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peonysgreenhouse · 16 days

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-`♡´- the day you and the stars disappeared.

summary: the discovery and aftermath of your disappearance. what do your beloveds do in your absence?

tags: obey me characters (lucifer, mammon, levi, asmo, satan, beel, belphie, diavolo, barbatos, solomon, simeon, and thirteen) x gn!reader, angst, spoilers for the first chapter of obey me! nightbringer.

When Lucifer wakes up, the left side of his bed is cold.

It's not the most unusual thing. Lucifer was much less of a morning person that you were. He glaces to his bedside table. 8:30; it was too early for you to be out of bed on the weekend. Even if you woke up early, you'd still be tucked into his arms, or scrolling through Devilgram on your D.D.D.

Lucifer sits up, a pout on his face. You couldn't have strayed too far in such a short time.

"Beloved?" He calls, hoping you could hear him if you were in the bathroom. Lucifer says your name, this time a little louder, but again gets no response.

It wasn't your turn to be on breakfast duty... Perhaps you had a bad dream? You did tend to hide those things from him.

He closes his eyes and thinks of you. Usually, he would feel a faint warmth, like the fluttering of a moth's wings underneath his skin; it was the feeling of your soul connected to his through your pact. But now, even with all his focus, the feeling of your soul connection is nothing but a cold static.

Lucifer swallows the panic welling up in his chest and stands, quickly throwing on his clothes and rushing from his room. He starts in the basement, looking in any place a human could possibly squeeze into, desperately calling out your name. The ever-composed Lucifer, reduced to tearing the house apart when his human isn't in his sights.

He hopes that he is overreacting. He hopes that he'll find you curled up with Mammon, or on a walk outside the house.

He hopes that you are still somewhere that he can reach.

"Oy, Lucifer, what's going on?" Mammon. Lucifer takes a deep breath and tries to collect himself. If he let himself be emotional, his brothers would take that as a sign that something is very, very wrong. He would have to hold himself together, for now. "You're waking everyone up."

"Mammon, have you seen MC?" Calm enough.

"I haven't seen 'em since last night, they were with you, right?" You and Lucifer stayed up late to finish paperwork for your new student council role. "You didn't make 'em angry, did you?"

Lucifer's pout deepens. He's sure he'll age a millennia faster with how much he worries over you. "No, nothing like that. We finished up the assignments and then went to bed." Lucifer sighs, "and then when I woke up this morning, they weren't there. It's unlike them."

"You sure they just didn't go for a walk or something?" Mammon checks his phone to see if there were any messages from you.

"Mammon... try to connect to them with your pact."

Mammon closes his eyes, and repeats the same action Lucifer did only a few minutes prior.

Nothing.

Mammon instantly shifts into his demon form, fear evident in his eyes.

"I'm gonna go drag Solomon over here. He'll be able to track 'em if they're nearby, right?"

"He should be. Bring Simeon too, if he's there.". Lucifer straightens himself out. "I'll wake Leviathan and then go get Diavolo and Barbatos. Maybe they'll know more about what's going on."

Mammon nods, out the door before Lucifer can even finish his sentence.

Lucifer doesn't allow himself any more moments alone, he rushes upstairs to shake Leviathan awake.

-`♡´-

"No need to pound on the door, Mammon." Simeon smiles, but Mammon can tell he's annoyed. Giving Simeon a minute to open the door was Mammon's idea of being patient, he had half a mind to knock the damn thing off its hinges. "Is there anything—".

"Where's Solomon?" Mammon cuts him off, pushing past him and into Purgatory Hall's living room. The smell of fresh coffee fills the air; just how early did these guys wake up?

"He's still sleeping, I believe. Why are you in such a rush?" Simeon asks.

"MC's missing. Need him to find them. He in his room?"

"What?"

"You heard me!" Mammon can hardly keep it together. He didn't want to talk about it, he knew that if he started talking he wouldn't be able to stop.

He hadn't felt your soul connection so cold since... since...

"What's going on?" Solomon steps out of the hallway, still in his pajamas. "I heard Mammon yelling. What happened to MC?"

Of course he'd have been listening in. "Lucifer woke up this morning and they weren't there. Can't hardly feel their soul at all, it's like they're—".

"What do you mean?" Solomon's eyebrows quirk up, clearly not expecting to hear that. "What does it feel like?"

"Damn it, Solomon, it feels like it did when Belphie... y'know." Mammon can't bring himself to say it. It was too awful, what he did to you. "Enough talking, do your magic thing and find 'em!"

Solomon and Simeon exchange worried looks. "Alright, let me get dressed. Then we'll head off. But Mammon...".

"What?" Mammon huffs, already heading towards the door.

"I'm sure they're fine. You know how capable they are. Perhaps they just wanted some alone time."

"Yes, MC has survived a lot. I'm sure they just popped back up to the Human World or something... We'll probably be laughing about this with them at the end of the day."

Simeon smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. Mammon tries not to let the thought that they might be trying to placate him bother him.

-`♡´-

"You want me to watch over our brothers? Why? What's happening?" Levi sits up in his bathtub bed, disoriented from being shaken awake so suddenly.

He had heard the commotion earlier, but assumed that Mammon had done something to warrant Lucifer's ire. Lucifer searching through Levi's room while he was sleeping wasn't the strangest occurrence. Mammon did hide things in here from time to time.

"Levi, don't worry over this right now. I'll fill you in once we figure out what's going on."

"No, Lucifer, tell me now!" Levi stands, suddenly very awake. "You're worried over something, and you're never worried, not like this."

Even standing up straight, Lucifer was still looking down at Leviathan.

"Telling you would only make the situation worse." Levi hates how patronizing Lucifer sounds. He hated it when they first fell and he hated it now. "Make sure the others stay put, I'll be back soon."

Levi moves quickly to stop him from leaving. "If you don't tell me, I'll... I'll summon Lotan!" Lucifer steps forward, but Leviathan doesn't budge. "I'll really do it, Lucifer! I'm serious about this!"

It would probably take Levi a few hundred years to muster up the courage to stand up to Lucifer like this again. But watching the cold pity fade from his brother's eyes and turn into something more akin to pride was worth it.

"MC is gone, and I'm going to the Demon Lord's Castle to seek Diavolo and Barbatos's help." Lucifer says it with such a barely-maintained calmness that Leviathan knows this is serious. That you weren't sucked into a silly game or hiding out in Purgatory Hall for the weekend.

Levi feels his heart sink.

"Now, can you do as you're told and stay put? I'll be back soon." Lucifer squeezes Levi's shoulder, forcing Levi to listen. "If anything happens, call me."

He nods, but once Lucifer turns to leave, he quietly falls back into bed. Levi watches Henry swim around in his goldfish tank; you had just fed him yesterday, how did things change so much in just a few hours?

No, he can't shut down here. If something happened to you and he wasn't there to help he would never forgive himself.

You had saved him so many times before, it was time for him to be your Knight. (God, he sounded like a normie).

-`♡´-

When Mammon arrives back to the House of Lamentation with Simeon, Solomon, and Thirteen (Solomon had called her for help), the front door is blown off its hinges. Levi peeks through sheepishly at the four of them, waving for them to come in.

"What the hell happened here?" Thirteen tries to shut the door behind them, but it slowly starts to creak back open as soon as its closed.

"I told Satan what happened." Levi sighs, fiddling with the ends of his sleeves. "He went out to calm himself down. Said he'll be back by the time Lucifer gets home."

"Have you guys found anything here?" Simeon asks Leviathan. Just past Levi in the living room was Asmodeus, who was anxiously staring down at his phone.

Beel descends the stairs at the same time Belphie comes up from the basement: "I checked all the rooms upstairs, they're not up there."

Belphie shakes his head: "They're nowhere in the basement, either."

"I've been texting anyone that knows them from R.A.D. No one has seen them yet." Asmodeus blinks back tears. "This is crazy, you know! Why does this kind of thing always happen to them?"

"Well, they're not dead. So stop acting so sad!" Thirteen chimes in, sprawling herself out on the living room couch. "I checked their candle this morning myself. I can check again but trust me, I would know if they died. I'm a reaper, y'know?"

"You checked their candle this morning? Isn't that quite a walk from where you sleep?" Despite the situation, Solomon just can't help himself. Thirteen sits up and throws a pillow at the sorcerer, cheeks flushed.

"I just had some business over there, that's all." Thirteen huffs, sinking back into the sofa so she doesn't have to see Solomon's smug face. "Anyways, aren't you supposed to be doing your thing?"

"Yeah, get to it, Solomon." Mammon tugs on the back of Solomon's cape, pointing him towards Lucifer's room. "They were last seen in there. See if you can find anything."

-`♡´-

Simeon stands near the doorway to Lucifer's room with Mammon, watching as Solomon searches for traces of anything that might give them a clue as to your whereabouts.

Simeon had thought that he had accepted being human. He thought the feeling of powerlessness that was so overwhelming to him at first had finally settled; there was nothing he could do to gain his grace back after what he had done, after all.

But now? He knew even as an angel there wasn't much more he could do to find you. If he had become your Guardian Angel like he had teased so many times, he could at least feel out if you were in danger.

Cautious Simeon, always so scared to make that final jump.

He says a prayer for you, quietly. Simeon hopes that his Father would still lend his ear to his own child, no matter how far he had strayed.

"There's one strong concentration here." Solomon frowns, gesturing to an area a little above shoulder height, right beside the left side of Lucifer's bed. "but that's all I can sense right now."

"Yeah, there's gotta be something else you missed." Mammon anxiously looks around the room, checking to see for himself if anything was out of place. "Keep looking."

They both follow Solomon as he does just that. He checks Lucifer's bathroom, in the closets, in the halls by his door... Nothing.

"I just don't get it." Solomon says, eyes closed in thought. He leans against the low table in the hallways. "If someone went through all this trouble to kidnap MC, why would they leave such an obvious trace behind?"

"Who gives a shit their motive right now. Tell us that you found something that can lead us to them, Solomon." Desperation drips from Mammon's voice. Mammon needs some hope to hold on to; Simeon empathizes with that feeling.

If Thirteen hadn't assured everyone you were still alive Simeon is sure he'd be snapping at Solomon too. Solomon was a good friend, but there's something about how casual he is with everything that makes Simeon angry. Did he not love you too?

"I did, don't worry, Mammon." Solomon pats Mammon's shoulder, "Once everyone gets back, I'll explain what I found."

-`♡´-

Diavolo, Barbatos, and Lucifer arrive shortly after Solomon is done with his search.

The anxiety in the room is palpable; any news at all could set them alight. Especially Satan, who seemed to be trying to remember old breathing exercises to keep back his demon form.

"Solomon, they're here!" Asmodeus announces, and Simeon, Solomon, and Mammon come out from Lucifer's room to join everyone in the living room.

Lucifer doesn't comment on the broken door, he doesn't much care if the house itself was destroyed in the process of finding you.

"Tell us what you've found." Diavolo asks; Lucifer had informed him and Barbatos about what had happened on the way back from the castle. It had been a long while since Diavolo had seen his old friend look so grave.

Solomon comes around the couch and takes a seat by Thirteen. She scoots away.

"Well, there wasn't much left behind to find.... Which is good in its own way." Solomon crosses his legs. "Time magic was used sometime in Lucifer's bedroom last night. It appears MC has been taken to another point in this timeline."

As soon as the words leave his mouth, all eyes go to Barbatos. Even Barbatos looks stunned, eyes widening in shock.

"Time magic?" Satan stands, hands clenching at his sides. "I would like an explanation then, Barbatos. Now."

"I... am afraid I am as in the dark as you all are." The hesitation in Barbatos's voice does little to persuade the brothers. Beel stands and keeps a watchful eye on Satan. If you were here, you wouldn't want anyone to get hurt for your sake.

Diavolo stands in front of Barbatos. "Now, you all know Barbatos isn't the only being capable of time magic."

"Is it possible that someone else used your portals?" Thirteen asks. "You leave those things wide open, don'tcha? Seems like an easy target."

"I would know if anyone other than myself used them, yes. But I did not feel any abnormalities last night."

Belphie turns to Solomon. "Wait, you said time magic, what time period did they get sent to?"

"Ah, well that's a little tricky." Solomon answers with a sheepish smile. "The residual magic was strong, but you would expect more to be left behind if they went to the future. Future magic is highly unstable, anyways. It's more likely they were sent somewhere into the past, probably around the time of the Celestial War based on my analysis."

Belphie shakes his head. "You can't say 'probably', you have to be certain about this."

"Then, yes, I am certain that is where they are." Solomon answers smoothly.

The second the words leave Solomon's mouth, Mammon speaks up:

"Okay, so how do we get them back?!"

-`♡´-

With lots of loud disagreements, and a few almost-fights, they come to terms that it has to be Solomon that goes after you.

No one particularly likes that idea, but he was the only one who wouldn't completely disrupt the timeline. His past self wouldn't be in the Devildom, so he could avoid paradoxes, and he was more than strong enough to protect himself if need be.

That same day, Barbatos prepares the portal for Solomon to go through after you. But not before one last warning from Diavolo:

Diavolo's eyes are stern, hand gripping Solomon's shoulder tight enough to where it would be painful. Solomon takes a step back, but Diavolo's body follows him.

"You bring them back safe." A warning, "And bring them back swiftly. Whatever you must do to get them back... do it."

Solomon, frankly, had had enough warnings from the demon brothers, and from his old friend Thirteen to understand that his life was forfeit if he came back without you.

He supposed he couldn't fault their protectiveness, however. If your safety was left alone in the hands of any other, he's sure he'd do worse to guarantee you came back alive and well.

"Of course," Solomon rolls his shoulder, shrugging off the Prince's hold. "You know I want them back just as much as you do. Perhaps even more."

Diavolo pats his back, his usual genial smile returning to his face, and he laughs. "Oh, I doubt that."

Barbatos gestures to the two, indicating that everything is ready for Solomon to step through. Solomon doesn't feel anything but calm, for what did he have to be anxious about? He was getting to see you again.

Was it selfish of him to be happy that he would be in a time period where the one you would rely on the most would be him?

"Bring them back to us," Is the last thing he hears before he steps through the portal, and into the past.

-`♡´- Lucifer

Lucifer busies himself with his work. If he fills his schedule enough, he doesn't have time to worry about you constantly, doesn't have time for his mind to cycle through the worst of what could happen with you out of his reach.

He volunteers to take on all of your duties that you were newly appointed as R.A.D.'s newest student council officer. Lucifer doesn't want anything to get in the way of you spending time with him again once you get back.

When he isn't working, he takes care of his brothers. The House of Lamentation always becomes a little quieter when you're not around, but the silence this time is more somber.

Lucifer doesn't scold them as much, gives them more leeway when they skip classes or forget to turn in assignments. He knows they're struggling and he doesn't want to add to that burden.

He hardly sleeps unless he passes out from exhaustion. When he does, his dreams are of blame. Why didn't he just wake up when you were taken? You were right there.

-`♡´- Mammon

Mammon had to be held back by Levi and Beel to keep him from going into the portal after Solomon.

It wasn't fair that that guy got to go and he had to stay behind. He was your first man! Mammon wasn't even sure that Solomon didn't play a role in helping you disappear. He never trusted that guy.

But all he could do now was hope that he would bring you back, right? It didn't matter anymore who saved you, just the fact that you were alive and safe and in his arms would be enough for him.

Mammon misses you ardently.

He texts you about his day every day. He knows the messages won't deliver, but he doesn't have anyone else to send them too. Sometimes he'll even call your phone so he can hear your voice in the voicemail. It helps him sleep.

-`♡´- Leviathan

He's just so tired of this. He thought once your trials at R.A.D. were over, you could settle down in the House of Lamentation forever.

If anyone deserved a life full of peace, it was you. You had endured way too much hardship on their account to keep having these things happen to you.

Levi tries to maintain a normalcy for you to return to. He buys games that you had on your radar for you to play with him once you got back.

He likes looking at the pictures you both had taken together. Cosplay pics, photobooth strips, candid polaroids... precious memories that could never be replaced.

And, when he really misses you, he takes one of your school uniforms, hanging up neatly in your closet and takes it to bed with him. It still smells like you, and if he closes his eyes, he can picture you're there with him.

Though, waking up and seeing you weren't there is like losing you all over again.

-`♡´- Satan

Satan worries.

He knew what he was like right after the Celestial War. He knew what monstrous things he did when he couldn't control his anger; before he made a conscious decision to crawl his way out of his emotional stagnation and to be more than he was created to be.

He gets into a habit of hanging out with Thirteen. Satan never really cared much for her attitude, but she's the only one who would know if you were still alive.

She's tolerable, in that when they get together they always end up talking about you. Satan doesn't tell her the best stories about you, no, those were reserved only for himself.

When he is alone, he often drifts towards your room. He knows his brothers often sleep there when you're gone, so he washes your sheets and makes your bed back up when they're not there.

Satan even tidies his own room just enough so that you would have room to sleep in his bed with him when you returned.

-`♡´- Asmodeus

To have both you and Solomon taken away from him in the same day, it seems a bit cruel, doesn't it?

He's thankful for all the consolations from his friends and his fans; the well wishes are nice, but it isn't the same as hearing it from your voice.

Asmo tells anyone who will listen about what happened to you in hopes that they'll spin stories back at him. Even if most were lies conjured to make him feel better, there always are some true stories in the mix. He hears a few rumors of ancient, powerful demons that he hands over to Satan and Belphie to look more into. He was glad he could do something.

Asmodeus starts collecting things that remind him of you. Flowers that never wilt, lamb plushies, silk pajamas — there's a box in his room of gifts to give you once you get back home.

He writes down everything that you've missed since you disappeared, he has so much to catch you up on, after all! And if there's a lot of 'I love you's' and things he misses about you in between topics, he's sure you won't mind hearing them, too.

-`♡´- Beelzebub

Beel feels a little lost without you there.

You were so ingrained in his daily schedule that he doesn't know what to do with a lot of his time. You, Mammon, him, and Belphie would always hang out after school, since the four of you had the same last period.

There was no sun in the Devildom, but he didn't need any to feel warm sitting next to you three. Mammon would bring cards, and you would take turns picking out games to play.

You would usually win; he loved seeing your smile as you asked for praise for winning. Belphie and Mammon would pout, but Beel was always happy to tell you you did a good job. He keeps an ongoing score sheet somewhere in his backpack:

MC - 102, Mammon - 16, Belphie - 59, Beel - 20. He didn't care much for winning as long as everyone was happy.

He makes his way to the gardens and finds your usual spot empty. Beel waits there for a long while, but only Belphie shows up.

Beel thinks that maybe in the past, you were waiting for him in the same spot too. The thought makes him feel a little less lonely.

-`♡´- Belphegor

Belphie misses you, of course, but he really finds this whole situation odd.

Time magic. Diavolo had said that other beings were capable of it, but Belphie had never heard of anyone, besides Barbatos, that had mastered it enough to send someone back that far. Belphie wasn't the most well-connected person, but he thinks he would've heard about them by now.

Satan thinks the same thing, and so the 'Anti-Lucifer League' is postponed, and in its place the 'MC's Detective Agency' forms. Beel sits in on most meetings, and the rest of the brothers join in occasionally.

But with so few leads there was only so much they could do. But still, Belphie is determined not to give up. If you were in his shoes, he knows you would do the same thing.

He would never admit it to anyone, but he wants to hear you say that you're proud of his work. To feel you pet his head and tell him he did good, to kiss him on the cheeks for working so hard.

...And, of course, making whoever did this pay for what they did would be good, too.

-`♡´- Diavolo

The last note you left him is still taped to his desk:

A chibi of you fist-pumping is drawn on the side of the yellow sticky. There's a big speech bubble that reads: "You can do it, Dia! Knock out that paperwork!" He can't help but smile every time he sees it.

It's silly, but when he looks down and reads those words of encouragement he feels your loss even more strongly. He's sure Solomon will be back with you soon, but as the weeks roll on, he starts getting impatient.

He sends all his best men to search for whoever did this to you. Without any solid leads, it was like chasing the wind, but it helped settle his mind, if only a little.

He supposes you did spoil him too much. He forgot what it was like to be so lonely when you were around. And unlike the brothers, he couldn't just curl up in your bed whenever he wanted to be reminded of you.

Would it be so improper to move you into the castle once you got back? At least here, he would know you were safe. Nothing like this would ever happen to you again on his watch.

-`♡´- Barbatos

Barbatos knows that all eyes are on him.

It isn't hard to figure out that the brothers are suspicious of him. Mammon's crows perch outside his bedroom, Satan takes extra trips to the library in the castle, Belphie "gets lost" wandering the halls after dinner... Even Lucifer asks him pointed questions about that night.

He understands that it comes with the territory of his powers, but when has he ever done anything to jeopardize the exchange program? If he wanted to send you away would he not have done it when you first arrived? Would he not have let you die at the hands of Belphegor?

The him of today would never think of such a thing. Barbatos cared too much about your safety to let you wander too far from his sights.

He knows it is an indulgence that only he is afforded, but he can't help but steal looks into your life back in time as you try to find your way back to them.

Perhaps the others would like to hear about how you are doing, but Barbatos thinks these things are best kept to himself. He was never a fan of sharing, anyways.

-`♡´- Simeon

Luke cries and cries and cries when Simeon tells him what happened to you. Simeon holds the boy in his arms tight, rocking him back and forth to soothe his troubled heart.

He had done this many nights in the past, and he's sure he'd do it for many nights in the future.

The last time it had happened it had been when Simeon had told Luke about losing his powers. You had been there, then, and had cried as soon as you saw tears well up in Luke's eyes. Luke was less sad and more angry at Simeon for not telling him sooner. He had held you both in his arms that night, and before long the three of you fell asleep together.

Simeon wishes you were here now to hold him. To tell him it was going to be alright. But he supposed if you were here the both of them wouldn't have anything to cry about.

Michael allows Luke to stay in Purgatory Hall for as long as it would take to get you back. Simeon is thankful for the company; with Raphael and Solomon gone, and the Hall silent, it was easy for Simeon to start blaming himself.

He hears Luke pray every night for your safety, and Simeon slips back into the habit as well.

-`♡´- Thirteen

Thirteen spends a lot more time in her cave when you're not around.

What's the point of going to R.A.D. if you weren't there? It's not like she cared much about anyone else that went there. And to hear the brothers cry about missing you... She couldn't take it.

She cared about you too, but you didn't see her moping around about it!

But even worse was the fact Solomon got to go back in time to save you. Just thinking about you spending all that alone time with that shitty Sorcerer makes her blood boil; he could live a thousand lifetimes and never once deserve you.

She goes and checks your candle every morning to see if the flame is going strong. Thirteen breathes easy when she sees the bright orange flame light up the darkness.

Reapers weren't supposed to interfere directly with mortal's lifespans, but she supposed it wouldn't hurt if she poured some of Solomon's melted wax onto your candle. It's not like he would need it anyways.

Besides, this was her making up for lost time. Every day you were away shouldn't count! You didn't choose to go back in time, after all!

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luxthestrange · 3 months

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WHB Incorrect quotes#12 Chocked up peepaw

Either Mc & Solomon Have a Father-Child relationship like Holt & Rosa/Terry Jeffords & Rosa Or a Strained one like Jake Peralta and His Bio dad...He is trying to bond with you and Minhyeok

Sitri: Solomon is making the model, and then we're going to put all of our candy decorations in the corners of the castle Okay, so what did everybody make?~ Minhyeok: Boom! Rock n' roll candy Minhyeok Wow Solo: That's really good, son, I didn't do anything for my room- Mc: It's okay, I took care of it

You show everyone a marshmallow Solomon with his arms crossed looking annoyed

Mc: I made a marshmallow Solomon...See? His arms are crossed because he's mad at all the other marshmallow demons for annoying him,you like it? Solo*Choked up, feeling his heart squeezed* It's fine-

#what in hell is bad #what in hell is bad x reader #whb #whb mc #whb x reader #whb x mc #whb solomon #whb minhyeok #minhyeok x reader #whb minhyeok x reader #whb satan #whb mammon #whb leviathan #whb beelzebub #whb lucifer #whb fluff #whb incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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another-lost-mc · 9 months

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Thinking about how funny it would be if Solomon also ate his own terrible cooking and is lactating with you. He'd probably just make the most of it as a new potion ingredient, or worse something to add to your next shared dinner that night

➤ milky mayhem | solomon x gn!reader

content: solomon and reader both have larger, lactating breasts because he's a menace of magical mishaps. I'm adding a Dub-con warning here because solomon tampers with reader's food without their knowledge but everything that follows is consensual. additional warnings: lactation kink, breast/nipple play, fingering, dirty talk, pet names, bottom!solomon. reader has a cock or strap-on (referred to as a cock). 3.2k words.

more in the lactation kink series: mammon | levi, asmo, beel, belphie | lucifer, satan, diavolo & barbatos, simeon, karasu

Solomon doesn’t think twice about trying some of his potions on you. They're not harmful. They're usually benign things, or things that he thinks might add a little twist to some of your more intimate activities together. Sometimes his experiments fail and have no effect, or the effect is so negligible you barely notice a difference.

Barbatos and the others are careful to keep an eye on him so he doesn't smuggle in food he's cooked when he’s invited to dinner parties, and last night was no exception. However, no one noticed when he pulled a vial from his pocket and added a few drops to your plate; everyone was too distracted by Beel rampaging in the kitchen, you included. The vial wasn’t quite empty, so he shrugged and added the rest to his own dinner.

What was the worst that could happen?

He kept an eye on you throughout dinner and the dessert that followed, and he deflated with disappointment when he thought it was yet another failed experiment—you didn’t look any different and you acted normally. He didn't notice any changes in his appearance either, and during the walk back to Purgatory Hall, he thought about the formula he used and whether it was worth tweaking the ingredient ratios to try again later.

Solomon wakes up the next morning and the first thing he notices is that his chest feels odd, almost like there’s a weight sitting on top of him. The next thing he notices is how wet he feels, and his sleep shirt sticks uncomfortably to his skin. He peels his eyes open and sniffs curiously at the odd smell in the air, but he grins when he looks down and sees the noticeable growth in his breasts.

He stands up and tugs off his shirt so he can inspect himself in the mirror. He feels almost giddy when he pokes the soft, bouncy flesh and it jiggles lightly under his touch. He squeezes them gently and grunts quietly at the strange sensation of milky fluid leaking from his nipples.

The front door of Purgatory Hall slams down the hall from his room and it interrupts his train of thought. He’s annoyed for a moment, but a sharp smile curls his lips when he faintly hears your voice greeting the others before the sound of padded feet approaches his room. You pound your fist urgently on his bedroom door.

“Solomon, are you in there? I know you had something to do with this! I swear, I’m going to—” You let out an undignified squeak when he opens the door in the middle of your little tirade and pulls you inside his room. He catches you when you stumble, and your eyes widen when you realize his chest doesn’t look quite right either.

“See something you like, darling?” he asks with a teasing lilt in his voice.

You step back and cross your arms in an attempt to hide your chest again, but it’s too late. He can tell that yours is bigger too—it strains against the buttons barely holding your RAD shirt closed. Your nipples must be leaking again because dark, wet spots are starting to spread across the light fabric.

You narrow your eyes at him when he unconsciously licks his lips at the thought of sucking one of your tits into his mouth. “Sol, what did you do?”

He shrugs and offers you a half-truth—that he snuck in something special for dinner last night, and he wanted to share it with you so he added it to your plate. You don’t need to know the other boring details, but you don’t look impressed with his explanation. He expected you to be surprised, or possibly annoyed, but he didn’t think you’d look this upset.

“It’s only temporary,” he offers helpfully—he’s already figured out that the effects should wear off by the end of the day. He reaches out to you but you skitter away from his grasp.

“How can you be so—so—relaxed about all this?” You drop your arms and wince when one of the buttons of your shirt pops off and lands on the floor. You peel the flimsy fabric away from your chest and groan in frustration. “This is so embarrassing.”

You don’t resist him a second time when he reaches for your hands again, and he steps back until he can sit on the edge of his bed. He spreads his legs and pulls you forward so you’re standing between them.

“I understand. It is a little strange,” he admits, and he means it. He never wants to hurt you with these little experiments—they’re mostly to sate his own curiosity, but he does them because he thinks they can be fun for both of you too. “Why don’t we try to make the most of it?”

You blink at him in surprise, but you don’t pull away when he reaches for your jacket and pushes it off your shoulders. He starts unbuttoning your shirt next—the ones that haven’t popped off already. You shake your head. “I'm not sure how that’s possible.”

He doesn’t respond right away; he finishes unbuttoning your shirt instead. It falls open and drapes loosely over the slope of your breasts. He leans forward and sighs at the warm, milky scent oozing from your skin. He glances at you innocently from beneath his lashes. “Have you tried touching them yet?”

You fidget nervously in response to his question and you look away from him, suddenly very determined to look anywhere else. “I had to clean them when I woke up so I could walk here to give you a piece of my mind. Do you know how hard it was to find a shirt that still fit?” You glance down at the ruined shirt hanging off you and the loose buttons near your feet. “Or mostly fit, anyway,” you add with a pouty grumble.

Solomon’s hands slide up your belly and gently cup each of your breasts. The warm weight in his hands is so satisfying, and he feels lucky to be able to touch you like this. When he glances at your face, he notices that some of the anxious trepidation has faded from your gaze—you look curious now, almost eager to see what he’s going to do next.

“Let me show you how nice this can be, if you'll give me a chance.” He squeezes them with the tiniest bit of pressure, and he smiles when you gasp at the tingling sensation that shoots through your body.

It’s certainly not the first time he’s fondled your chest, but you don’t expect how different it feels now that it’s bigger than usual—and you’re so sensitive. Your nipples are hard and dripping, and your eyes widen when Solomon leans forward with his tongue poking out between his lips. “Wait, you’re not going to…?”

“Of course I am.” He flicks his tongue against your shirt once, and then again as he moans at the surprisingly sweet taste. “You taste better than I imagined,” he murmurs before closing his lips around your nipple and sucking it gently through the fabric of your shirt.

The wet cotton scratches lightly against your skin, and the increased suction of his lips causes you to gasp his name in surprise. Your hands shoot into his hair when your knees buckle, and he wraps an arm around your waist to keep you steady. His other hand slides back down your body, and his nimble fingers fumble hastily at the waistband of your pants.

It’s embarrassing how turned on you are, and maybe you were too distracted to notice before—or you tried to ignore it, feeling oddly aroused by this whole situation but too ashamed to admit it.

Solomon hums around your nipple when he finally slips his fingers into your underwear. His relentless fingers stroke teasingly against your arousal, dipping into the wetness that betrays your own desire for him. He coats his fingers with your slick to ease the glide as he continues stroking you the way you like best.

The soft fat of your thighs jiggle as your body quakes from his ministrations, but it only encourages him more. He focuses on caressing your most sensitive spots—he’s memorized them all, of course. And like all the times before, you're quickly turning to putty in his greedy hands.

The lust radiating off you is contagious, and he pants noisily between desperate tugs of your nipple between his lips. He drags his mouth over the curve of your breast and licks at the valley between them, the bare expanse of skin that’s soft and warm and sticky-sweet. His nose pushes your flimsy shirt away so he can latch onto your other tit, leaking and full and all for him. He moans as a fresh wave of pearly milk pulses across his tongue and down his throat.

You scratch your fingers along his scalp and tug his hair, pushing his face closer to your chest with a needy whine. Your hips move with his hand as you chase your release, and there's nothing more lovely than the desperate sounds you make when you fall apart around his fingers. You cry out his name when you come, and your legs tremble so much that he pulls away from your chest so you can cling to him in case your trembling legs give out. He strokes your back soothingly and you melt against him, resting boneless and content in his arms.

He lays down on the bed and pulls you down with him, and when he finally kisses you, you can taste the subtle, milky sweetness lingering on his lips. Your tongue traces the seam of his mouth and curls with his. You can’t help the little groans bubbling in your chest at the unique combination of his taste and your own. He huffs in amusement against your lips when he realizes you like the taste as much as he does; he moans when you bite his bottom lip in retaliation.

His cock is hard against your tummy and his hips have been rubbing against you in jerky little movements, almost like he’s trying to resist the urge to rut against you like a mindless beast. You sneak your hand into his pants and dance your fingers along his length. He’s just as responsive when you touch him—precum pools at the tip of his cock when you tease along the slit, and he twitches in your hand when you wrap your fingers around him and pump him with a few lazy strokes.

You run your nose along his jaw and pepper kisses along his neck; he tilts his head back with a groan when you suck at one of the sensitive spots near the hollow of his throat. He shudders when you hum against the little purple bruise blooming where your lips and teeth nibbled at his skin.

When you pull back, he looks completely undone with his messy hair and shiny, kiss-swollen lips. You clench your thighs together when a fresh wave of arousal starts to coil deliciously in the pool of your belly. “Do you want to fuck me?”

His cock twitches in your hand, but he surprises you when he shakes his head. “No, not yet.” He swallows thickly and reaches for the shirt that hangs loosely around your shoulders. “I have a better idea.”

His better idea involves a desperate scramble to undress each other properly, shaky hands tugging and tearing at each other's clothes that prevent the hot skin-on-skin contact you both crave. Once you’re both naked, he pushes you flat onto your back in the middle of the bed. He lifts his leg over you and straddles your hips; he stares at your chest with lust-darkened eyes.

He murmurs something unintelligible under his breath, and his fingers glow blue for a brief moment. He wiggles them in a mockery of a wave when you tilt your head curiously, and they glisten in the dim lighting of his bedroom. He presses a hand to your chest so he can squeeze one of your swollen breasts and pinch your nipple between his finger and thumb. His other hand moves between his legs so he can stretch himself open for you.

You can just barely hear the faint, wet sounds of his fingers moving between his legs, and it's not long after when he huffs impatiently and runs his slick fingers up and down your cock. He pauses when you touch his wrist. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Normally he likes to be the one fucking you, pressing his face into the crook of your neck while his teasing voice whispers filth and praise into your ear.

He shakes his head and there’s something desperate, almost feral in his gaze—and you’re powerless to refuse him anything now. “I want to ride you like this,” he breathes as he lowers himself onto you. He wiggles his hips slightly as he adjusts to the overwhelming fullness, and like the rare times you've done this before, he can't help but admire how you fill him so perfectly.

He feels more exposed like this too, but your wide eyes roam over his body like you’ve never seen anything so amazing and he doesn't regret it. He spreads his legs and sinks down just a bit more. Your hands dig into his hips like you’re afraid he might suddenly change his mind.

Heh—not a fucking chance.

The depraved desire he feels as a result of his little experiment is amplified tenfold when he starts grinding against you, slowly at first but a bit faster, when his body starts to sing with pleasure of having you inside him. His chest heaves and bounces with each languid roll of his hips, and your tits jiggle slightly as you thrust up and match his lazy rhythm.

You can’t resist the alluring sight of his larger breasts bouncing gently as he moves; he grins slyly when he realizes what's captivated you so much. “See, darling?” He moans quietly when you brush against that soft, spongy spot inside him. “They’re not so bad, hmm?”

You don’t respond, but you don’t have to—your hands are firm on his hips and your eyes are blown black with your own lust for him.

He makes a cheeky little show of tilting his head back and putting himself on display for you: the darkening bruise your teeth made on his neck earlier; his hands cupping his tits and pinching the nipples even as more milky fluid drips down his chest; and his cock, hard and heavy and twitching, bobs lightly against your belly.

“You’re a fucking menace,” you grit out as the coil of arousal burning inside you flares; he sounds sinful and his body is so mesmerizing that you can’t stop staring, and he knows it.

He looks down at you again, but there’s something surprisingly soft in his expression that makes your heart stutter. “But you still love me, don’t you?” His soft-spoken words are surprisingly vulnerable, and your throat tightens with too much emotion and you nod, unable to speak. He understands what you want to say but can't—he’ll always understand what you feel for him, because he feels the same way about you.

He leans forward and rests both his hands on your chest, splaying his fingers wide to steady himself as he moves a tiny bit faster, bouncing on your cock with purpose. You arch your back against his hands as he squeezes your breasts, and now he’s the one that can’t stop staring. “You’re so pretty like this,” he pants loudly as he rides you faster than before. “I can’t get enough of your gorgeous tits bouncing in my hands, you look so—fucking hell,” he curses, trailing off into a moan as pleasure builds and threatens to overwhelm him.

You know he’s close when his eyes flutter shut and his rhythm grows sloppy. One of your hands trails away from his hip to wrap around his cock instead. He fucks into your fist as his body sways lightly as he chases his pleasure; the whimper that tumbles from his lips sounds suspiciously like your name.

“Look at you, fucking yourself on my cock like a needy little brat,” you coo breathlessly as you tighten your fingers around him. “Come on, make a mess for me.”

The groan that reverberates deep in his chest rattles you to the bone, and his hips spasm as the first ropes of his warm, sticky cum shoot out across your fingers and up your tummy. “You say—oh, fuck, yes, right there—” he cuts off with another broken groan as your pump his cock through his orgasm; he whines at the back of his throat when you finally milk him dry. “You say the sweetest things, darling," he exhales heavily when he finally stops moving, and he chuckles as he tries to catch his breath.

Tendrils of sweaty snow-white hair stick to his forehead, and his eyes look wet and glossy. He winces slightly when he lifts himself off you and falls onto the bed next to you, nuzzling affectionately into your shoulder. “That was lovely,” he sighs tiredly. "We should do this more often," he suggests, tangling his legs with yours.

You turn onto your side and put an arm around his waist. “Only if you promise that the next time you want to try one of your inventions on me, you warn me first, okay?”

He freezes for the briefest moment and laughs softly before brushing your brow with his lips. “Fair enough. I'm sorry it caught you off-guard." He cuddles closer and you both enjoy a few minutes of calm as the afterglow begins to fade.

You glance at him from the corner of your eye when you feel one of his hands start to inch its way down your body. "You know, the effects should only last a few more hours. How about we make the most of it?” he offers when his cock starts to stir against your thigh.

You’re not exactly sure what making the most of it means, but his eyes sparkle with mischief and you reach for his hand to stop him. “Can we shower first?”

He looks visibly disappointed—it's not that you don't want to do more, but you've been trying not to squirm too much from the cool, tacky sweat drying on your skin. The discharge from your breasts mixed with his cum on your belly, and its left you feeling a bit sticky.

He reconsiders your suggestions and something wolfish sharpens his smile when he starts imagining the new possibilities to take advantage of in the shower together: fondling your chest as he massages you with soapy hands, tasting your warm skin beneath his lips after he rinses you off. If he's lucky, maybe you'll let him go down on you in front of the bathroom mirror, and after he's finished he'll spin you around so you can watch your tits bounce in his hands as he fucks you from behind—

“On second thought, I think that’s a splendid idea, darling,” he murmurs, glancing at your chest briefly before he licks his lips with hungry anticipation.

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midnight-vixn · 1 year

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You love being Solomon's apprentice, but some of his experiments are definitely strange or really vague. He asks if he can cast a spell on you to see how you react during the school day, and you agree.

What you don't know is, that it was actually a linking spell to his fleshlight.

While you're sitting in class taking notes, you feel the strangest thing start to rub against you. You shift in your seat and try to ignore it. But it really feels like fingers starting to press into you. You go so red and bury your face in your book as you feel like you're being stretched.

You pull out your phone and ask Solomon what he did, but he leaves you on read. Then you feel his cock press into you. You ask to be excused to the bathroom and slam the stall shut as you feel how big he is.

You text him again and he sends back a picture of what he's doing. You think it's hot, but are definitely going to get back at him for this.

Your biting on your fist to stay quiet as you lean against the wall. A phantom cock fucks into you and it feels amazing. When you come, Solomon feels it. And when he comes, it still stuffs you full and drips down your legs.

Maybe he'll challenge you, see if you can cockwarm him for the rest of the day and he'll reward you. You end up sitting through all your classes, your eyes glossed over and mind so fuzzy. Every so often he'll rut into you and come again.

ENCHANTED SEX TOYS DOCJSNDND YES! Solomon is such a little shit (affectionate)

afab!reader x solomon

Agreeing to help Solomon was always a gamble, but as his apprentice you found yourself taking the risk far more often than you should. When he asked to cast a spell on you that should’ve raised some flags, but it didn’t. When he said he wanted to see how your body reacted during the day that should’ve been your clue, but it wasn’t. Now you were trapped in class with a burning heat between your legs.

At first you didn’t notice, you felt something brush against your folds but thought it was all in your head. Then it brushed against your folds again, this time stopping to rub slow circles on your clit. You crossed your legs in an effort to stop whatever strange feeling this was, obviously a side effect from that stupid spell, you pull your phone out and shoot a very annoyed text to Solomon who’s quick to open your message and then ignore you.

Trying to focus on class again you put your phone away. A few minutes pass, the feeling on your clit continues to stimulate you so you squeeze your legs together more, the feeling stops and you sigh in relief that it’s over. Your eyes suddenly go wide when you feel something sliding into you, spreading you open ever so slowly. You know what’s happening now, that feeling is all too familiar. You ask to be excused and take off down the hall in an awkward little run as you feel the phantom object slide in more.

You lock the door behind you and send another very accusatory text to Solomon. A few minutes pass, you can feel your walls stretch and relax as the object inside you pulls out a little and then slides back in. Your phone goes off and it’s a short video from Solomon, his cock fully erect with thick veins on either side and a fleshlight in his hand that matches your skin tone a little too well. He slides his cock in just barely and pulls back out just like you had felt, you start to text back when you feel his cock slide all the way in. His tip pressing against your sweet spot and his girth stretching you wide, you cover your mouth as a moan rips from your throat.

Your legs give out as he starts to fuck into you, dropping to the ground and throwing your head back as he stuffs you full. You manage to hit the video call button even with tears filling your eyes, Solomon answers almost immediately and you can hear the lewd sounds of his cock thrusting into the fleshlight. “Fuck you.” Is all you can manage as you watch his cock on the screen and feel it inside you at the same time. You hear his teasing laugh off screen, “No baby,” his cock twitches inside you and he moans “I’m busy fucking you.”

You attempt to roll your eyes but can’t as Solomon starts fucking into you faster, the two of you moaning and calling out each other’s names as he continues to pound into the toy, causing your hole to stretch and clench around nothing. You try to stay quiet but you can feel the heat building inside you, Solomon continues to tease you over the phone, slowling his strokes and making you beg for him to speed up again.

You watch his thumb start rubbing against the toy and immediately feel his touch on your clit again. The way he thrusts into you and the way his thumb circles on your sensitive bud makes your brain melt, you’re so close it’s not fair. You bite down on your fist as your climax hits, Solomon can feel you clench around his shaft as you cum and he can’t stop himself from releasing inside you. Your mind is too foggy to worry about how this spell works but you watch as his cum somehow leaks out of you and runs down your thighs.

You try to stand, expecting him to pull out finally but instead he buries his now half hard cock deep inside you. “Let’s make this fun shall we?” He says as he tries to catch his breath “make it through the rest of the day with my cock inside you, and I’ll reward you tonight with the real thing.”

You waddle back to class and take your seat. Your mind is fuzzy and your heart races, you can feel yourself clenching around the phantom cock inside you as well as him throbbing against your walls. He bucks into you once and you stop yourself from moaning, it’ll be a long day but you’re determined to get him back for this. He doesn’t know what’s in store for him tonight.

#obey me smut #midnight thirsts #obey me solomon smut #obey me #babe I’m SO sorry this took me twelve years to answer akdjsns

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diodellet · 9 months

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walking lie detector (platonic hcs ft. the angels)

Summary: "It's no use trying to lie to an angel, we see right through it." (Luke, Ruri Tunes 8-4). This is what lying to the angels looks like and how it makes them feel. content warnings: -the relationship depicted for all three angels in this set of hcs is platonic -implied threats of physical violence towards you, the reader. word count: 1.08k words

Luke

When you lie to him, his face scrunches up immediately. Like he tasted something sour or smelled something bad.

Insert 🎶Why the fuck you lyin’, Why you always lyin’🎶 Kidz Bop Ver. here

Which causes two reactions in you: 1) it makes your heart squeeze from how adorable it makes him look and 2) it makes your stomach sink in guilt

Because he was the first one who told you that lying to an angel is pointless.

To Luke, hearing you lie feels like a sunny day suddenly becoming overcast. It feels like unfurling a piece of fabric and immediately spotting a dark stain on it. Either the fact that he’s a young angel or the fact that he used to work directly under Michael could be the reason why his lie detector senses are so strong.

More than that, it feels sort of like tinnitus, a ringing in his ears that tells him what you were saying was wrong.

Not that it physically hurts, but for an angel as transparent as Luke, his reaction to the sensation would immediately show on his face.

No matter who’s around, he’ll immediately call you out.

If you double down on your fib, he’ll get annoyed and tell you off (🎶Hmmm oh my god, Stop fuckin lyin’!🎶)

To the others (especially the demon brothers), it’s kind of funny seeing you being lectured by a young angel.

(But what really hurts is afterwards, when he sulks and ignores you for lying to him. Or worse, when he talks to a third person in the room to pass messages to you even if you’re right there.)

“Solomon, could you ask them to pass me the TV remote?” “Simeon, will you tell them that we’ll be dismissed late tomorrow?”

—and so on, all while sending huffy glances in your direction. (No! He doesn’t feel guilty about getting angry, he’s waiting for you to apologize and own up to your mistake.)

If you backtrack and admit the truth (the correct decision), he’ll still admonish you for still lying in the first place but he’ll bounce back to his usual excitable self.

Raphael

His face doesn’t show it, but he knows.

(If he had his wings out, it’s a whole different story. They’re the best mood/reaction guide.)

(Correction: If you are a soul brave enough to stare at Raphael’s resting bitch face while lying to him, you can see his brows furrow juuust a teensy bit more than usual.)

Lying is futile. Give it up, you amateur fibber.

He’s just like Luke lmao, #2 in Immediately Calling You Out™️

But the interesting part for Raphael is that the sensation depends on the degree of the lie you told.

If it’s a little white lie or if you’re gently skirting around the subject, then it feels like a faint shiver down his back. Similar to the slight chill from a nighttime breeze, the brief moment before you get static shock. It is a slightly bothersome sensation, but one that isn’t a complete hindrance.

“Why did you say that? You’re completely free for the entire weekend.” “Hm? Then just say that you want to rest at home, it’s not that difficult.”

(Being honest and dealing with the consequences is fucking hard, Raphael!)

However, if it’s an outright denial of the truth, then it feels like a hollow pang in his chest. It’s similar to the scent of ozone right before lightning strikes.

Except there’s no lightning, just his nerves standing on edge, that moment of complete vigilance stretching on and on until Raphael knows for sure that he’s facing the complete truth.

And Raphael will get the truth out of you.

Either by pestering you repeatedly or threatening you, you don’t get to choose. The correct answer was that you shouldn’t have lied to Michael’s errand boy in the first place.

Not that he’ll run you through with a spear, he’s working to fix his use of violence as a crutch.

It’s just that divine beings as a whole have either remained pitifully gullible or developed unhealthy coping methods in response to being taken advantage of.

And Raphael refuses to have the wool pulled over his eyes again.

Simeon

Maybe it’s because he’s been around Lucifer and the other demons for longer, but he’s pretty unbothered at being lied to.

Don’t worry, he won’t call you out for it. A part of him is aware that you don’t have to bare all your intentions, and additionally, different factors can affect how much you’d want to share with him. It’s as simple as that.

(But he will take note and remember this for later. And it’s only fair that he uses his own methods in revealing the truth, is it not?)

Just like Raphael, he’s a pro at hiding the fact that he knows.

He could just go, “Oh, okay!” and pair it with an innocent smile. And if you’re easily affected by your guilty conscience like me, that simple acceptance is enough to push you into admitting the truth.

(And oh how he loves catching you red-handed.)

“So, would you mind telling me why you were at Madam Devian’s with Beelzebub? I seem to recall that you had remedial lessons.” “Oh, I won’t tell Lucifer, I can imagine how that would turn out. Just… try not to hide that from me next time, alright?”

Also, depending on how big of a lie you’re telling him, the sensations also differ for Simeon.

White lies feel ticklish, that’s why they’re so amusing to Simeon. That’s why his first reaction is to fucking smile in the face of a lie. Like, he knows Luke told you that angels can see through dishonesty but you’re still trying and it’s so endearing.

Sidenote: for some reason, Simeon tends to feel them along his upper arms and shoulder area.

More serious falsehoods feel worse. Sort of like a hot itch under his skin. Something vile and gross bubbling under the surface. Something threatening to claw itself out.

But he could count the number of times that has happened to him on one hand and he plans on keeping it that way.

All in all, the occasional white lie to Simeon isn’t a big deal so long as the truth eventually comes out. He trusts you, after all.

If anyone would have told him how horrible it was to lie to a loved one, it still wouldn’t be enough to prepare him for the burden of hiding his sins.

A/N: I'd first like to thank @jessamine-rose for betaing this short spontaneous draft😭thanks girl ur dabest betareader😭as someone who's too weak to progress through the main story of obey me and as someone who knows 0% of raphael's charac litrally everyth i know is from ms. maam jessamine, i wasn't able to do my usual amount of research. but as long as the writing's bearable enough to read then thats good enough for me ig huhuhuu in other news, im thinking of writing a 2nd part to this but in a romantic💕💕 context with simeon and raphael (because OF COURSE my brain would have taken this revelation in That™️ direction) but it won't be posted any time soon, i only have scraps of a scene in mind so far, soo ig this won't be the end-end of me milking this wonderful angel lorebit

#dellet-writings #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me raphael #g/n reader #platonic

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optimisticstudentangel · 1 year

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ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Side characters with cat ears ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

I was inspired by a chat between Satan, Solomon and MC

Once in your closed group where there is you, Satan and Solomon, all of you wondered about on whom cat ears and a tail would have looked cute. You couldn't come to one answer, because you wanted to see everyone with cat ears. You joked about it, suggesting to make all the guys cat-boys. However, Solomon decided to really take it seriously.

💎 Diavolo 💎

It was unusual to see ears and a tail on him. It was unexpected, both for you and for others. But it looked very cute and funny. He admitted that it was a bit of fun and invited you to stroke his head.

- MC, do I look cute? - Diavolo asked. Of course you agreed, it looks like he noticed it himself, judging by the way you looked at him.

While you were stroking him, he was purring contentedly, and had a pleasing look.

"I wish it would never end," you admitted. "Me too. I like this image and apparently you're crazy about it too. It seems that the ears make me look safer for others, or what?" replied Diavolo.

- Don't worry about it, I'm always cozy and comfortable with you. I think some demons just don't see what I see. You're very cute, with or without ears. They're just like a nice addition," you said to Diavolo. His pupils got bigger, and his tail began to swing from side to side, indicating that he was glad to hear what you said.

୧ ‧₊ 🍵 ⋅ Barbatos ୧ ‧₊ 🍵 ⋅

The demon was not happy about the sudden appearance of cat ears and tail. The butler didn't show his displeasure openly, however, from the dark aura surrounding you, it was crystal clear that he was a little angry.

Fortunately, he wasn't mad at you, so you were safe.

When he calmed down a little, you took a couple of photos in a quiet way.

"MC, if you think I didn't notice, then you're very wrong," - Barbatos said. You smiled awkwardly and said there was no way you would show it to others. But Barbatos still insisted on his own. Then you suggested putting a cat ears filter on yourself and taking a selfie with it so that you would be equal.

- Hmm, I think it would be a pity to miss such a chance, so you can take a picture. It will be our common secret," the butler said with a smile. You got closer to him, your shoulder touched his shoulder, his ears lifted in surprise, and a barely noticeable blush appeared on his face.

"How nice we look in the picture!" you said.

- It's all because of you. You enhance any photo with your presence, - now it was your turn to blush.

ʚ♡ɞ Luke ʚ♡ɞ

Some joked that the ears of a dog, namely a Chihuahua, would be more suitable for him. However, you had to restrain yourself not to pet the poor boy to death. He was very red, either from embarrassment or anger. Your comments about how cute he was didn't help either.

- Enough MC! - Luke shouted. "Now you've joined the teasing! Is it really so much fun to make fun of me, I can't understand it in any way!"

"Luke, I'm not teasing you, you're just adorable. Just look at yourself," you explained. "Besides, you now have claws to scratch those who annoy you, hahahah," you joked.

- Heheh. You're joking, right? Luke asked. You just shrugged your shoulders.

♱ Simeon ♱

He really liked the way you didn't leave him and squeezed for days on end. He himself came up to you offering to pet him or just lie down with him. Of all the cat-boys, he is the calmest and a little playful.

- Will you stroke my tummy, MC? - Angel asked, smiling. You agreed and as soon as you brought your hand to his stomach, he quickly grabbed it and bit you. Immediately after the bite, a gentle kiss followed. He narrowed his eyes slyly, knowing that you wouldn't be offended by him.

- Wow, Simeon. Bad boy," you joked. He started rubbing his head against you.

- MC, but you still love me even when I'm bad, right? Or do you only like good boys?

- Hmm, it depends. But I'm ready to tolerate you even when you don't behave like a good boy," you both started laughing. And you kissed him gently on the forehead.

✩°｡⋆"(꒳ ) Solomon ✩°｡⋆"(꒳ )

- Thank you, Solomon, for turning everyone into cats-boys - you thanked the cause of all these actions.

- Oh, believe me, I enjoyed this moment myself. So pleasure is mine," - you looked expectantly at the magician. He looked at you questioningly.

- Is something wrong, MC?

- Solomon. I want to see you with cat ears ... - he tried to ignore your favor, but it was in vain, because you started looking at him with puppy eyes. "Solomon, pleaaaase" - you howled.

- Eh, okay. How can I refuse you," he uttered a spell and instantly he had cat ears with a tail.

- Uwaah! I'm going to die from the dose of sweetness! – you screamed. You started squeezing his soft ears.

- Heheh, MC, I know it's hard for you to resist me, but a little courtesy would not hurt, - looking at your happy face, Solomon jokingly said: "Maybe I should meow?". You started nodding.

- What? Seriously? - no one pulled his tongue, so the magician really had to meow.

"You're lucky to be my favorite apprentice," Solomon joked.

#obey me #obey me side characters #obey me fanfic #obey me scenarios #diavolo x reader #barbatos x reader #simeon x reader #solomon x reader #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #simeon cult

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tragedytells-tales · 5 months

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Obey Me Incorrect quotes

Notes - quotes from poker nights + Sam and max, Feat. Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor + the rare Luke, Solomon, Simeon, and Barbatos appearance

Summary - A bunch of stupid incorrect quotes and sometimes they're out of character on purpose!

Warnings - Slight game spoilers, Chaotic and traumatized MC, Forth wall breaking

Tw - Gambling, Strong language, Guns, Violence ( nongraphic )

MC: Well of course you won with THOSE cards! Even Luci could'a won with those cards, and all he can do is talk about alcohol and how much of a poor single widowed mother he is!

Lucifer: Where in the three realms did you lot hide my demoneus now?

MC: shut the FUCK UP LUCI‼️ and people say I'M annoying??

( Telltales games : poker nights )

MC: Hey asmo, what do you think I should do?

Asmodeus: Tell her how you really feel before she runs off with Blaine!

MC: About the hand, chucklehead.

Asmodeus: Oh. Check.

( Telltales games : poker nights )

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Demon student: I gotta ask, what's it like living on a different plain of existence?

MC: It's great! As long as you ignore the constant firefights, random explosions, human eating plants, the fact that everyone I know and love has killed me, attempted to kill me, assisted in almost getting me killed, worsened my trust issues, or that every demon could try to eat my soul at any time- The devildom really is a home away from home!

Everyone (aside from Solomon, Simeon, and Luke): *whistles*

( Telltales games : poker nights )

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Mammon: This decks gone colder than my ex. Zombie not demon, they were actually kinda hot!

MC: Sometimes I regret being brought down here. this isn't one of em though, tell me more!

( Telltales games : poker nights )

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MC, talking about Michael: I've only become aware of your existence for 1 minute and I already unapologetically hate you AND everything that you stand for!

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MC: Hey! how much property damage do you think I can get away with in the span of, let's sayy, 2 minutes?

Belphegor: considering your last record, I'd say the entirety of RAD plus half of the forest.

Lucifer: yOU WHAT??

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MC, watching the brothers fight: I believe I need to get in touch with my anger, Satan.

Satan: I can help with that!

( Sam & Max S1 E15 )

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Diavolo: I believe our persuasive charm could have him seeing things our way!

MC: Or not seeing anything at all.

( Sam & Max S1 E15 )

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Lucifer: And what in the 7 rings happened here?

Barbatos: I'll tell you what just happened here, they just drove a man insane.

Mammon and Asmo: all in a days work!

( Sam and Max S1 E15 )

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Solomon: STOP THEIVES!

MC: Y'know that never works, right?

Solomon: Oh, I know. But it's such a wonderful prelude to the impending mayhem!

( Sam and Max S1 E16 )

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Diavolo, squeezing MC: I will pet you, and love you, and subjugate you to my every will!

( Sam and Max S1 E16 )

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Diavolo: I think that poor human has been forever scared, Barbatos.

Barbatos: Then our work here is done, my liege.

( Sam and Max S1 E16 )

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Beelzebub: Not to be skeptical or anything, but what makes this little human a potential weapon of doom?

MC: :]

( Sam and Max S1 E17 )

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MC: Oh I think I understand, you want me to feel like any other person with freakishly destructive powers! You guys are so sweet!

( Sam and Max S1 E17 )

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MC: Well this is an unlikely turn of events.

Mammon: Foiled by some oversized rubber baby buggy bumper. ( He's talking about Belphie. )

( Sam and Max S1 E18 )

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Belphegor: Hey MC, what am I?

MC: Dumb question, you're a doof.

( Telltales games : poker nights )

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Diavolo, playing UNO: Is that a good idea? Cause honestly, I don't really know what I'm doing!

( Telltales games : poker nights )

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Solomon: I want one, but it's not for me. It's for my friend, Luke!

Luke: Don't go dragging me into your slighty malevolent and silly schemes, Solomon.

( Telltales games : poker nights )

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Simeon: 25th anniversary huh?

Beel: yup.

Simeon: But didn't you guys get together in the same year as the exchange program?

Beel: yes, I guess so.

Simeon: then that was 26 years ago?

MC *from afar*: MATH NEEEEEEEEEERD!!

( Telltales games : poker nights )

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Diavolo: I think this has taught us all a very important lesson. But I'll be damned if I can figure out what.

Luke: I'm unsure how much more damned you can get and I'm afraid to find out.

( Telltales games : poker nights )

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Asmodeus: Move freely he says. In these heels?!

( Sam and Max S1 )

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Satan: So that's why I always feel an overbearing presence just out of my field of vision, watching and judging my every move! *stares at the forth wall*

In-game MC, at his side: That's me dude.

( Sam and Max save the world )

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Demon student, looking at Luke: How far would you go if I punt you?

MC: HOW DARE YOU EVEN SUGGEST SUCH A THING. He's my lil angel.

( Sam and Max devils playhouse )

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Simeon: Do you two know what happened?

Luke: I can't lie to Simeon!

MC: I can, kid! No, no we do not.

( Sam and Max the devils playhouse )

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Lucifer: MC, where do you put all your school supplies?

MC: In my backpack of course!

Lucifer: But you're a sheep. Where do you put your backpack?

MC: Now that is none of your damn business, Luci.

( Sam and Max the devils playhouse )

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Mammon: Magnatism? Don't tell me you're one of those kooks!

Satan: You don't believe in Magnatism?

Mammon: It's an interesting theory, but I'm not convinced.

Satan: This is almost as bad as Beel believing curry is a concept.

( Sam & Max beyond space and time )

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Lucifer: What in Diavolos name is going on in here?!

MC: My tomfoolery is none of your concern.

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Diavolo: MC, I believe I have developed feelings for you over the time we've known eachother.

MC: Huh, feelings of anger?? You wanna fight?

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Mammon: MC, I didn't study for this test?! What do I write?!

MC: That's our marriage certificate, Mammon.

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MC: Belphi, wake up!

Belphegor: Huhh, what is it MC?

MC: You fucked up big time.

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MC: I'm going to commit mass arson, and no one can stop me!

Lucifer: Why.

MC: ...Good question. Chaos.

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MC: A blackout in a room full of violent creatures? Ah, don't be such a fussypants!

Mammon: A FUSSYPANTS??

( Sam & Max S1 E12 )

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Beelzebub: I'm Beel! And this is my huggable family!

Everyone in the room: Please don't hug us.

( Sam and Max this time it's virtual! )

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Asmodeus: and here's the house of lamination! A colorful and full of life home that came to be under mysterious circumstances!

MC: By "colorful" He means decaying, filled with demonic forces, and smells like certain damnation with a hint of mildew. And by "mysterious" he means a psychologically scarring murder house turned horror movie that was dragged down here by Lucifer himself.

( Sam and Max this time it's virtual! )

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Belphegor: I thought we needed one of those mermaid candies to breath down here.

MC: It's fiction, jarhead. We have ridiculous lung capacity.

( Sam & Max s1 E2 )

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*During the angels event*

MC: Kindness? Charity? Understanding!? When will this hellish nightmare end?!

( Sam and Max )

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Beelzebub: You aren't scared of me?

MC: Me? Scared of you? Why should I be, you're a big blubber of man.

( Life of Melody )

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Diavolo: You're looking hale and hearty today Lucifer!

Lucifer: I had five years worth of coffee in five minutes Diavolo.

( Sam and Max hit the road )

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Diavolo: MC, you have as much of a say in this as anyone else does.

MC: You mean like how I had a say in my technical kidnapping and all of my many near death experiences?

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MC, walks into the room with a gigantic lint roller covered in dog fur: So I lint rolled the puppy.

Mammon: Okay.

* five minutes later *

Mammon: Wait MC did what?

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Belphegor: This is your first and final warning! Pull over or die!

( Sam and Max save the world )

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MC, looks at the dislike portion of the student ID: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

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Simeon: Can I drive?

MC: Jumping vehicular homicide, no!

( Sam & Max save the world )

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MC: What do you have?

Solomon: A microwave!

MC: Somehow that's worse than you having a knife.

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Satan: They say an idle mind is the devils playhouse

MC: How curiously insulting.

( Sam & Max the devils playhouse )

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Satan: Are you sensing my desire to turn you into a QUIET LIL HANDBAG.

Luke: Satan.

Satan: Sorry.

( Sam and Max S1 E10 )

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Daivolo: Hey MC, can I-

MC: No.

(Sam and Max save the world )

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MC: Question, when was panda express constructed?

Beelzebub: Uhhhh 1776??

MC: Ah yes, during the American revolution!

( sunny side skies )

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Mammon: What're ya gonna do? Gimme the silent treatment?

MC: .....

Mammon: Nooo, stop, pleeeease!!!

MC: Never underestimate the power of passive aggression, mams.

( Sam & Max beyond space and time )

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Belphegor: By the name of the moon I will kick thy ass!

( colors of my canvas )

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Lucifer: MC, can I ask why you're parkouring over furniture and nearly breaking every vase in sight?

MC: Lilith keeps trying to touch me with her icy hands!

Lilith: they're not that cold MC! I promise!

MC: YOU'RE DEAD! THEY'RE FREEZING.

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Mammon: Where is your "can-do" attitude?

MC: She left, long ago!

( heartstopper show s1 e1 )

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Luke *with the most serious face he can muster*: MC, I don't want to be friends anymore!

MC: Yeah, okay, that's cool lil buddy-

Luke: MC? MC are you crying?

MC: No, no, it's okay, this is fine-

Luke: MC, you're sobbing.

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Lucifer: Cerberus is ment to discouraged you from coming into the unground tomb.

MC, currently cuddling with a sleeping cerberus and peting his heads: And?

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MC: It's so sad frisk died of ligma

Belphegor: who's frisk?

MC: ligma balls

Belphegor: AHHH-

( Saying alot of things as Kris )

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MC: Are there British people here in the devildom?

Diavolo: What?

Soloman: Of course not MC, British people aren't real.

Diavolo: What???

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Lilith: why are you the size of a shrimp?

Belphegor: Why are you nonexistent in a physical form?

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MC: If I gave Diavolo a lemon, he would disintegrate and I would become the ruler of the devildom, and that's the way the world turns.

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Satan: -to make them think they've come here willing and have them be more submissive."

Solomon: *cough*andbreedable*cough*

Mammon: MC, you've been drugged- Solomon????????

Lucifer: I can't have a moment of peace.

( The Day Out by @/beels-burger-babe )

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Diavolo: It's just sitting there, menacingly...

MC: It's literally just eating grass.

Diavolo: It's looking at me with cold, dead, eyes...

MC: It is entirely focused on the grass.

Diavolo: It's unnatural.... how can something be so, complacent?! So, unbothered?? So... So uncaring about what may happen should it let it's guard down for even a second?!

MC: That's because not everything runs on caffeine, procrastination, and daddy issues, Diavolo.

Diavolo: It's scary! 🥺

MC: It's a Capybara.

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MC: Plural for platypus, go.

Platipy- Mammon , Daivolo , Luke , Beelzebub

Platypuses- Satan , Lucifer , Barbatos

*windows shut down* - Levi , Simeon

Platypuss(e)s - Asmo , Belphi , Solomon

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Mammon: You good?

MC: No.

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Player: AYO!

MC: huh?!

Player * dragging MC *: let's go bud, we're off to therapy!

MC: WAIT-

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Asmo: Asdsgvdfdzkga!!@^$$"'

MC: ....Pardon?

Asmo: You don't know keysmash?

MC: This is an audible conversation.

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Luke: Please let this be a normal day...

MC: With these several idiots? No way!

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MC: Hold on- how was I able to hear him from my room, which is by the kitchen down the hall from the stairs, from the attic?

Beelzebub: Big attic.

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* C R A S H *

Teen!MC: are you okay dude?

Teen!Demon: yeah I'm fine *scurrys away*

Beelzebub: they were flirting with you btw.

Teen!MC: what?

Beelzebub: Yeah, they were showing off their magic for a few minutes now. Kinda a shame you only noticed when they crashed.

Teen!MC: Damn, that's rough.

MC: All dirt is grime but not all grime is dirt.

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Mammon: Huh?

MC: All poultry is meat but not all meat is poultry.

Beelzebub: Correct.

MC: All math is calculated but not everything that is calculated is math.

Satan: Alright now you're just going off the rails.

MC: All pails are buckets but not all buckets are pale.

Asmo: MC, dear, I think you're sleep deprived.

MC: You can read all books but not all books have been read.

Lucifer: context, Also it is 2 am. Why are you up?

MC: Osmosis is always diffusion. But diffusion is not always Osmosis.

Belphegor: Very true.

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* Loud explosion *

Mammon * from across the castle *: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT MC??

MC: that, was the sound- * peeks into the kitchen * OF THE KITCHEN BEING BURNED DOWN?!?!

Solomon: * cackling *

(Helluva boss )

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Luke: I am not a child and I don't need to be treated like one!

MC: You're literally 10. I don't know who traumatized you or how but it is fine to be a 10 year old with 10 year old feelings.

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Lucifer: All is forgiven-

Someone far away: BABY, C'MON GET DRESSED, YOU'RE MY DATE TO THE PEP RALLY TONIGHT!!

Solomon: Oh no.

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Teen!MC: Fuck it, let's go to hell!

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MC: They be like "I'm good and fine!" Sir, you are mentally ill and have suppressed half of your lifetime, nothing about you is "fine".

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MC & Barbatos: YOU SPIN ME RIGHT ROUND BABY, RIGHT ROUND, LIKE A RECORD BABY, RIGHT ROUND ROUND ROUND

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MC: Have you no free will friend?!

Asmodeus: Excuse you, I'll have you know I did that morally injust thing on purpose.

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Diavolo: I have a task for you-

MC: No.

Diavolo: wait what?

MC: No.

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Lucifer: * crying over Liliths body, reeling from war, daddy issues sky high, extraordinarily traumatized *

Diavolo: I can fix him!

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Luke: Ah, shit.

Simeon: Sir?

* later *

Simeon: Goddammit.

Michael: Excuse me?

* even later *

Michael: Son of a bitch.

MC: I didn't even say anything.

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MC: So if I take off the ring I could potentially collapse all the realms, ending the worlds as we know it?

Solomon: yes.

MC: So the ring is the only thing stopping me being consumed by own magic and essentially killing me?

Solomon: yes.

MC: And the ring should be kept on at all times?

Solomon: Not really, but yes.

MC: You mean... the ring that's laying on the floor right next you?

Solomon: Pardon?

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MC after getting 6 hours of sleep over the span of three days because Belphegor doesn't stop whining: Can the DEMONIC BEINGS that go THUMP in the ATTIC, SHUT UP?!

Belphie: *stomping his feet* IF I HAVE TO SUFFER SO DO YOU

MC: WELL I DIDN'T LOCK YOU IN THERE, NOW DID MR ELDER BROTHER ISSUES?!

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Lucifer: You're an irritable sheep today, aren't you?

MC: Yeah, well, why don't try sitting in this smelly booth while I beat the hell outta helpless fish?

( Sam and Max hit the road )

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Asmodeus: He hasn't stopped balling, or spewing, or having violent fits of rage since we brought him home! I wonder what's vexing him so...

Bb Satan: * Screaming bloody murder *

( Sam and Max S1 E10 )

AN - I needed a break from writing a long chapter and refound this. I don't know what it is either.

#obey me shall we date #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me crack

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queenofallimagines · 9 months

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obey me side characters with a female MC with naturally big breasts?

part 1 w/the brothers

The way this has been sitting in my notes bc a MAN🤢 has taken over my brain

Also Doing the first batch of newly datables bc I don’t really have a good grasp on Raphael aside from memes

Solomon:

- we been knew ://

- Asmo 2.0 and a MENACE

- Like he’s not as outwardly shameless but he makes jokes about it a lot

- “How would you feel if you got you a mega milk shirt? Asking for a friend🥰”

- “Does your back hurt carrying all that?”

- “I need a place to rest my weary head😔”

- Sir get the fuck up off the floor

- When you give him a hug he has this shit eating grin the whole time

- Stares at them shamelessly when you’re not looking

- In student council meetings

- When he’s actually being a good teacher he will get really handsy the name of helping you become a great sorcerer

- Gets uncharacteristically touchy

- Mammon is like 6 seconds from snapping and he’s so giddy about it

- Annoying the demon brothers and getting to touch you>>>>

- Probably makes shit fall over so you have to go bend down and pick it up🙄

- Another one to “fix” your clothes

- Will go “guess who” and wrap his arms around you from behind and blow into your ear

- He’s so annoying

- Ngl if any of the non humans try the stuff he does they will get a stank face bc they’re under the impression this is a normal human thing

- Him licking your neck unprompted is NOT A REGULAR HUMAN THING

- You’re just used to him hanging off of you at this point

- Slightly notice he only acts this way around the others

- He’s very “haha we’re humans and have a deeper connection than you ever will🥰”

- They see that possessive glare he throws them and you either don’t notice or completely ignore it

- He’s just weird like that this isn’t out of the norm behavior

- Treats you like a teddy bear too

- “Mcccc please come over here and hold me🥺”

- “You a grown ass man bro😐”

Simeon:

- certified freak

- 7 days a week

- I’ve already said that his man is FILTHY (pls refer to jinkicake and my brainrots💕)

- He’s gunna give that bright smile in your face so you don’t notice that his hands are wandering while they’re sling over you

- Shamelessly stares at your chest but he’s so respectful it just looks like he’s listening carefully what you’re saying

- Hugs are his primary form of greeting so him hugging you isn’t out of the ordinary

- Loves feeling your chest rubbing up against him

- Let’s you feel up his chest

- Instead of feeling you up like asmo he places your hands on him

- Will tempt you to put your hands in the slits in his outfit to touch his hips

- I swear he would give you a lap dance and then play it off as a “joke”

- Something feels so naughty about him pinching your nipples with his gloves on whispering how good you are for him

- “You’ll let me taste you won’t you?”

- Sucking and biting marks into your tits

- Will let you ride him and NOT help at all

- Wants to see you struggling w the burning in your legs and your tits bouncing

- When you collapse and whine for him to please help he will smile and then quickly put your ankles behind your head and fuck you like crazy

- “You’re being so good for me taking it all.”

- Wants to fill you up until you’re gushing his cum all over the sheets

- Will scoop his cum back into you when you’re overstimulated

- Buys nipple clamps as a surprise

Barbatos:

- he won’t care he’ll tell you

- “Your shirt is very tight fitting and looks good on you”

- Will brush his hands against your chest while brushing “dust” off your outfit

- Doesn’t initiate hugs so when you do he’s ecstatic

- Will squeeze you real tight

- In private will wrap his tail around you

- Runs his hands up and down your sides

- Hand on your lower back at all times

- Will of handedly say you’d look good in red ropes

- If you take him up in his offer he will make sure your tits are nice and snug

- Leaves marks on them

- Loves to grope them in his hands and kiss them

- Has nipple clamps that he will attach and have the ropes tug on

- Bites them gently

- He has to leave bite marks all over you

- Lmao good luck going to class with those rope marks peeking out through your uniform

- Smiles knowingly at you from across the student council room

Diavolo:

- Teddy bear

- Has no concept of shame really

- If you feel embarrassed he’ll shift into his demon form so his tits are out too

- Hugging you and swings you around but literally just bc he wants to run your chest against him

- Will outwardly give you compliments

- He’s bold as fuck

- “Would it be appropriate to ask if I could feel?”

- Usually along the lines of your chest is so soft and he wants to lay on it

- Obsessed with how soft and warm humans are

- Jacking off underneath his desk thinking about you wrapping your tits around him

- When you pop up in his office you’ll notice that he’s looking you more intensely than usual and his eyes seem darker

- Usually asks you to sit on his lap as a joke but this time it doesn’t feel like a joke with how deep and solid his voice sounds

- Bedroom eyes like crazy he can’t even hide it you feel like he’s stripping you slowly

- If you’re trying tot all to him he’s giving hums of acknowledgment while looking you up and down

- “Mhm…. Say mc, I’ve never noticed how good your uniform looks on you”

- “Cocker closer, behind my desk I want to talk to you face to face” lmao he’s gunna have you in his desk with your legs over his shoulders

- Knows you didn’t lock the door when you came in

- Mentions how it would be a lively surprise how Lucifer or Barbatos could come knocking

- “I’m sure they’d be happily surprised to see how well you can take me”

- “W-wha-“

- “Hm? We often discuss how good you’d look on your knees for us”

- Before you can even unpack all that he’s thrusting into you faster and ripping your shirt open

- “You almost look like a present unraveling for me like this.”

- Sucking licking muting and kissing all over your chest jokes that you can pull his hair if you want

- Will fuck you even deeper to watch them bounce and especially with how deeply you’re breathing

- Determine to make you cum as hard as possible so you can arch your back and push them into his face

- Leaves hickeys all over your chest

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Christmas with the Sallow Family: Chapter 3 || Jumper

Summary:

The group all recover from the day before with a casual trip to Hogsmeade. The new student finally learns more about the Twin’s parents as well as their first year at Hogwarts.

Word Count: 8,000 +

Notes:

I really wanted to explore more of Ominis and his dynamic with your character, as well as have him starting to feel more comfortable with Anne, as they have faded into the background a tad. This chapter is overall more focuses on just some fluffy moments between the group, so no major warnings. There is a bit of Sebastian getting more bold as the teenage hormones start to set in over societal rules (if you catch my drift), but nothing crazy…

Previous Chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/legacygirlingreen/713706775141056512/christmas-with-the-sallow-family-chapter-2?source=share

Sebastian awoke with the sound of the rooster. The tent was filled with the soft golden glow of morning. He went to stretch his stiff limbs when he realized he wasn’t alone. The events of the prior day came rushing back to him. The girl in his arms coming back injured, the fight with Solomon, their shared bath…

Sebastian’s arm instinctually tightened around the girls waist and he realized that his hand had been clutching something as he had slept. As he felt around her body, feeling the silk material of her slip in his hands, he realized what the weight in his hand must be. Oh…

His manhood must have realized before he did because he felt it pulsing into her backside no less. Her soft snoring told him the girl was still asleep and he couldn’t be more thankful knowing she was not alert to witness his body’s natural reaction to having her breast in his hand as they slept.

Against his inner desires he slowly shifted his hips away from hers enough to prevent the curve of her bottom from hugging his linen clad member. She shifted at his movement humming as she attempted to snuggle back into his warmth.

“Good morning beautiful” he said against her shoulder as he pressed a kiss the same way he had done the night before. She only hummed in response, hand tightening around his as she noticed him attempting to slip out of the bed.

“Don’t leave” she said with a childish tone. He laughed at her half asleep request.

“Anne and Ominis will be awake soon” he whispered into her skin.

“You feel so nice though” she left out an annoyed huff knowing he was right. He chuckled at her compliment.

She rolled over to look at him. The sleep in his brown eyes was lingering as his brow remained relaxed. Sebastian allowed the arm around her waist to tighten and pull her closer.

“I will admit, I could get used to this.” He said, his voice finally coming to a semi normal volume, yet more gravely than normal.

“What exactly” she asked playfully, attempting to settle the parts of his hair that had stuck up wildly in his sleep.

“Waking up next to you.” He said pulling her into him enough to place his lips onto hers. She let out a squeak of shock into his mouth as he claimed hers.

His hands wandered down to the swell of her bottom, remembering that last night he hadn’t seen her put on undergarments, wondering if she still laid bare beneath the thin nightgown. As his fingers slipped underneath, and were met with bare skin he let out a groan into her mouth, before sliding his tongue into her opening lips.

She allowed him to explore the inside of her mouth with his tongue as his hand felt along her bottom squeezing the skin there. She brought her hands up to his bare chest, finally allowing herself the indulgence of running her fingers along the sparse hair on his chest.

Sebastian felt like his whole body was being filled with electricity as her hand began wandering lower, stopping shy of his waistband. He heard movement in the next room over and immediately broke apart from her reluctantly.

She let out a huff of annoyance but realized Anne and Ominis must be waking up so she rolled over enough to maintain distance. Sebastian quickly pulled the sweater he had discarded the night before, back over his head and sat up.

Anne came barreling in the room, sleep still on her features as she made eye contact with her brother in the girls bed. She simply smirked, before making her way over to the pair.

“Out.” She said to her twin and he rolled his eyes at her demand but stood nonetheless. Before leaving he ducked down, pressing a quick kiss to the girls brow before exiting the room without a word. Once he was alone, Sebastian promptly stuck his hand down his trousers to adjust his cock with a huff.

The girl looked at Anne with wide eyes, nervous the ill girl may mention something to her Uncle about the state she found the young couple in but Anne simply laughed as she made her way to the girls side.

“How are you feeling?” Anne asked her.

“Much better now, thank you. I am sorry if I scared you yesterday…” she trailed off worried that her emergence may have been too much for the sick girl to handle.

“Trust me, seeing Sebastian and Solomon fighting outside was more difficult than anything you caused” Anne said as she stared at her folded hands.

“What happened?” She asked, unsure as she had not heard any yelling.

“Solomon got mad at Sebastian for remaining by your side while they patched you up since he was improperly dressed, and it led to him bringing up our parents, which struck a nerve”. Anne didn’t hold back the truth from the girl, assuming her brother would eventually tell her.

“Oh…” was all she could find the strength to say, as she suddenly felt more guilty about demanding Fig bring her to the Sallows and not Hogwarts.

Anne shook her head at the girl “trust me, they fight like that often and without reason. Solomon did threaten to cart you both off to a chapel.” She said with a small chuckle at the thought of her Twin in a suit and the girl in a white dress at their current age.

Her face immediately went bright red at the thoughts of the Twin’s uncle forcing them into wedlock at nearly 17 years old. While the thoughts of being together Indefinitely were something she found herself enjoying more and more lately, having it be due to force on his guardians part wasn’t comforting. Despite this, she did come to realize very soon they would be the age of adulthood in their realm, where it would be a possibility… however she preferred knowing someday that would be his decision to instigate.

“What did um… what did Sebastian say about that?” She asked Anne, who shook her head.

“You may want to ask him yourself when you have a moment.” Anne replied before standing and moving to grab a change of clothes for the day.

“I was hoping my Uncle would allow us to visit Hogsmeade like we do every year before Christmas. I know Ominis mentioned last night that Sebastian was still struggling with a gift for you and I miss visiting the three broomsticks. Not to mention I hate knowing that my brother now has the better hair of the two of us” Anne called out with a laugh from behind the privacy screen as she changed.

“Do you need something less tight than your normal attire? I can’t imagine that it would be comfortable as you are still healing?” Anne asked after a moment. She had a point .

She shifted through her bag, digging out a simple long sleeved green linen dress and brown corset that would stop just above her wound. She couldn’t remember where or when she had come into possession of the item, but she knew for a fact she had yet to wear it. The girl pulled on some undergarments as she realized she was still not wearing them from the night before. The reminder of Sebastian’s hand on her bare skin making her go warm again…

“I have something I can wear, thank you for your offer. Honestly a trip to Hogsmeade sounds wonderful” she said as she shed the night dress over her head and slipped the green dress over her nimble frame. Anne stepped out from behind the screen and came to stand behind the girl. As she pulled the corset on over her dress, Anne came to help the still injured girl with tightening the strings. Anne was careful to not tighten it too much given her still damaged lungs were hurting.

“Do you need help with your hair? I know I can’t achieve those braids you do, but I could help remove the tangles” Anne offered as she held her own hairbrush.

“That would be wonderful, thank you Anne.” She responded, sitting on the edge of the bed, allowing the other girl to sit behind her.

They sat in a quiet silence as Anne worked the brush through the girls sleep mused locks. Eventually remembering something she had yet to discuss something with the Sallow girl…

“You and Ominis sprung apart quite abruptly yesterday when Sebastian brought me in the house” she spoke with a chuckle. Anne’s movement with the hairbrush temporarily paused before she resumed.

“I find it quite impressive you remember that given how you were pressed into my brothers naked chest.” Anne retorted as she continued working through the tangles in her hair.

“You mean when I was bleeding out? I can assure you the last thing on my mind was your brother’s naked chest.” She scoffed playfully as Anne set the hairbrush down.

“I was actually referring to the state I found you both in last night when I came in to turn out the candles.” She quipped, standing only to dig through the small bag she had brought from the house, pulling out a black ribbon. As Ann brought some of the hair by the front of the girls face to the back, tying them with the bow while she noticed the girl’s face turning red.

“I… we…” she was unsure how to proceed given the circumstances surely would be returning back to proper as usual but Anne stopped her “don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. Besides, Sebastian always has been a restless sleeper so the fact he made it through the night is an accomplishment.” She finished the bow in the girls hair and stood as she had finished, handing the girl a small mirror to admire the work.

“I admit, I feel a bit more…” she was unsure how to explain it. She always had felt unsure how to maintain her femininity when it came to how she dressed, often opting for trousers instead of skirts, and skirts instead of dresses. Given the necessity to wear a dress for her body’s healing sake and having her hair tied like the maidens she knew back in her muggle village made her feel unlike herself.

“Like a girl?” Anne asked with a laugh and she nodded.

“It’s not a bad thing, just different.” She responded, twirling a strand of loose hair in her fingers before searching for her wand.

“Shall we go see what the boys are up to?”Anne asked and y/n nodded, following her into the main living area. Ominis was still sitting by the fire, hair askew from the night of sleeping out there and still wearing his clothes from the day before. Sebastian had changed into something more fitting for the daytime and was tightening his shoe laces when they emerged. While he had dressed for the day, he must’ve tackled the parts of his hair that were sticking up, as it now looked much more tamed than it had earlier.

“Well don’t you girls look lovely, Ominis you may want to hurry you’re the only one not ready.” Sebastian commented, eyes lingering on her as he noted his friends unusual disheveled appearance and her more feminine look for the day. The boy only huffed in annoyance as Anne offered to help him find suitable clothing for a day in Hogsmeade. While Ominis didn’t need help - all his clothes were the same shades of white and black for a reason - he was fine with having a few moments with just Anne around.

“So I had a very interesting conversation with Anne…” she trailed off as Sebastian began to shift awkwardly, worried what his Twin had insinuated about the position he had been discovered in.

“Oh really?” He asked her, eyebrow quirked in curiosity as his fingers instinctively reached to twirl a strand of her hair around his digits.

“She said that you got in a fight with your uncle last night while I was having a word with Fig.” She said, finally meeting his brown eyes. At her words, his cheeks flamed, not knowing the extent of what his sister had mentioned.

“We did.” He said as his fingers dropped the curl and began tracing the leather strap of her corset, eyes still trained to hers.

“She also said that…” she words trailed off as his fingers lightly brushed over the swell of her breast. Sebastian leaned in closer to her as he traced the shape of her clothed chest with his hand.

“I’m listening” he hummed out, acknowledging that she had been speaking before he distracted her with his touch.

“That your um…” Sebastian brought his hand down her waist, settling his hand around the small of her back before drawing her closer to him as she continued to struggle to find her words. “Solomon threatened to make you take my hand in…”

“In marriage?” He asked, the playful glint she’d grown accustomed to entering his eyes. She only found it in her to nod at his playful teasing. Sebastian tipped his head to hers, drawing her closer as he brought his free hand to grab hers.

“After yesterday, I have half a mind to let him” he said, eyes piercing hers as she suddenly forgot how to breathe. He couldn’t possibly be meaning what he was saying .

“Seeing that this goblin threat is so much more dangerous than I thought, it made me realize I need to better align my priorities… Although… I understand having my uncle rush that would be entirely unromantic.” He finished out the thought she had been dwelling on since hearing from Anne about what happened the night before. She was unsure how to respond, deciding to let him take the lead.

Sebastian’s grip tightened and he tipped her face back to looking up at his “I want it to be very clear. I do intend to offer you my hand someday, perhaps sooner than we realize. I just would prefer that moment be on our terms. Not Solomon, not out of fear for our lives, but because the affections I hold for you” He spoke with no shyness and his eyes practically shined with the light of the sun at the weight of which he spoke.

If Sebastian hadn’t been holding her upright, she would’ve buckled at the knees at his words. Still finding it unable to speak she slowly brought her head to nod, small smile working onto her face. He knew that his words were bold, yet her eyes told him all he needed to know. She agreed with him wholeheartedly .

“After all… as I recall you said that my possible improper actions could lead you to… what was it again” he played coy, enjoying the way her cheeks flushed and she bit her lip remembering the words she’d spoken a few days prior. He used his finger to pull her lip from behind her teeth as he leaned in close to her ear. “I want to hear you say it again…”

“A long and joyful life with you” she whispered out as her eyes closed. His grip faltered for a moment around her then he tightened it again.

“That’s close but not exactly what you said the other night darling…” he said, drawing her eyes open again. His brown eyes practically pleaded to hear her say the words again but the distant look in her own must have told him that his actions were leading her to becoming speechless. He cupped her cheek in his large hand. He found himself beaming as she returned the action, her smaller hand grasping his face and stroking the stray hair he was slowly accumulating down below his sideburns as it expanded upon the skin of his cheek.

“I can’t wait for the day I can call you Mrs. Sallow…” he said, slanting his face slightly just to lightly brush his lips over hers before pulling away. She was still wide eyed as he pulled back. She hummed happily in response, enjoying his daydreams as she lightly stroked his face with her thumb, finger catching on the sparse scruff.

“You really need to start shaving more regularly Mr. Sallow.” She said with a laugh as she continued lovingly stroking his face.

“Oh really, and why is that?” He retorted with his own chuckle, raising a hand to feel around his chin, noting what she was referring to.

“Because it’s starting to scratch my skin when you kiss me” she said with a fake tone of disapproval. Sebastian barked out a real laugh at her explanation.

“You raise a fair point. I do think one day I want to grow a beard. My mother always complained at how dad’s tingled her skin however she also threatened him if he tried to shave it off.” He said feeling out where his facial hair was slowly coming in and the patches it would need to fill out in order to look decent, as he remembered the way his parents had playfully teased one another over his father’s course hair.

“Is that so?” She asked as she tried to picture what he would look like with the hollows of his cheeks filled in such a masculine manor. It was hard to imagine now as the young man’s sparse facial hair was thin and patchy, but if she really thought about it, she could slowly imagine what an older, more mature version of him may look like. She tried to recall the image she had seen of his father the time they had laid in the undercroft seemingly so long ago, imagining that Sebastian more than likely would emulate his father more as he got older. She smiled at the thought of growing older with him, being able to see those changes for herself some day.

He simply shrugged drawing her attention back to him. “For now I will get rid of the sad excuse for a mustache I’m achieving in order to save your sensitive face. Just keep in mind some day that won’t always be the case.” He playfully dug a finger into her side as she giggled and thanked him by saying “I deeply appreciate your noble sacrifice.”

It wasn’t long before Anne and Ominis strolled in the room. While she tried to pull away, not wanting to allow the public display of affection in front of their companions, Sebastian denied her by pulling her tighter into his frame.

“Sebastian, let me go” she said semi sharply but also jokingly as she attempted again to push him away.

“No, I don’t think I will” he said as Ominis and Anne stood directly beside them, attempting to dowse the rest of the flames on the ground. She let out an annoyed huff at his antics and he eventually decided he had tease the poor girl enough, letting his hand drop just enough that he could pull her into his side.

“Ominis, I’ve never seen you dressed down” Sebastian said, noting his friends appearance. While his blind companion usually kept a very manicured appearance with his tightly pressed suits, perfectly tailored pants, and gelled hair he was seemingly more relaxed standing next to Anne. He had only a simple button down, without a vest or overcoat, and a relaxed trouser.

The main difference was the boy’s blond hair was not styled in its usual quiff that seemed to defy gravity. Instead it remained slightly more tousled and relaxed as his fringe laid across his brow some before being pushed back, with some of the strands curling around his ears and neck loosely. It was apparent he still managed to put some product in it, attempting to maintain some semblance of a style, just much more relaxed than anything they had yet to see from the boy who’s upper class roots followed him despite leaving his family years ago.

“Anne thought it would be more comfortable for exploring Hogsmeade this way…” he trailed off, unsure at how to address the Graphorne in the room as everyone now realized the two were growing closer but had yet to explain themselves.

She found herself piping up at the boy’s sudden awkwardness, attempting to save him any embarrassment as she had come to realize the Sallow Twins had no regard for teasing the two out liars… “I think its a nice change Ominis. Anne seems to be getting everyone out of their comfort zone today, as I for one, can’t tell you the last time I wore a skirt, let alone a dress in public.” At her words he laughed, realizing the Sallow girl was merely having some fun styling her companions against their traditional appearances.

Sebastian noticed his twin’s mischievous grin and immediately shook his head, knowing what she was thinking. “No Anne, not the jumper.” Ominis and she turned their head towards the pair of twins as she laughed loudly, running back into the girls room to dig through the trunk in the corner of the room. Sebastian followed behind her as the other Slytherin students could only hear rifling and pieces of their argument through the curtain.

“Care to escort me inside the house” she asked Ominis, not wanting to have to choose a side between Sebastian and his sister and the boy quickly agreed. He lifted an arm as she took the lead out of the tent, leaving behind the squabbling siblings.

“How are you feeling?” Ominis asked her the moment they made it into the morning light of Feldcroft. He had yet to speak with her alone since the incident the day before, and while he caught most of the story from Anne before they fell asleep, he still had yet to ask her if she was okay directly.

“I am much better now, thank you for asking Ominis” she replied, a small smile on her face. While having few moments alone with the boy these days, still enjoyed his company nonetheless. He was often slow to show emotion, most likely a result of his upbringing, but as time wore on the cracks in his demeanor were starting to break through.

“Of course… you gave us all quite a scare. While I may not actually have seen the state you were in, it was not difficult to infer the severity. I am glad you are still with us.” He said, giving her arm a small squeeze with his other hand. She looked up into his face, noting the way his clouded eyes seemed to shine in the daylight. She often wondered what it was like for him to go through life without his vision. She supposed that since he was born without it, he’s never truly struggled, as he has known no different. She did worry that experiencing yesterday through loud shouting and being thrown outside on more than one occasion was not pleasant for him.

“I apologize if I frightened you all” she spoke quietly.

“You need not apologize. I admire what you did for professor Fig. It was very brave… maybe you should’ve been put into Gryffindor” He said with a laugh.

“Absolutely not. Having to share a common room and table with Leander and Garreth seems horrendous.” She said with a fake shudder.

“I suppose you are correct there… I am glad you were sorted into Slytherin” he mentioned, hearing as she lifted the gate to lead them through.

“Me too.” She replied before continuing “It’s nice seeing you so relaxed Gaunt”

“It’s nice to hear you so happy” he said and she noted that his sincerity came through, as of course he wouldn’t be able to see her happiness but his admission of noticing it in her inflections meant the world to her.

As they rounded the house, the door opened with a very sleep deprived looking Solomon wandering out. When he noticed the pair of students without his niece and nephew he became confused, but figured they wouldn’t be much behind. He found himself faltering knowing he would have to interact with the girl after hearing Sebastian’s bold confession the night before.

“I hope you are doing better today.” He said as she stepped away from Ominis, allowing her arm to fall back at her side.

“I am feeling much better. Thank you for helping me. I owe you a debt of gratitude sir.” She said with a small bow of her head.

“Nonsense. I knew Eleazar from my time at the ministry. He is a good man. What you did, has the makings of a fine Auror some day. You should consider looking into it after your time at Hogwarts.” He gave the girl a nod, knowing that she had gained much of his respect both in her brave actions to save the teacher, as well as her kind demeanor towards his sick niece. She was always the first to lend a helping hand every moment she had been in his home. She didn’t shy away in moments Anne’s pain became difficult. She was respectful towards the Gaunt boy, as well as their neighbors in Feldcroft. The professor had spoken so highly of the girl’s skill in their private conversation, as well as her undying courage. Not to mention how wonderful she was at calming the storm that was Sebastian Sallow…

Anne dragged the boy around to the front of the house. She had began to wonder when they would make their reappearance. She couldn’t help but chuckle when she saw that he had changed into whatever Anne had been referring to when she left their tent. “The jumper” was simply just a semi-worn green sweater with an elegant “S” stitched onto the chest. She would ask him later what was so wrong with it .

Solomon’s eyes almost burst from his head at seeing his nephew in his deceased brother’s old Quidditch sweater. Anne stood proudly beside Sebastian as she had won their argument and forced him into their father’s clothing. Usually Sebastian hated the way it fit him, falling loose around the chest and extending past his finger tips. As he continued aging, Anne was always trying to force him into their sparse collection of his dad’s clothing, maybe in an attempt to feel closer to him, or simply out of curiosity.

Sebastian on the other hand hated having to wear a dead mans clothes to please his sister normally. He was pleasantly surprised today when he slipped it on and it fit properly for the first time. While usually it was bittersweet wearing something that had once belonged to the departed man, today it felt less sorrowful to wear as it finally looked good on his filled out frame.

As Sebastian moved over to collect the new girl, she brushed a small piece of lint from his shoulder, smoothing her hand over the Slytherin crest with a smile. Solomon couldn’t help but see Mr. and Mrs. Sallow, visiting his parents home together as the girl helped tend to his nephew, and Sebastian wore the jumper. While Solomon had to swallow his worry that history would once again repeat itself with Sebastian also breaking propriety, he tried not to think of the negative possibility. They truly were just two people in love, and that didn’t always have to end badly he supposed.

It was Anne who pulled him from his thoughts by asking “Could we possibly travel together to Hogsmeade. I am sure the trip would do us all some good after yesterday, and it is tradition.” Her brown eyes plead for him to say yes, and while he truly didn’t love the thought of her being away from him in case she had a bout of pain, he couldn’t keep the poor girl locked in Feldcroft forever. After all, these days no where appeared safe anymore.

“I suppose, as long as no one wanders off and you make it back before dinner.” He found himself saying as Anne quickly wrapped him in a hug before dragging the Gaunt boy towards the floo flame. As the girl and Sebastian attempted to follow he stopped the pair.

“Sebastian.” He called after his nephew who sighed before turning around, curious what he had managed to do wrong in the few moments he had been around his uncle.

“Yes sir?” He asked, heart beginning to beat faster as he waited his uncle’s reply.

“Keep your companion away from Rookwood’s lot, got it? Stick close to the shops and don’t hesitate to find Officer Singer should things feel off. I want you all to stay safe. As…” Solomon trailed off noticing the way Sebastian was actually listening to him without eye rolls and annoyance before continuing “As the man on this outing I expect you to keep the ladies safe. Not that I don’t believe in Gaunts abilities but…”

Sebastian nodded and replied “Of course. I will get everyone back in one piece. You have my word.” The men nodded at each other before Solomon set off and they moved to follow behind Anne and Ominis off to an Uncle-free adventure on the town…

“Oh how I missed Hogsmeade” Anne said as she walked with the girl towards Madam Snelling’s. Ominis and Sebastian were trailing behind the girls, giving them some privacy but maintaining a close eye on things in case any unsavory characters lingered. After yesterday Sebastian didn’t need to be told twice to keep an eye out for danger.

As they walked up the final steps and were about to head in for Anne to finally get her bands sorted out again Sebastian stopped them saying “I need to go run an errand nearby but I am leaving you girls in Ominis’s very skilled hands. I will be back soon.” Before he sauntered away.

“That was… odd.” Ominis spoke, rolling his eyes before moving closer to Anne. The girls shared a look knowing that it was more likely to do with the fact he still had an aversion to anything associated with a haircut, but they kept that knowledge to themselves.

“Ominis are you also getting a trim?” She asked trying to change the subject from her lovers jumpiness. Anne looked anxiously for his reply. He sighed, running a hand through his messier than usually tresses as they made it inside. He wasn’t given the chance to answer her question as Snelling was all over Anne in moments, whisking her away, saying that she was more than thrilled to finally be fixing the girls hair again.

When she finally noticed the rest of their party she moved to giving two quick air kisses on the girls face and pushing Ominis towards a seat without asking. He stopped her halfway there and said “I actually think I may change things up Madam… try something new. Let it grow a bit.” The girl couldn’t help but notice how Anne beamed at his decision to shed more of the Gaunt persona.

“You know, I think that’s a wonderful idea dear. Something more like the other Sallow… why didn’t he stop by… no matter. I still stand by that was some of my best work.” She continued rambling to Anne, who agreed the stylist did a good job on her brother’s untamed locks as Ominis and the girl awkwardly stood off to the side together.

“Did Sebastian tell you where he was going?” She asked him.

“Getting a Christmas gift for you I presume.” He said with a shrug.

“What have you got for Anne?” She asked him, genuinely curious the response. He shifted his weight to his other foot unsure how to answer.

“How can I be sure that you won’t tell her?” He asked and she laughed.

“I could tell you what I have, and what else I intend to get Sebastian as collateral. Especially if you help me with the later” she said, offering a compromise. Ominis’s sigh let her know he accepted her response and he leaned in close to her ear to let her know what he had done for Anne.

“I found a two way mirror that I had placed in a small compact so that Anne can still see me from time to time when we return to school. I know I can’t… I know I can’t see her but I figured that if she was able to see me that would help provide some comfort perhaps…” he said slowly loosing confidence now saying it out loud. After all, he couldn’t help but think how narcissistic it sounded now that he said it to another person.

“Ominis that is truly heartfelt” he heard her respond with sincerity in her whispered hush. “I am sure Anne will absolutely adore it… I know she misses you a lot. She writes about it in her letters” she told the boy who’s face lit up knowing that Anne missed him.

“Alright, now that I have embarrassed myself enough, what have you gotten for our mutually shared, always up to no good companion?” He asked her, hoping to draw the attention back to her and Sebastian, and not him and Anne.

“Right. Well, I am sure you are aware I possess… special magical abilities. I spoke with the keepers, those that protect this magic, and one also had the same talent as I. He instructed me on how I could use my affinity to conjure items. I used that ancient magic to make something for him.” She told him quietly given Madam Snelling standing not too far away.

“That sounds… interesting. Might I ask what you made?” He inquired, now genuinely curious. She shook her head but remembered he couldn’t see the gesture.

“I prefer to keep that one to myself. I wish for Sebastian to be the first to know what I conjured if that is okay…” she felt bad he had been totally honest with her, but he seemed to understand where she was coming from.

“Of course. You said you needed help with something else? Why exactly do you need two gifts?” He felt a little confused but she laughed.

“In my family, we always abide by one rule at Christmas. Everyone is given two gifts: one that is bought, usually an item they need or can use and the other is something that is handmade. I don’t know why exactly, but we have always done so” she found herself telling the pure blood wizard her muggle customs.

Ominis found the concept fascinating but didn’t question her explanation. Instead he tried to figure out how he could help with the other gift she seemed intent on getting.

“So what do you need my help with?” He asked

“Well… I am not exactly knowledgeable about things men use… While you may be unaware, Sebastian has developed a bit more facial hair as of late and its…” she trailed off noticing how Anne was slowly finishing up.

“Abrasive?” He asked her and she laughed awkwardly.

“Yes. What exactly is the best in terms of tools for taming that? I am not really aware of razors and such.” She explained and he understood what she was asking for.

Ominis explained enough for her to understand and she found herself both grateful and attentive in listening to his suggestion. Luckily in the magical realm, unlike her muggle world back home, enchanted razors that couldn’t nick the skin existed. It wasn’t long before Snelling and Anne walked over to overhear their conversation.

“Oh thank Merlin, I told Sebastian he needed to do something about that scruff on his face this morning and he brushed me off.” Anne said with a laugh before looping her arm back through Ominis’s as she allowed Madam Snelling to help her again sort out Sebastian’s appearance in some way.

Before long the trio was headed towards the three broomsticks, all of them having accomplished all they needed to do in Hogsmeade, ready to enjoy their remaining time causing mischief.

Anne and Ominis were linked at the elbow ahead of her when she suddenly found herself yanked in an alleyway, a hand covering her mouth as she screamed into the void. She quickly began to panic, wondering which opponent had managed to find her this time. It wasn’t until she was met with a pair of delinquent brown eyes staring at hers did she calm down. She was going to kill that boy .

He slowly removed his hand from around her mouth and she roughly shoved him for scaring her. “Do you have a death wish Sallow ?” She asked, exaggerating his namesake.

He released her from his hold, leaning his forearms above her on the stone wall before moving his body closer to her. Quickly she realized the dominating nature of how he had maneuvered himself close to her. As he came closer, Sebastian chuckled and in a low tone said “Don’t say it like that”.

At his shift she tried to back up, realizing she was already pressed into the alley wall as she questioned what he meant “What?”

“Don’t say my name as if one day it won’t be yours” he hummed, enjoying that he was continuing to get a rise out of her like he had that morning.

“I -“ she couldn’t finish her train of though, leaving her mouth agape. When had he gotten so good at this banter? He had always been a cheeky man, who’s playful eyes and smirk initially peaked her interest. However, even she couldn’t deny that lately he had become more openly flirtatious with his intentions for a future

“Anne and Ominis will soon worry where we’ve slipped off to, come on” he said dragging her along side him towards the three broomsticks. she followed silently deciding that revenge would simply have to wait for later due to all his teasing. She couldn’t however fault him for how easy it was to get a rise out of her at the mention of a future together.

***** ***** *****

Ominis and Anne were speaking with Sirona at the counter while she found herself cuddled up near the fire with Sebastian as they continued drinking. They hadn’t really been paying attention to their companions after reuniting, instead discussing the sport Imelda never shut up about.

“I think you would make a wonderful seeker” Sebastian noted, taking a swig from his butterbeer and motioning at her.

“Oh really, and why do you say that?” She hadn’t really considered much about actually playing the sport despite Imelda’s insistence if the headmaster ever reinstated the activity she would be playing for the Slytherin team no questions asked.

“Do I really need to elaborate? You’ve been all of Reyes’s flying records, and if there’s one thing a seeker needs it is speed!” He exclaimed elaborately demonstrating his point with hand motions.

Their conversation had been started when she inquired about the jumper he was wearing, Sebastian mentioning it was his fathers when he played Quidditch for the Slytherin team during his time at Hogwarts.

“That’s the only reason you’ve got?” She asked, testing to see if he thought of her as a ‘one trick pony’ so to speak, or if he truly did think she’d be a good match for the game.

“No its not! What about recovering that Ravenclaw girl’s gobstones? Those were so small and in high places yet you easily found them all” he mentioned, remembering the act she had done early into their semester.

Maybe he had a point .

“You never told me about your time playing” she lead on, attempting to get him to divulge some information on his brief time playing for their house.

“There’s not much to tell there I am afraid” he said again taking a long sip of his drink, realizing soon he would need a refill.

“Imelda said you were really good” she said with a shrug. Sebastian found it very unlikely the girl admired his talent in the arena.

“I never really got a chance to see if I was worth a shit” he said with a grimace remembering why his season in particular was cut short. He had joined his 4th year, as that was the first year he was eligible. Anne and him decided they would both join together, being the perfect pair of beater twins. When she was cursed, and his free moments were being spent off the school grounds at St. Mungo’s with her, he decided to quit.

She had heard from Imelda that the twins were both quite good at the sport, and how it was unfortunate Anne’s illness cut their time short. A part of Reyes’s was hoping if it was allowed their following year, that her presence on the field may get Sallow to come out of Quidditch retirement, as she thought he may prove to be even more inclined to keep her safe from stray Bludgers.

“What position did your dad play?” She asked him as she ran her fingernail over the sleeve of his father’s worn jumper.

“Dad was a keeper” he said, explaining more about the position as she was still somewhat confused on the rules since she hadn’t seen a match in person yet.

“Mum always got annoyed when he would remind her that he was ‘a keeper’ both on and off the pitch” he explained with a chuckle.

“Your mom didn’t play?” She asked, somewhat surprised as both him and Anne both seemed rambunctious, and that was a lot of energy to inherit from just one parent.

“Oh no my mother also played” he said with a laugh remembering how his mother would keep her talents to herself, not bragging like his father.

“My mother was a seeker. It’s how I know you would be good at it.” He said with a shrug.

She blushed at his acknowledge of her being like his mother, who she knew he held in the highest regard.

“Your mother Sallow was the best seeker our house has seen take the pitch. I know I am fortunate to have learned so much about the game from her during her 7th year and my 3rd.” Sirona said as she set down two replacement glasses on the table in front of them.

“Wait, your mother was in Ravenclaw?” She questioned in disbelief, wrongfully assuming that the Twin’s parents had both been in Slytherin as they were.

“She was. I am still surprised Sebastian made it in Slytherin. He stalled the hat for a long time during sorting.” Anne said as she took a seat, remembering their sorting ceremony first year.

“Stalled the hat…?” she asked even more confused, as she was not there for a normal ceremony, arriving too late to see or know of what happened when the hat was unsure what to do with a student.

“It is when the sorting hat takes forever trying to decide which house to sort someone into. For instance when I sat down, the hat was barely hovering over my head before shouting ‘Slytherin’. While your sorting was quite average as it had a strong inclination of putting you in the superior house with the rest of us, but it still made sure you were ambitious enough by asking a few questions”. Ominis said taking a seat next to Anne, attempting to explaining what had happened during Sebastian’s sorting.

“What did it say to Sebastian? And why did it stall on Sebastian and not Anne? They are twins after all? Shouldn’t it have had just as difficult of a time with her” she continued to inquire, still confused. If she was completely honest, using a dusty old hat to decide which group a student belonged to seemed like a strange system she had yet to fully comprehend from her first day.

“No one is truly sure why it stalls on some, and why it finds an easy time with others. It may just mean that some people could easily be successful in more than one house. As for what it said for us, I know that personally it seemed to sense my affinity for mischief fairly easily. I also have never particularly enjoyed being studious like our parents or Sebastian, so I can imagine it had a fairly simple time with me” Anne said trying to explain how she ended up with them in Slytherin.

“I had to ask it to let me into Slytherin” Sebastian admitted, not particularly caring that he had almost ended up in another house, as it was an irrelevant fact now. He wore the same crest as the rest of them, so to him it didn’t matter.

“You can ask it to let you into the house you want?” She gasped. Sirona found it amusing, as she remembered during her time at Hogwarts a particular muggleborn Hufflepuff she befriended also was very confused at the intricacies of their realm. It took forever to explain how the floating candles in the great hall didn’t drip because they were enchanted to Maribel…

Sebastian shrugged before responding to her “It takes into account your preferences. Anne had already been sorted when it was my turn. The hat asked about my parents, noting that while my dad was in Slytherin, I seemed more studious like my mother. It was unsure if there were other aspects worthy of exploring such as my sense of loyalty to family or bravery towards circumstances as I had to ‘be brave for Anne’s sake’. After it continued its line of questioning, and no closer to which house to put me in I begged it to let me stay close to Anne. Eventually it relented and placed me in Slytherin.”

His words really astounded her, as on the surface level she couldn’t picture him in anything but their Slytherin Green. However, the more she thought about it, she understood the hat’s ability to perceive the multiple sides of Sebastian Sallow. He was resourceful in his usage of magical spells to solve whatever problems arose. His bravery in facing danger at ever turn inspired her, especially when surrounded by spiders as she truly hated the foul creatures. She had never met someone so adapted to reading, not only with pursuit of knowledge but also for pleasure. And more recently she had learned how fiercely loyal he could be to those he loved.

“That’s all in the past, and I know for a fact that the hat placed me where I belong.” He said after a moment of noticing how she had grown quiet. Sebastian pulled her into his side as Anne and Ominis broke off into their own conversation.

“I will say, I quite like you in green” she said after a moment, once again lightly gripping his dad’s old jumper.

Sebastian lightly toyed with the sleeve of her dress leaning in closer to her before responding “I was just about to say the same” with a smile.

“From one ‘seeker’ to a future one” Sirona interrupted the pair, handing a small pin to the troll slayer. Across the pennant said the Quidditch position in fading black letters along the gold pin.

“Thank you Sirona, this is very kind” she said holding it in her hands.

“It was given to me by a talented witch who lead us to several wins before passing the gauntlet to me. Happy Christmas” Sirona said to the girl before winking at Sebastian and returning to her spot serving drinks at the counter.

“Wait does that mean… this was your mothers?” She asked as her hands shook knowing the pin was once the possession of his late mum.

“I suppose so.” He said, coming to look at the small crest in her hand. He had no qualms with it going to the girl as he had not known of its existence until now.

“We should probably head back soon” she said to Sebastian, realizing it would soon be dinner time and they were all expected back in Feldcroft. He chugged the rest of his drink, rounding up Anne and Ominis to head back to their uncles.

When they made it back to the hamlet, he allowed his twin and friend to get ahead of them as he realized silence from the girl. She abruptly pulled him behind a small shed out of view of the Sallow home, in the golden light of the sunset. As he raised a brow at her actions she slowly slipped a hand under his jumper.

His eyes unintentionally went wide at her action, momentarily confused at what she was doing. When he saw her bringing the pin to rest next to the Slytherin crest stitched into the sweater he realized what she intended to do. He didn’t say anything until she removed her hand from under the knit fabric, smoothing a finger over the ‘seeker’ imprint.

“As I recall Sirona gave that to you” he said attempting to be playful but as he realized her eyes had gone slightly glassy he stopped his attempts at making fun.

“I feel like it belongs with your dad’s jumper” she said, eyes finally trailing up to meet his own. He brought his hand down to collect hers, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

“You are too pure for this world you know that” he said to her, taking in the kindness and respectfulness of her gesture to reunite his mother’s old quidditch pin with his father’s uniform.

“Perhaps you just bring out the best in me” she said hoping he would recognize the sincerity with which she spoke.

He pulled her into his chest briefly, kissing her forehead, before starting them back towards the house. He didn’t want Solomon to come looking for them, only to find them in a possible precarious state.

“I could say the same for you Love… Also when Black finally reinstates quidditch I will be returning this” he gestured to the pin across his heart.

She went to argue with him, as she still felt the possession belonged with his family but he stopped her before she could mange the words, “Sirona gave it to you. My mother, I am sure, would want you to have it. Trust me. I can keep it with the sweater and you can take it back only for good luck when you play how about that?” He said as they continued their stroll back towards home.

Deal.

Notes:

I really hope you have enjoyed this continued journey. I am not sure why I really liked the idea of both the Twin’s mother being in another house, and Sebastian having to ask to be put into Slytherin. I hope you caught some of the references to Harry Potter with the Quidditch (especially Fred/George and Sebastian/Anne being an unstoppable beater pair), and Ominis’s sorting echoing Draco… I would be happy to include more mild echos when I have the chance and if you have requests or suggestions please feel free to comment. I am always open to ideas. Thanks again for making it this far!

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When We're Older || Caulfield House

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A/N: I've neglected updating my long fic on tumblr, so posting some chapters that have come out in the last two months!

December 1892

“Do I look alright?” Sebastian hesitated, staring at himself in the mirror.

“Sebastian, for the millionth time, I am blind.” Ominis gasped exasperatedly, leaning his head into his palm.

Sebastian fidgeted as Mr. Hill fitted his tailcoat. A dinner jacket was lying on the table next to them as he pinned the lapels down.

“And you’re quite sure I need both?” Sebastian asked again.

“Quite sure,” Mr. Hill said, waving his wand. A perfectly spaced parade of pins flew past him, pinning exactly where Mr. Hill had marked his jacket. “You can never know with muggles–they are rather formal.”

“Besides, you’ll need both soon anyways.” Ominis reminded him. “For London, after graduation.”

“Right,” Sebastian mumbled. He crunched the numbers in his mind; two bespoke suits would cost quite a few galleons, and with him being gone for the holidays, he wouldn’t have any extra shifts at the Three Broomsticks to replenish his funds. That would mean pulling overtime once the spring term had started, on top of studying for the NEWT exams and taking care of Theo.

“Quite a big trip, eh?” Mr. Hill smirked. “Meeting the parents.”

Sebastian flushed horribly; he wished he’d never said anything. “It’s for the holidays,” he mumbled. “Ominis is coming as well.”

Ominis , Sebastian thought, who already had multiple dinner jackets and tailcoats. Sebastian had tried to squeeze into Ominis’s spare jacket, but it had been too tight. While Sebastian had been a little annoyed that Ominis was also invited to meet Lord Caulfield over the holidays, he couldn’t help feeling relieved that he would have a familiar face around, and one that was well trained in matters of high society.

“It’ll be great fun,” Ominis declared. “You’ll meet Theo’s father, we’ll have a proper Christmas, and be back home to celebrate the New Year in Feldcroft.”

Sebastian swallowed thickly. The trip was a bigger deal than he’d let on; while Theo was ecstatic to finally show the boys her home, Sebastian had other things in mind. Given the nature of their relationship and how far things had progressed, Sebastian knew meeting her father was long overdue. He had every intention of falling on one knee the minute they graduated from Hogwarts, and in that case, had about six months to plan a proposal.

First, it required a certain man’s permission.

“I think that should do it.” Mr. Hill said firmly, brushing Sebastian’s shoulders. “Take a look–a fine young man.”

Sebastian stared at himself in the mirror, quite shocked. The only suit he’d ever owned was a tartan jacket that Solomon had begrudgingly bought him when he was fourteen; it no longer fit, long shoved in the back of Sebastian’s trunk at home. He’d worn the school suit every day of his life, of course, but that was a uniform. In the mirror, wearing a black wool tailcoat and full length pants, Sebastian saw a grown man.

If he squinted hard enough, he might see his father.

Sebastian appraised himself in the mirror; the pants were long, touching the tops of the shiny shoes Ominis had insisted were necessary for a formal look. The wool coat nipped his waist in tight, and made his shoulders look broad. Mr. Hill had insisted on a dark green tie, one that complimented their house colors. He would need several shirts, starched and ironed daily, to swap out during the trip. Sebastian had entertained the idea of another colored jacket, but seeing the price of the fabric on the bolt, he hesitated. Any further wardrobe purchases would have to be made further down the line, when he’d gotten back to work.

“I need a haircut,” Sebastian groaned. That would also cost extra.

“A shave too, I might add.” Mr. Hill chuckled. “Alright, down with you–I’ll make final adjustments and have the packages delivered to the school for you before you leave.”

Sebastian stepped down from the podium, and began stripping behind the changing screen. Quickly changing back into his well-worn trousers and soft knit jumper, Sebastian finally felt at ease. He was himself again, not playing pretend as a grown up. He couldn’t imagine wearing a suit to work every day–he hoped curse breakers didn’t have a specified uniform.

Sebastian and Ominis walked back to the school, trudging through the wet streets. They’d just made it through their end of term exams, yet the weather was so mild, the snow hadn’t stuck to the ground. It was still chilly enough to call for their coats, which they wrapped tightly around themselves to fight the wind.

“Are you planning on asking him?” Ominis inquired.

“Asking who?”

Ominis rolled his milky blue eyes. “Planning on asking Theo’s father for her hand.”

Sebastian took in a sharp breath; there was no hiding secrets from his best friend. “I am. Probably.” he kicked a rock on the path. “If the timing is right.”

Ominis let out a sigh, smiling into his Slytherin scarf. “Who would’ve thought, Sebastian Sallow, a married man at eighteen.”

Sebastian bit back his grin. “I love her, Ominis.” It was a simple sentence, nothing else needed to portray how he felt.

Ominis quite uncharacteristically threw his arm around Sebastian, drawing him closer. “I’m proud of you, you know that?” he said, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Get off, you big sap,” Sebastian complained; he did so with a broad smile on his face.

“I’m being serious,” Ominis snorted. “Look at you–-how far you’ve come. You know, when we first met Theo, I thought she was the worst thing to ever happen to you. But now…Merlin, I don’t know where you’d be without her.” he admitted.

“I’m not quite sure either.” Sebastian merely shrugged.

“Do you have…er, a ring?” Ominis asked.

Sebastian kicked another stone off the path. “Not yet,” he admitted sheepishly. He had taken a look through Mr. Hill’s meager jewelry selection; nothing seemed nearly fancy enough to pass as an engagement ring. After quite a mortifying conversation with Sirona, ending with her promising not to spill the beans, Sebastian learned that most wizarding folk got their wedding jewelry made bespoke–something he certainly couldn’t afford after having purchased an entire new wardrobe to meet Theo’s father.

“What about your mother’s ring?” Ominis asked softly.

Sebastian chewed on his lower lip. “I’ve thought about it…but I know Anne wouldn’t be happy with me.”

It had been an unspoken promise between the twins that Anne would receive their mother’s engagement ring. She’d been enamored with the glittering emerald since they were toddlers, and it had pained Anne to let Solomon put the bauble in their Gringotts vault. Had Anne not protested so hard, he was sure Solomon would’ve sold it to pay for their school supplies. Sebastian had already received his father’s golden pocket watch, so it really was only fair that Anne got to keep their mother’s ring for herself.

“I could bring it up with Anne, if that helps.” Ominis offered.

“It would only upset her,” Sebastian reminded him. “I appreciate your offer though. Do you know when you’ll see her next?” he inquired. He couldn’t hold back the hopeful tone in his voice; after finding out Theo was also seeing Anne, he eagerly awaited the day she would accept his presence.

Ominis licked his lips. “Actually, I’m seeing her tomorrow. Wanted to give her some presents before we leave.”

Sebastian sighed, nuzzling his face deeper into his scarf. “Oh.”

“I know you’re disappointed, but she will come around.” Ominis promised. “I know it.”

Sebastian only shrugged, glad that Ominis couldn’t see the frown on his face. “I know she will.”

“And there’s a cart of sweets from Honeydukes? I’m stuck riding in a wooden wagon, while you lot are traveling in the lap of luxury.” Sebastian scoffed, leaning back into the plush seats of their cabin. Theo was seated next to him, her feet draped across his lap. Ominis, who could sleep literally anywhere, was curled up on the bench opposite them.

Theo grinned, taking a bite of her licorice wand. “We have a much longer journey than you do.” she reminded him.

“He has a point,” Ominis offered, leaning his head into his hand. “We could just take thestral carriages. Would be a lot faster.”

Theo winced, shuddering at the memory of her last thestral drawn carriage ride. “Don’t remind me.”

“Anyways, tell us everything we need to know.” Sebastian cleared his throat, changing the subject away from Theo’s horrible experience. “Who we’re meeting, where we’re staying, everything.”

Theo fell back against the bench, twirling the licorice wand around. “So it’ll be a rather small affair, just you two, Great-aunt Gertie, and dad.” she paused for a moment. “Perhaps my Aunt Elizabeth, and my cousin, James.”

Sebastian stiffened slightly. It had been a long time since Theo had mentioned her distant cousin; he knew that Theo’s father favored him, and that there had been some expectation in the past that he and Theo might court one another for the sake of the family. He had no idea what he looked like, or anything about him, really–any discussion of James had ceased once their relationship had taken off.

Theo started fumbling with the ribbons on her dress. “It’s silly, but we dress up for dinner. And at one point, I really would love to take both of you ice skating.” she said, twirling the ribbon in her fingers. “You two are sharing a room, I think. I had Nan confirm it.”

“Nan?” Sebastian asked, raising an eyebrow.

“My governess,” Theo admitted. “She and Aunt Gertie are the only ones who know you’re coming.”

Sebastian felt his heart beating out of his chest in panic. “Your father doesn’t know?”

Theo rolled her eyes, her feet falling from his lap as she sat upright. “He knows I’m bringing home two friends.” she shrugged. “He doesn’t care for specifics.”

Sebastian looked out the window, watching the snow fall. He couldn’t help feeling irked at Theo’s nonchalance–it was one thing for her not to talk about him to her father over the summer, but they were serious now. Serious to the point where Sebastian was ready to ask her father for her hand in marriage, yet she didn’t think it important enough to mention that she was bringing him home for the holidays.

“Excuse me,” Sebastian grumbled, pushing himself up from the bench. He could feel Theo’s eyes roving over him as he exited the cabin, rushing down towards the lavatory. With the door shut behind him, he shut his eyes, trying to steady his breath.

She loved him, Sebastian thought to himself. They’d been together for nearly a year now, and they’d shared so much during that short time. Theo had seen him at his very worst (he shuddered at that memory) and was always encouraging him to be his best. Yet even as he reminded himself of just how much Theo loved him, he felt the tiny seed of doubt planted in the pit of his stomach.

Sebastian splashed water on his face, shaking out his anxiety. He slid the lavatory door open, yelping at the sight of Theo standing right in front of him.

“I did try to stop her,” Ominis yelled from the hallway. “I’m going back before someone steals our seats.”

“What is it?” Theo huffed, crossing her arms. Despite his annoyance at her, Sebastian couldn’t deny how exquisite she looked. Her plaid dress brought out the warmth in her skin, a pretty little bow attached at the end of her braid. She was wearing the maroon dueling gloves Sebastian had bought her for her eighteenth birthday–a meager offering, he’d thought, but she’d worn them every day since.

“It’s nothing,” Sebastian insisted, pushing past her. “Let’s go back to Ominis.”

“It’s not nothing,” Theo grumbled, tugging on his arm. “Tell me.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, turning to face her; she was pouting, big round eyes staring up at him. “It’s just…you didn’t tell your father I was coming.” Sebastian strained. “I don’t even know if he knows about me. About us .”

Theo chewed on her lower lip. “He knows you exist,” she admitted. “That there’s someone important to me.”

“Does he know just how important ?” Sebastian grumbled. “Important like a friend, or like a lover?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Theo insisted, tugging on his arm. “All that matters is how I feel about you. You know my father could care less about me, my personal life.”

“I care,” Sebastian argued. “I care that he knows. That I have every intention of spending the rest of my life with you. Can you say the same?” The words came out of his mouth before he could stop, immediately regretting them.

Theo released his arms, clearly affronted. “I want to spend Christmas with you, Sebastian. With you, in my home. Isn’t that enough?”

It wasn’t , Sebastian thought, but he didn’t want to fight with her on the train. Adelaide and Poppy had already opened their cabin door, looking out into the hall to see who was making all the noise. Sebastian turned Theo, whose eyes were glassy with tears.

“Let’s just forget about it,” Sebastian insisted. “And go back to Ominis, okay?”

She nodded, blinking back her tears. Sebastian didn’t miss Poppy, mouthing a question to Theo.

“I’m fine, Poppy.” Theo declared. “Dust in the eye.”

It was hard to enjoy the rest of the train ride to London; Sebastian felt as if he were sitting on eggshells next to Theo, who had her arms crossed. The trio eventually disembarked at Kings Cross Station, following Theo as she guided them out of the station, dragging their trunks behind them as she searched for her father’s carriage. A kindly old footman yelled out to her, and Theo charged towards him, grinning from ear to ear.

Despite his nerves, Sebastian couldn’t help tipping his head towards the window as they rode through London. Theo excitedly pointed out her favorite things as they passed–a dressmaker her mother used to like, a particularly good tea shop, a bookstore she wanted to take the boys to before they went home for the new year. He watched her reflection in the window, relishing the wide smile on her face. No matter how irked he’d been, any feelings of annoyance were washed away at the sight of her twinkling with happiness.

At the same time, his hand absentmindedly flew to his pocket, making sure his wallet was inside. He’d already splurged on his new clothes and Christmas presents for Theo and Ominis; he hoped the exchange rate for pounds at Gringotts would be favorable.

The carriage pulled into a residential neighborhood; the houses were stately and grand, each decorated lavishly from the outside for the holidays. Sebastian gulped, hoping the two suits he’d bought were fine enough for the occasion. They eventually came to a halt in front of a red bricked manor, lined with Christmas garland. Every window had candles lit in it, and he could see the shadow of a large Christmas tree in the window.

“Dad sure went overboard,” Theo rolled her eyes as the carriage door opened. “Come, let’s get inside.”

The trio clambered out of the carriage; they’d had to be quite creative in concealing Ominis’s wand considering it was his first foray in the muggle world. In anticipation of their trip, Professor Weasley had helped Theo conjure a cane that could conceal Ominis’s wand, while still providing him his echolocation spell for guidance. Sebastian held his arm out for the blond as they walked towards the door–he still seemed shaky.

Sebastian blinked heavily as they walked through the doors. He’d never been in a house so grand before in his life; it seemed every inch of the walls were covered in large tapestries or grand pieces of artwork. He handed their cloaks over to a maid, rubbing his sweaty palms on his new wool trousers. Theo was hugging an older woman, gesturing for the boys to come closer.

“Nan, this is Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt,” Theo introduced them. “My two very best friends.”

Friends , Sebastian thought bitterly. He had to have made a face, considering Theo was glaring at him.

“A pleasure to meet you boys,” the older woman smiled at them. “Everyone has been quite excited to meet Miss Caulfield’s friends from school.”

“Fantastic to meet you,” Sebastian smiled in return, dipping his head in reverence as he shook her hand. Nan shook Ominis’s hand as well, but her beaming eyes lingered on Sebastian as Theo tucked her arm into his.

“Teddie!” A masculine voice boomed.

“Teddie?” Ominis asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Theo and Sebastian turned their heads to the stairs; a thin man walked down the stairs, his strawberry blond hair pushed back. He looked to be the same age as them, if not a little older. He traipsed down the stairs, smiling as Theo hugged him.

“My cousin, James.” Theo announced. “You can call him Jimmy.”

“Always a treat when Teddie comes home.” James smiled broadly, his arm around Theo’s shoulder.

Sebastian had felt the sting of jealousy in the past, watching Theo interact with Garreth and Isaac before they’d started dating. That feeling was unmatched compared to the one he felt now, watching her act so comfortably around a stranger, knowing it was once suggested the two of them marry. Only Ominis’s hand on his shoulder drew him out of his discomfort.

“Jimmy, this is Ominis and Sebastian.” Theo said excitedly.

“Nice to meet you both.” James said kindly, extending his hand to Sebastian.

“Likewise,” Sebastian feigned. He stood up a little straighter, feeling quite pleased with himself when he realized he stood at least an inch taller than him.

James turned his attention to Theo. “I know you’ll hate it, but your father has arranged somewhat of a small dinner party tonight for your birthday.” he winced.

Theo rolled her eyes. “Of course he has. Who is invited?”

James looked over at Sebastian and Ominis hesitantly. “He asked me to bring Edward and John–must have assumed the friends you were bringing for the holidays were young ladies, so the party will be rather unbalanced.”

Sebastian turned his head to Ominis, who was fighting off the urge to laugh. He elbowed him rather sharply, causing the blind boy to cough.

“Speak of the devil,” Theo muttered under her breath.

A man walked into the foyer with a woman on each arm; the younger was dressed in a high necked gown, her red hair pinned atop her head. Aunt Elizabeth, he reminded himself in his head. The other, much older, was quite petite. She had pure white hair, and kind smile lines around her face. It had to be Theo’s Great-Aunt Gertrude, who she’d spoken quite fondly of.

The man himself was a surprise. Theo rarely spoke about her father; based on the complaints, Sebastian had imagined him to be quite cold and austere. To his surprise, Lord Caulfield was neither. He was quite a formidable man, tall and broad, sweeping Theo into a large hug. His black hair, lined with streaks of silver, was tidily done, with a thick mustache and beard. Sebastian made note of their similarities–he and Theo shared the same sharp chin, and he was the source of her honey brown eyes.

“Dad,” Theo said dryly, patting him on the shoulder. He let her down, and she smoothed over the wrinkles he’d left on her dress. “Happy Christmas.”

“Teddie, so happy to have you home this year.” His voice boomed. “Now, where are your friends?”

“Here,” Theo turned to the boys. “Father, this is Ominis Gaunt and Sebastian Sallow.”

Sebastian noticed the glint in his eyes, and the way his lips downturned; clearly, he was caught off guard that the schoolmates Theo had brought home for the holidays were in fact, boys. He gave Theo a stern look, and she merely shrugged.

Nevertheless, he politely held out his hand, shaking both of theirs in return.

“Theodore Caulfield, a pleasure to meet you both. Ted, if we’re to be friends.”

Sebastian nearly choked. “Theodore,” he repeated. He remembered Theo telling him early in their relationship how they’d assumed she was a boy, and that her mother had feminized the name upon her birth. It made sense–she was named after her father.

“That’s the name.” Lord Caulfield gave him a composed smile, but his eyes said otherwise.

Sebastian looked over at Ominis again; the blind boy had a hint of a smile on his face, clearly preparing to make fun of Theo for sharing a name with her father. His eyes found Theo’s, which were quite threatening. Don’t you dare, she mouthed.

“Theodora, I didn’t realize the school you attended was…co-educational,” her Aunt Elizabeth said coolly. “How modern.”

Theo gave her one of her cutting smiles (clearly, Sebastian thought, another trait earned from her father). “It’s a very good school.”

“Perhaps Miss Caulfield should show the boys to their rooms.” Nan interrupted. “Everyone will need time to prepare for dinner.”

“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea–” Lord Caulfield interjected, eyes flitting over at Sebastian.

“Nonsense, they’re fine.” Nan tutted. “Now, children, be off.”

“Come along,” Theo said loudly, grabbing Sebastian’s hand. She laced her fingers through his, and Sebastian gulped. Theo wove her arm through Ominis’s elbow, bidding everyone goodbye as she dragged the boys up the stairs.

They walked down a long corridor, up some stairs, and down another hallway. Theo chattered on about the history of the house, but Sebastian felt so overwhelmed, every fact flew straight above his head. He used to hate when the other Slytherins like Lestrange and Parkinson called him rural, but he’d never felt more like a simple farm boy ever in his life.

Theo pushed open a bedroom door; the walls were a pale blue, with two double beds next to one another. “I wrote to Nan, picked the room myself. Close to the back stairs, in case you need me. My room is the one right below.” she grinned, sitting on one of the beds. “Come over,” she urged.

Sebastian felt his feet drag on the rug as he collapsed onto the soft bed. He nearly groaned at the feeling; he was used to the straw mattress in Feldcroft, and the old beds at Hogwarts. This one was plush, luxurious. He scooched up the bed, letting his head fall into Theo’s lap. Her dark hair tickled his cheeks as she looked down on him.

Ominis pulled his wand out, sighing in relief as the tip lit red. “Oh, it's so hard to not use magic. I have no idea how they manage.” he sighed, waving his wand at the door to shut it.

Sebastian rolled over to let Theo out from underneath him. “So, Teddie?”

“Old family nickname,” she rolled her eyes. “Ted and Teddie.” she spat.

“Your father seems nice.” Ominis shrugged. The valets had brought up their luggage, leaving them shut at Theo’s instruction. Ominis opened his, waving his wand to hang his clothes in the wardrobe.

“He’s always nice to strangers,” Theo crossed her arms. “Bit surprised he didn’t lose his mind when he realized I hadn’t brought home girls.”

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Sebastian huffed. “I want to make a good impression on him.”

“And I’ve already told you that doesn’t matter.” Theo reminded him gently. “It’s not up to him.”

Ominis shrugged. “I’m just saying, you always make him sound so distant. He seemed rather excited to have you home.”

Theo shifted uncomfortably. “You don’t know him the way I do.” her eyes narrowed.

Sebastian rolled off the plush bed to hang his clothes. His trunk was considerably smaller than Ominis’s, and he again hoped that his two suits would suffice for the week. He opened the ornate wardrobe, only to find there were clothes hanging already. Another two suits, and some more new slacks and shirts.

“Mr. Hill told me you went suit shopping this week.” Theo said uneasily. “I know we can be rather formal–so I thought I’d get you some spares.”

Sebastian felt his face burn red with embarrassment. While he was quite surprised at the gesture, he couldn’t help feeling a bit put off. He’d spent nearly half his savings on the two suits he had brought, and it was mortifying that Theo had spent the same amount of coin without question.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Sebastian muttered. He pulled out one of the suits; it was a dark blue, almost black fabric, the one he’d been eyeing at the shop. He hadn’t had enough money to indulge in anything other than black wool, and Mr. Hill had probably caught him admiring the blue fabric on the bolt.

“Blue, your favorite.” Theo murmured. While Sebastian was admiring the suit, she had rolled off the bed and sidled up next to him. “Don’t be mad at me.”

Sebastian looked at his girlfriend with her pleading eyes. It was impossible to stay mad at her for long. He sighed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “It’s too much,” he urged.

“Consider it an early Christmas present.” Theo said, a small smile on her face. She backed away towards the door. “Now get dressed–they ring the bell when it’s time to come down for dinner.”

Once the door shut behind her, Sebastian let out an exasperated sigh. He looked over at Ominis, who was testing out his own plush bed.

“Quite out of our comfort zone, aren’t we?” Sebastian asked wearily.

Ominis gave him a sympathetic smile. “It’ll be fine. A week with muggles, what could go wrong?”

A lot, Sebastian thought. He was already getting off on the wrong foot with her father, and it seemed like Theo was determined to irk the man at every chance. Sebastian wasn’t sure how he’d get the courage to get Lord Caulfield alone, but he knew it had to be done.

Sebastian looked back at the wardrobe, pulling the dark blue dinner jacket out. Flipping the coat flap open, he saw some green stitching on the left flap; over his heart, the initials TC . He let out a surprised squeak, touched by the gesture.

“What has you so chuffed?” Ominis asked curiously.

Sebastian slid on the jacket over his shirt, examining himself in the mirror. He held his hand over the left lapel, where the letters were. Despite his nerves, the green stitching gave him some comfort. No matter how the week went, Theo had given her his heart. She’d done everything in the past two years for him alone.

“Nothing,” Sebastian bit back his smile.

“That was a disaster,” Sebastian groaned. Dinner had ended; the ladies were moving into the drawing room for a glass of wine. Theo’s father had invited the boys to join him in his study for cigars, along with her cousin and his friends.

Ominis scratched his head. “Does it help if I say things can only go up from here?”

Sebastian banged his forehead against the wooden walls. “No.”

“I’ll shut up then.” Ominis pursed his lips. “Come, we mustn’t keep her father waiting.”

Sebastian trudged behind Ominis, pouting. Sebastian was normally charm personified; he’d flattered his way out of dozens of detentions, and had a reputation as one of the most charismatic students at Hogwarts. However, sitting across from Lord Caulfield at the dinner table with Theo’s hand on his leg underneath it, Sebastian found it hard to form coherent thoughts. When Aunt Elizabeth had inquired about his background, he’d merely blurted out Feldcroft and how sheep was its main trade. When her great-aunt asked what his aspirations were post-graduation, Sebastian had frozen entirely–they were muggles, how could he describe curse breaking in a meaningful way?

Theo, on the other hand, had a simple response. “Banking,” she said, patting his leg reassuringly.

Sebastian and Ominis walked in through the door; James was standing, his two friends seated on the leather couch across him. They were quite bored, rather put off at the lack of available young ladies at the dinner table.

“Welcome,” James said kindly. “Scotch?”

“Certainly.” Sebastian said, eagerly taking the glass of liquor. The alcohol stung his lips as he sipped, eyeing the room. Lord Caulfield was suspiciously missing.

“Uncle Ted just ran off for the moment,” James murmured, placing a glass in Ominis’s hand. “You’re doing well–he can be rather intimidating. I'm a bit surprised that Theo didn’t do more to prepare you.”

“You know, then?” Sebastian looked down at the glass, swirling it.

“Theo told me about you two last summer.” James snorted. “She came home from her week long trip to Madrid looking a little too pale, so I knew something was up.” He smiled earnestly at Sebastian. “I’m very happy for you two.”

Sebastian blushed. “Thank you.” he stammered. “At least Theo has told someone.”

Just as James was about to open his mouth, the door burst open. Lord Caulfield came into the room, commanding everyone’s attention.

“Good evening, gentlemen.” The man said easily. “James, go light on the scotch–can’t have you draining the entire bottle.”

“No sir,” James said cheekily. He’d turned to go back to his conversation with Sebastian, only stopping when Lord Caulfield gave him a cutting look.

“Perhaps you and Ominis would like to converse with your friends,” Lord Caulfield said airily. “So I might get to know our friend Sebastian better.”

“Er, right. Sounds good. Ominis, perhaps you’d like to move over to the chair.” James gave Sebastian a sympathetic look as he guided Ominis towards the group, racing back over to the rest of the group.

“Sebastian,” Lord Caulfield said, beckoning him closer. Sebastian hesitantly joined him towards the fireplace, gripping the glass in his hand. “Did you enjoy dinner?”

Sebastian nodded eagerly. “I did, sir. An excellent meal.”

Lord Caulfield eyed him curiously. “Theodora had painted you as quite the conversationalist.”

Sebastian gulped. “So she has talked about me, to you?”

Lord Caulfield laughed, looking at a painting above the fireplace. “No, but thinking I could mistake the glances she was making at you for friendship would insult my intelligence.”

“Oh.” Sebastian uttered, tugging at his collar.

“Tell me, Sebastian. Do you hunt?” Lord Caulfield asked.

“No sir.”

“Right then…any sports?” Lord Caulfield asked, lighting his cigar.

He was a muggle, Sebastian thought. Now wasn’t exactly the time to brag about being a fair flyer in a summer pick up Quidditch league.

“Not particularly, sir.” Sebastian admitted. “At least…not in your type of sports.”

Lord Caulfield nodded his head up and down slowly. “So no hunting, no sports. A scholar, then, am I correct?”

“Attempting to be one,” Sebastian smiled meekly. “Think your daughter has me beat on the academic front though.”

“My daughter indeed.” Lord Caulfield narrowed his eyes on him.

Sebastian looked over his shoulder at Ominis, who was conversing with James and his friends. He silently begged his friend to put his legilimens skills to work, help him form the right words to say.

“What do you think of this painting?”

Sebastian turned his attention back to Theo’s father, and the painting above the fireplace. Sebastian stepped back slightly, looking up at it–it was a portrait of a woman, with dark hair and blustery blue eyes. He was just about to respond, saying how pretty the subject was, when he noticed Lord Caulfield open the flap of his jacket to reach the inner pocket for a hankerchief.

“Your jacket, sir.” Sebastian said quickly. “What does it say on the inside?”

The older man chuckled with the cigar in his mouth. “Oh, Theodora’s mother used to steal all my coats, embroider them on the inside.” he opened his jacket once more, showing Sebastian the red thread. There were letters sewn above his heart, very much like the jacket Sebastian was wearing.

With Theo on his mind, Sebastian looked back up at the portrait. The same pretty dark hair, full cheeks, and pouty lips. He could see his girlfriend in the portrait of the woman above

“Lady Caulfield was very beautiful.” Sebastian mused. “And from what Theo has told me, incredibly kindhearted. I know you must miss her very much.”

Lord Caulfield gave him a look, taking a puff from his cigar. “Perceptive, unlike most seventeen year old boys.” he chuckled. He looked back at James and his friends. “Leonora always said you magic folk grew up far faster than us muggles .” he murmured.

Now was the time , Sebastian thought. He had to make his intentions known.

“SIr, I wonder if we might speak in private–”

“Another time,” Lord Caulfield took another long drag from the cigar, giving Sebastian a knowing look. “For that conversation, I should think.”

Sebastian pushed through the door, shivering as he took off his soaked woolen hat.

“We can put our skates in the back,” Theo announced, unraveling her scarf. She looked around, making sure there were no servants around, before whipping her wand out of her pocket to cast a drying spell on them.

“Thanks,” Sebastian’s teeth chattered. “We should see how Ominis is faring—should’ve guessed he wouldn’t be interested in ice skating.”

“Theodora, you know better than to be waving that stick around the house.”

Both of them froze, turning to look up the stairs. At the top was her tiny great-aunt, hands folded in front of her dress with a mischievous smile on her face.

“Sorry,” Theo moaned. “It’s just so much easier.” Dropping her skates on the rug, Theo bounced up the stairs to kiss the old woman on the cheek. Sebastian did the same, following her up the steps a few paces behind. The old woman blushed, waving him off as he grinned down at her.

“Your father is quite cross with you,” Great-Aunt Gertie warned. “He’s asked for you to meet him in the study, alone .”

“It’s Christmas Eve, can’t he leave it alone?” Theo complained.

“Afraid not, my dear.” Gertie patted her shoulder. “Best you go in now–perhaps Sebastian can help me down the stairs to the drawing room.”

Theo gave Sebastian a wry look before heading up the stairs. He extended his arm out to the old woman, who gave him a beaming smile.

“Did you enjoy your outing?” Gertie asked. “Have you been back for long?”

Sebastian blushed–while he had enjoyed skating, they did spend the last fifteen minutes tucked behind the bushes adjacent to the house. He’d pressed Theo against the brick wall, casting a quick disillusionment charm, so that they might have a moment alone together. Sebastian rubbed his stubbled jaw, hoping Theo hadn’t left any marks.

“London is fascinating,” he demurred. “I haven’t spent time here since I was a child.”

“An expert at deflection, quite like Theo’s mother.” Gertie chuckled. “She looks at you the same way Leonora looked at Ted when they were younger.”

Sebastian felt his blush deepen as they hit the foot of the stairs. “I would hope so.”

“The best of both her parents, I think.” Gertie mused. “It’s a shame her mother didn’t live long enough to see her power.”

“And you know about magic too, then?” Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

“Well, when your grand-niece suddenly finds herself on top of the roof after trying to escape a suitor at a tea party, how could you not believe in magic?” Gertie tipped her head towards him.

Sebastian let out a booming laugh. “She never told me that,” he chuckled. They’d talked often about how their magic manifested, and Theo had long avoided the subject. He banked up the story as future blackmail against her.

As they approached the drawing room, Gertie patted Sebastian’s hand. “I am happy to finally meet you, my dear. She writes about you so often, and seeing the two of you together, I understand why.” her eyes twinkled. “Don’t let Ted scare you. He only wants to ensure Theo has someone to take care of her.”

“I won’t,” Sebastian promised.

Feeling quite chuffed after his conversation with Gertie, Sebastian walked up the stairs with a bounce in his step. He turned the corner to go up another flight to his shared room with Ominis, until he heard the loud voices emanating from the door next to the steps. He could hear Theo, arguing with her father.

“You’re being unreasonable,” Lord Caulfield advised. “Your aunt has put in quite a lot of work planning your debut, and she’s told me you want to cancel it.”

“I’m quite within my rights,” Theo bit back. “She shouldn’t have been planning it in the first place.”

Sebastian pulled his wand from his pocket, casting a disillusionment charm. The door led to the second floor of Lord Caulfield’s study; he slipped in through the door, taking care to press it shut quietly behind him. He looked down below from the balcony of books to see Theo pacing back and forth, Lord Caulfield sitting at his desk.

“Every girl goes through a presentation,” Lord Caulfield strained. “It’s tradition.”

“My mother didn’t.” Theo seethed.

“Teddie, please, I don’t want to argue.” he groaned. “I just want you to do things the proper way.”

“Don’t call me that, I’ve told you a million times.” Theo fought.

Her father let out an exasperated sigh, standing up. “And why is it that you won’t go through with your debut as planned?”

Theo fidgeted. “Girls only do that to find a husband.” she said stiffly. “And I’ve already found one for myself.”

Her father rolled his eyes. “A farm boy, from the highlands, who can hardly hold a conversation. You don’t even know if he can take care of you, Theodora. Surely you–”

“I’ve made my decision, that’s final.” Theo cut him off, crossing her arms. “No presentation–no ball–nothing. I know what the rest of my life looks like, Dad. It’s with Sebastian.”

Sebastian felt a shiver up his spine, his heart thumping with pride hearing her say it.

“You’re eighteen,” Lord Caulfield barked. “What do you know of love?”

“So what?” Theo demanded. “Mother was only nineteen when you met–”

“Don’t bring your mother into this.” Her father warned, wagging a finger in her face. “It’s a completely different situation–”

“It’s not!” Theo bickered. “It’s love–you and Mum were always saying you both sacrificed things to be together, that you could accomplish anything so long as you had each other!”

“That was before I had a daughter! A daughter whose wellbeing and future I need to ensure.” Lord Caulfield roared, his fist slamming on the table. “And has he asked?” his eyes narrowed, leaning against his desk. “This boy, who you should’ve told me you were bringing home, by the way. Has he asked for your hand?”

Theo paused. “Not exactly,” she fidgeted. “But I know it, Dad. I know he’s it for me.”

Sebastian leaned over the railing for a closer look. Lord Caulfield had his head tipped back, staring up towards him. If Sebastian hadn’t cast a disillusionment charm on himself, he could’ve sworn the man looking straight at him. He squinted, and Sebastian inhaled sharply, jumping away from the railing.

“You are as headstrong as your mother,” Lord Caulfield shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If only she were here to deal with your nonsense.”

“Mum would’ve been happy for me.” Theo muttered. “She would’ve known that I was making the right decision for myself.” She gave her father a wistful look before stomping out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

The knocking on the door woke Sebastian first. He blinked heavily, looking over at the window; the sun hadn’t even risen. Ominis, curled up in the plush bed across from him, was already groaning.

“Who is it?” Ominis asked sleepily. “Tell them to fuck off, it’s Christmas.”

The knocking continued. Sebastian hopped out of the bed, sliding into his slippers as he padded over to the door. He opened it, rubbing his eyes; they widened when he realized it was Lord Caulfield, dressed and ready for the day.

“Good morning, Sebastian.” He said stiffly. “I was wondering if you might join me in the study for coffee this morning.”

Sebastian blinked at Theo’s father. “Um, certainly. Let me get dressed–”

“Nothing fancy.” Lord Caulfield said, turning on his heel. “I’ll meet you in the study.”

Sebastian swallowed thickly. “I’ll be downstairs in a moment.”

It took him a few minutes to rummage through his trunk, trying to decide what to wear. He settled on his wool trousers, thick socks, boots, and an old sweater Anne had knitted for him. Ominis had fallen back asleep, snoring lightly as Sebastian shrugged on his clothes. He nearly stumbled down the steps to the first floor of the house; it seemed the rest of the house was still asleep. The door to Lord Caulfield’s study was left ajar, so he slipped through the door and shut it behind him.

“Good morning, Sebastian.” Lord Caulfield said, pouring a cup of coffee from a silver tray.

“Good morning, Lord Caulfield.” Sebastian’s teeth chattered.

“Ted, I told you.” Theo’s father advised, gesturing for him to follow. “Come in, take a seat.”

Sebastian cautiously stepped forward, sitting in the chair across from his desk.

“Happy Christmas.” Ted said, taking a sip from his coffee.

“Happy Christmas, sir.” Sebastian replied, nervously folding his hands in his lap.

“Have you enjoyed your stay in London so far?” Ted asked, leaning back into his chair. “You seem a bit nervous.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “I’ve been nervous about meeting you for a while, I think. Anyone meeting a girl’s father should be.”

Ted gave him a wry smile. “I wouldn’t know–I never had the luxury of meeting Leonora’s parents. They were highly against our union; something about how magic folks shouldn’t marry muggles, if that’s what we’re still called.”

Sebastian bit his lip, nodding. “Some people keep that belief, I suppose. Not me.”

“So much so, they never wanted to meet little Theodora.” Ted said, standing up. He folded his hands behind his back, walking towards the fire. “And that they stopped speaking with Leo altogether when they found out Theo didn’t have any magical abilities.”

“That’s horrible.” Sebastian shook his head. “I can’t imagine it.”

“Are your folks the accepting type?” Ted asked, stopping by the fire. “She hasn’t told me much, but her mentor, Professor Fig, had told me there would be others who wouldn’t accept her.”

“I would say so, sir.” Sebastian stood as well, slowly approaching him with his hands in his pockets. “But my parents died when I was younger. And my guardian…er, my guardian passed almost two years ago.”

“I am very sorry to hear that,” Ted gave him a sympathetic look. “Loss does make you children grow up a lot faster.” He looked up at the portrait on the wall, chewing on his bottom lip. “Neither Theo nor I were quite the same after she passed.”

Sebastian looked up at the portrait of Theo’s mother. “They look so similar.” he mused. “She doesn’t talk about her very much–I would like to know about her.”

Ted smiled softly. “Theo and her mother share a magic stronger than their abilities. They both bring a certain warmth to the world, don’t they? They would do anything for the people they love, even if it pained them.”

“That’s a pretty good way of putting it.” Sebastian admitted. Very on brand for Theo, he thought to himself.

“I never knew such beauty until I met Leonora,” Ted said. “She bewitched me from the moment we met. We both broke our families rules by marrying one another, but I knew no one else would compare. And when she died…well, she took a piece of me with her.” he said mournfully.

“I am very sorry for your loss.” Sebastian murmured.

“I’ll say it now, just once. Theodora is right to despise me. I was not there for her when her mother died, not properly, as a father should. When my wife died, I retreated to the only things I knew–drinking, hunting, being alone. When Theo found her magic, I didn’t know how to deal with it. By the time I realized she’d needed me, she was already off to that school of yours.” He said wistfully. “But Theo remains my crown jewel. My lasting legacy in this world. I don’t care who it is that she marries, except that she is properly taken care of.”

Sebastian swallowed thickly, opening his mouth to say what he’d been meaning to say the entire trip. However, the words wouldn’t materialize.

“Can you take care of her? Ensure her safety, her wellbeing?” Ted demanded. “Provide for her and the children you might have someday?”

“I can, sir.” Sebastian declared. “I’ve been recommended for a highly sought after placement after graduation; I already work, I make my own money. I have a house in the highlands–it’s not grand by any means, but it’s comfortable for her–and I do plan on living in London after graduation.” he blurted.

“And you mean to ask me for her hand in marriage, don’t you?” Ted asked, eyes narrowed.

“I love her, sir.” Sebastian choked out. “I love her so much. I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make her happy.”

Ted pursed his lips at Sebastian. “You are so very young, the both of you.”

“I just feel like no matter how long I get, it won’t be enough time with her.” Sebastian admitted, shrugging his shoulders.

Ted looked back up at the portrait on the wall. “I know the feeling.”

“Are you saying yes, then?” Sebastian asked, albeit a bit too eagerly.

Ted looked at Sebastian, tilting his head. “I think we both know it doesn’t matter how I feel. I know that once my daughter has put her mind to something, there’s no stopping her. I know that she loves you dearly, at least from what my dear aunt has told me.” he said, walking back around to his desk. “If I can make any request, I only ask that you at least wait until you’re older. Graduated at the very least, preferably.”

Sebastian nodded. “Of course, sir.”

Ted leaned over his desk, palms flat on the surface. “We both should’ve known regardless, my permission never mattered.”

Sebastian couldn’t help but laugh at the look on Ted’s face. The older man shared the same chuckle, shaking his head at the thought. As if Theodora Caulfield could ever be stopped, Sebastian thought to himself. She was a force of nature, the most talented witch he knew.

And someday, hopefully soon, his wife.

“Happy Christmas, you two.” Theo said, leaning against the door of their bedroom.

The day had actually been quite nice; the trio had gone out to Diagon Alley for the day, picking up a bevy of treats and candies to share amongst themselves at home. After a modest Christmas roast with her father and great-aunt, they’d retired to the room upstairs to exchange Christmas presents. Ominis had gifted Sebastian a new leather wallet to replace his tattered one, and a pretty hairpin made of unicorn horn for Theo. Sebastian and Theo had jointly gifted Ominis a traveler’s set of wizard’s chess.

“For the two of you to play on the train back to Scotland,” Theo said softly, putting her arm around Sebastian.

“You two are too much,” Ominis shook his head. “Especially you, Sebastian.”

“You deserve it.” Sebastian declared. His pockets might have been a little leaner that holiday season, but he wanted to give Ominis a meaningful present. The same for Theo–while he couldn’t afford anything remotely close to what her father had gifted her that holiday season, he yearned to give her something meaningful. While he had not found what he’d been looking for in Mr. Hill’s jewelry selection, he’d still made a purchase. That, and a visit to the goblin metalsmith in Irondale.

“This one’s for you.” Sebastian declared, passing Theo a long oblong box. It was carefully wrapped in butcher paper, twine and holly berry tied to decorate it. He watched as Theo tore off the wrapping, eyes widening at the velvet box.

“Sebastian, can we speak in the hallway?” she murmured.

Slightly panicked, Sebastian nodded, following her out of the room. She shut the door gently, gripping the velvet box in hand.

“I didn’t want to say in front of Ominis…you shouldn’t have bought me anything.” Theo insisted.

Sebastian scratched at his head. “It’s Christmas,” he said sheepishly. “I had to get you something.”

“But you just bought the gloves for my birthday,” she strained. “And the new clothes–”

“Are you worried about me?” Sebastian asked quietly. “About the money?”

“I just know you gave up a lot of shifts over the holidays to be here,” Theo looked down at her shoes, fidgeting. “And we already get so little time together, you’ll be working yourself to the bone trying to make up for it.”

“Open it, please.” Sebastian interjected. “Open the box.”

Theo looked at him as she snapped the box open; she pulled out the silver chain, which had a key at the end.

“What is this?” she whispered, examining the key closer.

“A key to the Feldcroft house.” Sebastian swallowed thickly. “It’s nothing big. I know you could easily break the door down if you wanted to, but after we spent so much time fixing it up over the summer, I wanted you to feel like it was yours. Because it sort of is, in a way–”

Theo dropped the box, throwing her arms around his neck. Sebastian tugged her close, hungrily kissing her lips. She was whispering something in between kisses, but Sebastian couldn’t make sense of it. He chuckled against her mouth as she pressed him against the wall, her hands on his cheeks.

“Ahem.”

Sebastian turned his head, feeling Theo jump away from him. Mortified, he saw Theo’s father at the end of the hallway, his hands crossed against his chest. Ted Caulfield was giving him a knowing look, eyebrows raised in displeasure.

“Sorry, Dad.” Theo muttered, clutching the silver chain in hand. The velvet box had fallen from her hands.

“Theodora, bed.” Ted ordered her.

Theo turned back to Sebastian, giving him a devilish grin and a kiss on the cheek. “Tell Ominis I said goodnight as well,” she sang, fastening the silver chain around her neck. Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck as she winked, disappearing down the back stairs.

“Goodnight, Sebastian.” Ted said gruffly. “Don’t forget our conversation.”

Sebastian blushed. “Goodnight, sir. Happy Christmas.”

With that, he slid behind the door to his room and a very confused Ominis.

September 1898

“Have you found them yet?” Sebastian asked, frowning.

He heard a soft meow from underneath the dressing table. Craning his neck, he saw the little tan cat wiggling its bottom out from under, shaking out the dust as it clutched the silver cufflink in its mouth.

“Thank you,” Sebastian grinned, plucking the bauble. “Useful having an animagus in the house.”

Theo reverted from her animagus form back to human; she brushed the dirt off her skirt. “Is that all I’m good for?” she snorted, checking her hair in the mirror.

“Amongst other things,” Sebastian winked, fastening his cuffs.

Theo rolled her eyes. “Don’t get me started–we’re already going to be late to dinner.” she warned him.

They were due at Caulfield House soon; as soon as her father had caught wind that Sebastian was home, he’d insisted they come over for dinner. Sebastian had been entirely taken up with assignments from Rothwell, and Theo had been deep in her research all week. They’d slipped into a comfortable routine in the week that he’d been back with her; coffee in bed before work, dinner in the kitchen at half past five, and curled back up in each other’s arms with books by nine.

It was like he’d never left, Sebastian thought to himself.

“Come on,” Theo complained. “I’d rather not spend my Friday night stuck at the house, I’d rather spend it back here with you. So let’s get dinner over with.” She sauntered ahead of him down the stairs. “How on earth did your cufflink get under the dresser, anyways?”

Sebastian’s face burned red; he didn’t want to tell her he’d been tearing apart her dressing room, looking for the ring she’d hidden all week. He was starting to panic–Theo had made it sound like she’d hidden it in plain sight, but he’d looked through her bedroom, dressing room, and bathroom twice already.

“Nothing,” Sebastian coughed. “Shall we?”

It felt odd, traveling the muggle way, but her father has insisted on sending a carriage. Ted Caulfield was nothing if not traditional, sending the old carriage with the Caulfield family crest. Sebastian held Theo’s hand tightly the entire way as the rickety coach creaked on the cobblestones.

“Do you remember the first time I met your father?” Sebastian asked, tipping his head to look out the window.

“You were quite cross with me,” Theo snorted. “Because I didn’t tell him.”

“Yes, well, it’s common courtesy to let a man know before bringing home a significant other.” Sebastian reminded her.

Theo sidled up to him, setting her chin on his shoulder. “I am no man’s to give away.” she said simply.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, but pecked a kiss on her head. “I was just thinking about how long ago that seemed.” he mused. “I couldn’t tell if your father hated me or not.”

“He’s always liked you,” Theo pointed out. “You, on the other hand, were terrified of him.”

Sebastian laughed at the memory. “Everything seemed much scarier and more serious when you’re seventeen.”

They rolled to a stop in front of Theo’s childhood home. Sebastian helped Theo out of the carriage, smoothing down the front of his jacket. He recalled how he’d spent a good chunk of his savings on fancy wool suits from Gladrags, only to find Theo had purchased him an entire wardrobe. He likely had some of those old jackets back in his flat with Ominis–he made a mental note to ask Theo to stitch her initials into all of his new clothes as well.

Sebastian walked in through the doors; it looked and smelled just as he remembered it. He took Theo’s cloak, handing it over to a maid, as he surveyed the empty room.

“It’ll be just us for dinner,” Theo said gently, tugging his arm. “Come on.”

It was odd for Ted to not greet them in the foyer, Sebastian thought. He was normally strict with manners, very by the book. Theo pushed open the doors of the dining room, and Sebastian nearly stopped in his tracks at the sight of her father at the table.

“Sebastian,” Ted Caulfield grinned. “Welcome back.”

Ted Caulfield had terrified Sebastian when he was seventeen. He was a large, barrel-chested man who could easily fight him if need be. A sportsman, Theo had called him, always somewhere hunting or riding. He couldn’t have been older than his late forties when he last saw him, but somehow in the three years Sebastian had been gone, he’d…aged. Significantly. Sick, if Sebastian would dare to think it. The man sitting at the table looked weathered and stiff, wincing as he tried to pull himself up from the chair.

Sebastian quickly jumped forward so that the man wouldn’t have to get out of his chair. “Ted,” he smiled, shaking his hand. “Good to be home.”

“Sit down,” Theo ordered him. “No need to be so formal, Dad.”

“Proper manners, Theodora.” Ted chided her. He looked up to Sebastian. “Still as stubborn as the day you met her, I presume?”

Sebastian dipped his head, smiling. “Would expect nothing less.”

Dinner went on, but Sebastian could sense the tension in the room. He didn’t miss the way Theo batted her father’s hand away from the salt, or how she complained that the sauce was too heavy.

“I wanted them to cook a good English meal for Sebastian,” Ted tutted. “He’s home after being away for so long, after all.”

“I’m grateful for it, really.” Sebastian assured him. “It’s nice to be home.”

“Don’t encourage him,” Theo huffed. But under the table, her shaking hand found his. Sebastian squeezed it reassuringly.

The dinner conversation was cheerful, only interrupted by Ted’s coughing and Theo’s fussing. Sebastian tried his best to cut the tension with stories of his adventures in Cairo. Despite Ted having some idea of magic, he still took delight in Sebastian’s stories of curse breaking and escapades amongst the pyramids. Ted lamented not being in good enough health to travel, which had Theo dropping her silverware.

“Shall we retire to the study?” Ted asked, taking Sebastian’s arm as he helped him up from the table.

“I’m going to check in with your nurse first,” Theo said, folding her napkin. “I’ll meet you two there–and I better not catch you drinking any scotch.” she warned.

Sebastian helped the man limp from the dining room to his study; the fire was crackling low as Sebastian helped him fall into a leather bound chair.

“Just a little bit won’t hurt,” he pointed to the crystal decanter. “A cheeky drink between us gentlemen.”

Sebastian walked over to the desk, pouring a modest glass of scotch for both of them. Ted sighed deeply as he shot it down, resting the crystal glass on the table adjacent to him. Sebastian sat down, swirling his glass in hand.

“Theo didn’t tell me you were unwell.” Sebastian said uneasily.

Ted gave him a sheepish look. “I’m sure she had much better topics than my health to discuss with you in your correspondence.”

He tilted his head towards him. “You’re important. You’re her father.”

Ted smacked his lips together. “Truth is, I would’ve died a year ago, had Theo not been there.” He drummed his fingertips against the edge of the chair. “Heart attack, right here in the study.”

“That’s awful,” Sebastian murmured. “I’m sorry to hear it.” He felt a pang of shame in his heart, realizing he hadn’t been there to comfort her. Why didn't she write? He would’ve taken the time to come home, he thought.

“That magic of hers really is something.” Ted shook his head. “But she can’t sustain me for long.”

“Magic?” Sebastian repeated.

Ted nodded. He swirled his fingers, imitating his daughter. “The curious little blue magic of hers,” Ted repeated. “Worked a charm.”

“Is there anything I can do?” Sebastian asked, leaning his elbows on his knees. He knew there was likely nothing to be done on his end, but offering it felt like the right thing to do.

Ted swallowed thickly. “Marry her. Make an honest woman of her, Sebastian. She should be a wife by now, a mother. If I’ve learned anything in my life, it’s to not wait.” Sebastian blushed. “Sir–”

“I know that’s contradictory to what I told you when you were seventeen,” Ted waved him off. “To wait until you were older–but you’re both grown now, Sebastian. Don’t waste any time not being together.” He looked up at the portrait of his wife above the fireplace, as he so often did in Sebastian’s presence. “If I could have but one more moment with Leonora, I would trade every material possession I have in the world.”

“Trust me sir, I am trying.” Sebastian assured him. “Any other sage advice, then?”

“A little less scotch and cigars,” Ted coughed. “Would’ve prolonged things a bit.”

“I think I’ve set your nurse straight,” Theo said, walking into the room. She stood in the center, her hands on her hips. “Tell me you didn’t drink any scotch.”

“Not a sip.” Ted said cheerfully.

“I know you’re lying,” Theo scowled. “I can see the glass next to you."

“Sebastian poured me a little,” Ted admitted.

Sebastian’s jaw dropped as Theo seethed, snatching the crystal glass from the side table. Ted chuckled as she set it down on the desk, leaning against it with her arms crossed.

“You so remind me of your mother right now.” Ted said wistfully.

Sebastian’s eyes compared Theo to the portrait on the wall. Yes, as his love had aged, she’d become the very reincarnation of her mother. They shared the same black curls, rosy cheeks, and shapely nose. Sebastian wondered if Leonora Caulfield scowled or rolled her eyes in the same way Theo did, sharing any other little characteristics with the woman who’d driven him mad since he was sixteen. It reminded him that her mother was just another character he’d never meet in life, much like Theo would never meet his own parents.

Ted was the only living parent between the two of them. Theo and her father had still had somewhat of an icy relationship when Sebastian left for Cairo, but it seemed like Ted’s illness had thawed the frost between them. It made sense that Theo would use her magic to prolong his life as much as possible, despite the disdain she’d had for him as a teenager–he was all she had left. Sebastian became even more determined to find the ring, to marry her while Ted was still around to see.

They’d have to talk, Sebastian thought. He was reminded of the job offer in Cairo, the one Rothwell continuously reminded him of every time he stepped foot in Gringotts. They’d have to figure out where they’d live–Theo’s townhouse was nice, but not a proper family home. How quickly they could plan a wedding; soon enough that it wouldn’t look suspicious on Ominis’s end, and enough time for Sebastian to scrounge his savings together for the party.

He might never see Cairo again, which gave him a little bit of heartache. He’d expected the trip home to be a quick respite, but being back in London for just the short week and a half had made Sebastian realize it was time. Time to settle down, time to grow up. There would be adventure again someday, but he’d missed far too much in his time away.

“Sebastian, are you even listening?”

He broke out of his thoughts, turning his head to Theo. She was still leaning against the doorway. Her father was hobbling towards it, looking back at him. “Hm?”

“Dad is tired, I think we should retire for the night.” She said, holding her gloved hand out. “Shall we go home?”

He got up from the chair, eagerly helping Ted walk them to the door. A maid held their cloaks out for them.

“Remember, Sebastian.” Ted said quickly, as Sebastian passed Theo’s velvet trimmed cloak.

“Remember what?” Theo asked curiously, fastening the brooch at her neck.

“Oh nothing,” Ted replied cheerfully, kissing her cheek. “You two get home safely–it was lovely seeing you both.”

Sebastian nodded to her father, bidding in farewell as he walked Theo down the steps to the carriage. His hand hovered over her back as she got in, feeling a weight on his chest as he followed. He started thinking of his list again, all the tasks he needed to accomplish in order to properly go down on one knee. Where in Merlin’s name had she hidden the ring?

“What did my father say?” Theo broke the silence between them. It was silent in the cabin, except for the sound of the carriage wheels bouncing over the street.

“Why didn’t you tell me he was ill?” Sebastian asked softly, taking her hand as he ignored her question. “I would’ve come home.”

Theo turned her head to look out the window, her gloved hand resting on her chin. “I didn’t want to worry you. I could manage on my own; taking you away from your job would’ve only lengthened your apprenticeship. I wanted you to come home, Seb. But only when the time was right.”

Sebastian frowned. He hated the idea of her dealing with it all on her own–she likely wouldn’t have told Ominis either, keeping her father’s illness close to her chest.

“I’m home now,” Sebastian murmured, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Let me take some of the burden.”

“He’s not your father,” Theo sighed. “He’s a pain in my arse, but he is my dad. I should take care of him.”

“He’s important to you, so he’s important to me.” Sebastian pressed his nose against her cheek; the gesture made Theo giggle, turning to face him. Her eyes were wet–she’d been trying not to cry.

“I’m glad you're back,” Theo whispered, pressing a hand to his cheek.

“Me too.” Sebastian tucked her into his arm, holding her close. He relished the way Theo hummed against his chest, dark curls pressing into his chin as they savored the silence. The couple remained that way the entire ride back home.

#writing-intheundercroft #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x oc #sebastian sallow fan fiction #sebastian sallow long fic

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angel-inked · 1 year

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What happens when you defend them?

Thanks to @liliac-dreamer for giving me this idea!!!

You and your significant other are minding your own business until your not! 😳

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Grimes causes trouble!

Training with Tommy was by all accounts exhausting, but the deal was he would do something you wanted to do if you agreed to do something he wanted to do. Tommy flashed a small smirk as he watched you huff and puff, "how are you not out of breath yet?" You asked. "Used to it," Tommy explained quietly. You shook your head, "ya know, you could've just knocked me out instead of trying to short-circuit my brain with lack of oxygen!" You exclaimed once you caught your breath, making Tommy chuckle quietly.

"I'll knock you out in the bedroom later," Tommy explained with a wink. Smirking again as your eyes went wide, "Tommy!" You yelped, lightly smacking his arm "we are in public!". "Does it look like I'm worried about that?" He asked, gesturing to himself as he took off his wraps.

"Got yourself a hot date or something?" The grating voice of Mad Dog Grimes approached. Tommy didn't even acknowledge his presence, making the other fighter rather annoyed. "You deaf now, too?" Grimes taunted, trying to grab Tommy's shoulder. Tommy shoved him away and sent him staggering backward.

The two seem to almost freeze up when you stood suddenly and put yourself in between them, "don't fucking touch him" you grumbled. Grimes smiled, "You think I'm going to listen to you?". "You better." you explained. "What are you gonna do? Hit me?" And that you did, the black boxing glove you borrowed from Tommy connected with Mad Dog's mouth, knocking him off balance. He stumbled enough that he fell back on his ass, "That's why you always gotta expect the unexpected Grimes!" Colt Boyd called from the other side of the room.

Mad Dog groaned irritatedly as he stood, "This isn't over Conlon!" He exclaimed, pointing at Tommy. "If you're gonna be enemies with someone, the least you can do is learn their name!" You griped as Mad Dog walked away in a huff. Tommy's mom didn't keep her married name and neither did Tommy.

You turned around to peck Tommy on the lips, pulling away confused when he didn't kiss you back. Tommy was just staring at you, like you were the birth of some kind of amazing new species he'd never seen before. "Come on, Champ," you said, pulling off the boxing gloves and grabbing your bag, "Let's get out of here.". Tommy was so used to being the defender that when he became the defended, he didn't know how to respond.

Stress ball.

"Would you rather have chocolate sushi or breast milk in your coffee?" Eddie asked, as you waited in line for your coffee order. "Where the hell do you come up with some of this stuff, Brock?" You laughed, Eddie laughed along with you.

After your laughter died down, Eddie glanced at the group of teenagers that walked in. He sighed and began squeezing a blob of Vemon that formed in the palm of his hand. "You okay, Ed?" You asked, knowing this was a sign he was overestimated but trying to mask it.

"Yeah, just getting kinda loud in here," he explained. Loud noises, especially overlapping chatter, had always been sensory hell for Eddie's autism, even before he had Vemon. "You can wait outside if you need to," you smiled softly. "Nah! I got V, we'll manage, " Eddie said, gesturing to the ball of blackness in his hand.

"What'd you name your toy?" One of the teen boys laughed. "screw off!" You exclaimed, Eddie was having a hard enough time as it was, and you weren't going to let some stupid teenage boys make it worse!

"And we're supposed to listen to you?" Another one of the teens laughed. "Yes, you are!" A low voice growled. You glanced over at Eddie and saw Vemon's head protruding out from the neck of Eddie's shirt, still hiding themself enough for Eddie's comfort.

"Listen to the morsel, or you will lose your head," Vemon threatened, and needless to say, the group of teens hurried out of the coffee shop after that!

Eddie smiled, "Thanks, guys".

Voice of reason.

Alfie waved his pistol in the air, rambling on like the madman he was. Tommy Shelby glanced over at you from his seat, taking a drag off his cigarette and rolling his eyes. You smirked, you know your husband is a lunatic, but it's one of the reasons you love him.

"Now, yea, if you shoot someone, Tommy, right? You best shoot them in a way that guarantees you only have to do it once," Alfie explained. Hand movement never ceased as he did.

"Dose he ever shut up?" One of Tommy's goons whispered to his cohort. "Do you want to fuckin' repeat yourself?" You asked, looking over at the two men. Alfie fell silent, glancing at the pair and then at Tommy. "I don't like to repeat myself!" You exclaimed, standing up.

Before Alfie or Tommy could add their commentary to the situation, you marched toward Shelby's henchmen. "Are you fuckin' deaf?" You shouted in the man's face, who was still refusing to answer you.

Finally, losing your patience. You turn your back to the goons, acting like you were going back to your seat, but instead, you whipped back around and punched the git right in the nose.

"Now!" You exclaimed, marching back to your chair. "Maybe that will teach you to speak out of turn!" You shouted as you sat down, crossing your legs as the man whipped his now bloody nose on his sleeve.

Satisfied with your work, you look ahead at Alfie, who has been staring bugeyed at you since you started yelling. The surprise on his face turned into a smirk as he started to chuckle, "Fuckin' hell" he sighed, leaning back in his chair.

"I knew I fuckin' married you for a fuckin' reason, eh!"

Long engagement

"Collins!" Farrier smiled, hugging his best friend. "How are you?" You asked as Samantha, Collins' girlfriend, gave you a hug. "I'm good!" She smiled happily. The four of you haven't spent anywhere near enough time together for far too long, which was a more common occurrence than you'd like given you and Sam were courting two of the best spitfire pilots the Royal Air Force had to offer!

"So, when's the wedding?" Collins teased. "Piss off!" Farrier smiled, lighting a cigarette between his lips. You and Farrier have been engaged for over a year now and have yet to make any wedding plans, Collins found enjoyment in giving both of you a hard time for it.

"Collins!" Another pilot called from the aircraft hanger your group had gathered in front of. "Feeling charitable, are we?" The finely dressed pilot smirked, gesturing to Farrier, who glared at him in response.

Farrier was constantly harassed by a certain group of pilots, as he didn't come from as much money as they did, and these pilots thought of him to be of lower class than them. Collins could say he came from a well-off family, but he'd never degrade someone who didn't.

"Tosser" you grumbled. "Excuse me?" The other pilot asked. "I second that!" Collins exclaimed, "Farrier's one of the best bloody pilots we got, whether you like it or not!" He continued, "now, if you don't mind fucking off cause I'm rather busy with my mate and his lovely fiancé!".

With that, Collins grabbed Samantha's hand and began to walk off. You did the same with Farrier. "You didn't have to do that, Collins." Farrier mumbled once the two of you caught up with the other couple. "And let the bastard continue to insult you? Not a chance," Collins smiled, patting Farrier on the back.

Farrier sighed, "thanks mate" he said, finally giving in. "Better Collins tells them off then me, I wouldn't have been as pleasant" you explained. Farrier and Collins glanced at each and chuckled, Farrier kissed your cheek.

"Thank you too, love."

Coffee?

"You mean you haven't asked him out yet?" Maggie asked as she washed some cups in the sink. "And face his rejection? No, thank you!" You replied. "You don't know that!" Maggie exclaimed. You had been smitten for your boss for some time now, and your big sister wasn't helping the matter any.

The slow day was welcomed at the station, the barroom was filled with moonshiners. Including the Bondurant brothers, at the far end of the bar.

Howard leaned against the wall behind the bar, already about half gone despite it being noon. Jack and Cricket chatting amongst themselves. Forrest somewhat slumped over on his stool, fumbling with his half full glass of bourbon.

You entered the room, taking orders and chatting with some of the older familiar faces. Forrest watched you diligently, not once taking his eyes off you as you drifted around the room like a soft breeze.

His staring didn't go unnoticed by everyone, however, "Forrest, I don't know how many times I need to tell you this, but staring ain't gonna get you nowhere!" Howard smiled. Forrest didn't pay no mind to his brother. Not many people knew Forrest like Howard and Jack did, and to them, it was obvious what he thought about you.

Suddenly, having grown tired of his brothers, Forrest stood and made his way over to you. You turned away from the table you were serving and near bumped into the silent man, jumping slightly. "How many times are you gonna do that?" You chuckled nervously. Forrest only stared at you, you gestured to the coffee pot in your hand, and Forrest nodded.

You smiled and moved past him to the kitchen, Forrest followed. "See something you like, Forrest?" Maggie asked over her shoulder. Forrest hummed in conformation. You glanced back at him to see his eyes were unashamedly on your ass.

Some chatter arose from the bar, Forrest sighed as he heard his name mentioned. What you heard made you furrow your brows, "Forrest Bondurant? You mean that useless bastard?" You grabbed the coffee pot and headed out there before Howard could break the man's face in.

When the brothers called each other useless, it was just teasing, but if someone else was brave enough or stupid enough to call, one of them that? Especially in front of all three of them? All hell would break loose, you beelined to the table Howard was moving toward. "You mind repeating yourself? Thought I heard something about my boss," you explained.

One of the men, the one you heard from the kitchen, glanced over at Forrest, who was now standing next to Howard. "You work for that?" He asked, pointing at Forrest as the middle brother crossed his arms. You glanced at Forrest and nodded, "Oh, you could do much better, darlin'." The man remarked, "ya see, them Bondurants..." You didn't let the man finish his insult, pouring some piping hot coffee in his lap.

"Oops," you smiled, as the man hurriedly stood up. "You bitc-!" The man was quickly thrown out by Howard along with his friend. The fight ensued outside, you turned to see Forrest staring at you.

"Why did you do that?" He asked quietly, narrowing his eyes. Feeling bold, you simply smiled and briefly kissed his lips, smiling even wider when he grunted softly into the kiss. After pulling apart, the two of you locked eyes for a moment.

"Now then!" You exclaimed, "How about that cup of coffee?".

#what happens when you defend them?#tommy conlon warrior #eddie brock/venom symbiote #alfie solomons fluff #farrier dunkirk #forrest bondurant lawless #tom hardy #fluff #fanfiction #snippets

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harunayuuka2060 · 2 years

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Asmo: Sweet reaper~ We're here to do an interview~

MC: *annoyed* Get lost. *shooing them away with their hand*

Belphie: No. You've agreed after we informed you last week.

MC: I wasn't listening and that is not counted.

Asmo: Come on now, sweetie~. Just answer a few questions and we'll be on our way~.

MC: Then be quick about it.

Asmo: Yay! So first question, who's your favorite student here at RAD?

MC: Solomon.

Belphie: What do you like about him?

MC: His food. Especially the latest one he made which is the magma lava soup.

Asmo and Belphie: ...

Belphie: You fucking ate that?

Asmo: Belphie—

MC: What? You got a problem?

Asmo: N-No, um... Er... Oh! So, who will you probably ask help with among the student council officers?

MC: *disapproving frown* Satan and Mammon. Maybe.

Belphie: I'm not surprised with Satan. But why would you choose Mammon?

MC: I don't know. He's easy to bribe?

Belphie: Good point.

MC: Is that your last question? I really need to go somewhere right now.

Asmo: Last thing! What can you say about Mephistopheles?

MC: Huh??

Asmo: He just wants to know your impression about him..

MC: Ah... He's Diavolo's loyal puppy.

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Mephistopheles: How dare you insult me like that, reaper?!

MC: Huh??? Insult you? That's not an insult. It's a DESCRIPTION.

Mephistopheles: It's not! And I'm not a bitch!

MC: I said you were Diavolo's loyal puppy. So you wanted to be called "bitch" instead? Then sorry! I have no idea about your "preferences". *emphasizing the word with their fingers*

Mephistopheles: ...

Mephistopheles: But in the— Ugh. Nevermind. I got mad because of nothing.

MC: *raised an eyebrow* You are really a puppy.

Mephistopheles: Stop. *pouts* By the way, when are you going to visit my place again? It's been a while.

MC: Have you changed the chef? I didn't enjoyed the food last time.

Mephistopheles: I'll just ask the sorcerer to cook for you since only his cooking suits your palate.

MC: Then thanks I guess?

Mephistopheles: ...

MC: What?

Mephistopheles: *grabs them*

MC: What the fuck—

Mephistopheles: *squeezes them*

MC: ...

MC: I'm not in the mood to play as your older sibling.

Mephistopheles: Who cares about that, reaper? And I miss you because I have no one to talk with. And you're a liar.

MC: What the— Me? A liar?

Mephistopheles: You didn't come back when you said you would visit again.

MC: Ah. Yeah. I'm guilty of that.

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me asmo #obey me belphie #obey me mephistopheles #reaper!mc

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another-lost-mc · 1 year

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Dining with the Dateables THE DATEABLES x gn!Reader | SFW | 2k words Rating/Warnings: Mostly fluff and pining, suggestive content. Some jealous/possessive behaviour if you squint at Simeon and Solomon.

Diavolo

Diavolo and the demon brothers are working long hours at RAD in preparation for an upcoming festival

He is in an office by himself, filling out and signing boring documents while he listens to the echoes of the demon brothers’ lively chatter coming from somewhere down the hall

Barbatos brought him a dinner tray earlier but it sits on the corner of his desk untouched, a petty protest after another stern lecture from Barbatos about the importance of paperwork

He's in a foul mood and he's lost his appetite anyway

He gets up from his chair with an annoyed sigh when someone knocks on the door, but his irritation fades quickly when he sees you standing there, holding up a bag from Hell’s Kitchen with a sheepish grin

“Beel was too hungry to work so I grabbed everyone something to eat,” you tell him, “and I thought you could use a pick-me-up too”

As always, Diavolo is happy to see you and he squeezes your shoulder affectionately before gesturing for you to follow him inside

He takes the neglected tray Barbatos brought him earlier and hides it out of sight while you’re distracted looking for a chair to sit on

He reaches into the bag and is surprised when he pulls out a burger, and his stomach grumbles as he feels his appetite return

He’s three bites into his burger when he realizes there’s pickles on it; the tangy-tart flavour and wet crunch catch him off-guard, and he hides his grimace behind a napkin when he coughs

“Went down the wrong pipe,” he lies. “You got this burger at Hell’s Kitchen, you say?” He’s had burgers from there before, but none with pickles on them

“Beel requested a burger - well, several burgers - and he usually gets everything on them, so I got the same for everyone else too,” you explain

You glance between the slightly scrunched expression on his face and his food. “If you don’t like it, it’s okay - I’m sure Barbatos can bring you something better”

“No, this is wonderful, and I appreciate your company even more,” he reassures you, and the sentiment is genuine; the implication that he’d throw out something you bought for him - pickles or no pickles - bothers him more than he wants to admit

When you finish eating your own food, you smile at him and wish him good luck, leaving him alone to finish eating and continue his work

Diavolo stares at the rest of the burger on his desk and after a moment, he picks it up with a resigned sigh, pondering the things he’ll do for love friendship

Barbatos comes to retrieve Diavolo later once everyone else has finished their tasks and left campus

Barbatos says nothing when he finds the untouched dinner tray hidden underneath the desk, but he smirks knowingly when he remembers what you bought at Hell’s Kitchen earlier

“Shall I stop requesting that Hell’s Kitchen hold the pickles when I place your food orders from now on?” Barbatos asks with a tone that’s far too innocent to be sincere

Diavolo merely glares at his friend and says nothing as he leaves, ignoring the sound of laughter that echoes in the hallway behind him

Barbatos

Diavolo and Barbatos invite you to the Demon Lord’s castle for dinner while Lucifer and his brothers are busy with student council business elsewhere

Diavolo is finishing some paperwork in his office so Barbatos asks for your company in the kitchen, and you happily accept the offer since you don’t have many chances to spend time with him alone

You know that Barbatos is skilled in the kitchen but you rarely have the chance to see for yourself what he’s capable of

The main course is already in the oven and an assortment of Devildom produce is on the counter waiting to be washed and peeled

He offers you a chair and sets a pot of your favourite tea on the counter before rolling up his sleeves and working on preparing a roasted vegetable dish

You ask if there’s anything you can do to help, but he smiles at you across the counter and insists that your company is more than enough

You observe him quietly while he works; he’s skilled with a knife and there’s something mesmerizing about watch him handle a sharp blade with such quick precision

Your interested gaze doesn’t go unnoticed and he’s not sure why the attention fills him with some warm satisfaction

He’s cleaning the countertop after putting the vegetables in the oven but he’s disappointed his private time with you is already coming to an end

He decides to take you up on your earlier offer and asks if you’d like to help prepare some fresh biscuits - an impulsive choice on his part that surprises himself as much as it does you

Your face lights up with excitement, eager to learn how to bake something from scratch - usually Luke brings you baked goods and you know your poor attempts wouldn't compare

“You know, most of the biscuits I had back home were baked using a premade baking mix,” you say, curious to see his reaction

The look of surprise on his face turns to bafflement when you say stores in the human world also sell biscuits in a can; you don’t normally catch him off-guard like this, and you’re trying not to laugh at his expression

He’s ready to insist why his homemade biscuits are the superior choice compared to those other kinds you’ve had in the past, but your laughter is infectious and he can’t help but chuckle too

You’re standing shoulder-to-shoulder at the counter, watching him prepare the dry and wet ingredients, incorporating them together with small chunks of cold butter

With a flick of his wrist, he covers part of the counter with flour and places down the roughly-shaped ball of dough

He pauses for a moment before moving over slightly, urging you to step up to the counter in his place

“Have you ever kneaded dough before?” he asks curiously, not waiting for a reply before he steps behind you and takes your hands in his

“The flour keeps the dough from sticking,” he says quietly, “and sometimes it helps to make sure there’s flour on your fingers as well”

His hands are splotchy-white from flour already, and he holds your hands in his, transferring some of the flour from his hands to yours

He watches while you attempt to knead the dough, but he can tell that your movements are stiff and uncertain

He covers your hands with his own and gently guides you through the motions of pushing down and forward, stretching the dough, turning it, and repeating the process

“The trick is to avoid overworking the dough, or else the butter will soften too much,” he murmurs close to your ear, holding your wrists and keeping you still, “but you did very well”

Your face is warm from his praise and proximity, but you hope he doesn’t notice; he suggests you wash up and says he’ll finish the rest while you relax and enjoy the rest of your tea

Later when dinner has been served, Barbatos studies the way you eat, the way you savour the flavors of his cooking between bites

He thinks about your enthusiam in the kitchen and your eagerness to learn and how your hands felt in his

He decides to invite you to cook with him more often; there's still so much more he wants to teach you

Simeon

You’re invited to join Purgatory Hall for a night of board game fun, but it would be rude not to feed you dinner first

He deliberately accidentally forgets some of the essential ingredients he needs to make tonight’s dinner - one his specialties that he know you’re especially fond of

You pass Solomon and Luke on your way to Purgatory Hall - Luke waves at you excitedly and explains they’ll be back after they go to the store and pick up a few things for Simeon

When you arrive, Simeon welcomes you with a wide smile and a hug, and you’re always surprised by how warm he is (especially since his cloak is nowhere to be seen and his bare arms wrap around you so gently)

You eventually pull back, but he smiles at you and asks if you’d like to help him in the kitchen since the others have stepped out; he’d hate for you to grow bored in the sitting room by yourself

You’re stirring a pot on the stove while Simeon is dicing vegetables nearby; he’s glancing at you out of the corner of his eye and notices when you wince

“Are you alright?” he asks worriedly, wondering how he failed to notice you were hiding pain from him

You laugh awkwardly while you try to stretch out your arm a bit

“I’m okay! I think I slept in a weird position last night. I accidentally dozed off in Levi’s tub again and—”

You hear a thud when Simeon drops his knife on the counter; he takes a sharp intake of breath when he steps back from the counter, holding one hand gingerly

By the time you’re at his side trying to get a glimpse of his injury, his hand is already bathed in the soft glow of magic healing the wound; he chuckles when you take his hand in yours anyway, turning it over to make sure he’s fine

He’s not going to argue or pull away though, not when you’re staring at him so intently, and you’re leaning so close–

There’s a slam nearby when Solomon and Luke return and they’re laughing about something when they come into the kitchen with their shopping bags

Luke drags you away to show you something in another room and Solomon is putting the groceries away

Simeon turns back to his cutting board with a frown, chopping the remaining vegetables with a bit more force than necessary

Solomon

Invitations to eat with Solomon have to be handled with care because you know there are two possibilities: he is cooking for you, or he’s inviting you to eat at Purgatory Hall when one of the others is cooking

Simeon understands your predicament and will warn you in advance if Solomon has taken over cooking duties before the others can stop him - but sometimes, the warning comes too late

Simeon pokes his head into the kitchen, glancing at the pot bubbling away on the stove and trying his best not to cough at the acrid fumes in the air

Solomon’s “Hot Stuff Coming Through” apron is splattered in something that’s an alarming shade of purple

Simeon’s cough startles Solomon who freezes, his arm hanging in midair where he was about to shake another generous helping of…something…into the pot

“Don’t forget they have a sensitive stomach,” Simeon warns him before making a hasty retreat from the kitchen

Another dash can’t hurt, Solomon thinks to himself and shrugs off Simeon’s concerns, humming with satisfaction as his stew simmers away

When you arrive, Simeon opens the door and whispers, “I’m so sorry” before Solomon comes out to greet you himself, announcing proudly dinner is almost ready

Your stomach lurches at the smell coming from the kitchen, but when he smiles so happily to see you, it’s difficult not to smile back (for now)

By the time you’ve eaten a few spoonfuls of Solomon’s soup-sludge concoction, your stomach is gurgling uncomfortably and your lips are almost numb from the overwhelming combination of sourness and heat

You can feel sweat starting to bead along your hairline but through the haze, you vaguely hear him ask how you like it - you manage a quick nod, grimacing as you swallow another sip

Solomon seems completely unaware of everyone’s distress, chirping happily that there will be lots of leftovers for tomorrow

When you can't eat anymore, you realize Simeon and Luke don't look much better than you probably do

When the meal is over, Luke makes a hasty escape; Simeon and Solomon reassure you that, as their guest, you are welcome to make yourself comfortable in the other room while they tidy up

You drag yourself away from the table and nearly collapse on the sofa in the sitting room, closing your eyes and trying to ignore the pain shooting through your belly

You don't mean to, but at some point you pass out drift off to sleep

“They must be tired,” Simeon offers vaguely when he checks on you, noticing your sickly pallor

Solomon is not far behind, and when he sees you sleeping in an awkward position on the couch, he lifts you into his arms with a worried frown on his face

“I’ll take them somewhere quiet to sleep," he suggests, eyes shifting to Simeon briefly before walking in the direction of his room. "Could you let the others know they’ll be visiting with us a little longer?”

His bedroom is dimly lit but when he lays you on his bed, a faint smile graces his lips as he watches the candlelight flicker across your face

He leans closer and listens to your steady breathing in the quiet room, and he thinks you look so comfortable in his bed, and he wonders how long your fragrance will linger on his pillow–

He steps away from you quickly when Simeon's footsteps approach his door

Solomon glances at you one more time before he closes the door reluctantly quietly so you can rest

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