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Momentarily closing my inbox due to irl schedule ( ^-^ ) will open again on Saturday with the last sent requests yesterday, thank you for the first batch of reqs I've had the honor of serving :D

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Could I make a headcanon request of the demon brothers with a MC who thinks they aren't good enough for the exchange program? Like they think they're too slow at learning magic and that there's nothing special enough about them to justify everything Diavolo expects of them and all the praise they get. If it could be romantic but like the very beginning of a relationship? Like they just started dating or they're at that stage where they've both acknowledged a crush but haven't quite started dating yet.

• Second Thoughts •

Gomen for the late serving I caught a nasty cold that kept me away from my device screens TwT. I think most MCs have at one point thought of whether they deserve to be where they are in the story, doubt is normal as we are, all human. I hope that even without the context of this request we can all one day learn to appreciate our own self worth regardless of who we stand next to. There's never a perfectly similar set of lives and I think the space for variety is what gives us all our own unique navigation in life.

When you're having doubts about your place:

The avatar of pride had only ever felt doubt few times in his whole life, first was the fall, second was the deal and third was the sudden divide among his brothers. Otherwise, his sin keeps him level headed and clear with his logic hence the seldom doubt. That and he had many things to keep himself assured...but you, well...

This of course only applied to him, his partner on the other hand was human, beings prone to equal ends of sympathy and loathing. This double edged humanity you possess is what helped him and his brothers yes but it simultaneously hindered your self reflection, a sight far from how Luci viewed you after coming into terms with his fostered affection for you.

It started from hushed curses under your breathe, the gaze you give to the other exchange students whenever they display their prowess for an assignment or a minor problem- easily fixed as opposed to your simple self who might’ve taken longer. He's skillful in reading people given how long he's been doing it and someone who painfully lacks pride is an easy thing to catch for him.

He subconsciously began giving you a bit more praise for your efforts, especially for projects he knew you poured so much attention to. Perhaps it was your nature that led you to become more meticulous to detail compared to the angels and the wizard. And when you two finally admitted the mutual pining you've been keeping, he'll be able to actually do more for you as opposed to his restricted methods before.

He's not one to outright spoil you, that's more of Asmo's forte. Whenever you two are alone or close to eachother physically, secluded somewhere. He subtly reminisce on your arrival, how he felt the faintest of a tug when he first reviewed your document after the wind slipped your paper on his desk.

"Fate...you'd assume I'd loath it and on some days I do, but loathing doesn't mean I regret what I've experienced... if anything it gave me you, here by my side."

White lies are something he'd never give, teasing he does on some days. But Lucifer is a man who never pities for pity's sake. He's a man who holds what he deems he wants close to him far from the world's cruelty, far from fate's canines that have already dug scars on his back.

He doesn't let you go that day, not until you realize that you're where you are now because you never deviated from your moral code, never giving up on him or his brothers. The assurance he gives is straightforward but are all meant for you and you alone. The one who managed to catch the affections of the Avatar of Pride, and his pride was also his to share with you.

Mammon is our idiot in shining tinfoil and we adore him for that, he's taken aback by your patience or rather your endurance throughout your stay here in the program. The fact that you stuck by him even when he first attempted to get the best of you? Maybe humanity felt nice after all!-

Then just like on other certain nights where he'd sneak over to your room as per usual, your muffled doubts of not deserving to be here as an exchange student stopped him in his tracks. What the hell were you going on about?- then mammon proceeds to out himself by accidentally stumbling through your door.

Tragically failing at pretending he just got there before going on his tangent of how the great mammon would never ever make a pact with an undeserving human that's definitely not pertaining to your prior dilemma- Shh dear we get your point and you did appreciate his attempt.

The sentiment was there and knowing how he usually is, that's currently the highest praise you'd get from him. But the demon of greed still sensed your second thoughts. After all it takes one to know one right? He doesn't spill his own problem of being disrespected despite being the 2nd eldest but he's in his position because of his own doing. Just like how you're diligently marching forward in the program.

His rant may have stopped but whenever another lower class demon poked fun at your simple nature at RAD mammon is already by your side chewing them off hoe that's THE great mammon's human they're making jabs at, the human that's passing classes in spite of having setbacks compared to other students who fail in the same class.

"So what if they can't summon great beasts fast like your bunch huh?!?! They don't need one when the great Mammon is here for them!"

You had to pull him away before a physical fight can ensue (not like he'd lose-) but still. Him defending you was one of the things that made you lean your affections on him and when you two were finally far from the scene he can't help but to ask why you tool him away when he wasn't done enumerating why they suck compared to you.

Mammon has his own problems but that's precisely what made him more capable at assuring you albeit contorted behind his tsun nature. The avatar of greed may not be the most infamous at sharing but this similar burden you two have is something he'll gladly shoulder just to make you realize that being by his side here in hell is not a mistake.

It's no secret that Levi doesn't hold back with his jabs, it tends to loose its edge due to his stammering delivery but that didn't mean he actually meant every word he spills in defense.

They're exactly that, a defense mechanism against any potential retort against him. So imagine how he felt when the exchange student in the House Of Lamentation began to look worse for wear. It felt like seeing a forbidden scene scrapped from the final production, you were progressing nicely as a typical protagonist with your situation and your setbacks so why-

He knew why, this wasn't a shounen series, you were a real person with genuine feelings that can either push you forward or back. Perhaps he's been toggling on a fictitious image of you for too long via his envy but if he can do anything to help well, a password to his room is unneeded.

Levi cursed himself for somehow managing to offer you some help, as far as he knew the only thing he can help with was textual assignments and such, but that didn't mean he'd outright give up in helping you with practical magic like spellcasting or whatnot.

It was awkward at first but he just reminds himself why he was doing this in the first place, after all the hero Henry reached his goals because he was aided by companions so why can't he do that? That's likely also the time he realized you chose him out of all his brothers for help. Affection was realized a tad bit later but he couldn't reject the feeling that perhaps this was his moment, a moment with you set up by fate's design.

"I- know I called you awful things before but the tbh I wouldn't have any other h..human lodging with us. N-nor do I wanna help someone else because only you can manage to make it this far"

Pressure isn't kind to both of you either, this leads to him subconsciously tugging yourselves away whenever he feels the praise and ramble of what you can achieve in the devildom from the prince get too much. Levi says that getting game achievements isn't a speed run and that the in between content is what should be prioritized.

Whatever you don't believe in, he's there to spew what he believes of you, not expectations high and mighty but assurance that in your raid party of two he's there to offer support and buffs.

As far as the Avatar of Wrath goes, he's likely the best person when it came to analyzing your assets. It can be compared to books and artifacts, these things vary in their own right some may be powerful despite the ruined visage others can be regal in every angle yet be as useless as any decoration put up for show.

You were not eye catching, at least compared to the two angels and Sorcerer. Then he chalked it up to "variety" since- can they really call Solomon human?/lh But the more he got to know you the more he felt immersed in your narrative, after all it's not often he got to live with a human right? The most he got was via history lectures or stories from your kind.

To him your simplicity was bliss, it taught him slowly to appreciate the smaller things one has to offer because at the end of the day it's those small things is what the mighty fail to learn. But when his growing affection for you led him to catch your vulnerable state, face in your textbooks and a painfully fatigued expression well..

He's in front of your desk in a blink. Leaning down and looking at the unit you're studying, oh? This should be easy for him to explain- and explain he did. This was once, it became twice, the next week was thrice and so on it became a routine where either of you two go to the other's room. This routine earned his place in your affection and it definitely helped bringing you two closer.

But on days when the doubt really dwells on your mind, he won't force you to study with him, he's always disliked being pressed under Diavolo's thumb and knowing his wishes for you as the second human in the Devildom, light whispers of assurance are spilled with his arms around your figure.

"You've come farther than most care to try for...and I find that admirable of you, and knowing that I'm here to at least ease the burden... then that's something I'm willing to do until you realize just how appreciative everyone is of you being here."

Exam season tend to end in you two taking a trip to a nearby cat Cafe, he deems you very deserving of a reward and the refreshments along with the critters definitely felt rewarding, especially seeing your eased smile reflected by the cafe lights.

Satan learned to be patient in order to keep his sin at bay, and he'd still be patient if it means seeing you slowly see just what sort of narrative you have at play in your book, one where the cover houses a story of discovery only you can finish at your pace. You're a human and to him this was your greatest quality he came to cherish.

Asmo was rather, quick to catch your second thoughts. It's uncanny how he might be second to the first born and do you want to know why? He pays a bit more attention to you to see if there's anything he can use to charm himself into your abode.

Not the most righteous reason but his intentions started as that, he took it as an opportunity to be buddy buddy with you and hey he's close to Solomon so it's an easy referral should you need help! You have him for seductive speechcraft needs and when it comes to Alchemy aligned subjects- his years of conducting the perfect makeup for his skin isn't something to laugh at.

Getting close to you did start from a promiscuous intent but overtime the bond became something more meaningful than he intended, he doesn't realize until he's subconsciously asked Solomon if he can take a snap of his notes for your lecture needs. Technically you haven't revealed whether you needed help in that area but Asmo's thoughts beat him to it.

But here you were alone in one of the RAD laboratories, hunched on an Alchemy project you really needed to perfect by the end of the day, when you heard him open the door Asmo couldn't help himself from feeling over the moon due to your sudden shift in expression.

You looked, genuinely glad he was there. Not the lust he's grown used to relishing in but rather a genuine affection reserved for him and his acts...he's come to question whether he's still acting anymore, is he? With how close he's holding your face to his yet never taking your kiss well..

"You're one of a kind darling and it feels normal hearing it from me huh~...well I meant it, and I wouldn't have it any other way, dearest"

You exceeded what he initially thought of you as and that was the greatest mistake he made on his end. You and all you had... he holds it not in the shiniest regard, but in the most valuable way he could. Whenever you question your right to stand as a representative of your race- Asmo is there to assure you amongst the threshold of butterfly kisses and sweet words he reserves for you and not his former partner in bed.

What you lack is where your strength lies, you know the pain and the empathy that comes with it is what keeps you better than those no name bastards of the lower demon population. Your place in the exchange student program is locked with your blood sweat and tears each one he'd kiss away anyday if it meant offering you a time of rest.

Unlike Mammon, your doubts are something he can relate on a specific degree. After all he's always questioned what could've happened had he been a bit stronger, faster or wiser on that day...

But, your doubts were justified. Not in a mocking sense but Beel has seen how some people act when put in an overwhelming situation. You probably didn't plan on falling into literal hell months ago but here you are, pushing every task forward with all your might even if sometimes your unaided strength alone wasn't enough. Even then when he sees you stagnant in place unsure what to do he never once looked down on your hardship.

Hoping to offer some sort of coping he offered for you two to grab a bite after a particularly hard class, your initial protest was understandable but he then goes on to explain how taking your mind off the material would probably help clear your build up of confusion. Whether he believes in this logic or not is unclear- he just learned to make many excuses for food before.

He isn't the smartest among his brothers (compared to his academically inclined nii-sans sure) but when it comes to your form and stance during practical subjects, he's able to give a word or two. This routine sandwiched between your talks over food gradually became something he looks forward to during his free time.

One day when you didn't show up on time on your agreed location, he went ahead and ordered your usual favorite (something he picked up after eating with you on numerous occasions.) After ordering his own portion only then does he go on a hunt for his eating study partner. He found you staring off into space while leaning against the student council office doors. A meeting with the prince perhaps?

"Hey your food will go bad, c'mon let's get you somewhere we can eat at, hm? Just eat, yes "

He saves the concern for when you two are far from the RAD vicinity, near the ruined brick lining on its campus he discovered before when he went looking for Belphie at one point. Once you two are settled he hands you your (albeit partially eaten) snack, only then did he spoke again going on small bits of how he's really glad you're here showing everyone what a human is capable of even without the flare of magic you so desperately wished you're good at.

If anything, that only made your victories more authentic. Beel even from a food or sports perspective, sees you for what you're determined to do among the countless demons who took their skills for granted. That admiration became a romantic string that tied him to you, and when all was said and done he never thought of what could've been with you.

The irony that he of all people felt impacted, but compared to Levi his guilt lies more on the fact that he may have deepened those wounds of self doubt at one point. You've done so much for everyone even before the dust settled on your reveal and yet you still saw yourself as someone unworthy.

Belphegor isn't the most vocal among the brothers but he's one of the more brutally honest, give or take. And he does agree that your fellow exchange students are flashier in comparison but he does softly bring in the thought that, being the least strongest doesn't mean being weak if that makes sense.

As the seventh among the brothers he does have an inkling as to what its like, but that doesn't inherently get him to say that he fully understands. And so in order to fix that he simply let's himself lay near wherever you are. Perhaps it was lilith's blood in you but even that reason didn't feel right for him, Belphegor felt at ease when he sleeps near you and it ends with your hand on his head.

When you're overworking yourself to revise notes or review lectures he does pull you away from the lamp's light, snuggling to you close and murmuring how you've done enough work for that day. He managed to balance the expectant force that lingers on your mind everytime you study,and that managed to lull you into a peaceful slumber.

In the morning when you try to leave he doesn't let you and as much as you two began to be closer (and more in tune with a festering love deep down) the action garnered a scoff on your end- you needed to do things how else would you be able to catch up and make up for what you lack. Your voice cracks when he suddenly reached to cup your face.

"Make...up? H... you've done...more good than.. what anyone in this house managed to do for...this..family...and I think, had it been anyone..else, they wouldn't have ...accomplished...what you did.."

It was evident how taken over he was with morning daze (then again when is he not) but he's said what he said and this wasn't a farce he's feeding you, no not after he's said he'll make it up to you. To hell with what the Devildom prince says and to hell with what the first born expects-

You're singlehandedly one of the few good things he's gotten and he'd be damned if he's letting it slip under his watch. Belphie isn't Asmo but physical touch is his way of showing he loves you and what you already do for everything.

• Nakakapagpabagabag •

Requested by an IRL friend. Be honest how many of us can actually say the word?/lh Tag a fellow FiloTwster?

Rating the Dormleaders on how they say the word Nakakapagpabagabag with FiloMc:

An admirer of the Queen Of Hearts, tamer of all things mad and crazy, surely someone who can easily memorize 810 rules can pronounce such a word-

"Nakapagabagka- no na..pa.. actually can you repeat that?"

It's not that he finds it difficult, it's more of him not being able to hear the individual syllables when FiloMc said it the first time.

That and the hard accent isn't something he's as used to as the usual lofty English accent he may have had.

Riddle Rosehearts: 6.5/10

The Savanaclaw dorm leader could've had the advantage since afterglow dictation (is I assume) similarly hard like tagalog. That and his hearing is sharp enough to pick up even the quietest of letters when you first said the word.

"Na...ka..kapag..pabagag, no I'm not trying it again-"

Too lazy to even care, not like it affected his pride knowing how he's probably one of the better attempts after seeing you run around places challenging everyone.

Leona might even question if that's a legitimate word in FiloMc's dialect, to which they'd of course prove by using him as an example-

Leona Kingscholar: 8/10

Unlike Riddle, he can adjust his own accent to fit the word's blunt pronunciation. The Sea Witch's orally casted spells were perfect and unhindered so he wasn't about to fall behind his idol-

"Nak..akakaka pagabag. Tsk you said it too fast-"

He's confused but he has the spirit, likely one of the few who doesn't give up until they can say the word perfectly in their sleep.

It took a good hour but he finally perfected the order of the syllables eventually.

Azul Ashengrotto: 7.5/10

Kalim is pretty enthusiastic doing the challenge, perhaps he has a better shot considering the many foreign products he receives as the son of a merchant so otherworldly dialect similarly toned as his own would be easy-

"Nakakapagpabagabag! Was that right? Did I do it good? AHAHAHA I like that word now!"

The fact that he got it on his first try to, when Filo MC asked how he did it he said he just trusted his own gut feeling.

Whatever this meant, they never bothered finding out. Ever since asking him they keep saying the word to themselves oddly amused by how it rolls off his tongue.

Kalim Al Asim: 10/10

A star borne actor of his caliber has of course already encountered many difficult words from his roster of past roles. That and paired with his personal readings through countless textbooks at NRC how he fairs well..

"Nakaka...pagpababagab.? Ara, I'd prefer a written guide thank you."

If you do write out the word for him he'd be able to perfectly pronounce no sweat but since you have to be fair with your other challengers you only counted his first attempt.

He understands and even asks if other words in Filo MC's native tongue were just as blunt and compresses as that. Depends on the time of day honestly-

Vil Schoenheit: 8.5/10

He doesn't, exactly get the word on first hearing. In fact he even questioned whether you're messing with him with gibberish or not.

"That's even worse than ancient scriptures... ahhhh fine fine- Naga bakabag...? See what'd I tell you-"

Unlike Vil or Azul he doesn't even wanna bother learning the word, grimacing at the needlessly difficult lexicon composition but he did manage to get one thing out.

Which was just, to improve ortho's auditory processor but that's it-

Idia Shroud: 5/10

Malleus has likely lived long enough to witness the rise and fall of empires and kingdoms and within this time were many languages. Tell him once and then-

"Naka..kapag..pabagabag. is that it? An intriguing word indeed..."

He may have not been as confident as Kalim but he definitely nailed the request, when asked if he understood it he'd only smile and chuckle.

It was child's play, the only reason he lulled his delivery was because he wasn't entirely sure what the word meant and he'd rather not accidentally start something should the word have been more cynical than it was.

Malleus Draconia: 9.5/10

Hi hi! I really love your writing and I'd like to make a request! I'd really love to see something for Mammon x MC based on the song The Joker and the Queen by Ed Sheeran. Something like a fic or mini fic would be great but since I didn't see anything of that type mentioned in your rules, it could be whatever format you feel most comfortable with.

• Love's Royal Flush •

My first requested Fic it seems 👀, I wasn't aware this song existed and the lyrics have me folded they're so HNGG- Mammon we love you 😭. I'm taking a very big leap of faith for this by writing it in an Au setting? Think of it similarly as the Cardverse from Hetalia n.n, I assumed this was meant to be a romantic req since the song leans more on it? Do tell if it's a misunderstanding anon-san hhh-

Reader is referred as the Queen but is still Gender neutral!

They say a monarch of your standing must be admirable, some portray you as someone meant to be swayed over in hopes of swaying the power you possess. The vast majority look up to you in reverence with the hidden pity for your position. If there's one thing everyone can agree on, it's that you're unreachable in one sense or another. Even the joker of the court couldn't help but to agree every time his gaze lingers on your form across the checkered hall.

In the court, there's no such thing as names, all they need is your position and they'd know just how to treat you. The King and Queens of old remain on a glorified pedestal that leads every suit into a prosperous tomorrow, the Jacks will always be there to support the two leading monarchs whether out of their own admiration or desire to upvote their power. So on it went from nines to threes until it reached the Ace, a last resort of power deemed the hidden weapon of all four suits. Mammon had almost forgotten his own name bestowed by the wretched being who casted him and his brothers to divide, they all managed to settle as one courtier among the four suits, even if it meant almost losing ties with them...after all who'd believe him when he'd say that the king of Diamonds was his older brother? Or if he revealed how the Jack of Hearts was his younger 5th sibling? Of course not, especially when he was casted out of the four existing suits as a wild card… a joker never belonging to any faction whatsoever.

His position was both a blessing and a curse, a gathering was held where all were welcomed to attend no matter the suit etched on your skin, thus he dragged his miserable self onwards where he'd soon meet you for the first time. You weren't as eye-catching as the other monarchs present, one could say you were on the humble side of the spectrum. And yet you held an air of composed elegance he can compare to preserved raw gold, unpolished to the world's standard yet value higher than most would think.

As a joker he decided to approach you, facade that of an Ace utilizing his ability to temporarily fit into a position just to reach you without tainting your reputation. That night was unforgettable for both, the lonely queen you stood as was eased when the white haired man shared a lighthearted conversation dispersing your worries. You could faintly tell he wasn't what he was letting on, but you didn't have the heart to tell him not when he was doing more good than bad in shamelessly talking you up. His eyes never held the selfish intent of getting you, that's something you felt only he can give. That night was what began your finicky relationship.

The next was when business affairs among the factions became highly dense with work, day in and day out you went back and forth in the grand palace with no king to lead so everything laid in your hand. You were never one to simply accept affections from past monarchs who sent lavish gifts as if you were something to be bribed for. On a full moon night a tap on your window snapped you out your paperwork, had it been an assassin they would've took the opportunity to slice your nape when you opened the window to look down but instead you were met with a comforting pair of blue eyes that seemed to look more vibrant under the silver moonlight, faintly tinting your office with an ethereal glow. Mammon briskly jumped in ready to blurt out his excuse only to see your fatigued expression. 

"Oi..they say you higher ups are supposed to be geniuses right?- the hell are you overworking then!" 

You've heard that phrase from your advisers but when he said it, you felt a twinge of guilt most especially when he suddenly took half of the stack of documents off your ebony desk. With his speed- you thought he meant to steal them but then he turned on his heel to plop on the guest seat, dropping the papers on the miniature table soon hunching himself.

"If I didn't know any better the great Mammon would think you wanted to be indebted to me!"

His statement was just something to mask his sudden motivation to aid you, your expression in his peripheral vision before grunting and beginning to ease up the tax reports you were working on earlier. Your gratitude was kept in silence for now, settling down as you both wiped out your workload for the week. Just for tonight he'll act like those helpful Jacks who gave aid to the higher ups, like the pompous duchies who wanted to be in your favor for the sake of your position. He was successful in his mission, for his presence was what kept you going through the heavy work you were tasked with.

The morning after that, you awoke to a hastily written note on your bedside, desk pristine and carrying what looked to be a fading gold brooch attached with black and blue tassels. The piece of accessory not needing a tag for you to know just who it was from. From then on the joker of every court began to be more close to you ranging from sneaking in to "coincidentally" bumping into you whenever you're tasked to survey the countryside. Even your current court began to see the change in your moods, you were more bright than before as if the raw unpolished gold had begun to take form and smith into something more.

Yet despite the positive outcome your change of attitude became the powder keg for other court factions to try and whisk your hand with their kings. Someone of your talent and caliber could be singlehandedly be one of the greatest assets there is to claim and the kings that came sending their "sincere" regards agreed. Some wanted you, others wanted your abilities, and the twisted simply wish for an ornamental accessory to make themselves look better. At first this was all bearable thanks to the white haired Joker's company but overtime mammon's presence became less and less. For what reason you weren't sure- but the pessimistic part of you thought he's grown tired of interacting with you...and who wouldn't? 

Overwhelmed with all this the Queen you stood as had become a tired mess behind closed doors, ordering for your personal garden to be closed off and not let a single person in. Whether you loved flora or just the solitary comfort that came with venturing on your own among the trimmed green hedges it didn't matter. Amidst your self dwelling muffled thuds could be heard from the other side of the hedge, worried it was an intruder you rushed to leave the garden with nothing but the setting sun giving you its final rays of light as guidance. The fear that ran through your heart when a hand grasped your wrist made it all the more urgent for you to rush along, but your panic finally dwindled away when you heard his voice.

"G-gAH- Hold it will you!- your lackeys wouldn't let me in at the entrance and I had t-"

Not thinking it through a tight embrace engulfed Mammon's visage. He lost his fragile composure after feeling your arms bring warmth to his admittedly cold skin, likely the effect of freshly fleeing from the territory of Diamond up north. With your face buried into the crook of his neck he let his chin rest on top of your head, shakily returning your warm hug before shuddering a sigh.

"You...ya miss the great Mammon huh.." 

Miss him? Oh you did- but where had he been? You weren't sure whether to feel upset or sad that he was right and that he may have had a significant effect on you-

"Y-y'know you seem real lonely for someone who...just had a heck ton of goods gifted by that King down west…"

You didn't even want to remember it, the expensive gifts were just a reminder of your current problem and your sudden shift in expression led mammon to blunder out another topic to distract you. Amidst his broken ramble you had to stop him… your face entailing how done you were from everything, explaining your end which was met with an evident guilt on mammon's facial features.

"H...if I just had the damn sources I'd…" he'd what?

Mammon's spunky attitude finally broke down just as you did, gulping harshly before looking away as if the rosebuds were now much more interesting. He felt weak, you were his source of liveliness when he was purged as an ostracized courtier meant to only amuse and mask as other positions for the benefit of the people. You made him feel more alive with your past encounters, he may not admit it outloud but your presence alone made him feel...greedy, greedy for your touch, greedy for your attention and greedy for your affection that he subconsciously hoped to one day be romantic. 

"I didn't.. look I was a moron for leaving you for too long an- when I saw those fancy bastards sendin' hoards of stuff for your hand I…" 

Mammon didn't even realize his hand clenching tighter into a fist, balled into holding back any other outburst but he still trudged forward, he's already opened this scar so might as well let himself unravel before you...not like he can salvage himself at this rate.

"You didn't need me, you shouldn't need me even if I needed you- you ain't something I can whisk away not when ya have all this going on for you… and it's frustrating to know that I can only be a quick fix when ya deserve a long term aid, something I'm far from bein'. I'm a pathetic joke and you're—"

His face contorted into one of extreme conflict, fighting back the urge to cuss himself out after just...basically admitting what he's been keeping at bay for your sake. He shot back a look when you suddenly gripped the sides of his arms, head tilted downwards yet he can faintly tell the equally hurt expression you made.

"You blind fool why do you think I never lock my window, why do you think I never wear anything on my neck besides that brooch you left, why do you think I never gave an answer to those other kings even when they'd offer mines and empires for a new partner- you really don't get it?"

Breathing ragged and hitched for mammon he caught you before you could stumble forward. Not once did he let you go again, as the confession between you two ensued without the need to say those three words he's been yearning to proclaim to you and you alone. 

"D-dammit you really have a way with this- only you could do this to me"

His voice cracked but he didn't care, Mammon bit down on his lip to stifle a dry chuckle after receiving your figure into his arms, this time a tighter embrace closed by his lips on yours, cupping your face with a calloused hand finally grasping the gold he's been waiting to call as his. It only deepened with your hand behind the back of his head making sure to savor and satiate the longing you two shared.

Mammon had always considered himself an unlucky man, but as much as he stayed down the ranks he finally felt victorious in your hold, the queen taking in the joker as their own...someone who managed to pull a royal flush with their desire, he may be a joker but you'd choose him over kings anyday, a higher regard for your heart to cherish.

A/N I've, never written Mammon fic wise so I honestly have no idea how to portray him without over doing the damned greedy bastard trope 😭.

The moment you see this waved across a battle field is the moment you begin sending your prayers-

Turning irl flags into the flags of Twisted Wonderland part 1/?; Briar Valley

Fae tend to be around the UK in folk lore, and Maleficent is a dragon, so bam. The Welsh flag has never looked so badass.

See it wave here (you gotta save the image so you can upload it)! Reblog very much appreciated!

Queendom of Hearts is most likely next, but which Twisted Wonderland territory should I give a flag after that?

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Cato’s hairstyle reminds me of lilies of the valley :)

This makes me smile in the fluffiest way possible anon-San :D, I didn't really think much when I first began revamping his design during his beta phase- all I knew was, he was definitely gonna have a mullet even if it'll be the death of me.

I think it also matches his youth? If I go with it's general meaning of "symbolises absolute purity, youth, sincerity, and discretion", due to his childhood Cato can be called sincere in every right and I'm willing to elaborate more if anyone is interested 👀.