Okay, I've been holding off on my MID theory bc it doesn't really sound like a theory 😅 I've been calling it a "What If" theory, and it's low-key a fanfic idea 😭
What if MID Theory
So pretty much since MID has been out the main five are headcanon and portrayed as "Young Daemos Men."
Young men?
What does that mean by, young? I know it’s probably not a big deal to think about, because in most modern media and the movie industry a young character ranges from 18 - 28. So it probably doesn’t hold too much merit.
If it did though, then what is considered young in Daemos?
As we know, Lady Grandma is around 1000 years old and she looks like an elder. That rules out Daemos being immortal obviously, they’re long living beings. She also said Daemos all over the land used to fight over her when she was in her prime. So that must have been a Long while ago before she got married to Ashe’s late grandfather.
100, 200, 300, 400, 500, 600, 700, 800, 900, 1000
1000 years is a long time to be alive, if the main five are considered “young daemos men” they are probably only in their first century or sm.
I know that was short but I hope it made sense 😭 here’s my next Point!
Why don't Pierce & Rhys Have Pointed Ears and Sharp Teeth?
So a while back, I just can’t remember if it was a comment or a tumblr blog but someone pointed out something interesting. If having sharp teeth is considered attractive, does that mean Pierce & Rhys aren’t super attractive in daemos standards, or at least not that charming?
(Also side note, I know Noi is most often drawn and head canon to have pointed ears and sharp canines, but in the official art of him now, he has regular “human ears” I’ll come back to him in a second.)
In ep.2, Rhys says to let Leif work his charm. Leif uses a calmer voice and then flashes his chompers, then it freaks out an already freaking out Ava. Leif is confused as to why his charm didn’t work.
Rhys then says she’s immune to his charm, probably a cultural misunderstanding.
Having sharp teeth is a charming/attractive trait, so Pierce & Rhys probably aren’t that charming to other daemos but they're still handsome 😅. In ep,10 they all started laughing at Asch being splashed, we see those two having regular straight teeth. Then in their official art and both posters they have “human ears” too.
This is where Noi is that little bit in between, he has double teeth. Sometimes it’s seen as cute and youthful. If that’s the case then he’s probably seen as cute/adorable but not enough to catch attention like Leif does.
Then finally Asch, he has pointed ears and prominent canines, Rhal likely has the same.
All this points to having at least these two traits is what daemos are attracted to. I know that seems shallow and unrealistic, but take a look at we call attractive 😅 and I’m not saying they can’t ever have a lovers or admirers, they def could it’s just they don’t have those physical elements yk?
Why don’t they have both? Is it just character design or is there an another reason?
Since Lady Gradma is 1000 years old, she’s seen the slow extinction of humans all the way until we meet her. So that means there used to be a lot of humans as there is daemos, both species coexisting together in what probably used to be a peaceful world. Even at some point they had mixed families of human and daemos.
That’s probably why they’re a little bit different as well as many other daemos, they most likely could have some human ancestry. This is where the theory gets boring because of genetics 😅 if you understand genetics very well then skip my simplified explanation.
So first off! All the way back when lady grandma was young or even a kid, humans and daemos were probably free to marry and love whoever they wanted to!
Secondly! If a human and daemos had a child together, the child would look like any other daemos child with human in their blood/features. Then if those children grew up and married another human, their children will look more human with a little bit of daemos blood/features. Then just go back and forth from them on.
Thirdly! 4 generations can fit within 80 years. So over time, daemos have human in their blood. That’s why they can get either pointed ears or “human ears”. Simple things like that yk? Over time though, their human side/features become less prominent but still there. Maybe that’s reason why they can wield magic to begin with or not knowing their lineage 🤷♀️
Also it shows they began to forbid human and daemos marriages/interactions. Leading to the point that daemos now not even knowing anything about humans other than a source of magic.
This is where my "theory" ends. It's hard to read anything into it bc the history of the daemos world is most likely not the main focus of the series and upcoming season. I grabbed at threads to put this together and it's very far fetched.
SO! The point of this one is, why do they have pointed ears? Why would they cover up the possibility of humans and daemos once living in harmony together 1000 years ago? Did they start using human souls only 400 years ago in their world?!
I lost my train of thought but do you see what I'm trying to say? Correct me if I'm wrong, if I missed anything, if this makes sense.
I'm also trying to peice together other things, though it could take a while to come up with ideas.
Were daemos not meant to have magic?
Who told them that human souls can produce magic, was it by chance a certain demon warlock
🤨😈
Noice that the floating bits of land in their world are vaguely shaped like the celestial canon?
First of lady grandma is over 1000 years old. She said she has already been around for a few thousands.
Secondly Lady Bich said Earth was seposed to be a replica of daemos but it eveold differently. So magic dose probably exist unbeknownst to the humans on earth.
If you look at the mini episodes or whater you should call them. Pierce has pointed ears. In the poster there is a TONE of mistakes. Like some characters are mirrored while other arent. Leif dosn’t have his scar. There were more but I can't really remember right now. It is just possible that the one doing the poster didn't notice the mistakes. And that daemos are sposed to have pointed ears. In the other official art, with that I mean in the video were she firts showed the poster a few images of the daemos were showed on screen and there all of them have pointed ears if I remember correctly.
And about mermaid tails. The Daemos have showed up in the after dark series aswell and they are property going to be part of the Aphverse and Jess whent back on her word to have my inner demons be a separate thing. That im my opinion sucks because I really dont like MyStreet and I don't whant them in season two of MID.
I'm sorry if this comes across as rude. I juts find it a little annoying when people aren't as in tune with the lore as they think they are. But it was some fun ideas!
Personality I am trying to figure out how many cromasones a daemos would have.
(I do love it when people post like this so ceap doing it please 🙏)
Hi! I was originally gonna wait before sending another request but I saw ur recent post and I figured why not:3
Could you do a MID one where reader is a maladaptive daydreamer? And how the boys would react to someone leaving their guard down for long periods of times plus like just how they interact in general? Can be romantic or platonic I dont rlly care
[M.I.D] Daemos x maladaptive daydreamer! reader
Contains: Fluff, Maladaptive daydreamer
A/N: I think this might be my first poly request most of the time I just write it myself so congrats on being my first poly request, lovely! I’m so glad there are still people in the M.I.D. fandom too! I also added my own mix with this
Summary: Maladaptive daydreaming is a behavior where a person spends an excessive amount of time daydreaming, often becoming immersed in their imagination.
This behavior is usually a coping mechanism in people who have mental health conditions like anxiety. For some people, this behavior disrupts work, hobbies or friendships and relationships.
╰┈➤ ⸝⸝★ My Street & My Inner Demons ୭ ˚.
Asch
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Asch notices your habit long before he understands it. To him, it doesn’t look like distraction, it looks like abandonment. Your eyes glaze over mid-march, your responses lag seconds too late, your body still moving while your mind is elsewhere
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ In Daemos, that kind of behavior is synonymous with soul instability, possession, or impending death. The first few times it happens, Asch’s temper flares immediately. He snaps orders at you louder than necessary, barked commands sharp enough to cut through stone, convinced you’re ignoring him or challenging his authority
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ When you don’t respond right away, his irritation turns into something far more dangerous alarm. He has seen people lose themselves before. It never ends well
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ The moment it truly unsettles him is when you almost get hurt because of it. You drift while walking just for a moment and don’t notice the edge of uneven ground or a threat nearby
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Asch grabs you harshly, yanking you back into place, flames flickering unconsciously around his hands as he demands to know what spell you’re under. But when you come back fully confused, breathing unevenly, apologising too fast, eyes wide with shame instead of defiance his anger stalls. You don’t look rebellious. You look small. Vulnerable in a way that makes his chest tighten uncomfortably. He orders you to stay close after that, tone sharp, refusing to acknowledge that what he’s really doing is keeping you within arm’s reach
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Ava is the one who finally forces the truth into the open. She notices the signs immediately the pacing, the murmuring under your breath, the way you seem more present in your own head than in the room
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ When Asch accuses you of carelessness or weakness, Ava snaps back at him in a way only she can get away with. She explains maladaptive daydreaming bluntly at first, in 'Human' terms, that it’s not intentional, not laziness, not disrespect. When she sees the confusion on all their faces, she reframes it in language they understand. She tells Asch it’s like your mind learned to escape into stories to survive, the way Daemos sometimes retreat into controlled trances or rituals to endure pain. “They’re not leaving because they want to,” she says firmly. “They’re leaving because their brain thinks it’s safer.”
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ That explanation hits Asch harder than he expects. He goes quiet in a way that makes the others uneasy. The idea that your wandering mind isn’t defiance but a defense forces him to reframe every interaction he’s had with you
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ He remembers how often you apologize when you come back, how tense you get when someone raises their voice, how you never argue back. He doesn’t apologize outright his pride won’t allow it but his behavior shifts unmistakably after that conversation. He stops shouting your name when you drift and starts saying it lower, closer
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ He positions himself subtly between you and danger when your focus slips. His hand finds your wrist or sleeve, grounding without yanking, anchoring instead of punishing
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Asch becomes hyper-aware of your vulnerability once he understands it. He hates that you leave your guard down for long periods it infuriates him in the same way his own past helplessness does. But instead of trying to force you to change, he takes responsibility for the space around you. He shortens patrols when he notices you slipping more often
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ He assigns you positions where others can cover you without drawing attention. If someone startles you back too harshly, he snaps at them, not you. There’s a possessive edge to it not ownership, but protection like he’s decided that if your mind insists on wandering, then nothing will touch you while it does
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ In quieter moments, Asch watches you more than you realize. He notices the way your fingers twitch when you’re halfway gone, the way your breathing changes, the exact second your eyes refocus when you come back
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ If this leans romantic, those moments are heavy with unspoken emotion his hand lingering a second longer than necessary, his voice softer when he tells you to sit, to rest, to stay near him. If it’s platonic, the care is just as intense, only framed as duty: the prince protecting someone under his command
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Either way, Asch never lets you feel like a liability again. He doesn’t like that your mind escapes but he understands now that it kept you alive. And that, to him, is not weakness. It’s proof that you endured
Rhys
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Rhys notices your maladaptive daydreaming before anyone else but unlike Asch, his first response isn’t anger. It’s observation. He clocks the delayed reactions, the way your eyes unfocus mid-sentence, the subtle shift in posture that signals you’ve mentally stepped somewhere else
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ At first, he assumes exhaustion or stress; Earth is overwhelming even to trained Daemos, and humans are far more fragile than they let on. But when it happens repeatedly long stretches where you move and breathe but don’t truly register what’s happening around you Rhys begins categorizing it as something more complex. To him, it resembles a dissociative trance, unintentional and dangerously uncontrolled.
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Rhys is deeply unsettled by how exposed you are when it happens. In Daemos, entering any altered mental state without ritual safeguards is considered reckless at best and suicidal at worst. Watching you do it unconsciously, without wards or anchors, puts him on edge in a way he rarely allows himself to show. He doesn’t scold you or raise his voice instead, he quietly restructures his behavior around you
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ He places you where threats are least likely to emerge, ensures someone competent is always nearby, and subtly shortens or simplifies instructions when he notices your focus beginning to fray. If you miss something important, he repeats it calmly, never calling attention to the lapse
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ When Ava finally explains maladaptive daydreaming to the group, Rhys listens with intense focus. He asks questions not out of skepticism, but necessity. Duration? Awareness? Triggers? Memory retention? Ava explains that it’s compulsive, often tied to anxiety or trauma, and that pulling someone out of it too abruptly can cause distress
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Rhys immediately reframes it as a maladaptive coping mechanism, not a behavioural flaw. The word coping is what changes everything for him. To survive long-term psychological strain without magic or ritual support, the human mind created an escape route. Inefficient, risky but effective enough to keep you alive. Rhys accepts this with quiet gravity
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ From that point on, Rhys becomes your most consistent anchor. He never startles you awake unless absolutely necessary. Instead, he uses grounding techniques instinctively saying your name softly, lowering himself into your line of sight, giving you something tangible to focus on when you return
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ He pays attention to patterns, learning what situations cause you to slip away more often and adjusting plans accordingly. If you apologize after drifting, Rhys gently stops you. “You did nothing wrong,” he says, tone firm but kind. “Your mind responded the only way it knew how.”
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ In a romantic reading, Rhys’ care is deeply intimate in a restrained way. He sits beside you during long stretches, presence steady and unintrusive, offering quiet conversation or silence depending on what you seem to need
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ He asks about your inner worlds not to pull you out of them, but to understand what draws you there. He never pressures you to share more than you’re ready to. There’s a quiet sadness in his eyes when he realizes how often you chose imagination over reality because reality hurt more
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ In a platonic reading, the devotion is just as strong, mentor-like, protective, unwavering. He becomes the one you instinctively orient toward when you come back, because he’s always there, calm and unshaken
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ What affects Rhys most is the shame you carry about it. He notices the way you shrink after long episodes, the guilt in your voice when you realize time has passed
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ That bothers him far more than the daydreaming itself. Rhys believes deeply in efficiency and control, but he also believes that systems must adapt to people, not the other way around. He never frames your maladaptive daydreaming as something you must get rid off
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Instead, he helps you manage it safely, logically, and without judgment. To Rhys, survival strategies are not sins. They are proof of resilience. And if your mind learned to wander to protect you, then his role quietly, steadfastly is to make sure you always have a safe place to return to
Pierce
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Pierce notices it before anyone else does the way your gaze unfocuses mid-conversation, how your shoulders go slack like you’ve slipped somewhere far away without moving an inch. At first, he assumes it’s fear or shock
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Earth is loud, overwhelming, too alive. But then it keeps happening even in quiet moments. You’ll be sitting safely indoors, maybe near a window or curled on the floor, and suddenly your eyes glaze over as if you’re watching something only you can see. Pierce never snaps his fingers in front of your face or raises his voice to pull you back
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ He simply waits. Standing nearby. Guarding. Watching the rise and fall of your chest until you return on your own. When you do, he only asks one thing, quietly “Are you hurt?” Not what were you thinking, not where did you go just whether you’re safe
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Your maladaptive daydreaming unsettles him in a way he doesn’t fully understand at first. On Daemos, dissociation like that usually came from trauma, curses, or magic backlash
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ He watches you drift into elaborate inner worlds kingdoms, stories, versions of yourself stronger or freer and he recognizes something painfully familiar in it. Escape. Survival. Pierce understands living in your head to avoid living with your past. He has done it himself, replaying battles, words spoken by dying humans, commands he followed because he didn’t know how to disobey. The difference is that your daydreams are soft where his memories are sharp. Bright where his are soaked in blood. That contrast makes him fiercely protective of you
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ When you explain haltingly, embarrassed that you don’t always mean to leave, that your mind just does it, Pierce listens with his full attention. No interruptions. No judgment. He kneels so he’s at eye level, enormous frame folding carefully, and nods once when you finish. “Then I will watch,” he says. “So you don’t disappear alone.”
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ From then on, he becomes your anchor without ever trying to be your leash. If he notices you slipping, he’ll gently ground you offering his hand, pressing his thumb against your wrist so you can feel his pulse, murmuring a single word like “Here.” He never drags you back harshly. He knows forcing someone out of their head can feel like ripping open a wound
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Pierce is surprisingly tender about the things you daydream. If you talk about them the characters, the stories, the versions of yourself that feel more real than reality he listens like they matter. Because to you, they do. He doesn’t call them childish or delusions. He calls them creations
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Sometimes, when you’re curled up nearby and muttering bits of dialogue under your breath, he’ll quietly ask questions later. “The warrior you spoke of… did they survive?” And when you look startled that he remembered, he simply shrugs. “It was important to you.” Over time, you realise he sees your inner world not as something broken, but as proof of how deeply you feel how hard you’ve fought to stay alive in your own way
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Your daydreams sometimes spike when Pierce leaves the room patrols, scouting missions, anything dangerous. Your mind fills the silence with worst-case scenarios, looping fears, imagined losses. When he returns and finds you distant, withdrawn into your head, he doesn’t scold you for worrying
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ He sits beside you and removes his gauntlet so his bare hand can rest against yours. Warm. Real. Solid. “I am here,” he says, voice low and steady. “I came back.” And something about the certainty in his tone helps break the spiral. Helps remind you that not every story ends in tragedy not this one
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Pierce struggles sometimes, quietly, with guilt. There are moments when he watches you escape into your mind and wonders if being near him makes reality harder for you. After all, he is a daemos. A knight. A killer who followed orders without question. He fears that your daydreams might be a refuge from him. But every time you choose to sit close anyway resting your head against his arm, threading your fingers through the fabric of his sleeve to ground yourself that fear eases. You don’t see him as a monster haunting your reality. You see him as part of the world you’re willing to stay present in
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ And in a quiet, unspoken way, you help Pierce too. When he finds himself trapped in his own memories staring too long at nothing, jaw tight, breathing shallow you recognize the signs
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ You don’t demand explanations. You simply mirror what he does for you. You touch his wrist. Say his name softly. Bring him back. Together, you become each other’s anchors two people who know what it’s like to live halfway between worlds, choosing, again and again, to stay
Leif
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Leif notices your maladaptive daydreaming in the worst possible way at first in the middle of danger. One second you’re standing beside him, the next your eyes drift, body going still like prey freezing before a strike. His immediate instinct is irritation edged with fear
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ On Daemos, spacing out like that got people killed. His voice snaps your name sharply the first time, fingers gripping your arm hard enough to ground you, not gentle at all. But when you flinch not from pain, but from being dragged violently back into reality something in him halts. He sees it then. Not carelessness, not weakness. It’s dissociation. It’s escape, and Leif knows exactly what it looks like when someone leaves their body because staying hurts too much
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Once he understands, his behavior shifts not softer in the obvious ways, but more intentional. Leif doesn’t coddle. He positions himself between you and threats when your focus slips. He keeps moving, keeps talking, keeps you tethered with noise and presence
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ If you drift while walking, he grabs your sleeve and keeps you moving without comment. If you stare off into nothing while sitting, he flicks something small at you a pebble, a leaf, the edge of his finger against your knee pretending it’s teasing when it’s actually grounding. “Hey,” he mutters. “Stay with me. You can wander later.” There’s no shame in his voice, just urgency. He doesn’t want to lose you to the world inside your head the way he lost everyone who ever promised to stay
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Your daydreams fascinate him more than he admits. They’re elaborate, vivid stories layered over stories, alternate versions of yourself where you’re braver, loved more openly, never abandoned
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Leif pretends he doesn’t listen when you ramble about them half-embarrassed, but he remembers details. He remembers names. He remembers plotlines. Sometimes, when he’s lounging nearby pretending to clean his blades, he’ll casually ask, “That one world you made does it have forests?” And when you light up, startled that he paid attention, he smirks like it’s no big deal. But it is. He doesn’t let many people’s inner worlds touch his own. The fact that he lets yours in means more than he knows how to say
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Leif understands addiction even if yours looks different from his. He recognizes the compulsive pull of the daydreams, how they rush in when reality gets too sharp, too loud, too lonely. He doesn’t try to take them away from you. He’d never do that. He knows what happens when coping mechanisms are ripped out without replacements he lived it
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Instead, he becomes something solid in the real world worth staying present for. He pulls you into small moments: dragging you outside to feel the sun, teleporting you just to make you laugh, shoving food into your hands and insisting you eat now, not later. “You can disappear after,” he says lightly. “Just- eat first.”
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ There are moments when your daydreams turn dark spirals, imagined betrayals, endings where everyone leaves. Leif senses those shifts immediately
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ He gets quieter then, more dangerous in a controlled way. He sits close, knees touching, and says blunt things like, “I’m still here.” Or, “If you’re imagining me leaving, stop. I won’t.” He doesn’t promise forever lightly promises were lies told to him before people vanished but when Leif says something like that, it’s grounded in action. He stays. He watches you come back. He makes sure no one interrupts the process. If someone does, they get a look sharp enough to cut bone.
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ In a strange way, you help Leif heal too. Your imagination reminds him that not everything has to be blood or survival or abandonment. Sometimes, late at night, when you’re half-lost in a fantasy and he’s half-lost in memories, you sit back-to-back both of you grounded by shared presence even while your minds wander elsewhere
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ He never says it out loud, but you become proof that escape doesn’t always mean running away. Sometimes it’s just resting somewhere safe before returning. And if Leif has anything to say about it, that safe place will always include him
Noi
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Noi notices your maladaptive daydreaming almost immediately not because it’s obvious, but because he watches you. A lot. You’ll be mid-conversation, or sitting beside him sharing food, and suddenly your responses slow, your eyes drifting just past him like you’re looking through a doorway only you can see
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ At first, Noi panics. He waves a hand in front of your face, calls your name too loudly, nearly trips over himself trying to make sure you’re not hurt or possessed by some kind of human spirit. When you finally blink back into yourself and laugh it off, he looks close to tears. “D-don’t do that,” he says shakily. “I thought I lost you.” That fear never really goes away but it becomes quieter once he understands what’s happening
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ When you explain maladaptive daydreaming, Noi listens with the kind of attention that makes you feel painfully seen. He doesn’t interrupt. He doesn’t question whether it’s real. He just nods, wide amber eyes serious. “So… it’s like your brain takes you somewhere safe when things get scary?” When you say yes, he exhales like something heavy has finally been set down. Compassion makes sense to him it always has
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Being targeted for it on Daemos taught him how precious it is. From then on, he treats your daydreaming like something fragile, not shameful. If you drift, he doesn’t yank you back. He sits close and talks softly, narrating small things to keep you tethered. “I’m still here. You’re sitting next to me. Johnny’s sleeping. Nothing bad is happening.”
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Noi becomes your emotional anchor in the gentlest way possible. He holds your hand whenever he notices your grip loosening from reality, rubbing his thumb in slow circles against your palm because he’s learned that sensation helps you stay. If you start staring off, he offers you snacks cookies, pizza crusts, anything he knows you like because eating keeps you grounded
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ He praises you constantly when you come back on your own. “Good job,” he says softly, like you just did something incredibly brave. “You came back.” No one has ever made returning to reality feel like an accomplishment before, and it nearly breaks you the first time he does
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Your daydreams themselves fascinate Noi. He asks about them with genuine excitement, like they’re stories you’re gifting him. “Wait, wait tell me again! That one where you’re a hero?” He laughs, blushes, gets emotionally invested, cheering for versions of you that exist only in your head
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Sometimes, when you’re embarrassed and say they’re silly, he shakes his head fiercely. “They’re not! You made a whole world. That’s… really cool.” He doesn’t realise it yet, but he’s doing something incredibly important. He’s teaching you that your inner world doesn’t have to be hidden to be accepted.
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Noi does struggle, though especially when your daydreams pull you away during moments he’s already afraid. When you go quiet while Asch is angry, or when danger looms, Noi’s anxiety spikes hard
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ He clings to you then, literally positioning himself in front of you even though he’s the weakest knight. “You can’t leave right now,” he whispers urgently. “Please. Stay with me.” It’s not a demand it’s a plea from someone who knows what it’s like to be overlooked, discarded, almost killed for being “too soft.” The idea of losing you, even temporarily, terrifies him.
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ But you help Noi just as much as he helps you. You reassure him when he feels useless, when he worries he’s dead weight without magic. You remind him that compassion saved Ava, saved him, saved you more times than he realizes
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ When he spirals, you ground him squeezing his hands, repeating his name, telling him he’s doing enough. Together, you become proof that softness isn’t weakness. That drifting doesn’t mean giving up. That staying even imperfectly is an act of courage
━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ To Noi, you aren’t broken for escaping into your mind. You’re strong for surviving the world in a way that kept your heart intact and as long as he’s around, you’ll never have to come back alone
The Daemos were back at Daemos. It had been years since they were on earth. They think back and relize they no longer can remember the face of Y/n
Like what do you think their reactions would be
That was so sad but fun to write, But thank you for requesting this, Anon!
╰┈➤ ⊹ ࣪ ˖your either Ava's neighbor or took her place⊹ ࣪ ˖
╰┈➤ ⊹ ࣪ ˖Context: they are back in Deamos, and they slowly forget your face. (angst?)
Asch❤️
At first he wouldn't notice, being apart of the royal family makes you busy. Not having time to think idly.
He'd be in his chambers, st his desk looking over some papers until he comes across a small object. Something that you have given him. He pauses a small smile graces his features, when times were simpler, but when he tried to remember all the detail...he couldn't.
What did your face look like? Your voice, your laugh? It was all hazy. His brows furrow. How could he forget about you?
Rhys💜
Having to deal with Asch, and doing lessons with lady grandma can make him busy. Never really having time to fully relax. Though at times he members the times he had with you.
With having his glasses, that memory is fond, when he first received them, and then seeing your face so clearly for the first time...would be good if he could actually see your face now...it was all just a blur. And it eats at him every time.
Pierce💙
When he haf time to himself hed remember the small things about you. How soft your hair was, how you enjoy the head pats, how he was a source of comfort for you...and in a way you were for him. But now with you being so hazy, the comfort was...gone. he hated it. Of course, he never let it show but it ate at him in the inside.
Leif💚
At first he didn't worry about it so much, just doing his job half hazardously, patrolling and what not made him think a bit. A few good memories with you. From when you were so scared of him when you first met to how you two were suddenly being so close, it hurt to leave, to abandon you.
He tries to remember your face, your voice, the way your expression looks when you laugh but it was all something he couldn't quite figure out and that ached in his heart worst of all
Noi🧡
He promised you he'd never forget anything you did for him, so hed try and try to remember the small things you did on the daily with him back on earth but reminiscing can only do so much...slowly hed forget your voice, your laugh, your face. He was so scared when it came to the realization. The one thing he promised was gone.
While humans have hemoglobin which is red, deamos com from a low oxygen environment and thus have different blood, thus I introduced you to hemerythrin the violet or purple blood found in deep sea marine worms and lamp shells, it's is colourless when un-oxygenated but when filled with oxygen it turns a violet purple, it bonds more strongly to oxygen atoms due to the environment the species that have it live in, due to this earth's atmosphere can prove deadly to unprepared daemos who can quickly develop oxygen toxicity, prepared daemos would take time to adjust, tho amulets certain from daemos can work as breathing. Acclimated daemos often go with out taking a single breath tens of minutes due to earth's oxygen rich atmosphere (if there are inaccuracies tell me please)
╰┈➤ ⊹ ࣪ ˖your either Ava's neighbor or took her place⊹ ࣪ ˖
╰┈➤⊹ ࣪ ˖Context: how they'd react to you speaking a different language in front of them for the first time.(☉｡☉)!
❤️Asch-
-would be surprised before getting all defensive and yelling that you're trying to put a spell on him or something. Fire was definitely involved. Eventually you explained it to him...
💜Rhys-
-he would be uncertain, and ask you what you are saying. He'd ask if it was a spell. Once you explain it was a different language he'd be very interested. Probably even try to learn it.
💙Pierce-
-he'd look at you very confused. He'd probably Ask what spell you just cast. Once you explain it to him that it wasn't a spell that only made him more confused.
💚Leif-
-He'd draw his weapon out as soon as he hears the unfamiliar word. He'd get all defensive and yell 'what was that' or something. You explain it to him and he still is convinced you tried to curse him or something.
🧡Noi-
-He would freak out running around in a panic thinking you're doing some spells. After calming him down and explaining it to him he was still unsure but definitely understood it wasn't going to hurt him. He would ask a few questions about the language.
(Sorry if the reactions seem kinda similar- I just think they'd all either be unsettled or scared by the different languages thingy...)
Probably turns out Ava is an another reincarnated Irene or Aphmau MCD wtv or their lore is just copy-pasted MCD🥹 /j
In all seriousness, I think what happens is that; Ava ends up losing all her memories from the spell, on earth, there were missing reports of Ava being gone in all of the sudden — Lorelai being upset of the promised next hangout, Marlene and Mrs Oates wondering what happened to her and etc 🧍
If you go north enugh the sun dosn't go up for about 6 months and then the sun stays up for like 6 months. And in betwen the days are iter realy long or realy short.
