If I Was A Mage In The Dungeon Meshi Universe, I'd Figure Out How To Enchant Living Paintings And Then

Feral​ and​ unhinged​ mc​ is​ my​ favorite​😈

Overprotective and unhinged MC with Luke (platonic)

A/N: Good god what have I created…uh…yeah I went waaaay off the rails with this one.

Warnings: Blood and violence. Nothing overly graphic. Probably death mention if ya squint.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Barbatos

“MC I don’t like how those demons have been following us.” Luke whispers to you, looking over his shoulder.

“Me neither.” You mutter. You and Luke had gone out together just the two of you to a little cafe and were walking back to Purgatory Hall. However you were being followed by a not so friendly looking group of demons. Well when do demons ever look friendly really.

Eventually that group catches up to the two of you.

“A little Angel and human all by themselves?” What looked to be the leader asks, getting in front and blocking your path. Soon you get surrounded.

You look over the situation once before kneeling down to Luke and taking his hands into your own.

“Luke. I need to you cover your ears and close your eyes.” You tell him sweetly.

“MC you aren’t going to fight them are you?! Let me just call Simeon!” Luke tried to talk you out of whatever you had planned but you just keep smiling.

“It’ll be okay. I’ll protect you.” You tell him. “You always watch over me.”

The Angel finally does as you’ve asked him. Hands pressed tight against his ears and eyes squeezed shut. You stand back up and look over your shoulder at the leader.

“Try not to scream too loud, yeah?” You ask as your eyes flare up green, your pact marks burning against your skin.

“Look at this boys, the human is getting all c-!”

CRACK

“Now if memory serves me right.” You began, left hand squeezing the demon’s neck so hard you heard a loud crack. “You won’t die unless I go for your heart or flat out break your spine.”

Like a sixth sense, you throw the demon in your hand at his remaining group, making them crash onto the ground. Just as you thought, they were going for Luke.

“You focus on me.” You growl. “Touch him and I’ll punish you in worse ways than the avatar of Pride himself.”

“You’re crazy!” One lacky yelps. “Are you even human?!”

“Of course they are!” The leader coughs, his throat healing itself. “They’re just overly cocky cuz of their pacts!”

You sigh and pull out your DDD.

You: Lucifer darling. Can you come by and pick up me and Luke? Thank you~

You hit send and put it back into your pocket.

“You really aren’t going to leave us alone until you’ve made a point?” You ask as the group gets up and composes themselves.

“Yeah! You’re just a human! Easy pickings!” The second lacky answers.

“Alright then.”

“Luke? Luke?”

Was that Simeon?

“Don’t open your eyes.” The older Angel hushes. “I’m here. I’m just going to pick you up alright?”

“Okay. Where’s MC? Are they okay?” Luke asks as he feels himself being lifted off the ground.

“They’re fine.” Simeon answers and looks at the surrounding area. “They’re just…busy.”

Three demons lay on the ground.

One with two broken legs.

One with a dislocated arm and broken leg.

And one with a snapped neck and hole in his chest.

“I’ll take you back to Purgatory Hall okay? You can meet up with them later.” Simeon whispers.

“Okay.”

Simeon looks at Lucifer before leaving the area. The demon walks over the bodies and peaks down an alley and finds you leaning against the wall, blood splattered on your clothes and face.

“Am I in trouble?” You ask as he walks over.

“No, things like this are nothing new in the Devildom. Are you okay?” He asks, standing by you.

“Peachy.” You chuckle. “Luke won’t know about this, right?”

“As long as you don’t tell him. No he won’t.” Lucifer answered.

“Good.” You hum. “I saw red, Lucifer. I couldn’t stop myself.”

You lean into his side and he rubs your back. You may have just become the scariest human in the Devildom.

Obsessed with the implications of poly!MC falling under a sleeping curse. Antidote, of course, being true love's kiss.

And true love exists in every type of relationship (look at Maleficent and her motherly kiss to Aurora), but I think the brothers and/or the rest of the cast would only see it as romantic.

All of them want to be the first to kiss MC, so sure of being their one true love, but since they all love them with such a deep force, it wouldn't matter who's the one kissing them, MC would still wake up. It's true love.

Now, I think the one to actually give the first and, consequently, only kiss, would be either Lucifer or Diavolo. It depends on how big the poly relationship is. If poly!MC is dating everyone, like the bad bitch they are, Diavolo would for sure take advantage of his position as future ruler. However, if it's only the brothers, Lucifer would use the privilege of being the oldest.

Mammon could be the first if he cheats and kisses them before anyone notices. "The Great Mammon, your first" and all that.

What are the implications, you may ask? Well, just imagine. Imagine the heartbreak of sharing the love of your life with your family, your best friend, your master or servant, only for your lover not to reciprocate your deepest feeling.

MC may love them, but they're not MC's one true love; at least, according to the sleeping curse.

How much would Satan or Belphie hate their older brother? How much would Levi hate himself? Would Diavolo and Lucifer's friendship suffer? At what extent?

And how fucking funny would it be to have Luke kissing MC's forehead, that kiss being the one that wakes them up?

not submission. I really hate the "My OC, my rules" thing. Cause like, no? Just because they are your oc doesn't mean you can do whatever you want with them. If you want to make your oc suffer and not like them get help, you deserve to lose rights over them. Especially if you only do that stuff to purposely trigger people. Once you do that, your oc no longer belongs to you. they belong to the public who will take better care of them instead

Making a comment to get this to post.

Sequences from my finished animation. Inspired by a dog named Teacake.

I hate how acknowledging unfairness in the world is seen as "childish". Maybe children are right. I don't think you should be proud of the fact that you've become complacent with the state of your miserable existence and took on this loser "it is what it is" mentality. Things can be better.

YESSS TRUE​ FINALLY!!

Solomon: As a human--

Lucifer: *scoffs* Human?

Mammon: I don't think you count as a human anymore, dude.

MC: Stop!

Satan: Huh?

MC: Stop saying Sol isn't human. 😑

Asmo: Hun, come on. He's an incredibly powerful sorcerer who's immortal and has 72 demons under his control--

MC: My ancestor was a fallen angel.

Belphie: How does that--

MC: When I went to the Celestial Realm in the past you guys couldn't tell that I wasn't an angel. And when I went back in time in the Devildom you idiots didn't even consider the fact that I could've not been a demon.

Levi: Uh--

MC: Whenever we get in some sort of trouble and end up cursed or hit a weird spell it rarely ever affects me even though the magic works on everyone else: demon, human, or angel.

Mammon: Okay, that's a good point but--

MC: When I first got here Lou put a spell in the attic so a human wouldn't be able to see Belphie even if they got up there. I went to the attic and I was still able to see him.

Everyone: ...

MC: 😑

MC: If you wanna dismiss Sol's humanity because he's "unusual" compared to the average human, you'll have to dismiss mine too.

Beel: I think MC is right here...

MC: Thank you, BB.

MC: Now c'mon Old Magic Man, let's go. *grabs Sol and leaves*

Everyone: ...

Satan: ...MC has really become rather protective over Solomon ever since they came back, huh?

Lucifer: Yes, they have...

Mammon: I don't like that.

Asmo: Well, I think it's sweet.

Levi: Guys, I think we're focusing on the wrong thing here--

Hi! I was wondering if you could write some headcanons on how the brothers would react to the alternate timeline MC (the one killed by belphie, rip) haunting the house of lamentation? I just think some angst would be neato. Keep up the good work! I love your writing <3

Oh how much I love this concept. With all the ghost MCs I've been writing this fits in perfectly. How I love writing angst hehehe thank you for this wonderful ask

Thank you so much for your kindness. I hope I can do this justice :')

It has been months since you've been gone. Your body buried in the human world, and yet your soul still felt like it was lingering.

They could see you - a glimpse here, a whisper there and your presence everywhere. Almost as if you just walked past them into your room, and lay curled up in bed with Satan's new books or Levi's new manga. Only you weren't.

The bumps in your bed were just pillows and blankets. The extra chair stood out like a sore thumb. They would so often call you and then feel stupid for expecting a response. Except you had started answering back now.

Lucifer could often hear paper rustling in his sleep. And when he woke up he found the paper work was done more than he remembered doing.

He found his favourite tea brewing whenever he was too tired. And it tasted exactly how you used to make it.

At first he thought it was some sort of sickening joke from his brothers so he threatened to punish them if they didn't come clean. But it was none of them.

Then...MC? Did you come back somehow?

He went into a secret frenzy, looking for you everywhere. Sometimes when the house was empty, he screamed out your name, he could hear your voice softly calling back from your room.

Soon those soft vague sounds became his only comfort - he became super strict about silence in the house. He refused to have any other tea than the one he found magically brewing. He'd always kiss the cups before drinking from them, and his eyes would sting with unshed tears.

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Mammon might be scared of ghosts. But not you. Never you. Especially when he could feel your weight in his arms whenever he missed you too much.

Maybe the sensation was more vivid, since he was the last one to hold you alive. He could also see you. A faint shadow that walked beside and waved to him whenever he was in your room.

And though the shadow had no face, he could tell it was smiling. He felt calm around it. Like you never left. He denied your death the most and now there was reason to.

He barely left the house and most of the time he just stayed in your room. That's where he had most memories with you. Sometimes he found coins and Grimm strewn around your bed, as if you'd left it there for him. He took them and stored them away, never to spend them.

He was overjoyed when he saw your shadow in his room. He started talking to it like it was you, pressing his lips against the walls where you appeared and watching your shadow reaching up to touch his shadow, holding it tight. In those moments he swore he could feel your arms around him again. And on those nights, his pillows would be drenched with his agony.

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Leviathan first noticed it when he saw that Player 2 was always logged in, in all of his games. Even the ones that came months after you were longer there.

And while player two didn't actively play, he found boost items in his game inventory that he didn't achieve himself. You used to hunt down boost items to help with his battles and he protected you during the fights.

He starts getting even more into gaming, to the point where he forgets to go out for meals. Mammon and Satan have to drag him out to eat. He often just sits there talking to himself as if you're still there.

Then one day, in the group texts of the game, he sees you text. Player 2: 'Go get him Levi! I got your back; we have a lot of ammo!" He forgot the game altogether desperately typing back a message.

You don't text as often as he would like, but he's always waiting for whatever you say. It's easily the best part of his day. If he fell asleep in front of the screen, he would wake up covered with a blanket and good morning message on screen. His brothers claim to never have gone inside so he knows it's you. He cries into the blanket you covered him with cause he misses you.

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Satan came to feel your presence in the strangest way. There was a particular cat that you were attached to. That cat started finding ways to sneak inside the house, in the library or Satan's room, holding small books in its mouth.

When Satan opened them up, he found petals of your favourite flowers tucked away in some particular pages. It resembled the way you marked your favorite chapters using colored bits of paper or bookmarks.

He figured out a way to talk to you. He made something that resembled an Ouija board and left a little cat shaped button on it. He tried it out in your room, and it worked. You were talking back. Not whole sentences but broken phrases and words. So he used yes and no questions from then onwards.

He often found new books in his room, a hint that you wanted him to read them. While reading, he could swear he felt your head rest on his shoulder as if trying to read with him. He also left books in your room to read. Though he missed your touch and your voice, the fact that you still talk to him gave him so much joy. He often kisses the books he gives you, hoping they reach your fingers and litters the pages with tear stains in hopes you'd see them and come back.

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Asmodeus screamed the first time he saw you behind him in the mirror. You were transculent, barely visible. But it was you and your distinct smile and wave of the hand, leaning against his bathroom wall, long streaks of dried blood near your neck. He could even smell you - your scent like flowers, firewood and old books.

He tries to talk to you, even tries to hold you but you're just an image. A reflection that reflects nothing but empty space. You don't seem to talk but you nod or shake your head in reply. He presses himself into the mirror as if trying to hug you tight.

But lately he hears whispers, very faint and barely there but he hears them. Always calling him somewhere where there is a mirror. Cause that's the only place he can see you. If you thought he was obsessed with mirrors then, you should see him now.

He almost covered his whole room up with mirrors so he could see you from all angles, making you feel as alive as he possibly could. He screams your name into his pillows. Maybe you would respond if he was louder?

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Beelzebub often passed by you room, all covered now, just like Lilith's. The door was always kept open but he didn't dare enter. But one day, a strong gust of wind blew it wide open as if urging him to enter. So he did.

On the bed he found some fresh treats placed right in the middle of your bed. It was the treats he loved to eat together with you. How did they even get here?

He sat on the bed and absent mindedly started eating. When he ate, he could hear your laughter and you talking - a surge of memories flooding his senses. And when he was done, he could swear he felt your fingers wiping his mouth.

Eversince then he refused to eat anywhere except your room and his brothers had to drag him to the table during breakfast and dinner. But whenever a new bakery or restaurant opened, he would bring all the food back only to eat it in your room. And he would smile, listening to saying how delicious the food is. He would often clutch at his chest and cry, missing the way you used to hold him whenever he was sad. Won't you come hold him now, MC?

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Belphegor couldn't feel a thing. The only way he knew you were still here was when he brothers acted strangely. He'd ask them of course, but they'd never reply to him. He was the reason MC was gone. Why would MC show themself to him?

So he observed his brothers, always cautious for every little thing that was out of place. He'd caught all his brothers crying at some point or the other. Especially in your room. So he'd curl up in your room to spend the night in there hoping to feel you like his brothers. Only he never did, and Mammon and Satan would scream and drag him out the next morning.

None of the brothers would let him inside of their own rooms either. They couldn't save you when it mattered. So now it was their way of protecting whatever essence was left of you.

Feeling dejected and guilty he went and locked himself inside his old attic. He rested his against the bars that locked him in. Isn't this where he first met you, MC? Sigh. You'd been nothing but kind to him so why did he-

"Belphie.." Then he heard it. For the first time in forever, he heard your voice again. Soft and kind - just like before. He looked up and through the bars, he saw the most familiar sight. You smiling at him through the bars, your fingers wrapped around yours. And just like that he broke down. He started howling in pain, as he tried to reach you, but his fingers slipped right through you. "I'm sorry I'm sorry come back please come back!" He cried as you disappeared into thin air again.

My Masterlist .

ASMODEUS: Name things that could ruin a first date, go! MAMMON: Shittin' in your pants? DIAVOLO: Saying I love you? MC: Killing them? EVERYONE: ... BELPHEGOR: ..You're still mad about that, aren't you?

I hate in books when it’s like enemies to lovers and the person is like “he was so rude to me… gah I wish he wasn’t so stupid hot!!! I hate him!!!” It’s like when someone is mean to me their face instantly becomes ugly and their features haggard and they crumble into stone. Idk what the hell you guys are talking about