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paarksunghoon · 9 months ago

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hello omg i love love LOVE deep honey, which is rare cus i usually do not touch fluff at all but smth abt the way u wrote got to me. i was wondering that in case u wanted an idea, u could write abt sunghoon rushing over to take care of his sick girlfriend? :3 just a thought or any headcannons u have on that would do fine but if u wanna turn it into a drabble or fic that's good too, especially if it's a continuation of deep honey

anyways, that is all from me, have a good day!!!

thank you so much :’) for all of my nsfw drabbles and content, I really enjoy writing the softer kind of stories. switched up the request just a little. consider this a token of my appreciation for your kindness. xx

ps this is what I’m imaging him wearing

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If there’s one thing you know, it’s that nothing good could ever happen when you text someone past 2AM.

Both existential and physical dread consume you the second you open your texts and see a plethora of unread messages due to your current state of being. You’ve been bedridden for what feels like years but it’s only been a few of days. It’s technically Sunday morning and technically you should be fast asleep, especially since you’d taken medication to help you rest throughout the night. But seems like your body has other plans for you.

Tossing and turning won’t do either. Your head feels much better than it has for the past two days. You’d taken two days off or classes because of intense migraines paired with what seems like onset sickness due to it being flue season. Guilt over missing classes and groveling to your professors (even if they extended grace and told you to rest up) ate you alive, only ebbing away when you closed your eyes and slept.

Your roommate has been away because of a family event and what was once a promising weekend full of relaxation and the apartment to yourself is now a time for you to wallow in your misery. You’ve gone through countless tissues and have slept more in the past few days than in your entire life. It feels like your head might as well be cut off with how many problems your eyes, nose, and throat are giving you.

To pass the time, social media distracts you for a few minutes and you catch glimpses of what your friends have been up to. Partying. Studying. Eating at the cafeteria. All of these are mundane events you took for granted because you’d love to be anywhere but rotting away in your apartment. You’d rather studying for a midterm over feeling like you can’t move without losing your breath.

You take this time to catch up on texts as well. There are so many what remain unread by you and guilt crawls up your spine as you begin to reply to everything.

hi riki!! sorry I haven’t replied yet. I’ve been sick all weekend :/ I wish I could’ve gone to jake’s game with u bc it looked so fun ☹️

jungwon ur your cat is so cute omg…please send more vids. also sorry for replying late im sick lol

sunoo I swear to god if you watch another episode without me, I’m gonna beat your ass whenever I recover

yes, mom. I’m resting as much as I can! sorry I haven’t responded sooner. I still feel sick

heeseung do u think sunghoon would be weirded out if i text him right now. pls advise 😁

Heeseung immediately reads the message and the text bubble appears straight away. He’s one of your closest friends in university who always happens to be friends with Park Sunghoon, the guy you’ve been talking to for the past month and a half.

heeseung: Nah not weird. He’d probably like hearing from you

heeseung: He was asking about you earlier today and said you haven’t been talking to him as much

you: looking at my phone made me nauseous :/

heeseung: You should probably tell him that bc he’s been staring at his phone all day

you: soooo it wouldn’t be weird if I texted him out of the blue rn?? usually we don’t like…start conversations so late

heeseung: You’re overthinking. Just text him and if he doesn’t reply then he’s asleep and will text you in the morning

you: I’m scared of fucking it up

heeseung: There’s nothing to fuck up. If he gets mad that you took care of yourself (he won’t be) then he’s the one who fucked up

you: ugh when did u become the voice of reason

heeseung: :)

Your thumbs hover over the keyboard after you’ve opened Sunghoon’s text. You can imagine his slight pout when you think about how he’d react when he realizes you haven’t texted him back, which makes you feel even more guilty than you already are.

You’re not really sure how you started talking to him, let alone befriended Heeseung to the point where he started inviting you to hang out with him and his group of friends. Heeseung had originally been a study partner for a shared class back when the two of you were sophomores. It’s been a couple of years since then and now most of your conversations consist of TikTok jokes and Heeseung having to deal with you pining over one of his friends.

Sunghoon is every bit of cool you can imagine. He was so quiet when you first met him, residing in his oversized sweater since it was approaching the beginning of autumn. Heeseung invited you to a local bar on a Friday night after midterms and said your first drink would be on him if you made it before last call, knowing very well you were likely getting ready to slip underneath your blankets and call it a night.

He was right as always. You showed up wearing jeans and an old shirt with a jacket that was too big for your body. You’d made somewhat of an effort to look presentable since you’d be hanging out with his friends near campus and would rather not look like you’d gotten rolled over by a locomotive. It was there you met Sunghoon for the first time. He was so quiet that you barely heard him talk until an hour into hanging out with him, but that’s when you learned that he was someone you needed to get to know before he’d show you his loud, boisterous personality.

The more you hung out with him, the more you started to picture yourself with Sunghoon, away from the group you started to call your friends too. You’d only see him when Heeseung invited you out or if you bumped into someone else while Sunghoon was in tow with them. Neither of you seemed to cross paths otherwise and even then, Sunghoon was a bit too timid to approach you first and start a conversation.

Part of you wondered if you were ever too bold when you’d get drunk with him and your friends. You were loud, full of laughter and affection that none of your friends were surprised every time you shouted compliments across the tables and declared your love for the little group you considered to be your family away from home. Heeseung had gotten used to it pretty quickly and so did the others, albeit it took a while for their ears to stop glowing red every time you’d pull them into a drunken hug.

Maybe you sent a little too far with Sunghoon, who immediately tensed when your arms wrapped around his shoulders the first time you let your inhibitions down fully. A few beers and shots in, and Heeseung was anticipating your drunken rant about how much you love the little life the five of you had created and hoped that it would continue even after you all graduate.

Sunghoon always looked a bit intimidating with his dark, thick eyebrows and shielded his wandering eyes. He always looked like he knew what he wanted and his grace always made you think twice about what you’d say to him. Although, you knew this was the beginning of an onset crush that wouldn’t remain hidden for long, let alone when you weren’t sober.

So you’d thrown your arms around Sunghoon’s shoulder and told him how happy you were that Heeseung introduced the two of you. While you try not to think about that moment too much, you recall telling Sunghoon that he was slowly starting to become one of your favorite people because of how funny he is when people least expect it. You liked that he was so kind to his friends and that he was so confident in himself, and that you wished you could be a little more like him.

You also said he was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen. It was a sobering moment because he looked at you like you’d grown two heads and his shoulders felt like they might’ve been pushing you off of his body.

Stumbling with consistent apologies, none of your mutual friends seemed to notice what was happening behind them. You can picture the look on his face when your mind crosses to this moment, how he’d looked at you with bewilderment with his mouth ajar. Sunghoon didn’t say anything and you took that cue to leave him alone and head to the bar, where you hoped distance would make this night seem less tragic than it was.

When morning came around, you were the only person in your shared group chat who declined getting a late morning breakfast due to your embarrassment. Even during the next weekend, when Jake opened up his apartment for a casual hang out, you were the only person who didn’t show up, citing work and study stresses keeping you away from your friends.

Heeseung knew those were merely excuses.

“Cut the shit, Y/N. Are you okay? Did one of the guys do anything to make you uncomfortable?” The worst laced in his tone made you feel guilty for having him think the worse of people he knew before he met you.

“No, nothing like that. I think I’m the one who fucked up and made them uncomfortable.”

“Well clearly not since Jake invited you to his place. What’s going on? Do you want me to come over?”

The last thing you expected from Heeseung was to see him double over in laugher when you explained your predicament, clutching onto your bed like he’d fall to the ground if he didn’t. You’re sure that fit of laugher gave him a new set of abs.

“Sunghoon wasn’t weirded out. He texted me and asked if you were okay.” Heeseung pulled his phone out of his pocket to show you, leaving you in a cloud of confusion. “He probably likes you. Sunghoon’s a natural with girls even if he doesn’t realize they’re flirting with him. I think he likes you too because he’s acting really awkward because he doesn’t know how to deal with it.”

That night left you with more question than answers. You considered texting Sunghoon and asking if the two of you could talk, but you didn’t want to make him even more uncomfortable and tell him what Heeseung told you in fear of putting your friend in an awkward position. So you let the discomfort settle and braved seeing him the next time one of your friends invited you out.

Which, to no one’s surprise, was the weekend after Jake’s get together. Seoul’s autumn carnival was in its third weekend by the time the five of you were able to find adequate time to ride every rollercoaster and eat until your stomachs caved in. You loved the fair and were the first person to buy an admission ticket. Poor Jay, who wasn’t the biggest fan of big rides in the first place, tagged along with Jake every time he insisted on it. You tried your best to keep some distance between yourself and Sunghoon, even if Heeseung said you were being ridiculous. You’d chosen to stick by him until Sunghoon volunteered to help you pick up the food trays when you lost a game of rock-paper-scissors.

“I’m sorry that I acted weird that night,” he said, cutting the silence as the two of you waited for your order. He didn’t have to explain. You knew what he was talking about. “Heeseung said you felt bad for making me feel uncomfortable but I need you to know you didn’t make me feel that way.”

That was the longest sentence he’d ever said to you, let alone it being the first time he initiated a conversation with you. He watched as you stood with your eyes wide and mouth parted like you wanted to say something but didn’t know how to say it.

“I think you just caught me off guard. I wasn’t expecting you to say nice things about me. I didn’t realize we were that close because you’d been affectionate with everyone but me up until that night.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “I was, uh, flustered.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He averted your gaze and looked at his shoes momentarily before he looked back at you. “I liked what you said. I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

You laughed at the awkwardness dissipating. “I thought I crossed a line, or something. You just sat there and I thought I fucked up by touching you.”

He shook his head. “You didn’t. I…I liked it a lot.” You tried to hide a grin by keeping your bubbling excitement under wraps failed miserably. Sunghoon smiled too, offering to carry most of the trays back to the table where your friends were too hungry to talk for the next ten minutes.

The memory brings you back to the present where your thumbs hover the keyboard. You start to read back the conversation between the two of you and feel those butterflies erupt in your stomach for the umpteenth time. The two of you have talked about anything and everything. Nothing is off limits. So why is texting him to let him know you’ve been sick for the past few days so difficult for you?

you: hi

you: sorry I haven’t texted a lot in the past few days. I’ve been having migraines and now I’ve caught a cold ):

you: im sorry for texting so late too

He texts immediately.

sunghoon: You don’t have to be sorry. Are you feeling better now?

sunghoon: Actually don’t answer that

Your phone rings.

“Hey,” you say with your phone propped against your ear. “Sorry for bothering you.”

“You’re not bothering me. I’m the only who’s calling you when you’re sick, so I’m technically the one bothering you.” His laugh on the other line makes you smile a little too hard. “I was really worried. None of the guys heard from you so I figured you needed some space.”

“Unfortunately. I had to skip a few classes because it hurt to stand up. I’m pretty sure I’ve slept more this past week than I have in the last month.”

“I’m sorry. That really sucks.”

“I feel bad that I haven’t been able to talk to you.”

As if Sunghoon could sense you pouting, he clicks his tongue and reassures you. “It’s fine, Y/N. I’d probably do the same thing. I can’t imagine how much pain you’ve been in.”

“I would honestly rather study and take a million midterms than go through this again. I feel like someone just took their shoe off of my head.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear you’re doing better. Can I bring you anything? Medicine, maybe?”

You cough a little. “No, but thank you. My friend dropped off a lot of NyQuil and other stuff to help me. It’s working…kind of. Still feel like shit, though.”

“…Can I come over? To help you with your sickness, of course. I can bring you soup.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You frantically rise from your bed amidst his words and realize there are tissues on the ground and dirty clothes strewn everywhere because of your lack of energy. Your living room must be a mess, too, and this would also be the first time Sunghoon would see you without any makeup on.

“I want to. But I mean, only if you’re up for it. I don’t want to stress you out since you’re sick. I just want to help make you feel better. That…and I miss you.”

Sunghoon’s never been so direct before. Even though the two of you have been talking for a while, neither of you have been so forward about it. Conversations are always subtly flirty to the point where the effervescent feeling simmers just underneath the surface. The two of you have hung out without the rest of your friends and have been alone before, but neither one of you has gone so far as you be so bold about the other.

“I miss you too,” you whisper into the phone.

“Give me thirty minutes. I’ll come with soup.”

He hangs up and with a newfound sense of urgency, you make your bed and throw away any stray trash. You put your dirty laundry in the hamper, which is piled high and untouched. It’ll be a problem for when you’re not sick.

The living room isn’t too bad. You straighten furniture and throw away empty takeout containers and wash a few utensils. The tasks don’t feel as draining as they did a few days ago and you’re starting to regain a little bit of your breath.

True to his word, Sunghoon arrives thirty minutes after he said he would. You open the door and look at him. He’s wearing blue hoodie and sweatpants with specs that make him look significantly more attractive than you’re used to.

“Hi,” Sunghoon says with a gentle smile. “I missed you.”

You bite your lip and blurt out your first thought. “You look really good in those glasses.”

Sunghoon chuckles. “Thank you. Can I come in?”

“Right, right.” You step aside and he follows you into your apartment. He takes his shoes off and places them neatly by the shoe rack.

“I might need to reheat this. I got it from that place near my apartment. You know, the one with the yellow banner?”

“I love that place.”

He smiles at you. “I know. Can I heat up some soup for you?”

When you nod, Sunghoon moves to the correct cabinet and pulls out everything he needs. It astounds you because he’s only ever been to your apartment twice before, both times with your other friends in tow. It dawns on you that it’s the first time the two of you are alone in your space. You’re touched that he remembers where your things are.

He beckons you to sit on the counter in front of the steaming bowl and the aroma of spices makes your mouth water. You haven’t been able to eat consistently in the past few days, surviving on bland foods like bread and crackers to sustain your health because anything else made you feel sicker than you were. The steam feels good against your skin and you dig in right away.

Sunghoon pulls your hair back when it gets close to the rim and holds it for you while you lap up the soup. It seems as though you’re hungrier than you thought because you sit there wordlessly, shoveling liquid into your mouth while Sunghoon watches.

“Sorry,” you apologize. “I must look like a zoo animal.”

“You’re sick, Y/N. You have nothing to apologize for. The first meal you can stomach is the best one.” It’s like he gets you. Sunghoon continues to hold your hair back until you’re finished. He washes the bowl and spoon, and puts it back where they belong.

Sunghoon turns around and looks at you under the ambient lighting you and your roommate put up in lieu of the overhead lights. It feels like he’s inspecting you and you try really hard not to think about the fact that you don’t feel presentable in this moment.

“Your apartment feels very you,” Sunghoon says. “I like all of the green furniture and the art on the wall.”

“My roommate picked the decor out but I’m starting to understand why she loves art so much.”

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he asks, looking at you. “Would you want to go to an art museum with me?”

“I’d really like that.”

Sunghoon pulls you by the hand to your couch and you try your best not to feel flustered with his touch. He sits you down on the cushion and immediately you feel like you need to be hyper vigilant because he’s looking around the apartment and you’re wondering if he can see the messes you see.

“Do you have a blanket? We could watch some TV. Or I could go. I don’t know.”

“Don’t go.” You say it too quickly but Sunghoon’s shoulders relax. “The blankets are beside the couch.”

He drapes it over you, leaving himself to fend for the cold. Although you’re sure he’s pretty warm, you open up the blanket and invite him to share it with you.

This is new territory. You two have just been talking. But Sunghoon isn’t deterred. He slots himself next to you and doesn’t shy away when he feels your arm pressed against him.

“Sorry for the mess. And for, well…” He watches you gesture to your face, which is undoubtedly red with dark circles underneath your eyes.

“You don’t have to apologize for anything. I still like you.”

You aren’t used to him being so upfront like this. He watches you with easy eyes, the kind of feeling that makes you believe what he says. Sunghoon is pretty reserved when it comes to these types of things and you often find yourself being the one to push him towards his bolder side. But even though you feel flustered by his words and underneath his stare, you like this newer side of him.

“I’m such a mess.”

Sunghoon watches you push your forehead into his shoulder in an attempt to hide yourself from him. He smiles at your antics and loves the feeling of your body on his. He’s been hesitant to do things like hold your hand or kiss your cheek in fear or overstepping a boundary. He doesn’t know what came over him when he held your hair back from falling into the hot soup. He knows very well that he could’ve asked where you kept your hair ties, but helping you when he knows you need it felt like the right thing to do.

Now, he wonders if you’re growing bolder with him too. You let your forehead rest against his hoodie as you take deep breaths. He hears you sniffle a few times and nearly coos at the mere thought of you suffering from your sickness. When you pull yourself away from him, the tip of your nose is slightly runny and your eyes look a bit more red than usual.

“I feel like I got hit by a truck.”

He bites his lip. “You could look worse.” You try not to let your cheeks rise in heat.

“You’re just being nice.”

Sunghoon laughs and shakes his head. He could never lie about how he feels towards you. “Nope. You still look really cute.” He watches the gears work inside your head and locates the TV remote when you don’t say anything. “What do you want to watch?”

“I dunno.”

“C’mon, you must’ve been watching TV while you were cooped up here.”

You shake your head. “Migraine, remember? Felt like my eyes were gonna burst.”

This time, he coos out loud. Sunghoon puts on a show you’ve mentioned enjoying in the past and hopes he chose correctly. You seem to be mellowing out and paying attention to the screen in front of you until you start breathing heavily. It’s not until he hears you try to silence a small coughing fit that he shoots up from his seat and pours you a glass of water.

“Here.” Sunghoon doesn’t let you hold the glass. Instead, he beckons your mouth open by placing the rim between your lips and lets you swallow the water, tilting it up until you’ve consumed all of it. He wipes the excess water from the corners of your mouth with his thumb and looks down at you with concern. “Do you have any tea? I can make you some. Hopefully that’ll soothe your throat.”

“Stupid medicine isn’t working,” you grumble. “I might as well perish.”

“Tea, baby,” Sunghoon says, the pet name rolling off his tongue with ease. You almost don’t notice it. “Where do you keep your tea and honey?”

“Cabinet beside the fridge.”

Sunghoon comes back a few minutes later with piping hot chamomile tea with honey. You don’t know how he does it, anticipating your every need and putting just enough honey where it doesn’t feel like you’re stuffing your throat with the sweet nectar. You sip on it slowly as he situates himself back underneath the blanket and keeps his eyes on the television while you try to calm your erratic heartbeat.

Eventually, the episode finished and it’s almost four in the morning when you start to get sleepy. Sunghoon hears you yawning beside him and does his best not to grin like a lovesick idiot when you push your body against his in an attempt to get comfortable. You’re holding the empty cup loosely in your hands when your eyes start to droop and as much as Sunghoon would love to stay like this, he knows it’ll be better for you to sleep in your own bed with your back against the mattress.

“Baby,” Sunghoon whispers. He grabs the mug from your hands and sets it on the coffee table. “I think you should sleep in your bed. You’ll feel a lot better when you wake up.”

“But you’re so warm.”

He bites back a smile. “Thank you, but you’re gonna wake up with back pain and I know you’ll be mad that you didn’t sleep with pillows.”

He’s right and you know it but that doesn’t stop you from letting a whine slip past. Sunghoon doesn’t complain when you lean on him for support (or rather, you push your full weight onto him because you cannot be bothered with physical tasks at this late hour). Instead, he holds your waist with his arm and guides you into your bedroom from his memory of coming here a couple times before now.

Despite this, he’s never been inside your room. You’ve always kept the door closed but as he opens it, Sunghoon completely melts at how your bedroom is so utterly you. The dark green comforter hugs your queen-sized bed and a mountain of pillows cover the top near the bed frame. Your desk is an organized mess of notebooks, pens, and highlighters you carry with you during study sessions. Photographs in pretty frames decorate your walls along with posters of your favorite music and films.

He spots a picture of the two of you from that day at the amusement park when Heeseung insisted on taking a photo since the lighting was “perfect.” Sunghoon suspected that wasn’t the case but let him take it anyhow. He always considered that to be his first official memory with you. Knowing you might feel the same makes Sunghoon’s heart flutter.

“Let’s get you into bed, yeah?”

His soft touches make you fall much deeper into your tiredness. The mattress below you feels too good to be true as Sunghoon opens the blankets for you to crawl underneath. He watches you carefully as you scoot to one side and make yourself comfortable, wondering if you’re enjoying the side of him that wants to pamper you.

When you’re all tucked in with the blankets underneath your chin, Sunghoon can’t help but lean down and brush a few stray hair strands from your face. He caresses your cheek and holds himself back despite your lips being right in front of him. Instead, he settles for rubbing your soft cheek with his thumb before leaving.

Except, you reach out and grab onto his wrist. “Where are you going?”

His looks back at you in the dim light. “Home, baby. I’ll let you sleep.”

The pout you’re wearing is tearing him limb from limb. “I don’t want you to go home.”

“No?”

You shake your head. “Please…I haven’t seen you at all this week.” Sunghoon hears the strain in your voice and he isn’t sure if you’re awake enough to know what you’re saying. “I-I just want you here with me.”

How could he say no to that?

Sunghoon sits on the empty side of the bed and lets you guide your hand in his bigger one. He watches as you shake your head and he’s about to ask what you mean when you open the blanket.

He feels momentarily guilty when he pulls his hand away from you because he hears you whine again, but he slips off his hoodie to avoid overheating. He’s left in his sweatpants and a loose shirt when sliding into your bed right next to you.

You waste no time and attach yourself to Sunghoon, pushing your body until you’re resting on his chest. He does his best not to let his heartbeat give him away. This is the most he’s ever touched you. At best, he’d brush his hand against yours and waited for the right time to hold it. Today feels like he’s thrown caution into the wind.

Sunghoon puts his glasses on your night table and pulls you close to him, encircling his arms until he finds a comfortable position. Your warm breaths litter his skin and he feels like he could run laps with how happy he is in this moment. You look so cute with your body limp against his. He loves that you’re not hesitant around him anymore and hopes you know just how much he wants you close to him.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Sunghoon says in the dark, unsure if you’re still awake or not.

“What’s your secret?”

Your eyes remain closed, eyelashes covering your beautiful eyes and your cheeks are squished into a pout against his chest. He looks down at you like you’re precious cargo and a rare gem he never wants to let go of.

“I really want to kiss you.”

You don’t say anything. Instead, Sunghoon feels you move your head until you press a kiss against his chest, allowing your lips to linger for a few seconds before reverting back to your original position.

“Kiss me tomorrow.”

Sunghoon hears you snoring soon after.

“Yeah,” he whispers to himself. “I can do that.”

***

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wisteriainslumber · 4 months ago

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ramshackle guest room shenanigans

aka the twst cast receive a room in nrc's beloved prefect's dorm! are they good roommates? well, that's up to yuu to decide!

so far lilia has squared up with grim and class 2A viciously fought in my guest room. good day

CW: cursing, spoilers for draconia family names, you/yuu used interchangeably. i do not know of this thing you call 'consistency'

Riddle

if you're lucky, sometimes a few stray hedgehogs follow their queen over to your place. but only if you're lucky. the heartslabyul student that didn't shut the cage properly may not be so lucky

didn't study? don't let riddle catch that, bc now you're going through the mental version of military drills

really good at being a tutor, garbage at emotional support, but he tries

he brings fresh fruit and flowers sometimes, and books on architecture

yuu has tons of tea stocked in their place because of riddle. he will not come over if there is no tea. he has rules to uphold and also many teacups to give you

sometimes he feels like a health inspector dropping by ur dorm. and no LMAO this dorm is NOTTT getting a clear

seeing him wander around and explore the shroud's gaming console and grims treat dispenser is akin to dropping a victorian boy into the modern world. he is constantly caught off guard from random dings and lights

it shouldn't be considered freaky since heartslabyul has singing flowers and sentient moving flora, but whatever helps him feel better

my malicious yuus love to make a list of all the things that would put a victorian child into a coma and treat it as a to-do list

some point far into the invites, riddle will communicate things he's always wanted to try, like taking personality quizzes during a sleepover

treats it like theres a correct answer and questioning how asking if he thinks about philosophy has an influence on his personality

(get him hooked far enough and this will be your inside bonding joke)

if given the keys: you will find textbooks for your courses, a note-taking guide, and a bunch of stationary from yours truly laying on your living room table

Trey

his hack is baking something before he knocks up on the ramshackle door because what was yuu going to do? take the dessert and slam the door in his face?

i mean they could, but in 8 out of 10 scenarios, trey would probably be invited inside by yuu, meaning he doesn't have to ask (he wouldn't have anyhow)

his confectionary prowess is a weapon and he uses it willy nilly

the friend that leaves at 6AM after your sleepover and makes you feel like a one night stand (he's got responsibilities.. and he misses his own bed, sorry)

sets alarms for you to brush your teeth...

loves how you decorate the place and will be able to notice if you rearranged or added new pieces

grim looooooves to sleep in trey's room and just chill out on him on the reg. it's like hes oozing catnip or something

no one is buying the normal act, right? make him comfortable and you'll see him losing his cool. he's real sassy and catty and honest about things that tick him off, but you need to unlock friendship level 5 to see it

speaking of friendship level 5 at this stage yuu might start getting into prank wars. why? simple curiosity from yuu wanting to know what goes on in trey's head, but they'll say its because they find trey's ideas real funny

trey will prank yuu with the classic whoopee cushion but do not be fooled when he tells you he's bad at pranks... this is a trick to lull you into a false sense of security

real talkative when alone with yuu (and occasionally the ghosts) it's almost like its turned into a sorority depicted in movies.

if given the keys: raids and keeps stock of your bathroom monthly. it is not a choice. he has a clipboard in your bathroom for it.

Cater

oh he camps here to hide from riddle whenever he gets a lower test mark

technically only yuu's rules apply in their dorm so he's freeeee

unless he has to pay in treats, then caycay can absolutely pick up something at the store (if begging trey didn't work that is) first before coming to the dorm

'not photogenic'? no problem, he's an expert. will lay down or hang from the ceiling for the perfect angle. if he has an objective, he'll have a solution (and this includes enlisting the ghosts for help!)

he'll bring his guitar and serenade you as a bribe but if you take super cute candid pics of him playing, he miiiight throw in a small lesson for free <3 but only if they're super duper cool, okay?

this is who you call up to make random videos and skits with. the production is wigs, a colourful wardrobe, one phone, and a dream. hustle hard enough and it can be yuu's side gig

put googly eyes on a bunch of things around the dorm. they're kinda cute?? (this was trey's idea but cater had the balls to execute it)

yuu sets up a cute little bulletin board with envelopes and 'mails' things to their classmates. they can pick up their messages when they come over

cater decorates a 'suggestion box' for the dorm. there's a suspicious amount of requests for a ramshackle dorm uniform in medium size for someone around approximately 176cm..

caycay also likes to joke around and asks for tips when ramshackle guests come over (he calls it 'yuu tax')

will not do it for free, but four (or more!) pairs of hands are better than one for dunking grim into the bath. he won't feel the scratches if they are the bodies of his clones, or so he claims.

if given the keys: get ready for the inside jokes of adopted ramshackle member cater to be true! he'll bring over aesthetic decorations every season, deal?

Ace

always leaving something in the dorm so he can call and later be like 'nooo omgg i guess i HAVEEE to come over now, and since im already there, lets do homework together' and ofc he intends to stay late so now its like 'walking in the DARK back to my dorm?? let me sleep over plssss :(((( your bed looks MAD comfy lets share :)'

nothing is yuu's. that gaming console the shroud brothers gifted them? that's OUR console now

the closet? OUR clothes

grim? mostly yuu's because if ace does anything well its beefing with a fucking cat of all things

ace do be permanently moved in by the first week because for SOME ODD REASON, there's more of his belongings in yuu's place than at his dorms. gee, i wonder how that happened?

you guys craft and buy furniture together. ace contributes by poking fun at the decor in the store and offers his insight (yes, yuu can make him carry everything back)

the friend who is down to do ANYTHING as long as you're together. friendship is magic or something!!

loves sharing the same opinions with yuu and they both have beef with diasomnia student C for wearing the most overpowering woody perfume scent. they love referring to anything pleasant smelling as better than C

(ace is not faring much better he wears axe)

oh yeah the homework never gets done, sometimes it doesn't even get started, but its definitely not ace's fault!! he's just excited to spend time with his bestest friend in the whole wide world! (his words, not yuu's.)

if given the keys to the dorm: stops by EVERY morning to physically drag yuu out of bed for their first class and makes sure their uniform is all in tact and tidy (and eats all your food :( )

Deuce

he would be picking stuff up as he sees it and helping yuu fold or iron some clothing yuu hasn't gotten to yet

he's used to keeping his house clean guys, he will automatically begin cleaning the space

and yes it will always be a little messy bc grim likes to be everywhere, to nap, to feel tall, or watch whatever yuu is doing because he wants a part in the experience too

thinks the mini furniture you have for grim such as step stools, little beds, and tiny cups are the cutest things ever

the cutest duo ever. both tripping on the same tile for the seventh day in a row, both accidentally missing their 3 alarms, and accidentally wearing each others jackets because they were both draped over the chair carelessly before passing out on the couch

surprise, the studying DOES get done when these two are together, but more in small locked-in bursts than a long session

for my multilingual yuus, you will love deuce. a forgotten or unknown word? no prob! deuce can pick up hints and discern exactly what you're talking about/what you mean, even if he doesn't remember the word itself

he's so excited to see your albums and film from the famed ghost camera

genuinely gets along with the ghosties a lot and the ghosts show their obvious disappointment when yuu's guest is not deuce

brings over his laptop because he lets you use his streaming services woo woo. weekly movie dates! he'll pack some some dvds from home the next time he goes on holiday for you

if on the off chance, deuce and yuu scrape together a bike, you'll be learning and going on bike rides together. do not let deuce man the wheel :)

if given the keys: you'll have the handiest tool box in Wonderland as a housewarming gift and helps yuu wrestle grim down to trim his claws

Leona

he let yuu in his room during book 2, so consider this fair payment (wtv u say girl)

invite him over out of your own volition and hes like 'hah? you think i want to be there??'

if the ghosts don't feel like messing with leona, ramshackle is quite peaceful

he will also eat all your food hes like a second grim but less yappy

'drops' a chess piece at your place so you'll come over to savanaclaw & play chess w him

makes outrageous demands when he misses your voice and words

grim does not fight leona for sunspots anymore, he just sneaks into them when he's certain leona is dead asleep (once, yuu found grim curled up on top of leona like he conquered the space)

will complain endlessly and tells yuu to stfu but will give informed answers to their questions

along the question bombing, they land on his necklace and leona talks about the significance of the beading on it

if yuu shows enough interest, he'll be dragged along to do beadwork together but you must absolutely study up (or listen to him) and appreciate the history and culture behind it, or you can forget about this idea all-together, understand?

he sees yuu struggling with homework and hes like 'lmao thats so easy' but he will throw a lil lesson hidden under a comment for you

and he even sits down a bit later to watch you to make sure you're understanding

brings in random shit to your dorm, like throws and coasters and electrical fans to make it more comfortable for himself, but never comes back for them

they just so happen to be in patterns he thinks you might like, so in a backhanded way, it is sort of like a gift

if given the keys: acts so offended that you're giving him the keys to your poor people house but okay, ig if you reaaaally have to give it to someone, then at least you have good judgement, but don't expect anything🙄 (he occasionally leaves gifts on the doorstep like a little house cat)

Ruggie

if you don't know how to clean the stove top or properly do your laundry, this is who you call bc not only does ruggie know how to do all these things, but also know the most convenient, efficient way to do so

gives(?) yuu clothing hangers from leona's closet and teaches you smart storage saving tricks. domestic life lets go

as long as you trade off the chores, then he's all good

rather invested in the furniture crafting process. you never know what more life skills he'll need! and, well, what more jobs he's qualified for shishishi

just let him know anytime you're ready to make a pond because he's good at digging AND gardening. just make sure he leaves any of your pet fish alone

so good at finding anything you've lost/what he's misplaced in your dorm. he's either got fantastic recall or a mental airtag on his belongings, we don't know

he's always chasing that bread so sometimes you see him check in & out like its a hotel, but you'll always share what you've learned and how the day was going by latest, the end of the week

unspoken harmony between the two. its like they're telepathically speaking to each other. they seem to know exactly which spots of the other to cover and never step on nor bump into each other. the mystery shop/mostro have great days when these two are on the same shift

you guys have fun trying out different kinds of tea bags and seeing which one is more worth it

this is how you discover each others favourite snacks and such. it soon dives into lotions and personal pick-me-up items

yes, you can now make gift baskets for each other

btw he will happily accept anything you don't want anymore. he's nothing if an opportunist and who says no to free stuff?

if given the keys: doesn't accept them until you tell him that you expect him at breakfast tomorrow, then he'll drop by if you're cooking :D

Jack

his room is immaculate how dare you invite him into your dusty dorm its bad for his nose

jkjk he miiight help clean and he'll probably gift a few succulents too so he has an excuse to come back to water them or text yuu (he's a bit awkward but he means well!)

febreeze is banned from ramshackle though, it sent jack into a coma when it invaded his senses

the BEST person to randomly bake at home with aside from epel

especially when having to hand-mix anything because money is tight already and between necessities and an electric mixer, the former wins

and he treats it like his god given duty. all that weight lifting training was for this purpose, to make nice things for his friends

sure, you could ask jack to growl at grim to keep him in line but jack might not appreciate it very much. better strike a bargain beforehand

fell off his bed the first night here because it was too small 😭

jack was apologizing profusely for the scare in the middle of the night but yuu suggested dismantling the bed and rebuilding it with deuces help

jack learned a lot about construction that day and likes the magic hammer creation tool yuu has. it'll come in handy and self-proficiency is very respectable

theres a bunch of workout equipment on the first floor because jack didn't want to make a racket if it were in his guest room on the second floor

on warmer days, yuu will happily join jack on his runs, even if they can't catch up, jack will slow down and make a leisurely jog out of it in consideration for a yuu who's not part of the track team

make this a habit and you'll have the healthiest rivalry that ever existed. im talking pokemon swsh gloria & hop energy

if given the keys: hes making your place a home and by that i mean he drops by with practical gifts and helps you carry your groceries and laundry baskets

Azul

when yuu feels a lil silly, they start telling azul that he owes them 350 madol for his water usage at their dorm

says a bunch of flowery words about your design choices, pays very close attention to everything you show him

slowly you realize azul is suggesting renovations ideas that would work for an industrial state, not a dorm (i see you book 3 azul)

genuinely, however, azul is very passionate about interior design and will gladly hand out tips in exchange for your time at mostro :)

if you want to bother him, say random numbers when azul is trying to calculate his expenses. it will get his attention, i guess

you can egg him into playing board games with you. play your cards right and he won't even notice yuu eating the pieces

out-freak him by laughing like a maniac (secretly learned from him) and he'll temporarily pause his scummy advertisement out of confusion

likes to flex his abilities but will clam up if complimented by yuu

accepts suggestions! the leech twins wring him out dry at times, and in those times, he finds his peculiar human legs at your doorstep. his limbs act separate from his own mind, in and out of the sea

can absolutely tell if yuu steps into his room and sits on his chair when he's away because his room is in a VERY meticulous order

doesn't know what to do with this information but all three of his hearts were fluttery and weightless for a short moment

if hes comfy enough to wear more casual clothes over you better call him the prettiest boy ever

if given the keys: accepts them in the most stoic way possible, trying to keep up his act, but hes like running home and giggling and clicking his feet together its so losercore (perhaps he'll drop by more often just to spend time together, its cozy here)

Jade

bringing a heaping load of word salad

and this is in exchange for being the test subject- i mean taste tester to all his cooking concoctions

whenever jade comes over, you know you're about to have the most insane drama from the campus

he likes to swing by after his hikes because yuu is slightly nicer about it (aka jade wont be downright refused). he comes by with a basket full of his findings and just talks and talks and talks for hours

will NEVER track dirt into the dorm and is quick to clean it if so. if yuu calls him dusty and nasty and icky he might play on a pitiful act and insinuate they are cruel for leaving him to the mercy of the elements

almost double the amount of terrariums in his guest room. will assume most of the responsibility for watering and taking care of his plants, but he asked you to take over for one potted plant

it was a plant yuu and him found together, so they didn't feel too suspicious about it

over time the plant grows and grows beautifully, and that is when jade finally chimes in with a 'thank you for taking care of our plant. i'm glad its spores had minimal to no averse effects to you. such are the perks of a user using no magic'

are you saying that plant could've been HARMFUL??? GET BACK HERE.

such a silly lil guy, loves it when you get to paint your nails together and wear whacky face masks

and because he loves to stir shit up, he's weird as fuck about giving you pedicures

theres a downside to this though because his stomach is growling and you literally have to procure enough food to feed an entire army and jades gonna be a bitch about it and pull a sad face like you're not going to let your guest starve, right?? GET OUT.

if given the keys: buys a diy clay charm kit for yuu to make keychains for your matching keys :D

Floyd

bringing a good time

and usually a new activity! sometimes it's just dance, sometimes it's a diy crocheting project, etcetc

sometimes buys way too much random shit cause he thought it was interesting & now you get to help him find uses for it

he just loves to try new things with yuu

and even though he laughs at your failures, he's also the most encouraging art buddy you can ask for

worst influence on the ghosts, enables them and whoever becomes the poor victim of their pranks has floyd to thank for

he loves to cook but not in the 'lets cook together' way, MOVE out of his way, he likes to cook 'the tasty way' and apparently no one but him knows what that is like

airing out ALL (80%) of jade and azul's dirty laundry. no specific motive. he may regard it as a funny story and share it with you, or he wants to tick them off, or some random thing reminded him of the time he bit off a chunk of jade's tail because he kept whacking him in his sleep. oh, don't worry about that last part, he doesn't bite... hard :))

rifles through anything he finds. he likes looking at your picture frames and digging through the drawers and your desk

makes fun of the mismatched themes going on around your dorm.. ahahahahaa what was the thought process for all of this?? the colours clash so much! please tell him you're actually a shrimpy and can see how these colours can blend harmoniously

drops by randomly to 'request' certain layouts or furniture from yuu for no damn reason. for your sanity, only listen to 10% of them

if given the keys: seemingly always misplacing them but he finds them eventually! prefers to break in when you're home anyways because its boring when its just grim pissing himself silly due to his menacing stare

Kalim

bringing snacks over? no, he's bringing a FEAST over (and a metaphorical party)

for some reason now you have a second room for kalim dedicated to all the shit he leaves behind at ramshackle

he keeps bringing you stuff to decorate your dorm with, some other gifts he thinks you'll like, oh and also hes like a mom helping their child move out bc he's giving you every appliance, snack, and cutlery to exist since you mentioned a lack of them Once

kalim comes back for his stuff but forgets to grab it when he leaves and he also happens to leave more bs behind on this trip

you clear a space for dancing bc he cannot stay still he's so excited to view all your furniture and ask about it

he smells amazing. he says he doesn't use perfume, its simply the scent in scarabia from the bakhoor

never ever ever experience dehydration ever again you will be drinking so much water because kalim talks forever and moves around endlessly just watching him gives you sympathy thirst (and +1000 respect for jamil)

LOVES sleepovers so much. due to how often he shuts the alarm in his sleep, kalim cannot be relied upon to wake up first. so you will have to set that alarm

talks in his sleep. he keeps addressing his uncle and auntie and asking them if they are lonely and that kalim will be their friend. yuu would normally brush it off but its getting concerning when kalim mentions a bunch of different locations and asking to go home and begging to not to be left alone

usually quiets down some when he can cuddle his pillow or grim. makes him feel safer

if given the keys: WHAT ARE BOUNDARIES. hes breaking in as often as he can to do everything and anything under the sun or just to say hi.

Jamil

ace's just dance high score stuck on your console? no problem, call up your bestie jamil and he's gonna clear the entire scoreboard

(jk do not do this, call jamil up to pamper him instead)

you leave a pregnancy pillow in his spare room as a joke but hes never leaving again because he got such good sleep that night he may reassess murdering his classmates that day

its like a breath of fresh air for him because the place is so cozy. no more bright chandeliers, no more high columns, no more gold. dont take it personally if jamil seems lethargic every time he comes over, take it as a compliment because he feels comfy enough here

prepare to be the one to kill bugs before jamil finds them, lest you end up having to rescue him from atop your kitchen island (he wouldn't dare set fire to your dorm)

very happy if you install a big mirror in his guest room because he will use that to dance to his hearts content uninterrupted

finds so much peace in sharpening your DULL ASS kitchen knives oml, no wonder you're having so much trouble with it. here, use this tool, and angle it away from yourself. grim, get off the counter, the shinies are not worth the risk.

but if you find the noise from the sharpening a sensory nightmare, jamil will help you. he likes to wear a very malicious look of evil intent on his face doing so but he's unaware of it (he needs another night with the loopy pillow bc hes relapsed into debating murder again)

unintentionally the funniest person ever when he's going OFF on his classmates to yuu. insults you've never heard of before, comparisons that would wound the most steel hearts. he's not sparing a single soul and that is thanks to yuu's unshakable discretion

if jamil is over often enough, he might start leaving his spare hair care in the bathrooms, which means yuu has the secret to his perfect hair?! (ofc yuu would never use it without permission. they're confused when its just like two hair oils though. jamil was blessed with his namesake at birth, ig)

if given the keys: on the rare occasions he can drop by, he leaves a note informing yuu of his presence and a reminder for an oil change for the lock. one time, you received a pretty package from najima (she brought yuu a nice shawl!)

Vil

its like if a whole flower field grew in your dorm overnight because vil smells SO GOOD

not an overpowering scent, the magic of his presence creates miracles, i dont make the rules

mother hen in which he comes by with so much fruit and random healthy snacks he bought in bulk for pomefiore and sets up a nice little mirror that clashes with the rest of yuu's room because of how ornate it is

also the kind of mom in which he tells you to clean all the time and makes a fuss over a mess on the countertop

crazy dishwasher. once he gets those rubber gloves on he's unstoppable

never lets anyone see him when he's just woken up. he is a literal bog monster. his eyes are crazed, his hair is everywhere, there's drool on his cheek and pillow, he's disoriented and frothing with hate

he's stuck looking chronically pissed or anxious until the process of his morning routine wakes him up properly and he's feeling alive again. everyone will be none the wiser

if yuu breaks in without knocking they'd believe vil had overblotted once more. they had to swear on grim and sign an NDA that they will never mention what they saw in their guest room, but they didn't even care?! they seemed almost relieved to see vil in, his opinion, most atrocious state

it was like vil had a second rook during that conversation, until his rook showed up and joined in on the praises and reassurance, finishing eerily that he would strike down the ones who know vil's secret upon his request

luckily it never got to that part, but yuu had a stronger comradery with vil moving forward

if given the keys: grim will never know a day of peace because if vil catches him unbrushed with his nails not trimmed, he's getting a full grooming and a lecture about proper maintenance to both grim AND yuu. but mostly grim. (listen, you tried, but grim likes to sink his claws into you when the clippers come out and they hurt)

Rook

prepare to snap your fingers because every word that exits this man's mouth can be considered slam poetry

he's like a crow in a sense that you find a variety of trinkets on your windowsil accompanied by a nice note about why it reminded rook of yuu and (sometimes) how he acquired it

yuu's room is on the third floor

the ghosts are mixed about him. some of them dote on rook and some of them think him peculiar, but have no issues yet, and some seem to always have important errands to do when he's over

yuu's learned about his stalker collection album. thats basically his biggest secret if you ask rook, so he's no longer shy about it in ramshackle. he looks way too happy to not have to cover his wallpaper that yuu swallowed their request upon seeing his smile

would rejoice if you'd be open to be a model/muse for him. he has many words and various sketches to be made! (yuu's only condition was no pictures because rook once took a close up of their ear and that was enough for them)

yuu hangs his sketches & poems up on their fridge to rook's embarrassment

rook was ecstatic to see yuu took an interest in archery, saying it will help them hone their picture taking accuracy and physical strength

yuu has a long way to go before they have the strength to draw rooks bow though.. they felt that attempt for days

also someone whos down for spontaneity as much as hes down for an itinerary. sometimes he does have to tone down his personality and interests but since yuu's seen basically everything he really really shines!

and um... since you know his deepest darkest secrets, it's only natural that rook knows your routine down to the tiniest detail. no, you never told him anything, but thats just the devotion of his gratitude!

match his freak by rambling about your interests. he'll be so so so invested

hes a boy filled with love for others and loves love, and his musings really do touch the heart. he helps yuu see the beauty and whimsy in the world they so mysteriously landed upon

if given the keys: this was a request for him to use the door instead of climbing up the windows

Epel

sebek complained about his skin being dry like one time and epel was already on it. all that personal care he received from vil did enter his head and now he's using the knowledge

next first year sleepover, they had a self care night, face masks, little bath robes, the whole shebang

epel's face roller was a personal favourite that night

yuu gave epel permission to raid their closet and it was such a dream for epel. your closet is full of different aesthetics and epel truly sees how yuu's personality perfectly matches each of the pieces

(with permission) borrows a few pieces or accessories to casually wear. as long as they're put together with care, vil has no complaints about it

grateful that yuu is patient with his speaking pace when hes leaned back into his accent, and for my multilingual yuus, he will share the same in kind

if not multilingual, its a lawless land for yuu and epel to learn how to speak in different accents and switch them up mid-convo

you'll never have a shortage of apple juice or homemade pies ever again bc epels family ships their juice to the dorm and epel knows the recipe so the first years make pies every few months

epel will sometimes use speaker phone or invite you to his family conversations, because more is always better!

it gets to the point where sometimes grandma marja calls epel just to talk to yuu and dote on grim.. haha.. let the turf wars begin

if given the keys: (if alone) barges in with no ceremony just to cause a ruckus because yuu is literally shouting epel's name with glee when he comes by. grim is so tired of those two

Idia

green flag in which he understands and respect boundaries so much

mobility accommodations are ready to be deployed before you have time to think about it

prints labels for you guys to put ur name on all of your stuff if it makes it easier for you to organize

most polite roomie you'll have he puts everything back where he found it (more for fear of getting in trouble than out of the goodness of his heart)

he even implements fun little signs on the doorknobs of each room that you can flip if you're open to company or want to be left alone. y'know, like a hotel

you'll always have the most updated version of your games on the console the shroud brothers gave you

and ofc because yuu is nice they let idia have his personal controller in the guest room that he decorated himself

y'all set up a nice little quiet space filled with fairy lights and books and a blanket roof for soul recovery

catching idia in-person at all is a cryptid sighting but if you do and he's humming and singing little songs to himself, it means he's feeling comfortable in your space. good job!

the chore/to-do list is categorized into quests and related equipment, which really helps the daunting task feel more exciting

life is so much more whimsical pretending their scary situation is an rpg. but seriously, yuu has some serious facial blindness, what do you mean you can't recognize your own classmates? why are you referring to them like 'scarabia student B'? he has a name!! yuus got idia stressed

for your own sake, do not enable idia when he talks about (styx's) showering machines

if given the keys: he might not ever use them to enter your dorm alone out of respect for you but he guards them with his life and know that if its ever an emergency, idia is the best person you could've left your spare key with (yes he will help you delete your browsing history and destroy your phone if you die)

Ortho

always making infrastructure and renovation suggestions because he forgets he's not talking to idia, who can DIY whatever he wants

and most people do not have the coins to spare when it comes to renovation

he's trying to yuu help out because he's scanned the level of dust in this dorm, and it certainly has long-term harmful effects

totally okay with you trying out new stickers on him, just dont stick them over his cooling fans and heat vents

you're free to play dress-up with him as long as it's traded off and idia gets to pet, brush, or dress up grim himself (he'll go as a reward or a punishment depending on yuu's mood that day)

fascinated by hair and coloured contacts and jewelry, and the concept of painting nails. rip ortho you would've loved barbie

at least no one has to worry about forgetting something someone has said bc ortho is ALWAYS recording. useful function or blackmail material? it's up for debate

don't try to give him paper and crayons if hes bored bc he'll take requests & be an art generator and now sebek is lecturing ortho about the importance of creativity and art (AS HE SHOULD)

if he catches grim or yuu complaining about the fear of the dark or spiders or anything, he'll take it upon himself to be a fearsome guard dog aka you're going to be handed a cosmically charged spider killer (it might also kill more than spiders.. like walls, and animals, and small children.. maybe mildly burn a bird-brained adult if yuu feels inclined to test it)

is SOOOO happy to be the voice recording for yuu's alarm clock. he has so many morning greeting lines recorded in there and he's very proud that grim likes it (probably the most gentle wake up calls he gets apart from yours)

if given the keys: he will show up with cleaning equipment attached, and start vacuuming like your own personal little roomba

Malleus

did someone order an extra tall yappucino?

by having malleus over, by proxy, the rest of the diasomnifam will be over too

unintentionally is setting fae traps around the place. just uh, dont walk up any new staircases in ramshackle

the ghosts kindly remind yuu to cover their mirrors at night, but if the covers fall off, malleus will help out :)

almost daily, the soppy wet fairy knocks up on your door. he smells like dirt and outside

if you ever wonder how its like to wake up to a sleep paralysis demon, mal will give you a demo because you'll wake up in the middle of the night to these glowing green eyes outside your window all cause he wanted to show you a cool rock he found

yuu will close the window blinds from time to time and will only accept if malleus knocks on the door like a regular person

speaks in riddles, you can't tell if he's subtly threatening you, thinks ur funny, warning you, or complimenting you

also his laughter scares the ghosts in ramshackle and they go into hiding. rip yuu's moral support

wanted to make pottery with yuu but they don't have a wheel so malleus pulled up with knives and logs

LOOOVES woodcrafting but you better hound his ass bc theres no way you can afford the repair if he accidentally breaks your shit bc he can't tell a pinch from a punch

his room in here will never be decorated. he'd appreciate if yuu gave him the most dusty, decrepit ass room too and he'll sit there in silence looking at the cobwebs and cracks and inhaling mold & write poetry about it. he cant wait to tell you about his reflections on age, beauty, and time

and since mal likes that room so much, yuu will leave it alone. besides, the outside of ramshackle is cursed to never grow grass or trees or anything so if malleus is tired of the room he has the entire eerie dorm ground to explore

if given the keys: you're giving him access to your home, which = a permanent invite over, which means you are 1. married, congrats and 2. will be asked all the time if you'll accept his blessings. user discretion is advised

Lilia

WHEREVER LILIA GOES, HIS SONS FOLLOW

fuck it, free music

every word is a trigger for a song. you don't know whether you want a room with better acoustics or a soundproof dorm by the time he's done

if you have ANY ailment whatsoever, lilia knows so much random ass traditional remedies, sometimes they seem unconventional, but you'll be feeling so powered up after

most receptive to playing a bit. grim wants to snitch on yuu for waterboarding him (he was splashed with a little bit of water), then lilia will play along and be like shame on you, you have to look after your dorm students

sleepovers look like.. reenacting entire musicals together! you guys swap roles halfway through and also the ghosts came by to be ensemble and that one light that constantly flickers is finally useful for this performance!

lilia is one of the best gossip buddies to ever have he's so reactive but the caveat is that he's incredibly perceptive and can absolutely detect denial

his stuff is EVERYWHERE. if you enter his room you cannot see the floor. random trinkets are in his drawers, empty containers everywhere for him to put more trinkets inside (forgets about them and only accumulates more containers), and ESPECIALLY sensitive documents misplaced and his student ID was lost underneath his ramshackle bed for MONTHS

he's confident that his things are safe here, but please lilia, yuu does not want to be responsible for princess meleanor's mourning locket

request with your life that if he wants to bring snacks over, have them store-bought 'in case of allergies'. your stomach will thank you

you might start getting a weird compelling feeling to open the door in the middle of the night... but it's just lilia on the other side, no need to worry!! .. i think

if given the keys: he will never use them. only if you or the ghosts invite him inside, will he visit. those keys are a symbol of your friendship and he'll happily give yuu health & prosperity blessings upon their request (don't know why they want to bless their study materials, but wtv!)

Silver

at some point, the birds & squirrels will start visiting your home and leaving random trinkets and nice leaves

out of their own volition or at silver's request? who knows

either way, a bird feeder will be set up on one of ramshackle's trees due to his frequent visits

sometimes yuu gets jumpscared because theres some random man passed out on the porch but then they realize its a pretty boy and that pretty boy is their classmate

brings oranges and other assorted fruit for you because he cares about your vitamin intake <3

but then he keeps bringing gift baskets EVERY time yuu invites him over (courtesy gifts, of course!) they're nice, but his company is the most precious gift they'll get :D

very kind, greets every ghost there, holds open doors and fetches your things for you, tries to take interest in the things you're interested in, and constantly gives a heads-up if he catches himself dozing off (sometimes he'll make this known when its too late, his head loudly 'thunk'ing on whatever surface he's on. he's quite the durable one..)

having a conversation with him is so head reeling you cannot tell WHAT he is going to say. it starts with sweet stories about how him and sebek go to the dentist together, to him revealing his uses the suds from his shampoo to wash his entire body, to how he wrestled a bear and tended to his crops for a whole season until his father came back

truly a fever dream of a character for a yuu that doesn't know the connection between the vanrouges

grim complained ONE TIME about the lack of heating and now silver is chopping down firewood and teaching yuu about survival and now hes talking about emergency water sources and hypothermia and its so damn graphic you'll think these are personal anecdotes or something...

if given the keys: he guards these with his life. it is a precious artifact to him. he doesn't invite himself into your home but will only do so if you ask him to fetch something for you

Sebek

tiniest kitten sneeze you could ever possibly imagine and hes SOOO embarrassed by it.

the first years hear it for the first time and they're all like DAMNNN. sebek blames the dusty musty building

god forbid you get sick ONE time because if sebek gets ear of this AND has the keys to your dorm, he's delivering nutrient-rich foods to your door every day

and this is only because lord malleus would be extremely inconvenienced if you passed, so stay healthy, goddammit >:(

his housewarming gift to you is a picture frame to hang on your wall. a very grandiose one. a portrait of malleus hangs in it, but you could change it with a max of like four objections from sebek

yuu can be trusted with knowing sebek can't drink black coffee bc they're not a blabbermouth like azul

grim and sebek are (slightly) placated by having book club debates. illiterate v well-read battle of wits

they help tire the other out and competing with sebek really does help grim step up his study game. good for yuu!

sebek let yuu borrow his books about briar valley since they showed some curiosity, and in turn, yuu gifts him many books that he will annotate and give back. he was v emotional about the 'villain' being framed since she was born differently. he did absolutely think the crashout was justified because he would also lose it if a bunch of humans rallied on him for being green

triple checking the safety of all yuu's furniture and is outraged that the stairs 'have a tendency' to collapse. he had a lot of say about this but ig it can be roughly translated to 'you can stay in diasomnia', but if anyone asks, sebek did NOT invite you. you simply happened upon the doorstep and he had enough of a heart to take yuu in.

if given the keys: if you had to hear the national anthem at your school every morning, this is what happens. dutifully visits yuu to assure they are presentable and on time, just think about the message you're sending!

Bonus: Crowley

knocking on the door is for show. he doesnt wait for an answer because he comes in anyway

comes in every once in a while to complain about his 'paperwork', his coworkers, the students, ambrose, and then sulk for comfort

"My hatchlings are all so violent! It's so hard being the headmaster with no support. if only there were a student who could invite their lovely headmaster out for some good old bonding time-"

"Can I have a stove ventilator please?"

"Oh would you look at the time, I have a meeting!"

never stays long enough to be forced to use the cold water, or get stuck in one of the rooms due to the broken doors, or fall through the staircase because of one worn-down plank (AGAIN)

oh yeah he has the audacity to remark that ur dorm is dusty too

once drank from the bird bath. it was photographed on the ghost camera. yuu got their stove ventilator that day for their silence

if given the keys: happiest person on the planet. his (kidnapped) child wants to spend time with him :DDD takes it as an invitation to barge in to spoil grim with treats and have dinner together when they can (crowley already has the keys, but this is special to him)

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snivyartjpeg · 1 year ago

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last time i did a PMD au, so now it's time for a pokemon au!

more lore under the cut:

yuma and makoto are kinda like the subway bosses - a challenging post-game double battle duo. yuma's pokemon focus on status moves and support while makoto's are sweepers. they compliment each other perfectly

mimikyu used to mimic pikachu, but after befriending yuma's pikachu, it has decided instead to take creative liberties with its disguise

yuma and makoto's team on the doodle page are not battlers. theyre just pokemon that chill with them

yakou is a retired professor! the stoutland actually used to be a lillipup belonging to his wife.

tatsugiri is known for hiding from danger inside dondozo and plotting from within. yakou felt a little solidarity with the guy and brought him into an extra sturdy "dondozo" (submarine)

for protection, yakou gifts yuma a pichu when he first enters the NDA. eevee was already yuma's (or, well, no.1's) partner because im basically borrowing the idea from pixelatedraindrops's au, but it isnt much of a battler (yet)

halara is the strongest trainer of the bunch and takes competitive battling seriously. just like them, their xatu can see into the past with perfect clarity by covering the eye that sees into the future.

yes they're still allergic to cats. alolan persian is simply worth it. just look at em! this was also inspired by loremaster's pokemon au bc alolan persian is such a good pick for halara's favorite

fubuki's celebi isn't technically hers- it's a longtime friend of the clockford family that was sent to look after her

she has a frosmoth bc her name means Blizzard! also that moth looks like it owns gucci. she has a delphox because she's a huge JRPG fan, and i think she'd love the mage class. only second to the hero!

yomi's malamar and gengar join in on the fun whenever he's torturing prisoners, but his houndoom sometimes seems sad about it.

vivia doesnt put effort into catching pokemon. he just tends to... attract them... whether he likes it or not

shinigami is an actual duskull, but in the labyrinths she turns into her humanoid form.

desuhiko seems to have a pawmot and nothing else? how does he get around during investigations so fast?

#rain code #mdarc #master detective archives: rain code #raincode #yuma kokohead #makoto kagutsuchi #halara nightmare #yakou furio #fubuki clockford #vivia twilight #yomi hellsmile #desuhiko thunderbolt #makoyuma #pokemon #rain code spoilers #mdarc spoilers #raincode spoilers #master detectives archives: rain code spoilers #sorry im not tagging all them pokemon

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himbopunk · 4 months ago

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voiceclaims origins | da2 | inquisition

FINALLY FINISHED MY VEILGUARD GUYS augh. my two rooks and my 3 au'd ocs... theyre all kind of. more involved than prev game ocs cuz theyre oc ports and not necessarily made For datv but eh.

unlike the others i gave temmie, yuvan, and mav the classes that made sense for them regardless of what game they're from (whereas cetus and freddy both have classes limited to their games. arguably freddy shouldnt cuz companions had unique subclasses in da2 but whatever). temmie gets bard from dao cuz i mean obviously, yuvan gets shadow which is in dao and da2 (albeit with more magic flavor than usual), mav is the only one with a unique subclass because i basically just have it named after their demon the same way anders' is 'vengeance' in da2.

also the grammar for the demonym for the anderfels still gets me. i think bc anders was named for it i always just wanna add the s but i don't think that's technically correct

i've talked about all these freaks plenty by now though so there u go.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 year ago

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AITA for pretending to be sick in order to skip school even though I'm making my parents worried?

(I'm submitting this on a Monday. fuck Mondays btw.)

I (15M) am the only child of both of my parents (42F, 44M) and even though I love them and they love me, I feel like they don't really get me. since I was like 12 or so I started getting bullied by my classmates bc, essentially, I have "childish" interests (I like Adventure Time and video-games. my classmates need to realize we're technically still kids, but nooo they're not teenagers they're "Young Adults" and "Too Cool" to like anything remotely childish) and whenever I've tried to tell my parents that I'm experiencing bullying, they somehow end up thinking that I just don't want to go to school bc I'm lazy. I know being a parent is probably not easy but. what the fuck.

from my own experience I've noticed male and female bullies use different methods - guys hit me and use brute force against me while girls say hurtful things to me. one of the guys who bullies me, let's call him DH which stands for Dickhead (15M), is also extremely popular for some reason. he's very tall, very strong and he always uses that against me (I'm almost as tall as DH but I'm just lanky). he bullies anyone who is "beneath him" lol everybody bow down to the king of the fucking world.

today DH was making a scene at recess bc his girlfriend (15F) was wearing a skirt that was too short according to him. he was so mad at her that people were starting to form a circle around them. since DH is so popular people really respect his gf but they clearly respect him more bc today no one tried to help her. I don't respect DH, because he's a dickhead, so I stepped in and said something like "c'mon man what the hell, there's no need to humiliate your girlfriend like this, leave her alone". DH was pissed. he heatedly said that just because no girl will ever want to date me, that doesn't give me the right to tell other guys how to handle their relationships and their girlfriends. he got rlly mad and clearly he wanted to hit me so I ran like hell and proceeded to hide from him for the rest of recess. I felt like a little bitch tbh. DH always makes me feel like a little bitch.

before classes started again his gf found me and talked to me for like 5 minutes. she said I don't know DH like she does and that he's actually a really good boyfriend (HA, sure) and that I would be more liked and popular if I wanted to be, but it's "not normal" that I watch Adventure Time at 15. she also told me that DH intends to beat the shit out of me tomorrow. he said he'll "kill me" and ngl he has the physical strength to do so. this made me shit my fucking pants so today as soon as I got home I decided to pretend I was sick since I can be pretty good at acting. I told my parents I had a headache, I started fake-coughing, I said I felt really tired. I even managed to look pale on purpose by thinking of how fucking scared I was of DH and what he might do to me, and I raised the temperature of the thermometer by rubbing it against the fabric of my sweatshirt.

apparently I was so convincing that my parents agreed to let me skip class tomorrow and they even said I can skip it for the rest of the week if I don't improve (tbh I think I won't "improve" if you know what I mean) and I could see they were worried. this is the reason why I feel like an asshole. at the end of the day I'm making my parents worried, I'm lying about my health and I feel kinda guilty. but I'm too scared, and if I tell them the truth they'll just tell me to "man up" or they'll think once again that I'm just too lazy to want to attend school.

anyway. Adventure Time rocks 🤘🏻

#aita #am i the asshole

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almostempty · 5 months ago

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get to know your moots

thanks for the tag @yxtkiwiyxt, i can never resist a classic myspace about me bulletin survey throwback bc i yearn for the days of agonizing over finding the perfect profile song

what's the origin of your blog title?: it's too much pressure to create a witty name, i've used such gripping online usernames as waterbottle, casual-stapler, oldfruit, etc..

favorite fandoms: this is all i participate in actively! but i do enjoy being exposed to other fandoms through y'all here and there

OTP(s) + shipname: i just want all of the various fictional ppcu characters for me

favorite color: black n yellow 🖤💛

favorite game: nothing recently, but i enjoy zelda games, rdr2, elden ring, and roller coaster tycoon (1999)

song stuck in your head: listening to Sativa - Jhené Aiko, Swae Lee currently

weirdest habit/trait?: dissociating in car (parked)

hobbies: reading, writing, finding new/old music, making myself laugh over silly memes, swimming, solo adventures, people watching, going to da movies, etc.

if you work, what's your profession?: drug and alcohol counseling and juvenile justice advocacy

if you could have any job you wish what would it be?: obligatory i do not dream of labor, but like @yxtkiwiyxt, for my next trick i'd like to be a digital nomad somehow

something you're good at: i have a good picker for friends, i'm occasionally funny, dogs like me

something you're bad at: being concise, perception/management of time in any manner and remembering

something you love: music, all day, every day, non stop

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: various rants about capitalism (i'm fun), movies i haven't seen but feel like i could accurately guess the plot of, my fav cursed double features

something you hate: my poor perception of time and memory issues, executive dysfunction, facing my demons aka doing IFS work in therapy

something you collect: concert vids, i think i'm the only one that rewatches them?, books, nearly dead peach ice Lost Mary's

something you forget: plans, texts, objects and people not in my line of sight, if a memory real or a dream/idea, if i've already told you the story i'm halfway through (but i still think it's funny so i intend on finishing it either way)

what's your love language?: i know it's an innocent question, but i have mad beef with the author of the book about love languages and the christian gender roles perpetuated in the book and lack of empirical research around the concepts, and the creator's homophobia, but i digress (i told y'all i'm fun)

favorite movie/show: some movies: office space, SLC punk, eternal sunshine, the thing, drive, bottoms; don't make me pick shows rn

favorite food: been unable to stop getting nachos and the poblano crema from the taqueria on my block for the last ~6 weeks

favorite animal: big time animal lover here, shout out to my dogs!! i can't choose a fav otherwise

are you musical?: i can play a couple instruments, i wish i could sing

what were you like as a child?: a pleasure to have in class

favorite subject at school?: art, but i pursued science

least favorite subject?: i never took chemistry because everyone complained about how hard it was and i figured out you didn't need it to graduate, but i suppose technically i didn't take it so can't confirm

what's your best character trait?: adaptability (i just took an updated personality test lmao to help me figure one out)

what's your worst character trait?: perfectionist (not with editing heheh)

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be?: a few interpersonal interactions

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet?: maybe an artist from the 27 club, just to see them perform

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!):

two completed longfics i enjoyed <3, best kept secret- enemies to lovers/bodyguard din by luckbealincoln on ao3, vampire waltz - idiots in love/ max phillips by absurdthirst, wardenparker on ao3

obligatory free memes if u made it this far

tags, but no pressure: @auteurdelabre @gothcsz @lovely-vamp-princess

@slimybeth69 @swankyorange @syd-djarin @itwasntimethatdidit40 @probablyreadinsmut @thundermartini @ace-turned-confused

@persephone-girl @thischarmingmandalorian @pinkypromisepascal

@hoelaris @lilac-boo if u read this and i didn't tag you, tell me all ur secrets and tag me anyway <3

#tag games #tell me ur secrets and be my friend

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alexxncl · 1 year ago

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‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 40 SPOILERS‼️

the end of an era (season 2)

normal and hard spoilers

oh baby :(

see every time i remember how sheltered diavolo is it makes me hate his father that much more. he grew up with everything in the world, but practically nobody to share it with.

diavolo had to have been smart enough to have caught onto the reason behind mephisto's attachment to him at an early age. he might be dense, but he's not stupid. even if he and mephisto did end up becoming really good friends, diavolo knew early on that their proximity was for business and royalty purposes only, and that friendship and a genuine relationship was second to their professional relationship

i feel like this is why he initially thought of the brothers as treasures in regard to status rather than as people, and the mindset shifted to seeing them as treasures in regards to the relationship he formed with them. he wanted genuine connection, but forming a professional connection before a genuine relationship was so deeply ingrained in him that he defaulted to it without even realizing it

...he can't be fucking serious

GET HIM OUT I BEG

he would've done this regardless of the option we picked during the angel's trial i hate it here...can't he take a class or smth instead of experimenting on us

i'm gonna kill him /j

i'm a whore in the game so i technically date everyone at once. but why does he NEVER say i love you back ????? not even in the first game ????????

like ok you're a time demon who shouldn't get attached to anyone and you choose to stay unattached bc you'll lose everyone anyways blah blah blah but at least indulge me a little bit 💔

SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY I LOVE THEM

i feel like they know this is their last goodbye yk? obviously barbatos does, but this feels very, very final on their part. maybe it's a different version the feeling they have when they go into mc's room, like they can feel mc being pulled away from them physically

what if the end of the lesson or the story in the hard part of the lesson is them portalling back to their timeline and the brothers getting a glimpse of their alternate selves? and then everything clicking into place after mc leaves?

the fact that simeon has as many doubts about his father's intentions as lucifer and his brothers did really solidifies my belief that he wanted to, in the worst case, fall with the brothers. and if he didn't fall, he'd at least have begged for answers as much as lucifer did before the war. he was demoted after the war for helping the brothers in canon, and i feel like he still beats himself up about it because of the side he chose. him and raphael both, but raphael is better at hiding it

(i have a whole post about simeon and michael before the war here)

i've said this about a million times but...

the brothers ever 🫶🏽

they're such shitheads but also extremely concerned i love their dynamic sm

SEE I TOLD YOU ‼️ HE MASKS HIS FEAR WITH ANGER (even though i'm pretty sure this was confirmed in canon in the og game and in nb s1)

him admitting that he was scared though? putting his pride aside and actually talking about his feelings for once? this is proof of how much he trusts mc, how much he loves and cares for them, even if he can't explain why the feelings he holds for them are so strong

it also shows that he's thankful to have someone who will care about and protect his brothers as much as he does, and some of the weight of the "oldest brother" mantle has been lifted. it allows him to be vulnerable and at least a little more carefree, which is why he's seen joking and laughing with his brothers so much more often in the later lessons in comparison to season 1 and early season 2

i feel like i'm SUPOOSED to reach bc why would he phrase it like that ??? i don't think he knows...but he's really intuitive

or maybe this was a way of the devs using him to unofficially-officially send us off and into our original timeline. idk. i'm reaching but they made me

THEY DID NOT

oh i'm really gonna cry...they took what we wrote in season 1 and showed it to the boys

i COMPLETELY forgot we even did this 😭 god i'm gonna cry i love this game sm

I KNEW NO TIME PASSED THANK GODDDDDD

i don't think i'd be able to handle it if the same amount of time passed across realms

i also think this is why they emphasized "time soup" so heavily, you can be put anywhere at any time as if nothing had changed

...i can't believe it's over

...for now at least

well time to read the HDD story and catch up on devilgram

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fandom-monium · 2 years ago

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Sweet Poison - Part 5

Summary: In which you avoid Zagreus, until one day you can't. "What can I say? The life of a demon is a hard one."

WC: 2.4k

TW: Zagreus (Hades Video game) x Succubus!Reader, GN!Reader, a succubus AND an artist bc sex is just work and food, au where in game Zag commissions the paintings using gems, what if boons actually affected Zagreus, slow build, strangers to friends to lovers trope, sex work, fluff, fluff and humor, mutual pining, idiots in love, mild angst, pheromones (technically it’s succubi magic aura), Zagreus is at least 6 ft convince me otherwise, eventual smut, MINOR descriptions of blood and injuries. Physical touch, affection. Just Zagreus being soft and doting and kind to you this chap

Damn her, damn her, damn her, damn—

Teeth clenched, your vision swims as you grip the rim of the basin for balance, washing off the blood as red drops swirl and mix like watercolor paints before the water clears again. It’s days like this where you wish you can get stronger, more powerful, but there’s a limit to everyone’s full potential, and unfortunately you met yours a long time ago.

Still, it’d be nice.

Contrary to popular belief, succubi can be vicious warriors, they’re simply in their own class. Their abilities, their magic, while never measuring up to gods, could ruin an army in a master’s hand, but it has its limits. Especially amongst demonkind.

As the water calms, you grind your teeth at the sight of your reflection, assessing the damage. Blood and darkness, that’s going to bruise, that one’s definitely going to scar, and you curse the universe because your job’s about to get that much harder now that you may have to use a glamor. Oh, you swear next time you get your hands on her, you’ll—

A resounding rumble quakes the room.

Your chamber door.

You curse. But you're sluggish from the blood loss, and before you can hurl yourself out the balcony, Zagreus steps in without his usual greeting, panting and laurels slightly askew, like he rushed in knowing you’re here. Wild eyes dart to every corner of the chamber, as if he half-expects you to be hiding, until they fall on you, embarrassingly hunched over your healing fountain.

One glance at your battered face, he’s beside you in a flash.

"Zag—”

“What happened?” His tone is surprisingly strained as his hands, clean of blood and gore, reach for you. Then something flickers across his face that makes him hover, his eyes—red and green and wide—taking in your new wounds with horror.

If only you had the energy to cower, shield your bruised face. He’s the last person you want to see right now, and your vision blurs, hating how he of all people is seeing you like this—broken, imperfect.

“I’m fine, Zagreus,” You croak, your voice quiet as you swallow your insecurity like bile. A poor attempt to put some distance between you, you try to step aside, but your knees buckle, and before you know it, you crumple like a house of cards.

Of course, Zagreus catches you—asshole—strong, lean arms gentle as he hugs you to his chest, holding you up as if you’re the most precious of gems. Hate how quick you are to relax in his hold, clay in his hands. Blood and darkness, it’s so easy, so quick, so… right.

You squirm against him, but his grip tightens slightly, mindful of your injuries.

“Sure you are,” Zagreus snorts, though he gazes down at you so soft and sweet you want to shout, wondering if he tastes the same. “Come on, I’ll patch you up.”

Unable to protest, you let him carry you like a rag doll, limp in his hands before he gently props you up on the lounge chair. You lean against the back with a groan. “Really, I'm—”

“'Fine', yes, you’ve said that,” Already, he’s rummaging through your cupboards, at least the ones he knows aren’t filled with art supplies. “Do you have bandages?”

“… Second last cabinet on your left.”

Without a word, he walks through your chamber with self assurance, maneuvering around your easel and stepping over splayed out canvas as they finish drying, careful where to leave his burning footprints. He finds what he’s looking for easily enough, a moment later pulling up a chair and plopping down in front of you. His hands are methodical as he lays everything out; two bowls of water, a small cloth, and the saddest little first aid kit.

In your defense, you hardly end up like this.

You watch his hands as he dips the towel in the water then wrings it out, before gently dragging it across your exposed arms. You flinch as he begins wiping off the grime.

“I know,” His tone is soft, terribly understanding as he continues. “Give it a minute, you’ll feel much better soon.”

You want to snort, snap at him that you’re fully aware of how it works, but the cool sting of water, the mild burn from the open gashes and cuts along your skin, is quick to clench your jaw shut. Pain ebbs across your body, and you watch him speechless, the rhythm he follows, painfully gentle as he drags the cloth across your skin, careful not to aggravate your wounds. Clean water, wring out, wipe, rinse, repeat; he even goes out of his way to change the water, and the relief that comes after would make you sink into the couch, if not for Zagreus's silence.

He's yet to say a word since he entered. He'd asked you already, yes, but you take him for someone who doesn't give up that easily. You expected more of a fight. Now, you're not so sure.

"Zagreus, I… I—" It's hoarse, hardly above a whisper, but it's a start.

You feel him pause before choosing to lay into your newfound cowardice like a wet blanket, avoiding his eyes. Who knows what you'll do if you meet his gaze.

Sensing your hesitation, Zagreus clears his throat, "Perhaps you should save your energy. We can chat when you're healed."

You shake your head, though it only makes the room spin. "No, I need to tell you this now. Before..."

"Before what? You start avoiding me again?" He resumes, wrapping gauze around your forearm, his touch ghosting your skin as he holds your arm out. There’s no malice or respite in his tone, soft and withdrawn as it comes, but you wince. If anything, it’s bittersweet, with an acceptance he long held before he approached your chamber, and it leaves your heart clenching. You don't know how to respond. Are you that obvious?

"(Your Name)... did I do something wrong?"

You blink, whirling to face him.

Zagreus bites his lip, emotions he can’t fathom threatening to spill out of him. That's always been his flaw, according to Father. He's attuned to his emotions, more than Nyx, Father, literally any of the chthonic gods. He stares as his hands tremble, attempting to knot the bandage. "Because if I did, please just tell me what it is so I can make things right between us."

"No-no, you've done nothing wrong," You assure him, sitting up through the pain even when Zagreus protests. When he raises a brow at your answer, you rush to add, "I swear! I've been busy with... work." Technically, this isn’t a lie.

"... 'Busy'. Is that how you got these?" Zagreus holds out your mangled arm by your hand, flicking his eyes over your body in the way you hate most. You'd take aura-induced desire over this: pity, disgust.

You wrench your arm away, cradling it in your lap and shrugging. "What can I say? The life of a demon is a hard one."

"(Your Name), who did this?"

You freeze. Nerves go haywire, and you squirm under his piercing gaze, burning through you as you contemplate lying to him, but you know better. At this point, you know each other too well, and—blood and darkness—he'll see right through you. There’s a defeated sigh, then a quiet, "Alecto."

Zagreus's eyes darken, but you wave him off. "Don't worry. In her defense, I kind of deserved it."

Zagreus sputters, taken aback, staring at you as if you offended him. "'Don't worry'? Don't—how can you say that? First I've seen you in days, and you're—" A sharp intake of breath, and he clenches his jaw so hard you're surprised it doesn't break.

"It's not a big deal. I disobeyed direct orders, and..." You trail off, thinking back.

Since meeting Zagreus, seeds of doubt sprout in your chest, in your lungs, suffocating you as you question the system you’ve worked under for so long. You’ve never questioned who you are and what you do, not to say you love your job, but it’s your life. Yet who’s to say there aren't poor souls sentenced to the wrong level? Genuine and kind, noble and passionate—people who don't deserve eternal damnation.

The possibility of your victims being innocent and undeserving makes you want to hurl, tortured shrieks and endless tears flashing across your memory and echoing in your ears. Your stomach clenches just thinking about it.

"(Your Name), I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Zagreus starts, mouth opening and closing like he can't find the words, his breaths coming quick and ragged. He just stares at you, eyes gleaming with an emotion you can't quite place—as if your virtuous act breaks his heart, crushes his soul. Then he blinks, and it's gone, shaking his stupor. “This is my fault…”

You raise an eyebrow, “How is this your fault?”

“I… I just… you shouldn’t have…” You frown as Zagreus struggles, brow furrowed, clearly pained as he thinks over his answer, like whatever he says next determines your fates. Seeming to think better of it, he shakes his head and brings your hand to his lips, and you flush, your heart skipping as his lips graze over the bandages, warmth seeping through the material and into your wounds like a healing salve. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” He rasps between each kiss, trailing up the back of your hand and up your forearm, like they’ll heal the wounds faster. Like this is the best he can do, like this is all he can do. Not that you plan to stop him.

Your face burns, but you let him apologize, though you’re not sure what for as he stops before your shoulder. At some point, he slotted himself between your thighs, and now face to face, he studies your cuts and bruises, already fading away as his eyes, soft and glistening, flick over your features. Like he’s debating if his kisses will help them heal faster too.

Gods, if he brings those lips anywhere near your face, you might combust.

You meet his gaze, “What—”

“I lied.”

It comes as a whisper, his voice dry and low that you tilt your head, urging him to continue.

“I’m not some mortal soul, dredging their way through Tartarus,” Zagreus grinds out, scanning your face as if committing you to memory one last time. Then he sits back and stares at the floor, still gripping your hand as he rubs circles over the bandage. “I mean, it’s true I intend to escape the Underworld.”

“Zagreus—”

“And yes, I’m searching for my mother—”

“Zag—”

“But I’m really—”

“My prince.”

He flinches, his eyes shooting up to meet yours. “What?”

“None of this is your fault, my prince. With or without your influence, I’d have done the same thing anyway.” He gapes at you and you smirk, using the little strength you’ve recovered to squeeze his hand reassuringly, “Or would you rather I address you as Your Highness instead?”

Zagreus shakes his head, black hair flopping out of his shocked face. “I don’t understand. You knew?”

“For a bit now, yes,” You shrug as you turn his hand over, large and calloused in yours, swiping a thumb over one of his healed blisters, probably from gripping his weapons. “Took me a while to figure it out, but I can’t say I was surprised. It explained some of your funny behavior.”

He scoffs, the corners of his lips twitching slightly, “What sort of funny behavior?”

“Pretend all you like, but you can’t suppress those noble habits,” You chuckle, eyes crinkling seeing him cheer up. “All your mannerisms screamed ‘royal’, I just didn’t realize we were talking Underworld royalty.”

“Seriously?” Zagreus gazes at you in disbelief. “I thought I did a pretty good job acting—”

“Like a commoner?”

“Like a mortal,” He shoots you a pointed look, and you snort, relaxing into the love seat.

“You were okay.” You purse your lips, “While we’re on the subject of identity reveals, you should know I’m—”

“A succubus?”

You blink before pouting, snatching your hand away to cross your arms over your chest. “You only say that because I was about to tell you…”

“Not true,” Zagreus grins, leaning over to give your thigh an affectionate squeeze. “I knew from the beginning. Succubi magic doesn't affect gods, but that doesn’t mean I can’t feel it.”

“And you still stayed? Knowing what I am and what I do?”

“And you still treated me as any other friend, knowing who I am?”

“That’s not the same, and you know it.”

“I disagree,” He coaxes your hands into his, prompting you to meet his gaze as his expression shifts into something more earnest. “We both tried—and failed miserably—to hide a huge part of ourselves in fear of what we’d think of each other, am I wrong?”

You shake your head.

“Exactly. (Your Name), I hope you know not once did I think any less of you for your work, much less your species.”

You respond in kind, “And not once did I consider bowing down to the Prince of the Underworld, especially not after seeing him stuff his face with wraps he picked off the ground.”

He guffaws. “Good, then we’re in agreement?”

“I guess...”

“Just what every man wants to hear from a beautiful creature.” Ignoring the burn in your cheeks, you roll your eyes, and he adds, “But we’re okay? You won’t avoid me anymore?”

“I wasn’t avoiding you.”

“Sure you weren’t.”

“Keep that up, you won’t be seeing me for another couple runs.”

“I was agreeing with you!”

“Your tone said otherwise.”

By the time your shared laughter dies down, the atmosphere clears, leaving a comfortable silence settling in the small space between you. In that time, he’s yet to let go of your hands, your thighs brushing as he rubs soothing circles against your hands, and while he insists on staying until he’s sure you’re better, acceptance rushes over you like the oncoming tide, because try as you might, Alecto’s punishment was nothing in comparison to Zagreus’s absence. These fleeting moments he stops by your chamber, whether to recover, commission a painting, or to simply have a chat, you appreciate each and every one of them. If that’s all you’ll ever have with Zagreus, you decide, your chest tight with a melancholic warmth, then that's okay.

This is enough.

—

Soon after Zagreus reluctantly leaves you once more, he enters the last chamber of Tartarus.

“Redblood! What say you—ack—hey, I wasn’t done talking!”

If he prolongs their time together, allowing him to indulge his cruelty, then consider it time well spent.

—

AN: One of my biggest peeves in media tropes is the betrayal and angst as a reaction from hiding identities from s/o, like in superhero media. It's overplayed, overdone.

A good, recent example of this is the new animated Superman show, My Adventures with Superman, where (SPOILERS) Lois forces the truth out of Clark, and is pissed when he confirms he is Superman. Bro, you literally said to his face how you'd reveal his identity to the public, can you blame the guy? Idgaf you think he's lying ab his feelings omfg he's protecting his idenity (its a good show tho pls watch it!!)

However, a cartoon that does the scenario right is in the old Nickelodeon cartoon, Danny Phantom (some of yall may be too young to remember), the older sister, Jaz, of the mc, Danny, quietly realizes he's the superhero of their town, and decides to patiently wait for him to tell her when HE'S READY. Like askjgdaksjhf yassss we love patience and understanding.

Which is why I like to imagine while Zag didn't outright tell you who he is, he didn't try to hide it either. The underworld's a big ass place, he's got no control over who and what ppl say and do, so however you find out, whether in passing or of your own sleuthing skills, you both wait.

Ty for coming to my ted talk :D

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