WHERE TJE NAOYA RECS AT??? also i hope you’ve been doing well and feeling better ❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹
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shi im glad you asked bow (idk if you've read them before LOL i'm a little behind and it's only a few) and yes, i've been doing better, just super busy for the next two weeks or so haha
bewitched series by lalunanymph; i literally read the entire thing this morning LMAO
mutually assured destruction series by osarina; holy fawk this one was so good, matched each other's freak till the end
a water type milf: zenin edition by blkkizzat; LISTEN MILF ENJOYER MOMMY ISSUES NAOYA HITS and this shit had my jaw dropping the entire time LOL
(the fics will also be added to my list when i eventually get to it)
i wanna beat this man's face in so bad UGHHH I HATE HOW FINE HE IS
Do y'all refer to yourselves, reader, or darling? I personally use darling.
Also... If you see those daydream doodles you know there's a bad end Laios. Okay now hear me out..... Dark king Laios chasing you down after you escape because you were one of the few people who cared and understood him. What's happens next?? Idk 😏- 🌻
SORRY OLD ASK THAT I SHOULD'VE ANSWERED A WHILE AGO AND IDK IF THIS IS REAL SUNFLOWER ANON OR ACCIDENTAL FALSE SUNFLOWER AGAIN
i usually prefer reader tbh or just y/n or "you" cause personally, it seems easier that way and that's who i am kinda to the fic LOL
YES i've seen those drawings before, i tried to ignore them cause i'm keeping up with the anime and not the manga but yk, that's hard to do nowadays esp with tiktok and tumblr's for you tab 😅
since i don't really know the ending of dungeon meshi (surprisingly LMAO), i fr don't know what happened to the whole group and what they'll do after retrieving falin back, but ILL TRY MY BEST FOR YOU SUNFLOWER ANON and i feel like the kingdom still remains underground in this scenario, so that's what i'm gonna try basing this on (sorry if it's off or wrong 😭🙏)
kinda went a little crazy with this but got lazy at the end LMAO
SPOILERS (ig) FOR DUNGEON MESHI BAD END?? 18+ MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI
warnings + tags: yandere and obsessive themes, somewhat explicit sexual content, unhealthy relationships, dubcon, somewhat unbalanced power dynamic, sorta subby laios, prolly OOC laios, violence, all characters are 18+
before your escape, you tried to stay as loyal as possible to laios. despite the many changes he's gone through after becoming the dark king of the golden country, he was once a friend, your party leader. he declared you the job of being his right-hand, almost akin to an advisor with marcille (who he labeled as his dungeon master), although he didn't really listen to any of your advices on how the kingdom or the dungeon should be ran.
chilchuck, senshi, and izutsumi parted ways with the four of you right after he was crowned king. the half-foot was not able to bare seeing how laios will rule the eternally immortal lands, preferring to finally spend time with his three daughters once more after months of exploring this very dungeon. both the dwarf and beast-woman decided to go back to the higher floors together, deciding that it was what was best for them.
only you, falin, and marcille stayed. though it was briefly obvious that the elven mage had shown her preference to go back to the surface, she seemed to be thriving in her research on ancient magic down here, even if it was visibly mentally draining her. falin's reasons for staying were evident. they were unable to rid her of the plumage on her chest and the lower half of her body remained the red dragon's despite marcille's many desperate attempts. if she was able to return to normal, you knew she could never bare the thought of leaving her older brother in this kingdom deep within the dungeon. but you... you really don't know why you stayed with him. maybe you were always going to be a follower of his, despite everything.
the first incident came after a few months into laios's ruling, when a mass amount of outsiders of the dungeon managed to reach the floor of the kingdom. whispers of a hefty bounty for the head of the mage who resurrected the party member into a horrible chimera hybrid beast spread around (you slightly chuckled at the mention of it, they were really far too late in the news).
barely a flick of his wrist as he sat on his throne and he managed to summon such a frightening beast, considerably more awful than falin's hybrid form. he whispered something into its ear with each individual head, watching from the window as parties were felled one by one, an uneasy pit forming in your stomach. as the ash and smoke rose into the sky, you made your way quietly to his room and suggested for him to let the corpse collectors retrieve the bodies, only to meet with firm refusal.
"they'll only come back to hurt us," laios frowned at your pitiful gaze, before focusing on the smoking reddish sky. "they'll stop at nothing until they manage to kill falin, then go for marcille, and then you, an accomplice. they'd want me last, a king's head fetches for a considerable price and to be lord of the dungeon? one of the greatest treasures here."
"but laios—"
"we must consider our safety before anyone else's. that's final." he turned towards you, his eyes turning soft. "please, i'm doing this for you."
you could only nod, shutting yourself up with lips being pulled taut. from there, you could only watch as the villagers took the corpses one by one and buried them in singular nameless graves. as you rested a bundle of flowers on a freshly planted mass grave, you hoped this would be the last time, hoped that at least one survived and got the message.
the horns didn't appear until the fifth attack on the kingdom. they were unnoticeable at first, eventually laios did complain about some pain around the back of his head but every time that you and marcille tried to heal it, nothing worked. they grew overnight on the day that these outsiders were appearing, ivory-colored horns curving around the top of his head. laios seemed exhausted, dark bags forming on the underside of his eyes but was completely unphased by the approaching masses.
"do you think falin is hungry?" he asked you as he strode on horseback towards the furious crowd, your nerves jumping all about as you followed behind him.
"her appetite seems normal, she never complains and we always give her more servings when she asks."
"no, no. not that kind of hunger," he mused, resting his clawed metal glove on the hilt of his sword (you weren't even sure if it was kensuke anymore). "the hunger for a fight, for bloodshed."
you stayed silent, concern in your expression as he unsheathed the sword slowly, the blade shining brightly in the underground world's sunlight as he raised it up in the air. you wanted to say no, that the red dragon in her was the only part of her that revels in that sort of mess, but then a shadow blew over you, the force of the wind nearly pushing you and your steed back. the sun was blocked for a mere second, the ground shaking violently as falin dove into the crowd.
the screams were loud, ear-piercing. it was more horrid up close than you've ever imagined, nausea building up in your throat as the sharp iron smell filled the air with more smoke. the world seemed to grow quiet besides the flapping of her strong wings approaching the two of you, a beaten and bloodied elven man in her clawed grasp. you flinched as she dropped him on the ground in front of laios, like a cat bearing its owner a gift of a fresh kill. he might as well be a corpse if he didn't start sputtering awake, laios dismounting his horse and approaching him slowly.
"lor... l-lord of the dungeon," he spat out, complete terror but awe forming in his eyes. "you're... y-you're real."
"in the flesh. now tell me," the sword neared his neck, the blade right against a major vein. "why keep insisting coming here when you know that every party that comes here perishes by my hand, never to come back alive? is it greed for the throne? for falin and marcille's bounty? bragging rights for defeating the new dungeon lord?"
the elf was silent, raising his head once more and weakly pointing towards you.
"for her."
laios froze, the grip of the handle beginning to tighten, to the point where you swore it'll break. you were about to stop him, call out his name to try and snap him out of it, until he swung down the blade into the elf’s neck, almost cleanly severing the head from his body. you gagged as his head rolled towards you, his eyes becoming glassy as his mouth continued to open and close. oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. you could've saved him, should've stopped him.
"y/n, would you leave me?"
laios then coldly spoke, dull eyes staring at your quivering form.
"...no. i would never think of it." you lied, hands gripping tightly around the leather reins. he stared at you, almost hauntingly owlish like falin’s blank stare, finally looking away to clean off the blood of the once pristine sword.
"good. that’s good."
you visited thistle once the clock struck three, carefully sneaking deep below the castle and into the prison cells, seeing the even frailer elf curled up in a dark, damp corner. laios stuck him down here all those months ago, forgetting about him and leaving him to starve. what he didn't know is that you kept coming down here to keep him alive, the visits irregular and the amount of food you brought was scarce. you couldn't risk alerting laios. you thought that he didn't deserve this kind of life, despite the many atrocities he previously committed. were you any different than him, letting all those people die by laios' hand?
before, he'd only take the food and say nothing to you, his gaze almost like a wild animal. he didn't trust you back then, which was understandable considering the previous history between your party and him. now, he'll speak, give you small pieces of advice. the prison gets lonely down here, especially since he was the only one that laios allowed to live since becoming king.
"i need your help, i have to get out of here." you whispered through the bars, his head slowly turning towards you. the purple glow of his eyes cut through the dim darkness, narrowing at your hidden figure.
"so, the new king is going insane, isn't he?" he murmured, eyes glaringly sharp towards you. "now he knows how it feels trying to keep a kingdom and a dungeon together, the damn fool."
you quickly handed bread and milk to the elf, his hands quick to take them, mouth already full with the sustenance. down here, it could be considered as liquid gold. "yes, he's not the same laios i know. not even marcille says anything about his behavior anymore, she's too busy studying the ancient magic and fixing falin. i don't know what to do anymore and i don't want any more adventurers to die for me."
your lip quivered, head leaning against the filthy metal bars. "i'm scared of him thistle. i'm scared of what he's going to do to me if i object him. surely you must know a way to escape? anything, even if it kills me."
he was quiet, gulping down the milk harshly till the bottle was empty. "i'll say this once since you've been keeping me alive."
thistle quietly gave you the escape route, that there was a painting in the castle that lead to a secret hallway that lead into the higher parts of the dungeon, about floor 4. from there, you had to find your own way out, rely on no one other than yourself. since laios and marcille had complete control of the dungeon, nothing and no one could be trusted, not until you get to floor 1. you thanked him, apologizing profusely that you would have to leave him behind to starve once more, but he stopped you, grumbling something about not wanting you to have any regrets leaving here. you could live with that.
once you left the prison, you slipped into bed, heart pounding as the plans of escape swirled in your mind. it's been a while since you've been to the other floors, but the path upwards will come to you naturally, you're sure of it. after all, you were the navigator of the party.
you found the painting the next day right at the supposed crack of dawn, noting its location in your mind. if thistle was correct, you'll be transported into a different part of the dungeon, a complete unknown and uncharted place. slowly, you placed your hand against the artwork, feeling cold wind against your palm. quickly retracting it back, you continued on without looking suspicious, moving into laios' bedroom without a word.
"good morning laios, slept well?" you ask per usual, slowly making your way towards the bed, picking up ripped up scraps of paper and clothing. as you approached, the hair on your arms began to raise, an unusual chill filling the air. something wasn't right, but you reached out to the torn blanket. "...laios?"
before you could retract your hand, a clawed one latched onto you, pulling you down into the sheets. you screamed, wriggling in complete distress as reds and whites enveloped the world around you, the feeling suffocating. "still just as jumpy as before."
the rough, sleepy words caused you to stiffen, the blanket shifting until you could finally see the king. the horns were still as prominent as before, his eyes still weary and worn. you felt the rough touch of his hand on your cheek, newly clawed fingers wiping away the tears you didn't know you've shed. he was warm, only dressed in sleeping slacks.
"sorry. i didn't know i scared you that much."
for a moment, just a moment, your old laios was laying in front of you, a soft smile on his face. you stared at him, wincing as you felt the apple of your cheek get cut open with a slight sting, the crimson slip down into the white sheets, his eyes widening. "don't move. you're so fragile, y'know that?"
his face neared as you tensely shut your eyes, not wanting to see the horns come close to you. the warm, wet muscle of his tongue brushed against your cheek, lapping up the blood like he was some kind of animal. at this point, you might as well be his prey.
"do you know how sweet you taste?" he whispered into your ear, his breath warm and trembling in hidden excitement. you reopened your eyes, mouth suddenly dry as clawed hands pulled you in close.
"no." the inside of the blankets felt hot, as if it was the summer's heat back in the upper world. laios moved until he was on top of you, your lower halves connected and you could feel him, a flush growing on your face. he pressed against you with a hand gripping down on your hip, sensually grinding up and down, a soft whimper escaping you as you felt the nails dig into your flesh.
"laios," you breathlessly whispered out his name, hands tightly gripping the sheets. you were terrified, helpless against him. saying his name seemed to excite him even more, feeling it twitch against your covered cunt. "we... w-we can't do this, not now. y-you have things to do today, so ma... many things."
"i'm the king, they can wait." he bluntly stated with a certain tightness to it, shuddering as he pulled you up, still moving against you.
there was a desperate look in those tired eyes as he was holding himself back from going all out. he was almost drooling, his lower half bucking up in short spasms against you, giving you almost complete control of the pace. you didn't feel like you were in control of yourself either, hands pressed up against the softness of his chest as you bear down against him.
"l-let me kiss you, please. please, p-please. i need you, need to taste you m-more."
how could you reject the king's request? for today, you'll indulge him. one last time, you'll be his loyal right hand. you pressed your lips on his, pushing him down into the mattress and losing yourself in his embrace.
you awoke when the clock struck at midnight, body sore with bite marks littering around your skin. laios was completely knocked out next to you, snoring away on a partially-ripped up pillow. gently, you brushed the growing blond strands away from his face, watching him lean into your touch. you let out a quiet sigh. it's time.
underneath the trash you've been picking up, all your essential items in your old adventurer's bag laid underneath. you wanted to leave a note behind, but it was too much of a risk. better to let him think you've died than him trying to find you. one last look at him before exiting the room, you thought about what could've been if he had just been a peaceful ruler. if he was, would you have stayed in the underground forever?
not even a day passed and it was soon declared in the dungeon that you were missing and must be found, a large bounty on your head to be brought alive. you being dead wasn't an option at all. thanks to the changelings, you were able to change your appearance drastically to be able to make your way upwards with no trouble. there was unfamiliar knights scouting the floors, the haunting sound of metal shuffling around as you narrowly avoid the main paths. you had the idea of visiting senshi and izutsumi once you got to the higher floors, but they might send you back to laios if word has already gotten that high up.
chilchuck might've been the safest option; outwardly, he wasn't too fond of laios, but he put all his trust into him when situations get dire. be it because he had a family to get back to or there were no options left for the half-foot, he might've been the smartest one in the party.
the smell of fresh food and the sounds of joyous chatter reached your ears as you continued forwards, heart pounding with happiness for the first time in forever. the first floor, the start of it all. you shuffled through the crowd, seeing outside light peering through the gaping entranceway. closing your eyes, there was sudden realization. you'll be finally free from the damn dungeon's clutches, leaving behind the title of the dark king of the golden country's right hand.
it must've been 4 years since you've left behind the island, moving to the eastern archipelago with the money you've managed to scour in the dungeon. life is somewhat difficult with the civil wars that go on, but you wouldn't change it either way. anything was better than the island. you even started picking up the language, able to communicate simple sentences to the others living in your neighborhood.
you were busy hanging up the clean, wet laundry on the clotheslines when your son tugged on your robe.
"mama, a man is there." you glanced down and brushed the blond locks out of his face, tucking them behind his ear.
"is it haruto-san? i'll be there in a minute."
"no. the man has horns. haru-san has no horns." you fell silent, the basket on your hip falling down into the grass with a heavy thud. finally looking up, you see him through the flapping sheets. he's there, undeniably there. he's not in the dark metal armor, but in his normal casual wear. his hair has grown longer, his face scruffy with a growing beard. if not for the ivory horns, he would've looked like your laios but older.
"c'mere baby." you tucked your son behind you, backing up closer to your house as he began to approach slowly. you don't know how he finally found you, but he won't take you back there, and he sure as hell won't take your son away from you.
"y/n!" he called out to you as your hand touched the door knob behind you, pulling it open and almost shoving your son into the home. you quietly whispered to him to hide and to not come out until you came to get him.
"what do you want?" he finally reached you, his body towering over just like before. laios simply grinned, reaching out to your face and brushing his clawed hand against the scar on your cheek.
"just wanted to talk to my lover again, it's good to see you y/n. beautiful as the day you left me those 4 years ago, you liar." the grip on your throat was sudden but expected, the raising you up from the floor while choking you out wasn't something you expected. you wriggled in his grasp, your own dull fingernails digging and scratching at his hand and forearm, legs kicking at his body.
laios was unfazed, his head tilting off to the side. "still the same weak and fragile girl. tell me, who's the kid? don't tell me you slept with another man after that unforgettable day we shared together. the thought of you with someone else is giving me a bad taste in my mouth, surely you don't mind if i—"
he made the motion with his thumb, sliding across his own neck slowly. you shook your head, tears in your eyes. anything but him. kill the entire village, but not your precious son. "—y-ours..."
laios paused, the grip on your neck loosening. "what?"
"he's—h-he's yours..." you dropped to the ground, falling to your side as you put a hand over your neck, coughing and hacking.
"we have a kid?" there was a giddiness to his voice as he crouched to your level, completely ignoring the fact that he was just about to kill your and your son. you only started to talk once you were able to breathe, throat still immensely sore.
"yes, i've never been with anyone else since you. that's the honest truth, no lies. he doesn't know that you're his dad and i—"
"because you didn't stay in the kingdom, didn't stay with me like you promised to. we're going back, it's better there."
"a dungeon is no place to raise a child! i'm not letting asahi go down there and i'm never going back there, i don't want anything to do with you laios. stop being so fucking dense for once and look at what's happened to you! you're... you're a monster!"
laios fell silent, as if you've physically hit him with the words that came out of your mouth. his eyes glanced down at the mark on your neck, down to his clawed hands which reached over to his horns. he then started laughing, tears falling down his cheeks.
"this is why i made you my right hand! if only you were honest all those years ago." he wiped with his sleeve, still amused with your outburts.
"fine. if you don't want to go back, then i'll be staying. the boy needs his father." you paled, not even considering that this was the worst case scenario compared to death.
"w-what about the dungeon? the kingdom? you can't just abandon you duties there!"
"marcille's got it in control, 'specially since she's a long-living species. she's better adept at those kinds of things, me? i'm nothing without you, so i'll raise asahi and the rest with you."
you sat yourself up, feeling your heart drop into your stomach. "...th-the rest?"
laios then licked his lips, those frighteningly pale yellow eyes curving with malicious intent.
"4 years was an awfully long time without you, think of it as not being able to indulge in your favorite meal. now then," he grabbed your ankle, pulling you underneath him and pining you down against the wooden deck. you could feel those same claws drag up your exposed thigh, a shiver shooting through you.
Would your ocs hypothetically let someone peg them? -🌷
tulip, you and pegging gotta be studied or sumn 😭
achelous: although he's from old greek/roman times, he follows heteronormative roles, so being the one getting fucked is off the list. i've briefly mentioned in his bio that he has conservative values when it comes to relationships. it's his role to breed, not them.
sung-jae: perhaps, but it's not his preference since he likes being the one in control. most likely a bratty power bottom if he does decide to get pegged lmao and he's so fucking noisy, you probably have to shove his face into the pillow.
pollux: like sung-jae, he's more someone that likes having control, esp since he's the next-in-line to be king in his clan, but he's more willing to get pegged than him. ngl i feel like he doesn't really care as much so long as he can cum lol
steinar: he was a viking and i quickly looked up some info, so him being the person taking the strap is unfortunately also off the list. he might consider it nowadays, but he'll most like still conform to being the one on top. damn you hypermasculinity of the old ages.
valerius: nope! although he has hella religious trauma and is a catholic-aligned priest, he prefers being the one having all the control. if he lost control of himself during that kind of thing, there's a slight fearful chance he has of actually wanting more of it hehe
levy: yk damn well he'll insist that he'll absolutely never get pegged or be the one taking dick, that he's definitely the top in the relationship. levy is NOT a top whatsoever, even with adon and/or vidia; that man is the one getting fucked, not the other way around and vidia don't even have to use a strap to prove it either LMAO
adon: yeah he def gets pegged by vidia, no question. she asked one time and he agreed to try it out cause he never tried it before with his past partners; he enjoyed the experience afterward, so they add it in their sex life every now and then cause prep takes forever and that's pretty much why it's infrequently done.
eros: also yes, no question; that man is more secure in his sexuality than levy. ngl as eden, he'd probably use his actual dick in the complete darkness and say that it's the strap if this is his partner prior to knowing who he actually is 😭
Could I ask for some Eros angst? Poor pretty man...
yes yes of course anon, i love to make my men sad LMAO
eros had once thought about getting plastic surgery to make him facially look more masculine. this happened when he was in a bout of very, very low self-esteem and doubts about himself, where he despised being eden, living a life built upon lies. his manager and make-up designer had to calm him down from making a very drastic mistake/alteration to his body/features, it was a huge mess and most likely his biggest fallout. it genuinely took him a while to learn how to properly love himself as both eden and eros, i think i mentioned before that he still has his low points but it's not as bad as before.
most of his toys/clothes that eros' mother bought him were thrown away/burned by his father. he maybe has a handful of items that were from his mother prior to her disappearance, but most of them that were from her are gone. eros' is barely clinging on the memory of her, sometimes he dreams of her but is unable to remember parts of her face or voice. all he knows is that she loved him so much, just not enough to bring him with her.
some days, eros goes hiking alone to find the most secluded area to scream his lungs out of all the frustration, anger, and sorrow that built up inside. he thinks it's better than therapy since no one truly understands what he's going through, and the echoes of his screams is the only way his words would be ever been listened to properly.
Can we have some of your headcanons for Bloodsports!Reiner and Desiderate!Bertholdt? 🇪🇪
ngl estonian anon, this was insanely difficult to do because i'm awful at making headcanons LMAO
okay so for bloodsports reiner:
bloodsports reiner wanted to chase after reader after he commented on her scent, especially when her scent turned so somber when she ran away. she actually plagued his mind that entire week before the next class because he genuinely felt bad about it, but couldn't find her since she took her suppressors again right after.
bloodsports reiner never ruts at all with other omegas, even when they're in immense heat. it's pretty irritating when his rut happens when he's alone because at that time, he doesn't want anyone near him, omega or alpha. he personally doesn't know why his biology doesn't kick in at all when he's doing them, but it just solidifies that he's never meant to be with them, thus being "practices" for his real true mate. reiner told reader that he has a line-up of omegas to please, but in reality, he never really answers their calls after the first time. he doesn't know why he lied (it was his ego).
bloodsports reiner works part-time at his mom's bakery when he's not in practice or studying for exams. to be honest, he only started doing hockey as his sport because he hopes to make it big so he can give her a better life than just making pastries and bread. he first didn't like playing it, but developing his secondary gender and playing it since his childhood with bertolt caused him to slowly develop a fondness over the sport.
bloodsports reiner genuinely feels like he's alone in the world, despite being surrounded by lots of friends and desired by many. it feels like he's drowning. none of it seems real and he'll go on long night walks alone with his thoughts about it, but since he never told anyone about his feelings and constantly bottles them up with distractions (parties, practice, work, studying, etc.), he takes it out in the games. he thinks him playing rough is the only time he feels like a person, as if that's his true self. violent, demanding, bloody. when he smelled reader's scent, it was literally the first time he's smelt someone so real and in turn, it caused him to latch onto her unhealthily.
bloodsports reiner has a secret to-do list of dates he wants to take reader on. it's all things she likes that she doesn't know that he knows about, even the more subtle ones that she offhandedly said once or twice thinking that he wasn't listening. he was listening, he always listens to her (in some cases).
bloodsports reiner would've preferred to court reader in the traditional manner if not for his screw-up with their first meeting and how aggressive his approaches are. he imagines it super cheesy and romantic, like he helped her pick up her pencil and their fingers touched and that's the event that kickstarted everything rather than him making fun of her strong scent. if she was just a simple-brained omega, everything would've been easier, but that wouldn't be her y'know. he likes her ambition, but wants it toned down to his standards.
for desiderate bertolt:
desiderate bertolt after the mission (where he was in the infirmary for a bit and had his personality change) developed a craving for near-raw meat or anything that tastes similar to blood. i think his craving for it is probably up to par to eren's (since i have a solidified headcanon with titan shifters that all of them have cravings for blood the more they kill/shift), but he tries to control it through slightly cooked cow and pork blood/meat. his teeth, especially his canines, developed to be even more sharper to be able to cut and tear into meat or flesh.
desiderate bertolt picked up the habit of smoking after his dad passed, around the time when reader was holing herself up in her home. his dad was a smoker, and bertolt used to hate the smell and taste of it all the time, but now it's a crutch to everything he's going through and a somewhat comforting reminder of his dad.
desiderate bertolt decided to have reader be brought along with them on a whim to be honest. he already lost annie, and he liked reader enough to be around, so she kinda originally was supposed to be a replacement for her (pretty sad and horrible of him, he knows that). BUT as their relationship develops prior to the bar scene, he starts falling in love with the reader as her own person, even if it was formed out of his original guilt or out of the trauma he has (answered from a different ask). then after the bar scene and he comes back all fucked up, his mentality turns into her, her, her, her since he still feels bad for ruining their bond again and he has this obsession with "fixing" it.
desiderate bertolt is considered to be the top marriage candidate out of all the warriors due to him being able to do most of the housework and cooking when his dad gets episodes of sickness/weakness. it's almost natural how he knows what to get in groceries for the entire week, from breakfast to dinner (occasionally dessert). it's why he and reader had weeks where he'd help her either grocery shopping, besides him wanting to hang out with her.
desiderate bertolt takes pretty frequent naps due to how much effort and energy it takes to transform. this means he also has quite a lot of energy in his human form, so he sometimes has days where if he doesn't spend it all, he gets insomnia and will tend to be up all night. bertolt's pretty night owly too, so it doesn't really bother him that often.
desiderate bertolt picked up carving/whittling as a hobby when he was waiting to be thrown into the battle. he's pretty good at it, doesn't matter how soft or hard the material is or how little material he has. wood's a good material and rocks are okay, but he's been practicing with animal bones and making designs into the surface; he has yet to make objects out of them, but he finds the challenge with this particular material more enjoyable than the others.
What would your femboys do for their S/O's birthday?
eros isn't the most extravagant, but he means very well. if he was eden, it would be more flashy and more public, but he would personally celebrate in a more down-to-earth style where it's just the two of them. it's most likely a vacation to an area that his partner constantly talks about going to but not having the funds to be able to visit the place, so he surprises them with plane tickets and a fully paid off hotel/resort, like he'll pay for anything no matter how much they protest that he doesn't have to. he didn't earn that money off of modeling for nothing!! eros enjoys making his partner happy and the amount of money he spends is nothing compared to the smile on their face.
naomi is similar, but he goes for fancy restaurants; if he really trusts his partner, then he would go to personal areas that he found himself that no one else knows about or is rather unpopular. he may seem dodgy and fake on the outside, but he's quite honest and humble; he's simply embarrassed and ashamed of showing his origins, something he tries to ignore or avoids bringing up. naomi would rather flaunt the wealth he has than seem like he has nothing at all again.
ren is more of an athletic person and interested in nature, so he and his partner would definitely go on hikes or exploring national parks. museum dates are most likely involved when it comes to him, he simply loves to learn and enjoys gaining knowledge. it'll be a quiet dinner date in one of their favorite restaurants and then afterwards, birthday sex that's completely focused on his partner 😛 he strikes me as the type to perform birthday sex than the others tbh, especially since he's always on-call for work.
rowan is the most humble out of all of them, expect a birthday basket filled of stuff that his partner likes, a personally-made cake with the help of his sisters, and an art activity (could be painting or pottery/clay-making). he'd definitely throw in an art piece he's been working on along with his class work where it's his partner in different perspectives that he's caught when they're hanging out together where he thought she was the most beautiful in (which is all the time, but lighting and the moments made them special to him).
