Diavolo: Lucifer! *looks At Him While Playing With MC's Hair* *has This Expression Of Discovering Something

Simeon and Solomon: *chuckles*

Simeon: I shouldn't have asked Luke to wake them up.

Solomon: Oh come on. Let Luke have his fun. He's been waiting for this.

Luke: *snuggling against MC, sharing with their blanket*

Barbatos: *enters the room* What's taking you so lon— Oh. *smiles*

Simeon: Can the breakfast wait?

Barbatos: Absolutely. Young master can starve for a few minutes.

Solomon: That's bad. *chuckles*

Luke: *rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes*

Luke: I'm sorry for being late... MC won't wake up.

Diavolo: Oh? *amused face*

MC: I don't remember being woken up.

Simeon: I agree. Luke, I think you went straight ahead and sleep with them.

Luke: But I really tried...

MC: That's enough now. We're already late for school. Not that it matters because the demon prince is here.

Diavolo: *laughs* Is this power-tripping?

MC: Sure does. *laughs with him*

MC: Anyway, has anyone seen my phone?

Solomon: I think Barbatos is keeping it?

Barbatos: I have to. The brothers won't stop texting you, begging you to come back.

MC: *sigh* I'll come back to them after a year. That's the deal you have with them, right?

Luke: Just a year? I thought you will live with us permanently.

Diavolo: All hell will break loose if they do that.

Simeon: *laughs* Let's just enjoy this year together.

MC who has a habit of staring too much (even if they didn’t mean to.)

Simeon: *preaching at the front and sees MC staring at him* MC… You don’t need to stare at me like that.

MC: Sorry… I was too focus on listening to you.

Simeon: *smiles* It’s alright.

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Asmo: I don’t know if which of us is the avatar of lust of anymore.

MC: Why?

Asmo: You have been staring at me and it’s turning me on.

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MC: *daydreaming but unknowingly staring at Lucifer*

Lucifer: Do you need something, MC?

MC: *snaps back to reality* Huh?

Lucifer: Don’t do that again. I’ve almost kissed you.

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Mammon: *getting uncomfortable*

MC: *stare*

Mammon: ACK!!! I CAN’T FOCUS!

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Satan: MC, you’re staring too hard.

MC: Huh? On what?

Satan: *blushes* On my face. For five minutes actually.

MC: Oh… I didn’t notice.

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Diavolo: *chuckles*

MC: What?

Diavolo: You’re staring at me for a while. Are you sure you’re not inlove to me yet?

MC: *rolls eyes*

I need more content of Manon being a freak and also I can’t ship Bok Su and Da Jeong because Da Jeong annoys me so here

I call this ship “Red Meat” for obvious reasons and I like puns

@racheldrawsthis would have an aneurysm if he saw this I think

Y/n: When it starts out with he’s cute as a joke but now you have 4 kids as well as a 5th on the way, a farm, a Summer house and a small bakery

Trey: *smirks while holding their 4th child* it was a good joke

Y/n: yeah it was

he’s just a tree boy and that’s kinda cool🐸

Trey: I accidentally yelled on Prefect and they immediately cried while saying, "I'm sorry, dad."

Trey: It took me two hours and huge amount of guilt to comfort them.

Riddle: ...

Riddle: I will kill a bastard.

Trey: Riddle, no.

Riddle: Riddle, yes.

Barbatos: So you told this human, that I am a womanizer? *smiling* *his arms around MC*

MC: ...

Lucifer: Aren't we all?

MC: ...

MC: I feel endangered.

Barbatos: How so? Are you that comfortable in my presence?

MC: My relatives literally died in an argument between two demons.

Barbatos: Oh. Don't worry. We're not that irrational.

Lucifer: Yes. But he tortures.

Barbatos: Ah... Lucifer? Are you trying to make an impression?

Lucifer: I already have. Two months ago. Isn't that right, babe?

MC: ...

MC: Please. Don't.

Lucifer: *chuckles*

Barbatos: ...

Barbatos: *takes a sniff on MC's scent* *smiles* It's okay. You haven't made a move on them yet.

MC: ...

MC: *looks troubled* What's that supposed to mean?

The NRC students: *are visibly confused as to why there's a kid in the Orientation*

Kid MC: *wearing a smaller version of the ceremonial robe*

Kid MC: Dad?

Malleus: Yes? *carrying them in his arms*

Kid MC: These feel like my pajamas.

Malleus: Do you feel cozy in it?

Kid MC: *nods* I don't think I can study while wearing this.

Malleus: *chuckles* Don't worry. There's another uniform you're going to use. The ceremonial robes are only for formal events.

Lilia: Malleus, it's time for MC to know which dorm they're going to be in.

Malleus: Would that be necessary? I'm sure they'll be in Diasomnia.

Lilia: Malleus, we still need to follow the protocol.

Malleus: *sigh* Fine.

Vil: Is there a reason why we have a literal kid here in Night Raven College?

Rook: I heard they're Roi du Dragon's adopted child.

Vil: Ah...

Kalim: Jamil! Jamil! Do you think they will be in our dorm?

Jamil: I doubt that.

Cater: Aww~. Look at them, Trey. Do you think they're going to be in Heartslabyul?

Trey: I don't mind having a kid over. Right, Riddle?

Riddle: *examining them* Hm. Yes.

The Dark Mirror: Please state your name.

Kid MC: MC Draconia!

Malleus: *smiles*

The Dark Mirror: The nature of your soul is...

Malleus: Diasomni—

The Dark Mirror: Pomefiore.

Vil: What?

Rook: *clapping*

Malleus: ...

Kid MC: Dad? My dorm is Pomefiore!

Malleus: ...

Malleus: No, it's Diasomnia. That was just a mistake. *about to leave the venue*

Vil: I'm not all enthusiastic about this. Rook, get our student.

Rook: Oui!

Sebek: Don't be sad, Waka-sama!

Malleus: I'm not sure if I can do that, Sebek.

Lilia: *chuckles* Oh, Malleus. Why are you acting like your child is never independent?

Lilia: They're going to be fine.

Silver: I agree with father. And Mr. Vil Schoenheit reassured you that he will take care of them.

Malleus: I don't need a stranger taking care of my child, Silver.

Silver: ...

Silver: MC will start their first class in a few hours. Would you like to check on them?

Professor Trein: Is everything clear?

Kid MC: *raises their hand* Professor!

Professor Trein: Yes?

Kid MC: Can I borrow this book? I didn't get to finish reading pages 206-209.

Professor Trein: Sure. But don't forget to do your homework. *giving them a chocolate bar*

Kid MC: Thank you, Professor!

Professor Trein: Now run along.

The other students: That's unfair, Professor! Why do they get to be dismissed early?!

Professor Trein: *frowns at them* Kids don't have long attention lifespan. And I don't want them to get bored in my history class.

Ace: *hides under his desk* Wow! You're playing favorites, Professor!

Professor Trein: Who said that?

Epel: How's your class, MC?

Kid MC: I got a chocolate bar!

Vil: Uh-huh. And what do we do with sweets?

Kid MC: I eat them.

Vil: ...

Epel: *laughs*

Vil: *sigh* Epel, just make sure this child brush their teeth later. Especially before sleeping.

Epel: Yes, sir.

Sebek: LITTLE HUMAN!!!

Silver: You don't have to shout, Sebek.

Malleus: *smiles* MC.

Kid MC: Dad! *runs to him*

Malleus: I've been looking for you everywhere.

Kid MC: My classes finish early than the others!

Malleus: Oh?

Vil: Yes. The headmage and all the teachers made an arrangement where they're going to have four hours of classes everyday.

Vil: You're free to take them to your dorm after they're done with school work, but you have to bring them back to Pomefiore before bedtime.

Malleus: Can't they just sleep in my dorm?

Vil: No. I'm their housewarden.

Epel: Don't worry, Mr. Malleus, sir. I'm sharing a room with them.

Kid MC: Hm! Epel is the manliest guy in Pomefiore! He can fight bad guys with his bare fists!

Epel: Hehe, you flatter m—Eek!

Malleus: Oho...? He could?

Silver: Malleus... It's not the place to be jealous...

Sebek: LITTLE HUMAN!!! DON'T FORGET THAT WE'RE ALL LOYAL TO WAKA-SAMA!!!

Kid MC: Yeah! You don't have to tell me, Sir Sebek!

Vil: MC, have you forgotten about acting all dainty?

Kid MC: *pouts*

Kid MC: But it's too late for me to do that now!

Vil: Do it.

Kid MC: *pouts again*

Kid MC: *looks at Malleus*

Kid MC: Dad~? Do you think I look stupidly cute today? *blink* *blink*

Vil: *facepalm*

Malleus: You're the most adorable child I've ever seen. *chuckles*

Language Of Love

AlHaitham X GN! Reader

“‘Italics’” = he’s speaking another language

“So.. you can speak 20 languages?”

A random conversation.

It was easy to guess how you got to this point, boredom.

Spending time with your.. acquaintance, who you may or may not have a crush on, wasn’t on your agenda today, but here you are - sitting on a chair in his office as he effortlessly scribbles down sophisticated words onto parchment.

The sound was certainly pleasing to the ears, skrch sccrch sckrch.

You had no clue what he was doing. Oh, the duty of a scribe..

Or why you even came here..

No.

You knew why you came here, to spend time with him, as a friend only. Or maybe you were less than friends. It was hard putting a label on things when it came to the emotionally stunted AlHaitham. He was almost as bad as the General Mahamatra.

You just forgot how boring spending time with him can be if he’s busy working, thus leading you to flip through one of the many books on his bookshelf.

Yeah, you quickly got bored of that too.

These weren’t story books, they were informative books. You suppose to a man like him who enjoyed learning, this was like being surrounded by candy. To you? Its like being surrounded by encyclopedias.

He probably reads encyclopedias for fun.

So here you were, starting a conversation on a little fact you heard an academia student mutter like it was a piece of gossip even though it was probably outlined somewhere.

“Yes,” The scratching of quill to paper continues even as he glances up at you for a split second, “It’s important for scholars to broaden their knowledge and fluency of languages as to not hinder important research that may be written in a different dialect.”

All of Teyvat spoke the same language, it was easy to wonder why everyone from ancient times suddenly decided to switch. Of course you wouldn’t ask him such a thing, not right now anyway.

You had a plan.

A plan to woo this man.

The many failed attempts before can not hinder you.

Smugly, you said to him, “I bet I know one language you can’t speak.”

Oh, you were already giddy.

Curiosity peaked, his scribbling halted, eyes on you, “Is that so?” He was eager to hear you answer.

Whether you were toying with him, or genuinely knew a language he could add to his list, he was willing to listen.

“Do tell.”

Clearing your throat, you sat up straight and gave him a cocky smile, “The language of love.”

You were met with silence, as expected.

He was starstruck, surely. In awe. Was he wooed?

You could easily speak up with the punchline after his response, oh!! You would say, ‘but I can teach you!!’

Oh, he’s about to respond! He’s-!

“You must be referring to the ancient Fontaine language used by higher class citizens, commonly known to scholars as the language of love due to how words would ‘roll off the tongue like silk’ when speaking it.“

–an idiot? You were gobsmacked.

And he was smirking on the inside.

“I’m surprised you know of this language, you must have learned something from one of the books you’ve flipped through in the library.”

“That’s not,”

“I can even demonstrate it for you.”

“Wait!”

You began to fluster as he indeed began speaking a language completely foreign to your ears.

He was right, the words did flow silkily. This did not make you feel any better. Your pickup line failed miserably.

“‘You are so adorable, trying to trick me like this.’”

You can’t help but pout, wondering just what he was saying.

“‘Look at you, cheeks flushed and puffed like a fish. Honestly, how am I supposed to work efficiently if you’re here distracting me.’”

“Aw come on,” You began to complain, frowning at the gloating male, “I can’t understand you, y’know.”

“‘I do wonder if you’re aware that I know you like me, you wear your heart on your sleeves, my dear,’” he smiles ever so slightly, which completely unnerves you, “‘I like you too.’”

His cheek rests on his knuckles as he leans back and observes your frustration. Oh, how happy he was you brought this up. Any chance to show off his ability and confess without you knowing is always a good opportunity.

He’d shower you in compliments and confessions in all 20 languages if he had the time, perhaps even spill secrets to your unknowing ears.

Oh, how he would like that. He could say his deepest, darkest desires and you’d only look at him with confusion.. maybe even annoyance.

The thought pleased the busy scholar.

“That’s so mean you know, am I supposed to look up your words in a dictionary or something?”

“Oh, they wouldn’t be in a dictionary.” He reaches forward and tugs at your cheek, elation swirling in his broad chest as you whine and swat at his large arm.

“Should you remind me at a later date,” when he’s finally made you his, of course, “I’ll happily tell you what I said.”

“How about right now.”

“It is not a later date, only the time has changed.” Breathing out a sigh, faking annoyance, he turns his attention back to his paperwork, picking back up his quill.

“Ok, so I can ask you tomorrow.”

“You can, however, I’m under no obligation to tell you until I want to.”

“I dislike you very much, Scribe.” You grumbled, settling back in your seat.

He chuckles to himself, “I’m sure you do, ‘sweetheart.’”

MC who doesn’t know how to make babies:

Lucifer: Please tell me you’re joking.

MC: I am not.

Lucifer: *starts to undress* Alright. Let me give you a free tutorial.

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MC: Mammon, do you know how to make babies?

Mammon: *stutters* A-Are y-you a-asking me to make one?

MC: Oh… Are they hand-made?

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Levi: *acts high and mighty* I can teach you how MC!

MC: *confused*

Levi: *plays hentai where the protagonist is being groped by tentacles*

MC: …. I don’t have tentacles, Levi…

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Satan: Two people need to have sex.

MC: OK, got it.

Satan: Don’t you wanna know how sex works?

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Asmo: Darling! Haven’t they taught you Sex-Ed at school?!

MC: I was absent at that time and it was a Christian school.

Asmo: Okay. I’ll start with the basics. *flips open a magazine* And do some demonstrations. Oh! You’ll be the volunteer by the way.

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Beel: I just know how to cook and eat food, MC.

MC: It’s okay, Beel. Let’s just go to the kitchen and eat.

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Belphie: *tries not to laugh* Seriously? You don’t know?

MC: *sarcastic tone* Would I ask you if I do?

Belphie: *bites his lips* I would teach you how but you’ll be my test subject.