Where MC Reunites With Grim and Their Friends While The Obey Me Dateables + Luke Go Feral
People were wanting this from the part one of this request by @sweetlicorice
Sorry it took me so long! Dead week and finals week were making me want to reorganize my own brain because of stress. But I'm all good now!
Where MC Tells the Obey Me Boys About How Horribly They Were Treated In Twisted Wonderland: (Part 1: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Satan, Beelzebub, and Belphegor) And (Part 2: Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and Luke)
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Part 1 of this with the Obey Me brothers (Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Satan, Beelzebub, and Belphegor)
Specifically requested by @chaosisbliss and @secret-angels-stuff
TW: Talk of Angry Demons (don't worry, they aren't mad at you), Reuniting with a pet, Reuniting with friends, Crying, Fear of an authority figure, Talk of being overworked, Talk of being burnt out, Talk of abuse of power,
Reader is referred to as MC by the characters, and MC is gender neutral, but this is in second person point of view, so for the most part, you will be referred to as 'You' by the narrator.
Characters included are: Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and Luke
Could be read as romantic or platonic (EXCEPT LUKE IS STRICTLY PLATONIC)
This will be long so story under the cut
This will be organized by character with some context beforehand.
Enjoy!!
It took a bit of time, but a determined sorcerer, a determined angel, and several infuriated demons can do pretty much anything they set their minds to. Solomon broke through dimensional travel quite easily upon realizing you'd been summoned from another world, despite originally being from the human realm in this world. It was narrowing down which dimension that was the issue.
But knowing that you were missing your friends and your cat, and the idea that they could possibly reunited with them made them work even harder. Not to mention pressure from both Lucifer and Diavolo, who wanted to 'exchange words' with your previous headmaster and his teaching tactics. They wanted to see the people you speak so highly of. And Satan and Solomon want to meet your cat.
They were trying their hardest to lessen your homesickness while they worked on finding a way there. And it worked. Until the portal opened, and you were the first to volunteer to go through. You couldn't wait! You were going to see your friends again, you were going to see Grim again! So you took your boys, and you went through the portal.
Diavolo:
Diavolo was one of the more obvious choices, in your opinion. He was one of the few you were actually able to fully open up to about your past in this school because he runs a school of his own, and he strives to make your life better. He was appalled, aghast, to hear what Crowley had done. No teacher, especially not the headmaster, should be putting that much work on a student, especially not one from another world with no real way to get outside help.
Diavolo was furious on your behalf. But centuries, even millenia, of perfecting his public image, and practicing a fake smile to cover his real emotions as he looked for the most diplomatic solution covered that up quite nicely. He hated to hear how you had suffered. He was glad that he was able to help, and that you were in a better place now, but thinking of all you went through still makes him angry.
That being said, he was very excited to meet your friends, and your cat. Once you opened the floodgates about your friends, you were more than willing to talk about them and all the positive memories you had. The sleepovers, the study sessions, the midnight runs to Sam's shop, or breaking into each others dorms. He was happy to hear that while you struggled, you had a support system that was there for you in the ways that they could be. He wanted to meet these people, and for you to reunite with them.
You knew what your first stop would be after reuniting with Grim, which would be to immediately introduce Diavolo to Malleus. You wanted the two princes to be friends. Or, to at least be cordial. They were so very similar, so you hoped they could at least get along.
Before, when you didn't know whether you would ever be able to go home, you had confided to Malleus that you were worried about what that would mean for Grim. You were each only half of a student after all, and you wanted him to be able to continue to attend. He promised you that if you left, of your own volition or otherwise, he and Diasomnia would take in Grim if that's what he would want. You knew that Grim would likely choose Heartslabyul to live in, given the choice, but you were grateful for the offer, and even relayed it to Grim. He told you to stop talking nonsense that night, but you both knew that it wasn't necessarily nonsense, as your future was unknown to everyone.
You stepped through the portal, finding yourself in the room where the Dark Mirror is kept, having come out of it. You glared at it once Diavolo and you were both safely within the room. He noticed, wondering why you looked at this mirror with such vitriol.
"The Dark Mirror." You muttered bitterly. "I have half a mind to just smash it right here. But it's a rare and expensive artifact." You sighed. "Let's get out of here as quick as we can. I don't want to be around it longer than necessary. It reads souls, according to Crowley, and pretty much guaranteed I would be treated differently by announcing I had no magic to the entire school." You looked to Diavolo, who was now looking at the mirror in subtle curiosity.
"It reads souls?"
"Apparently." You shrugged. "Jamil's suspicious of that, but he's basically the only person I've heard say anything about it. Come on, let's get out of here." He nodded, and followed you as you snuck out of the room where it was kept. "Figures we'd show up through the Dark Mirror." You breathed as you walked through the hallways.
"Yes, it does tend to work in mysterious ways." You yelped at the sudden voice and figure beside you, nearly toppling over backwards with how much you flinched, if not for Diavolo catching you. You heard that familiar giggle, putting your mind at ease as you sighed.
"Lilia!" You scolded lightly, righting yourself with some help from Diavolo. "You shouldn't scare me like that. It's not polite."
"Pish posh. We're close enough." He laughed, hugging you, which you quickly returned, happy to see the mischievous fae. "You must be wondering about your lovely cat."
"Is he alright, did Crowley do something?" You asked quickly, parting from the man.
"He is fine. Crowley did try to kick him out, but, Malleus protested, and he was admitted as a familiar of Diasomnia." Lilia assured.
"Oh thank the Seven." You breathed in relief. "Could you bring us there?"
"Why certainly!" He beamed.
"And can I borrow your phone?" You asked awkwardly. "Kind of need to tell the other first years I'm here, you know, before they find out no one told them and riot."
"They have been doing that a lot lately." Lilia said cryptically, pulling out and handing you his phone.
You quickly created a group chat and sent a message, just telling them that it was you, and you were back, and also heading to Diasomnia to get your cat, they can meet you there if you like. Going to hand him back his phone, you realized he was no longer in front of you, but floating before Diavolo, examining him closely.
"Lilia, personal space." You sighed, reminding the fae. "Please, I'll do formal introductions of everyone once we reach Diasomnia. I just really need to see Grim." You bargained.
"Very well. Follow me."
He dropped to the floor, and started leading you and Diavolo through the halls. You already knew how to get to Diasomnia, and he knew that, but you didn't know where Grim was, and he did. So, he led you through the halls, asking questions about where you'd been and what you'd been up to. He didn't stop to let Diavolo question the mirror transportation, just kept talking.
You knew Lilia was perceptive, it was a skill he'd honed over all the years he'd lived, both as a soldier, and as a father. You knew the questions he was asking weren't just regular questions, he was subtly probing to make sure that you were safe and happy there. You didn't call him out on it, just appreciating the care.
Diavolo could tell too. You'd told him of Lilia, how, despite looking young, he was actually over 700 years old and is a father. He was glad to see that Lilia was making sure, even if not obviously, that you were ok. That being said, he didn't know how to feel when Lilia turned the questions on him, and asking him with a suspicious, almost malicious smirk, rather than the soft fond smile he wore when speaking to you. You just rolled your eyes at Lilia's antics, which put Diavolo at ease.
The three of you walked through the long, winding hallways of Diasomnia, passing students as you did. Some stopped and stared, but you didn't know if they were staring because you had returned after disappearing into thin air with no warning, or because Diavolo radiated power and authority. But, you figured it was probably a mixture of the two.
You finally made it to the common room, which you're certain was closer to the entrance than Lilia made it seem. You didn't say anything, deciding to not say anything about it, more worried about seeing Grim than you were about Lilia leading you and Diavolo on a goose chase. Upon entering the common room, you saw Malleus, Silver, Sebek, and Grim. Silver was asleep, as expected, but the other three were talking.
"Are ya sure ya read the text right?" Grim, standing on the coffee table, asked Sebek, who stood beside him, but not on the coffee table.
"I am certain!" Sebek nodded to his own, loud, words, absolutely positive he'd understood the text he'd gotten from Lilia's phone. Grim narrowed his eyes at him, skeptical. You laughed at the sight, catching the attention of the three.
"MC!" Grim exclaimed, absolutely ecstatic to see you.
He leapt off the table, bounding over. You knelt down, allowing him to slam his full body into yours, as your arms enclosed around him. You felt tears sting your eyes, happy to see your found family. You stood up, him still in your arms. You felt your shirt get slightly wet where his face is, but you didn't say anything, knowing you were on the verge of tears yourself. Sebek was quick to approach, but didn't hug you until you beckoned him to join the hug, wanting you two to have your moment.
Once Sebek let you go, Grim remained attached to you, and you him. You sniffled, wiping the tears that had not fallen as you smiled at your friends. Malleus was standing nearby, hesitating until you opened one of your arms for him to hug you, the other still securing Grim to your chest. You on your tiptoes, him slightly bending down, the angles were awkward, but you still gave your favorite fae prince a hug.
Once you finished greeting everyone, tears having been shed and wiped, you finally turned to Diavolo, beaming up at him. Though everyone had noticed him, Sebek keeping his distance as if sensing his power and importance, which he probably did, no one had addressed him yet.
"Diavolo, this is Grim. Grim, this is Diavolo. He's the headmaster of my new school, and he is much better than Crowley." You assured him, Grim turning in your hold to get a good look at him while still tucked against your chest.
"I have been looking forward to meeting you. Mc speaks highly of you, Grim. They speak highly of all of you." Diavolo assured.
"Formal introductions, right, I said I'd do that." You realized. "Everyone! This is Diavolo, he's the Headmaster of the Royal Academy of Diavolo, or RAD, where I attend. He's a very dear friend of mine." You gestured to the very large man beside you. "Diavolo this is Lilia, Malleus, Sebek, and Silver, who is sleeping. Malleus is the Crown Prince of Briar Valley, Silver and Sebek are his guards, and Lilia is his advisor." You introduced, pointing to each person as you introduced them. "The rest of the first year group, I'm assuming based on how much Sebek's phone is exploding, will be here momentarily, and I will introduce you to them then."
"The Royal Academy of Diavolo, does that make you a Royal then?" Lilia asked.
"Yes!" Diavolo smiled. "I am the Crown Prince of the Devildom."
"I thought you might get along, Malleus. Since you two have that in common at least. And, you know, some might say, Diavolo is equal in power to you, maybe even more so." You teased, smiling at the fae, who seemed intrigued at the notion of an equal. Diavolo simply smiled, happy to get to meet your friends.
Speaking of your friends, the first year group all but broke down the door to the common room of Diasomnia, tackling you as they tried to all hug you at once. Diavolo watched on, fond amusement in his eyes as he silently swore to tear Crowley a new one for ever taking away your smile. But for now, watching you reunite with your friends, that would be enough until he could cook that crow.
Barbatos:
You had an inkling of where Grim would be. Barbatos was fine with letting you lead the way, him walking at your side. Like a smiling shadow, ever present. You were honestly kind of surprised that he agreed to come with you. You had asked him first, but, you genuinely thought he might've said no, so it was a pleasant surprise when he said yes.
Grim, both was where you thought he would be, and wasn't at the same time. You thought he'd be at the place with the most food, the Mostro Lounge or Scarabia, or even the cafeteria. And he was where the most food was. However, that was actually the arena at the moment, apparently there was some kind of event where students could make whatever they wanted and sell it.
You very easily dodged Lilia's table, dragging Barbatos with you, though he wasn't exactly resisting. You found your way to the area where the Mostro Lounge had set up. You saw Jamil, standing beside Trey and Riddle, all three of them varying stages of disappointment and exasperation.
"What's going on?" You asked, approaching.
"MC!" Trey happily exclaimed upon hearing you. He turned and pulled you into a tight hug, Riddle hugging you immediately after. Jamil didn't hug you, but he did offer you a smile, which you returned in kind.
"This is Barbatos, he's a really good friend of mine." You explained, gesturing to Barbatos, who was wearing his civilian clothes, rather than his usual RAD uniform. "He goes to the school I go to now."
"It's a pleasure to meet all of you, they speak highly of everyone here." Barbatos smiled.
"Barbs, this is Riddle, Trey, and Jamil. Riddle is the housewarden of Heartslabyul, and Trey is his vice housewarden. Jamil is the vice housewarden of Scarabia." You introduced, gesturing to each person you spoke of as you spoke about them.
"To answer your earlier question, we are looking at stupidity." Jamil sighed.
You looked over Trey's shoulder to see Ace and Deuce waiting tables, looking miserable, with familiar anemone's on their heads. And soon you spotted Grim with a nearly identical one on his head. You felt your eye twitch.
"So, whose bright idea was this?"
"I believe, actually, that Azul told them he could get you back, so it's both stupid and admirable." Riddle sighed.
"You know what, I'm kind of flattered. And at least the others aren't involved." You sighed. "I'm guessing since you're here that Floyd isn't?" You asked Riddle.
"I haven't actually seen Floyd in a while." He hummed. "Have you?"
"No, I was more focused on finding Grim, and avoiding Lilia's booth." You and the other Night Raven students shuddered in sync. "Alright, it seems I must go figure out how to get these guys out of their contracts. Again."
Luckily this time you had Barbatos's help, and he is scarily good at figuring out how to do pretty much anything. Honestly, compared to the last time you had to get the guys out of a deal with Azul, this is probably going to be a piece of cake. Especially since you're here now, and the whole reason they took the contracts, according to Riddle, was for you to come back. Which means, technically, they should be free once you talk to Azul. But, knowing him, things are never that easy.
Avoiding any of your friends seeing you, not wanting to get their hopes up, you walked over to the area where Azul and Jade were. Armed with Barbatos, you walked with confidence up to the schemers. Upon seeing you, Azul spit out his tea and turned a rather interesting shade of purple, whereas Jade's eyes widened slightly before returning to normal. And while Jade's reaction doesn't seem as extreme as Azul's, you took it as a victory anyway.
"Azul, I believe that my friends are owed their freedom, due to my being back."
"Well, I, wuh, I," He stammered.
"What I believe my boss is eloquently trying to explain, that there is a clause in the contract that stipulates he has to be the one to bring you back." Jade intervened. "And while it is good to see you again, and I'm sure Floyd will be ecstatic at your presence, it was not Azul who is the reason behind it, and therefore your presence has no effect on their contracts."
"I see. So you returned to your narrowly legal business practices then?" You looked between the two. "Unfortunately for you, I have someone who's adept in legalities this time."
"No destroying of contracts?" Jade teased.
"I'm still willing to use force if that's what is necessary." You warned, matching his smile.
"May I see a copy of the contract?" Barbatos asked, to which Azul quickly produced his copy of it. Barbatos, whose reading speed rivals Satan's quickly scanned it over, before smiling. "They're free to go."
"No they're not. The contract is air-tight, I wrote it myself." Azul assured, more calm now that he's adjusted to your presence.
"Yes, it is. Except this contract doesn't state that you must be the reason behind their return to Twisted Wonderland. It states that in return for their barely paid labor that you will find a way to get MC back. It states in a separate clause that upon MC's arrival back in Twisted Wonderland they will be free from their contract. However, it does not state that these two events have to correlate. Simply that you will find a way to get them back, and that they will be free upon MC's return. It never says that you have to be the reason behind MC's return." Azul snatched the contract out of Barbtos's hands, flipping through the pages. "Clauses 3B and 3C." He smiled as he listed the clauses.
Both of you watched as Azul read the entire contract at least six times over, his eye twitched more and more every time he read it over. He was getting more and more upset as he realized that his usually infallible contracts had been foiled in less than ten minutes without any bargaining or force, simply by someone who was smarter than him. It was honestly rather satisfying to watch, and Barbatos was smug as hell about it.
You watched as he sighed, defeated, and stood up from his chair. You and Barbatos shared a look, and Barbatos winked at you. You laughed as you trailed after Azul as he left the room. Azul walked fast than you, approaching your friends.
"Trappola, Spade, Grim, off the floor. Your contracts have ended." Azul reported.
"Ended?" Ace asked.
"Does that mean...." Deuce trailed off.
"You're welcome." You laughed, waving at them from the sidelines.
"MC!" Grim yelled, jumping on peoples heads to get to you.
You caught him as he jumped into your arms, laughing at the familiar weight as he nuzzled into you. You held him tightly, as the other two rushed over and hugged you tightly. Their anemone's disappeared, and Barbatos stood close by, happily observing your heartfelt reunion. Soon the three of you parted.
"Hold him, please." You gently requested of Barbatos, handing Grim to him, to which he obliged, holding the cat-like creature carefully. "As for you two." You scolded, grabbing Ace and Deuce's ears. "What were you thinking? Azul! Really! That was an awful idea!"
"It was a risk we had to take, and it worked, didn't it! You're here!" Ace tried to defend.
"Yeah, no thanks to Azul." You let them go. "It was Barbatos, and several others that had a hand in doing that from the other side, not Azul."
"Then how are we free?" Deuce asked. "I doubt Azul would've let us go without him getting you here."
"Barbatos." You gestured to your friend. "He found a loophole in your contracts." You took Grim back from him. "You should really thank him." You glared at the two.
"Thank you." All three of them chorused. Barbatos laughed.
"It's really, no trouble at all."
Simeon:
You had a hunch that Grim would end up in Heartslabyul, so that's where you went first. What you did not expect to find was Riddle and Azul about to lose their minds as they tried to help Kalim study. You sympathized with their frustration, you too, had tried to tutor Kalim once upon a time, only achieving minor success in that he passed the test, but not by a very large margin.
"Umm." You mumbled, looking over at the table. "So... maybe time for a break?"
"MC!" Kalim exclaimed, the first to notice your presence despite you having spoken, the other two being too stressed to notice.
He got up from the table, rushing over and squeezing you into an insanely tight hold. You wheezed at his grip, but hugged him back nonetheless. He was beaming as he let you go, starting to pull out his phone. Knowing he was about to call Jamil, and also knowing Jamil does not get enough breaks, you quickly stopped him.
"This is Simeon." You introduced quickly. "He attends my new school."
"Oh! Hi, I'm Kalim al Asim! I'm the Housewarden of Scarabia." Kalim introduced, bright smile on his face.
"You two alive back there?" You called gently.
"I fear, I've had more luck tutoring Ace and Deuce." Riddle mumbled.
"Yeah, definitely time for a break." You hummed, looking towards the two. "Kalim, do you happen to know where Grim is?"
"He's with the other first years running an errand for Trey." Kalim explained cheerfully.
"Yes, he should be back soon." Azul reported, rubbing his temples. "Maybe when he gets back he can make us some tea."
"Herbal tea, to be drank in the evenings." Riddle agreed quietly, looking exhausted.
"Are they usually like this?" Simeon whispered to you as Kalim went back to the table, starting to chat with the other two housewardens.
"Tutoring Kalim is more work than keeping Mammon from going gambling." You whispered back. "And I've done both." Simeon winced in sympathy. "What's the subject you're studying, Kalim?"
"They're helping me with language arts."
"Isn't that a middle school and elementary course?" Simeon wondered.
"Simeon can help!" You volunteered.
"I can?"
"He can?" Azul and Riddle looked hopeful.
"He can." You agreed, before looking at Simeon. "Come on, Simeon, you're amazing at the subject, you're a writer!" You tried to persuade. "Please? Grim will be back soon anyway."
"Alright." He sighed.
"Great! I'll make tea." You volunteered.
"Herbal tea." Riddle called after you as started towards the door.
"Yep! The only tea you may drink in the evenings is herbal tea, rule 153." You recited, winking at Riddle, before venturing towards the kitchen.
Trey wasn't in the kitchen, so you were able to boil the water, and start the brewing process without anyone interrupting. You brought the teapot, and necessary teacups in a few different trips, not wanting to break anything, and allowing the tea ample time to steep in the pot, as Simeon endeavored to tutor Kalim.
You didn't talk as you poured tea for all three Housewardens, yourself, and Simeon, allowing them to add sugar or whatever they wanted to the tea themselves, as you sat at the table. Simeon, ever patient, was actually doing rather well at tutoring Kalim, though you did notice that he was uses the same method he uses when teaching Luke something. Strict and firm, and not giving him the answer at all. Simeon's great, and you do study together, but most of the time Satan tutors you in the stuff you don't know.
You sat at the table, witnessing the interaction as the other two decompressed. You felt their pain, allowing them to sit in silence, knowing how much of a job it can be to tutor Kalim. The boy means well, truly, but it can be rather difficult to teach him. Kalim is sweet, but hard to teach. But everyone has their flaws.
"Look who I found." A familiar voice called as the doors burst open and your friends fell through the door. Jamil stood over them, glaring at them.
"What have they done now?" Riddle sighed.
"Nothing really, but, I would appreciate it if they wouldn't run rampant in Scarabia when I'm not there." Jamil sighed. "Is that tea?"
"It is." You concurred, raising your teacup to him.
"MC!" Your friends exclaimed at the sound of your voice.
They were all tangled, but Grim, the smallest of the bunch, got free first, and lunged for you. You managed to set your cup down in time to catch the feline, laughing as you did. You hugged him tight as he nuzzled into you.
It didn't take your friends long to untangle their limbs, and once they did, they lunged for you as well, though you had stood up by then to prevent them from knocking into the table. Your heartfelt reunion, however, was interrupted by Kalim asking a question. It was a valid question, but, and interesting question nonetheless.
"So, wait, where did you end up after you disappeared?"
"Oh, that's," You hesitated, "not... the most important thing right now."
"They ended up with a headmaster that actually treats them right." Simeon smiled in a way that looked polite to anyone else, but sent shivers down your spine. "And they're in a home that is well-taken care of, and are provided good nutritious meals at least three times a day."
"I'm safe and happy." You explained simply. "That's what matters. And, Dia says we might be able to keep the portal open on specific days! If he doesn't kill Crowley before he works out a schedule." You shrugged.
"You'll come back?" Deuce asked, nearly in tears.
"Yeah, but not as a student." You chuckled lightly. "I'm enrolled at a different school now, and it treats me really well."
"But then I won't be able to go to school here!" Grim complained, though you knew it was a veiled attempt to get you back.
"You can go to school with me. I'm sure we can work something out with the headmaster of my school." You reassured, petting his head lightly. "But I will come back as a visitor, how else am I going to keep up with the chaos of this school?" You asked, smiling at the group. "Oh! Speaking of, this is Simeon, he actually attends my school." You gestured to the angel.
"He's a good tutor! Does he teach you?" Kalim asked, smiling.
"He does not, I have a different tutor. But we do study together sometimes." You smiled back.
Solomon:
"You simply must meet Crewel." You demanded as you marched through the school, Solomon on your heels.
"And your cat?"
"It's his alchemy period anyway." You shrugged. "Two birds, one stone."
"Efficient." He agreed.
"Exactly!" You beamed.
You both made your way from the room in which the Dark Mirror is kept, through the school, towards Crewels classroom. The fond memories of this place, made you smile, but you both knew to be cautious. You never know where Crowley might pop up, and you'd rather not run into him with Solomon.
Solomon tends to be rather protective. While you appreciate it, and you're actually rather thankful for that protective streak most of the time. But, you'd rather not have him go on a rampage because of your previous mistreatment while he's here, he can be rather scary when he's angry. Not that he's ever been extraordinarily angry with you, but you've witnessed his anger directed at other people, and you're still hesitant to anger him.
That being said, he is patient a good majority of the time. You like to say it's a sign of his age, he likes to tell you to shut up about it because he doesn't need to hear that from someone several centuries younger than him. The interaction is one that happens often, and always makes you laugh, which is why he always says the exact same thing.
Despite not wanting him to go on a rampage, you were rather happy that he was here. His presence is soothing, and, it also means that if Crowley pops up, you won't have to worry so much.
You knocked on the door to the alchemy classroom, waiting patiently for a response. You got an exasperated sigh, and, you're sure, many quiet relieved ones based on the tone.
"What?" You opened the door with a smile on your face.
"I thought I'd stop by to pick up my trouble-making cat." You teased.
"MC!" Grim, Ace, and Deuce yelled.
"Pup." You almost didn't hear Crewel, but you did, despite him being behind his desk, and you at the top of the stairs.
Grim reached you first, not caring about ruining peoples work, or jumping on their heads, crashing into your torso face first, and gripping at you with his paws. You laughed, hugging him back just as tightly. But, to your surprise, it wasn't Ace and Deuce that made it to you after that, it was Crewel.
Crewel had raced up the stairs, quickly grabbing your face as if to examine it for injury or sign of distress. You just smiled at him. He squashed both you and Grim into a hug, though you didn't really mind, missing the hugs of one of your favorite professors. Once he let the two of you go, he started prodding at you, looking over your arms, and your clothes, as if making sure that now you were being taken care of, you had the good stuff, not just the basics.
Once he had determined that you were in good condition, with good enough resources, he did what any father figure does when worried out of their mind about their child figure. He scolded you.
"Where did you go! Why didn't you call! You just disappeared, no notice, no one was told anything, just up and vanished!"
"That wasn't actually my fault." You tried to explain.
"And then you just show up, looking healthier than you ever did here, with a man whom I have never met or seen,"
"That's Solomon." You interrupted, but were ignored.
"And you just expect me to not question everything!"
"Actually, I expected you to question everything, but that's besides the point." You sighed. "Professor Crewel, this is Solomon, he's one of the people I go to school with now. He is a very successful sorcerer, one of the best in the world, certainly the greatest human sorcerer." You introduced, smiling. "Solomon, this is Professor Crewel."
"I gathered that." He smiled.
"And this is Grim. These two idiots are Ace, and Deuce." You explained as the two quickly hugged you tightly. "I wanted you two to meet, I thought,"
"I came as quick as I heard!" You flinched, violently, at the new, loud, and excited voice. One you'd come to loathe, and would haunt your nightmares. "My student returned! And I'd be oh so kind, as to let you re-enroll! You can step right back into your duties."
"Crowley." You glared. "I am no longer your student. I attend the Royal Academy of Diavolo now. And I will not be returning to Night Raven as a student."
Your hands shook slightly, but you knew that you'd be ok. If he laid a hand on you, that'd basically be declaring war with the Seven Deadly Sins, all of whom are rather protective, and powerful. And he wouldn't want that.
"Ah, so this is Crowley." Ah yes. The powerful sorcerer you brought with you that has a vendetta against your former headmaster. How could you forget.
"Solomon." You said in a warning tone, though you knew he felt no actual obligation to heed your warning.
"Yes, I can work with this."
"Don't do anything that may get us in trouble, Solomon." You sighed, giving up trying to actually prevent him from doing anything. "Diavolo and Lucifer both asked us to be diplomatic. And you know how disappointed Luke would be if you solved this issue with violence."
"No violence necessary." He smiled at you.
"Or if you solved this issue with illegal means." He hummed thoughtfully.
"Illegal here, or illegal in the Devildom?"
"Well, let's see." You sighed, but actually considered it. "Preferably both, but we'll go with here since we're here right now."
"I can do both."
"Transformation potions are illegal in Twisted Wonderland." You scolded lightly when you saw him reach for a vial in his cloak.
"Ah darn. And here I was hoping to test out the new potion Satan recommended me."
"Is this normal?" Ace stage-whispered.
"Unfortunately, yes." You hummed, petting Grim on the head. "But, that being said, Solomon isn't going to kill Crowley."
"He's not?" Deuce asked, almost incredulously as he glanced between the wicked smile on Solomon's face, and you.
"Well," You shrugged, "not yet, at least. There's still the line."
"Line?" Crewel raised an eyebrow, gently tugging you away from the sorcerer that looked like he was about to use the Geneva Conventions as a checklist.
"Yes, the line." You sighed.
"What line?" Ace asked.
"The line of," You looked up at Solomon, recognizing the spell he was starting, "Ooh! If you're using that spell can you go on theme? Then afterwards we can give the result to Mammon, he can always use more familiars."
"Good point." Solomon agreed, adjusting the spell slightly.
"The line?" Crewel prompted.
"The line of people who wish to beat Crowley to a bloody pulp. See, my new friends are rather.... protective.... and powerful. They were not very happy when I explained the circumstances of my enrollment here, and the conditions I was living in."
"More powerful than Solomon."
"Mmm. I think that depends on who you ask. Personally, I think they're all surprisingly equal in terms of power and experience. But, if you ask any of them, you may get a different answer. Watch this."
You tugged on Crewel's sleeve as you watched Solomon shoot the spell with precision at the Headmaster who had finally realized he was in danger. It hit him dead on. And in a puff of black feathers, Dire Crowley no longer stood before Solomon, but a slightly larger than average crow did.
"Solomon is adept in almost all forms of magic. Transformation magic is just a personal favorite of mine that he does. I think it's cool." You smiled as Solomon picked up the crow and turned to you. You laughed, seeing that it had a top hat resting atop its head. "I wanted to introduce him to you." You looked to Crewel. "I think you both would learn a lot from each other." He smiled at you fondly, neither agreeing or disagreeing.
Luke: STRICTLY PLATONIC
"An Un-Birthday Party? What's an Un-Birthday Party?" Luke asked as you patted some rose petals off his shoulder. You were crouched down in front of him, fussing lightly over his outfit.
"An Un-Birthday Party is a birthday party that takes place when it is no ones birthday." You explained, slightly straightening his hat.
"Ok, that sort of makes sense. But why did that, terrified looking, student say it was special."
"Apparently," you sighed, standing up, "Riddle has realized that this day happens to be a day in which no one in any dorm has a birthday, and so he's invited all the dorms, sort of like an Ultimate Un-Birthday Party. It's chaotic. I don't know why he did this. But he's doing it. So, I guess this means you get to meet everyone at once." You shrugged.
"This sounds, like it'd be hard for one person to handle."
"Which is why I'm sure most of the Housewardens and Vice-Housewardens will be doing their best to ensure everything is running smoothly."
"Most?"
"Well," You laughed lightly, "Leona's never been too reliable with wrangling his dorm members unless provoked to do so. And listen to me," You knelt down again, "do not, under any circumstance, eat any of the food Lilia prepared. Or Floyd. You can never tell what his cooking is going to be good because his mood is so unpredictable." You warned. He nodded, as if you've given him a life-or-death mission. Which in a way, you kind of had. "But, most of the food here will be good, so don't worry too much." You smiled, standing up once again. "Alright, onward. Take my hand, I don't want you to get lost in the crowd." He nodded, grabbing your hand.
Most of the people in the crowd were people who didn't recognize you. Though you did know a lot of people at Night Raven, there were so many more people you didn't because the school is huge. Therefore, it was easy to slip through the crowd without a commotion erupting which would draw attention. Luke was good at staying close, which was a relief, because he could so easily be swept away with how many people are here. And then you'd never hear the end of it from Solomon.
"Do I spy a Shrimpy?" You stiffened at the familiar voice.
"Faster, faster." You whispered to Luke, speeding up the pace, starting to drag the poor boy along. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You started quietly apologizing repeatedly as you realized that you were just dragging him along with you. But he picked up the pace to avoid being dragged behind you.
You finally exited the crowd, both of you panting from how fast you were both going, and from how difficult navigating the crowd was. You and him laughed lightly at the absurdity of the situation.
"You two look like you could use something to eat." You beamed up at the familiar voice.
"Trey!" You smiled. "It's good to see you!" You stood up, hugging the man who was holding a tray of cookies.
"This is Trey?" Luke asked excitedly.
"The one and only." You smiled back at Luke, letting Trey go. "Trey this is Luke, he's like my adoptive son/younger brother." You explained. "And he's a really good baker. Might even give you a run for your money."
"That so?" Trey asked, smiling at Luke. "I'd love to see what you can do one of these days." He winked, gently patted Luke's head through his hat.
"Is Grim around here?"
"Last I saw, he was with Kalim, and both him and Kalim were being scolded by Riddle and Jamil."
"Really? Ace and Deuce had nothing to do with that?"
"Not as far as I'm aware. They've been on their best behavior. Riddle finds it suspicious."
"As do I." You narrowed your eyes slightly, glancing around for them. "Well, if you see them, send the my way, I would love to see them." You smiled at Trey. "And while I'm sure you two would be able to talk for hours and hours about baking, we have to get Grim before that can happen."
"I can take you to them, it's easier to get through the crowd with a Housewarden or a Vice-Housewarden." Trey offered.
"If you wouldn't mind, that'd be great."
Trey smiled, before leading you, and Luke, through the massive crowd of people and towards where Riddle, Grim, Jamil, and Kalim were. And, true to his word, Riddle and Jamil were scolding Kalim and Grim, who were kneeling before them, looking guilty and regretful.
You decided that you really didn't want to know hat they had done to anger both of them, and earn a scolding in the middle of an Unbirthday Party.
Instead, you walked through the two, and grabbed Grim off the ground, spinning him around in a circle as you held him tight. He struggled for a bit before recognizing you, and letting you hold him, him squeezing you back. You did, however, quickly apologize to Riddle for stealing him away, but he was in an intense staring contest with Luke, and did not acknowledge your statement.
"How old are you?" Riddle asked suspiciously.
"Older than you might think." You answered in Luke's stead. "Which, reminds me not to let you meet Lucifer." You mumbled, fearing how that interaction would end. "Riddle, this is Luke. Luke, this is Riddle, the Housewarden of Heartslabyul." You introduced. "You've probably figured out that this is Grim. And this," You smiled as you approached, standing beside Jamil, "is Jamil."
"I got to meet Trey and Jamil in one day?" He questioned excitedly, knowing of the tales of their food from you.
"And also Kalim. He's the Housewarden of Scarabia" You pointed to the boy who was still kneeling behind you.
"I have so many questions for you." Luke looked up at Jamil and Trey with wonder in his eyes.
"Yeah, sorry about that." You laughed lightly, petting Grim's head. "I told Luke about your cooking and baking skills, and he loves to do both, so he's been really excited about meeting you both." You told the two Vice-Housewardens.
"Can you teach me about the spices you use in your cooking? I really want to try to recreate the curry MC said you made them." Luke looked up at Jamil.
"He's not... like Lilia, is he? Or Kalim?"
"No. No! Goodness no. He's had to suffer through someone who cooks the same way Lilia does, trust me, Luke is much, much better than Lilia. And Kalim. No offense, Kalim." You said as you helped him up with one hand, as Grim is still clinging to you, so you were holding him with the other.
"None taken. I may try, but I'm not a very good cook." He admitted, smiling. "It's good to see you again, MC." Kalim gave you a tight hug, before Grim yowled.
"You're crushing me! You're crushing me!" He yelled.
"Sorry!" Both you and Kalim exclaimed, parting as Grim climbed your shirt, rounding your shoulders, laying across them.
"This kid, this kid is my new favorite." Jamil concluded.
It almost shocked you, Jamil doesn't really have favorites, he tends to resent everyone equally, but it's Luke, and most people can't resist the young angels puppy-dog eyes and wonder. He's won Mammon over and some of the other demons as well. You're decently sure his puppy dog eyes could solve most conflicts, but you don't want to risk Luke's safety in order to prove that theory.
"I will teach you, everything." Jamil promised Luke, who beamed in response.
"And I'll teach you some stuff too, kid. Though from what I hear you could give me a run for my money already." Trey laughed, patting his head.
"Success!" You turned at the familiar voice of Epel Felmier behind you. "I knew Rook being my Vice-Housewarden would come in handy!" He laughed triumphantly. "Take that Ace!" Epel ran over and gave you a quick hug.
"It's good to see you too Epel." You smiled.
"Ace owes me twenty Thaumarks." Epel smirked wickedly.
"MC." Luke whispered, walking over and tugging on your shirt. You leaned closer to him so he could whisper into your ear. "I'm taller than some of the people here." He smiled. "It's nice to be tall for once."
You tried, and failed, not to start laughing at his statement, knowing that he was right, but it was still funny, and you kind of felt bad for that. Especially because both Epel and Riddle were giving you confused looks.
