wanted to go to her, take her hand in his, have some form of physical contact, some reassurance from her. But he remained still, his hand clutching at his robe.

"Ah yes, sorry about that," Sebastian said. "But I'm back now. How are you?"

"I'm good," MC said. "Come and sit, tell me everything. How is Anne?"

Ominis moved to sit back in his chair while they sat on the sofa, chatting happily. Ominis had been so caught up with his anxiousness, he had not asked about Anne. But apparently she was doing well. He tried to enjoy the conversation, but he was finding it difficult, trying not to imagine that they might be holding hands.

When Sebastian turned the conversation around to MC, Ominis tensed. Sebastian wanted all her news.

"The biggest news would have to be myself and Ominis," she said, brightly.

"Oh?"

"Yes, we have grown rather close over the last few weeks," she said. A little giggle slipped from her lips. "Very close in fact."

Ominis felt his cheeks warm considerably. "MC..."

"Is that right?" Sebastian drawled. "Well, this is certainly news to me. You kept that one quiet, Ominis."

"Yes, well, I didn't want to sound like I was bragging or anything," he said.

"Oh, Ominis," MC said. She moved from the sofa to come and clasp his hand. Ominis held it gladly, drawing great comfort from her touch. "It's not bragging at all."

A beat of silence. "Well, as long as you're both happy, then I'm happy too," Sebastian said, a little tightly. "As for me, I've got some catching up to do, so if anyone needs me I'll be in the library."

"It's so good to have you back, Sebastian," MC said.

Sebastian didn't answer her, but he was quiet before the sound of his retreating footsteps carried across the common room. Ominis wondered what expressions the two of them had exchanged. MC gave a little sigh and Ominis gave her hand a squeeze. "Everything alright, my love?"

"He looked sad, Ominis," she said. "For all his upbeat chatter, his eyes told a different story."

"I must admit, I was worried how he would react about us two," Ominis said. "He seemed to handle it well."

"Why wouldn't he?"

Ominis hesitated. He was reluctant to say too much in case it put thoughts in her head, thoughts he didnt want her to have. But then, he couldnt bring himself to lie either. "I must be honest with you, MC. I think he may have harboured some affection towards you himself during fifth year. That was partly why I never mentioned my own feelings sooner."

"And you're telling me this now?" MC gasped. "My goodness, and there was me dropping it on him just like that! I had no idea he felt that way."

"So, you don't return those feelings at all?"

MC was quiet, her fingers caressing the back of his hand. "Sebastian is a very handsome boy, Ominis. I would be liar if I said I didn't think so. But I hadn't thought to take it any further than that. It hasn't always been plain sailing between myself and Sebastian, there are a lot of other things that got in the way of those kinds of ideas."

"And if there hadn't been those troubles, what then?" His heart constricted.

He felt her shrug. "I honestly have no idea, and, like yourself, I would rather be honest with you than tell you untruths. I felt a deeper connection with you however, especially once the troubles were over, and Sebastian was gone. I do not regret us, how could I? You are so very dear to me, Ominis, never think otherwise."

He tugged her hand closer, pressing it to his cheek. "You are dear to me also, MC. Perhaps more than you know."

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Ominis prepared for bed, turning down the blanket and removing his robe. The dorm room door opened and Sebastian's footfalls crossed to his bed. He flopped on to it with a groan.

"Everything alright?" Ominis asked.

Sebastian was quiet. Ominis thought he wasn't going to answer his question and sat on the edge of his bed, his back to Sebastian. He kicked his slippers from his feet.

"Do you love her, Ominis?"

Ominis stilled, his heart skipping slightly. "Yes, I do," he said, truthfully.

Sebastian moved on his bed, a few footsteps sounded, and then Ominis felt his own mattress dip as he sat with him. "And, does she love you?"

Ominis hesitated. MC had never used the word 'love', but she had shown her affections in other ways. "I hope so," Ominis said with a sigh.

"Me too," Sebastian said. He put a firm hand on Ominis' shoulder. "You deserve it."

Ominis swallowed hard. "I had been worried you might be jealous," he admitted.

Sebastian chuckled. "Oh, I am," he said. "Dreadfully so. MC has the sexiest arse I've ever seen. You're a lucky man, my friend."

Ominis flushed a bright pink. Sebastian shifted and Ominis felt his elbow dig into his side. "Come on then, let's hear it, dish the details. Have you done the deed yet?"

Ominis clicked his tongue. "I'm not sure that's an entirely appropriate topic of discussion."

Sebastian laughed. "Oh, come on. If it was the other way around, you wouldn't ask me the same thing?"

Ominis couldn't help the twitch of amusement on his lips. He had enjoyed Sebastian divulging the details of his rather heated snogging session in the broom cupboard with a very pretty Ravenclaw once.

His smirk became very smug. He could raise the stakes quite high compared to a snog. "Well, she did suck my cock, so there's that."

"Really?" Sebastian gasped. "Bloody hell. Nice one!"

"It was rather," Ominis said.

"I bet," Sebastian said, thoughtfully. "You lucky bugger."

Then they were both laughing, Sebastian throwing his arm around Ominis' shoulders. "I've missed you, Ominis."

"It is good to have you home," Ominis said, fondly.