Momentarily Closing My Inbox Due To Irl Schedule ( ^-^ ) Will Open Again On Saturday With The Last Sent

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.

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 young ravenette looked out the window of the cafe, even the tinted glass didn't stop her gaze from falling onto the horizon lined by the ocean. Getting ready for the day was one of her most peaceful moments, taking the time to check everything but this time... she felt a rather odd sense of comfort from where her stares lingered.

"Something good is about to happen, and when it does... the moonlight will bare witness to the ocean's doings."

It was a fleeting whisper barely audible, yet heard by two other helpers hiding within the shadows of the unopened Cafe. With an amused chuckle she gave one final peek to the azure waves before going back to her business. Perhaps a message in a bottle will flow adrift once more.

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A mermaid lurks in the waves of her home. Her secluded mangrove roots created a perfectly private home. While there weren’t any dancing anemones and colorful corals, it was home. The marine creature weaved herself out of the tangled roots and kicked up some sand as her fins swayed in the ocean waves carrying her out to the open sea.

The mermaid’s pale yellow-grey tail glimmers as she quickly swims into the depths of the blue waves to where she finds a familiar abandoned shipwreck; it is where her treasury of pearls is safely hidden away from greedy thieves. Past the wooden doors overgrown with flowing green algae, colorful corals, and anemones peacefully welcome the mermaid shark. The sun shines brightly onto the turquoise blue and slowly descends into beautiful dark navy waters–quaint-filled small knick-knacks and shelves full of glass bottles and some with paper scrolls.

Light brown webbed hands reach out to the cramped selves and retrieve four filled orbs and bottles. Each item had odd silhouettes and surface dweller’s flora. The shark mermaid swims towards and makes her way down the rotting overgrown wreckage. Starlight hair sprawls behind her as the items in her faintly scared arms clink and clank along her movements. 

The mermaid swam to the darkest depths with familiarity etched into her actions as the mer-woman turned into a dimly lit cave. The dark and gloomy area’s atmosphere is in stark contrast to the sunken ship’s somewhat familiar yet somber aura. Despite how it may seem, the dreary cave helped the marine creature focus, and it acted as a secluded room for her to continue her work with little to no interruptions. Despite its initial usage as a workroom of sorts, the starlight-haired woman found it comforting and used it as a way to spy on the land.

The centerpiece in her hidden room was a large rock cauldron, the lip of a pot’s spindle-like stalagmites giving as dangerous allure as the shark-mer approaches as the foreboding centerpiece. The bottles and orbs clink as the young creature’s gills open on her neck and sides of her shark end. Gingerly allowing the fragile trinkets to float in the water before her golden interested gaze. Even though the eerily ambiance of the cave would make it hard to see the minute details of the ornaments for other humans, she wasn’t human, now was she?

“Hm, What to choose. Each one has the essence of the people it represents. These two,” The mermaid grasps the cork sealed glass containers, white shadows of a short-haired and long-haired figure, walking in opposite directions. The red encrusted seared bottle was simple in aesthetic but what it lacked in eye candy made things more interesting. The yellow-bowed glass seemingly was full of stars and a miniature tree as the long-haired figure looked forlorn.

The mer-shark turns to the last sky-filled the jar with butterflies, and lean-looking fiery flowers outstretched to the insects. The bejeweled orange bow floats in the waters as the white-haired woman experimentally pokes at its invisible wall. The bottle limply tilts and rotates before her with an amused smirk curling on the mermaid’s face. The last items differed from the glass-filled bottles, two orbs filled with flora and rare growing see-through crystals.

“Or, these others, quite the predicament.” Indecision ebbs into the mermaid as white strands float behind the woman as nothing answers her rhetorical question. ‘I wonder how long I’ll have to stay down here, and I do have a business on the surface to tend to up there.’ The shark-mer thoughtfully glances toward the keen selection as a webbed hand reaches towards one of the floating items and raises it to her eyes. A quizzical expression appears as she violently throws the glass into the cauldron. A thunderous cloud explodes, and streaks of color appear and illuminate the darkened cavern. Soon the clouds start to come and absorb unnaturally, forming into useless shapes at first.

Mother-like coos roll from the mermaid’s tongue as she urges the abnormally swelling bubble to configure itself into something more visible, something more telling.

A purple mist bursts from the swelling bubble, and a young man with brown and red hair appears before in the mist. His face cooly steward as he looks off. “Zane Fredrick, a man, stranded to Royal Sword.” {See post}

A gentle mix of pink, blue, and green seeps into the grey cloud as it pops. A young woman with a focused expression on her face. “Monica Cyrus, the woman stranded in an unknown world. Hm, more than one person from mysterious circumstances… Odd.” {See post}

Vibrant reds and yellows take over and writhe. The cloud gathers together and shows an outline of a lizard or a dragon. “Professor Lòng of Royal Sword.” {See Post}

The vibrancy of warm colors mellows and transforms into gentle pastel colors. A pair of slips appear in the cloud as the mermaid reaches the last orb. “Leif Sinter, the 1st year of RSA with a little secret of his own.” {See Post}

The last orb in the shark’s possession was a humble flower-filled looking glass. As she recounts this person’s name and drops the bubble into her cauldron, the mist turns into a black outline of a rosebud. “Roselio Cantilena, quite literally the baby of this bunch.” {See Post}

“That looks like all of them, as of now. Hope they’re all doing well.” Lifting her chin from propped up hands as she looked on in mild intrigue, a tired sigh pulled from her lips, and she looked to the entrance of her small hideaway to see a nameless merman in her doorway skeptically. Calling out, “Sherbert Wellman? May I speak with you?”

Tagging: @rrasado @anevilbunnyinthehat 👉👈

Hi! I’m the person who requested the ghost headcanons and I really enjoyed them! :)

Thus I’ve returned... and I shall target the archons next! /j

(Note: Reader is not part of the seven)

One day, a mysterious creature is discovered near the borders of their nation. It doesn’t seem to possess ill intent nor predatory instincts. In fact, it hardly displays any distrusting behaviors. Of course, due to the intriguing circumstances, Traveller, reader, and the respective archon decide to pay a visit.

Strangely, as soon as a tiny glimpse of reader appeared, the creature flocked to them like a life force. The Traveller watched amusedly while it circled reader like a moon, bubbling joyfully as it did.

“It’s happy to know its god is here.” The Traveller states, smiling lightheartedly.

Aw, that’s cute- wait WHAT?

• Divine Not Forgotten •

AHHHHHHHHHHH your starters are so 💙👌 I should really start calling you by a specific alias 🤔. With instances of Dvalin Azhdaha and the salt God I love the room for creativity in between since there used to be a great amount of gods pre archon war (at least that how I understood it). The question of how the reader is still roaming will be left vague :]. Not gonna lie this is probably my favorite request that I've written for among all other reqs so this was definitely a treat ^ ^.

When you're reunited with a being who knew you once:

The winds carried a different scent one day, it wasn’t any special occasion either so the sudden shift in composition among the zephyr urged the Knights of Favonius to ask the Honorary Knight to investigate the location of the change, along the way they bumped into you and Venti.

They met you not long after their heroic acts in the City of Freedom, you were spotted idling along the small ruins that were scattered at Stormbearer Mountains, you weren’t like the bard they came to know rather, it’d be more correct to compare you to Boreas yet you weren’t part of the four winds were you? 

Regardless, they deemed you no immediate threat and agreed to keep your divinity a secret. After all you were a peaceful resident of Springvale occasionally helping with managing what was claimed after the villagers’ hunts. You were one of the few who knew how to properly send off a soul who passed away.

A deity of crossing, it's been so long since you’ve been to a place that you once dwelled as a figurehead. A revered being who guided fallen stars between the planes of life and death. And now here you were in another set of old Ruins being smothered by a rather energetic creature with fur softer than dandelion and antlers as bright as ivory yet one can’t call it a deer exactly.

“Well hunters usually meet their end in forests and the likes, I guess the critter followed you back then on certain nights. The perilous war forced you out of your usual abode!- and so did they, but only now did you meet each other on the road~”

Venti’s hypothesis felt fictitious coming from him and his delivery but the line of events makes sense to you. Noticing your confused expression the furred creature nuzzled its face on your cheek, simply excited to finally reunite with their god after so many years of endless searching.

The look on its face didn’t go unnoticed by the golden haired traveler and the Bard, even Paimon felt soft towards the scene sensing the ease in tension on your expression after it finally sank in that you finally found someone who remembered you or who you once were.

It never left your arms that day, after some discussion with Lisa they permitted you to keep the creature in your care. Every now and then you two would trek the Whispering Woods with no one but the gentle breeze to accompany your group.

The people in Springvale eventually warmed up to the critter especially after seeing how enthusiastic it was with assisting around their quaint village. It somehow knew the affection you held for the people here regardless of whether they worshiped you on a pedestal or gave you genuine gratitude for your presence there.

Wherever you go, they’ll follow. Whatever you wished for, they prayed for it to, as long the winds keep them near you then they couldn’t ask for more whether it's through a storm or a passage of breeze,

Liyue was vast, that was something everyone can’t deny. And as vast as it was, so were the divine that once roamed its terrains. Despite the landscape, the adepti had no problem monitoring every nook and cranny there was to the nation of contracts.

You, however, didn’t expect the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor consultant to seek you out at Guyun stone forest, the hypocritical gentleman exposing your divinity when he himself was keeping himself under wraps, but since it was Liyue’s hero and savior with him you had minimal complaints.

Just what urged you to agree to come was beyond you, then again intuition played a prominent principle in this geo ruled nation so perhaps deep down you just knew that you were to gain something on this trip to Lingju Pass. It goes to show how close you were to bodies of water.

A deity of Tranquility one can say, yet in the aftermath of the war you chose to make residence in another god’s tomb. Water had always made you feel at home and the people who once seeked water as a projection for peace were your former followers. Your trip down memory lane came to a halt when you felt your cheek partially splashed with water droplets from a creature swimming mid air surrounding you as if there was an invisible river around you.

“Liyue houses many beings, each rightfully roaming down a path of their choosing. Yet some refrain from carelessly wandering without their guide… it seems you helped this little one out of its stagnant routine.”

Zhongli’s comment barely registered due to the fish-like creature occupying your attention and hearing. It excitingly tried manifesting hydro images as if trying to explain and validate its enthusiasm to see you, its former god before ruins occupied this area.

You couldn’t call yourself lonely, but you couldn’t deny how the creature’s presence momentarily pulled you back to the time when you calmly walked along the moist pathways leading wanderers who seeked peace away from the scarily ambitious citizens that resided dead center of this rocky nation.

The traveler was aware of your pride, and they admit that it was something they had to learn to get used to everytime you two crossed paths at the stone forest south of the ruined mining village. But witnessing the rather humane affection tour gaze held towards the water borne creature nudged their opinion of you into a better light.

Nowadays, whenever ships or boats passed by where Osial laid forcefully to rest, they'd hear the faint splashes of water on the intricate land forms, yet they weren't like the ones made by hydro abyss mages, it was always accompanied by faint subtle fits of laughter you can't keep to yourself.

Amused by the creature's antics as it slowly reunemerated the history, your forgotten history, as a divine that made an impact on the few people you led. Water contained memory, but the creature was more than willing to create even more memories to come, ones with you in them.

The archipelago nation had no trouble following a strict code of authority especially considering just how many supernatural beings resided here. The nation of eternity was rich in diversity concerning creatures but seldom ever needed the personal attention of the current Archon of Electro.

The series of cases in relation to the Sakura ley lines had finally settled, Raiden personally made rounds in the nation to see that all is well, perhaps this was the right call for the next thing they knew she had asked the Traveler to call for your presence from Byakko Plain. Just why exactly well-

An avian like creature arose from its century long slumber, causing a ruckus in a specific area near Chinju forest. Raiden deduced that it was awoken by some presence and knowing who used to be revered around these parts- it may have been disturbed from its sleep after sensing a ley line memory of your former visage during the rifthound cases.

Traveler finally arrived with you in tow, a deity of Navigation left to flee from this secretive forest of mist. Your footsteps along the dried leaves had already caught the attention of the luminous avian like creature, its restless nature slowly inducing into great thrill. Circling your figure ever so happily as it then perched itself on your hand, it's elongated tail reaching to your knee level.

"It must've taken refuge here after the great disaster fell on Inazuma... you, I assumed was its patron. I have a feeling that they're the sole remainder of your lost brethren that gave guidance amidst this plane. As thick as the mist is, it didn't stop it sensing the leaked memories that had spread recently."

You've only ever heard of the accidents from marching Tenryou soldiers that passed by your current residence. You left so abruptly that time that you never even had time to grieve those you weren't able to bring with you, your final order having been to evade whatever dark force plagued the thunderous land.

But this creature resting on your calloused hand didn't seem to hold any sort of grudge towards your melancholic self, in fact it seemed more relieved that you're here the day it snapped out its otherwise eternal slumber.

Byakko Plain earned itself another creature to watch over their crops, whenever unwanted beings from the abyss dared step foot on the perimeter of the village, a flight of shadow immediately flocks to notify you to which you'd go and handle the unwanted guests yourself.

The villagers felt your significant change in demeanor, it wasn't something they can vocally describe but there was a sudden glint in your eyes that felt contagious to the residents, and each of them grew a fondness for your new companion. They may not know your godly background but you offered a guiding light through the storms of the nation of eternity.

The Shogun learned of yet another type of eternity, the relationship one keeps close despite the whereabouts of the other party.. this, was most likely the eternity Makoto felt when she laid in wait for her inner self to finally realize the truth.

Hellooo! Can I request some ADeuce + Yuu with a side of carbonated cloud and full moon foam? But only if it's alright haha. Thank you, hope you have a nice day! (･▽･)

Prompt: "I want to be rebellious, but I don't want to get in trouble."

• A bit of Everything •

Ebg finally ended for me meaning I can post this :D. I hope you're OK with a fic format since it eas left unspecified- one serving of carbonated crack and full moon foam at your table!

You three were as thick as thieves, at least that's what the student body portrays the infamous prefect and Adeuce duo as. Whenever there's trouble with one it'd become a trouble for all. That's how it's always been ever since the mine incident, but now that you're here confronting Ace alongside Deuce it… was begging you to wonder whether they were good influences on you. 

It was a relatively peaceful Sunday night, nothing eventful plagued your weekend which for a prefect- it was a blessing that needs to happen more often. Your other two friends managed to rope you in for a sleepover at Heartslabyul which at first you were reluctant to accept considering riddle's strict code but after a bit of convincing from Trey you three managed to have one night of just yourselves without outside intervention-

Except, Ace wasn't satisfied with your humble get together. 

To be specific he felt robbed with your painfully quaint sleepover having to still follow the rules of the Queen of Hearts along with a stern order from Riddle that he'd let you three lodge on the condition that it's bed time by 10pm. Deuce didn't seem to mind it considering that's his usual (attempted) hour but Ace was having none of it hence bringing us to the present moment. Where the ginger haired first year had a leg out on the distorted window's rim while you and Deuce were whisper yelling at him for an answer as to why exactly you three are locking the room's door and going out the window.

“You’re really out to get us in trouble?!-”

“Oh c’mon I doubt you’re fine with the one game we did besides- I already hid snacks on the roof so-”

“You what!-”

Your surprise was met with Ace’s exasperated sigh before tugging his other leg out the window, holding onto the top ledge with calloused hands before looking down at you two with an expectant brow. 

“You guys in or not?”

———

"Falling to my death doesn't sound nice"

"Oh- keep moving dammit!"

"Shh you'll alert someone so stop being so loud!"

"Both of you shush-"

"SHHH!"

The night breeze passed the scene, sending a chill down Ace's spine but it didn't convince him to back out now, no, not when you three were just one story away from the tiled roof of the dorm. Deuce was understandably hesitant but he seemed to have no trouble whatsoever in maneuvering his body when he grabbed onto the next ledge and distorted windows. Ragged breaths left your figure but you still held on, ever so slowly taking a small step upward with Ace leading your trio onwards.

Now don't get me wrong he's the troublemaker but he did have your best interests in mind. Otherwise he wouldn't be so determined to risk your three sneaking to the dorm's rooftop where he's been secretly stashing his food, most likely an exaggerated tip from his older brother but hey if it does the job then so be it. Deuce stopped when Ace halted, choosing to hoist himself up with his arms before turning to help you two as well. The wind began picking up its pace but not quite enough to knock any of you down. 

Heartslabyul's dorm looked big and even bigger once you enter its halls, so your view on the rooftop was quite the spectacle as it gave you an unforgettable view of the gardens below that line the pathway from the dorm to the mirror's location. The bird's eye view rendered both you and Deuce speechless for a moment, only Snapping out when you felt something small but soft hit the back of your head. Snapping your gazes to Ace he only gave a dry chuckle before pointing at the cookie packet you failed to catch.

"Glad ya guys agreed huh?"

Deuce's scowl remained, telling off the ginger about throwing food and how it could've fell off the roof or worse expose their secret. This in turn was dismissed with a wave and an eye roll.

"Please I've kept it quiet for months I doubt one night can change that juice face"

"Still!- you could've just passed it to us normally you jerk"

"He has a point Ace I mean how could you carelessly throw perfectly good food."

Ace's scoff was clearly heard see as you three were alone in an open space, far from the confinement of any quarters or classroom. He ripped open a snack for himself before gesturing for you and Deuce to sit.

"Mind you I bought all this with my own cash so thank me for the midnight snack dammit- OI-"

Yeah he deserved that head jab, you only gave a thumbs up to Deuce before taking your own seat, cross legged and shifting a bit before finally settling on a comfortable position. 

"It's so quiet, didn't know the dorm could be like this."

"Come to Ramshackle its always like this and worse"

"Don't, tried it once and I don't recommend"

"I made you sleep on the couch once"

"And I got an earful from the Dorm leader about your whereabouts that time 💢"

Being ganged up for the umpteenth time that night Ace pouted and harshly bit on his bread. Leaning back his weight on one of his propped arms.

"You two hold a grudge better than Dorm Leader then, besides that was like what-.months ago?"

"Half a year...and counting."

"Whoah…"

Eyes turned  back to Deuce who was already crumbling his finished granola bar wrapper, raising his knees close to his chest so that his chin can rest on top. Turquoise eyes glossed over the distance as if melancholic for a moment before snorting to himself, inducing a confused look from both you and Ace.

"It's already been that long, and here I am still feeling like I freshly graduated middle school…"

"It does huh… I mean, we already passed midterms, I heard around somewhere that something big is gonna happen at school soon."

"Yeah! I think the track and field captain mentioned lending a hand for something- Hey prefect you've been awfully quiet, you feel sick or..?"

A shrug was given, your gaze lingered a bit too long on the mirror in the distance, reminding you of the mirror that told you your otherworldly predicament. 

"Just, sappy- I doubt you two would wanna hear it but...I appreciate being part of...this" 

Your statement trailed into a dry chuckle as you gestured to you three, as lighthearted as you three usually were, you meant what you said and you wouldn't have it any other way. 

"Yeah you're right that's too sappy even for you-"

"And you think you wouldn't be part of 'this'? You're the one who made it y'know"

Ace huffed at the interruption before looking to the side himself. 

"What Deuce said… I can bet to great seven that this, is something nice to have. They say high school is the best years of your lives and I wanna commit to that- and I'd be damned if I didn't."

"Wow Ace didn't peg you to be so inspirational-"

"Will. You. Let. Me. Have. This-"

"Pfft- I think, I'd like that to though…"

Both boys turned to your close eyed smile, head leaning back ever so slightly before sharing a look among themselves.

"I don't know if I would've gotten 'this' at home...I wanna try everything- know what it's like but not too much-"

"Yeah yeah getting in trouble is a no for you both I get it goody two shoes advocates."

"Well- of course I mean I gotta stay clean if I want to be recommended into the forces but, we're at the Climax of our teen years.."

"Oh great seven Deuce? This behavior?"

"—all I'm saying is- when would we have the chance to try everything before we have to grow up…"

Ace shook and pulled open three soda cans, not saying a word when he passed two to his friends. Deuce had a point…

"Well, that settles it, I don't know what you two are getting all worked up for."

"Seriously though-"

"Seriously why? I mean we're here aren't we? Tell me how many people actually manage to get the best of both worlds."

Your expression blanked out for a second. Taking a big sip out of your beverage before sighing and wiping the excess off your lips with the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

"We have troublemaker, reforming ruffian and...an otherworldly prefect in charge of keeping things in line."

"Oi who are you calling trouble maker-" 

"When you put it like that...maybe we can make this work."

The unclouded sky stretched a canvas of stars each bestowing a fragment of light onto the scene happening below. The maroon tiled roof became tinted with silver, Ace's view of the scene was something he'd carry on in the future, to Deuce it was a part of his journey into tomorrow's dwellings, and to you it was a learning experience.

"Then I raise a toast, to us three"

The red eyed male gave a huh expression to which Deuce changed when he raised his can of half full soda. Ace eventually gave in after being pressed by both of your gazes not exactly the type to leave his two buddies hanging.

"To Juice Face, Tart Thief and Misplaced Prefect."