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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! Iām 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.
ā°āā¤ āøāøā My Street & My Inner Demons ą Ė.
Asch
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ Asch notices your habit long before he understands it. To him, it doesnāt 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
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ In Daemos, that kind of behavior is synonymous with soul instability, possession, or impending death. The first few times it happens, Aschās temper flares immediately. He snaps orders at you louder than necessary, barked commands sharp enough to cut through stone, convinced youāre ignoring him or challenging his authority
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ When you donāt respond right away, his irritation turns into something far more dangerous alarm. He has seen people lose themselves before. It never ends well
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ The moment it truly unsettles him is when you almost get hurt because of it. You drift while walking just for a moment and donāt notice the edge of uneven ground or a threat nearby
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ Asch grabs you harshly, yanking you back into place, flames flickering unconsciously around his hands as he demands to know what spell youāre under. But when you come back fully confused, breathing unevenly, apologising too fast, eyes wide with shame instead of defiance his anger stalls. You donāt 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 heās really doing is keeping you within armās reach
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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 itās 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 itās like your mind learned to escape into stories to survive, the way Daemos sometimes retreat into controlled trances or rituals to endure pain. āTheyāre not leaving because they want to,ā she says firmly. āTheyāre leaving because their brain thinks itās safer.ā
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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 isnāt defiance but a defense forces him to reframe every interaction heās had with you
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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 doesnāt apologize outright his pride wonāt allow it but his behavior shifts unmistakably after that conversation. He stops shouting your name when you drift and starts saying it lower, closer
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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. Thereās a possessive edge to it not ownership, but protection like heās decided that if your mind insists on wandering, then nothing will touch you while it does
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ In quieter moments, Asch watches you more than you realize. He notices the way your fingers twitch when youāre halfway gone, the way your breathing changes, the exact second your eyes refocus when you come back
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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 itās platonic, the care is just as intense, only framed as duty: the prince protecting someone under his command
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ Either way, Asch never lets you feel like a liability again. He doesnāt like that your mind escapes but he understands now that it kept you alive. And that, to him, is not weakness. Itās proof that you endured
Rhys
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ Rhys notices your maladaptive daydreaming before anyone else but unlike Asch, his first response isnāt anger. Itās observation. He clocks the delayed reactions, the way your eyes unfocus mid-sentence, the subtle shift in posture that signals youāve mentally stepped somewhere else
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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 donāt truly register whatās happening around you Rhys begins categorizing it as something more complex. To him, it resembles a dissociative trance, unintentional and dangerously uncontrolled.
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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 doesnāt scold you or raise his voice instead, he quietly restructures his behavior around you
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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 itās compulsive, often tied to anxiety or trauma, and that pulling someone out of it too abruptly can cause distress
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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. āYou did nothing wrong,ā he says, tone firm but kind. āYour mind responded the only way it knew how.ā
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ In a romantic reading, Rhysā 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
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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 youāre ready to. Thereās a quiet sadness in his eyes when he realizes how often you chose imagination over reality because reality hurt more
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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 heās always there, calm and unshaken
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ Pierce notices it before anyone else does the way your gaze unfocuses mid-conversation, how your shoulders go slack like youāve slipped somewhere far away without moving an inch. At first, he assumes itās fear or shock
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ Earth is loud, overwhelming, too alive. But then it keeps happening even in quiet moments. Youāll be sitting safely indoors, maybe near a window or curled on the floor, and suddenly your eyes glaze over as if youāre watching something only you can see. Pierce never snaps his fingers in front of your face or raises his voice to pull you back
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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 āAre you hurt?ā Not what were you thinking, not where did you go just whether youāre safe
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ Your maladaptive daydreaming unsettles him in a way he doesnāt fully understand at first. On Daemos, dissociation like that usually came from trauma, curses, or magic backlash
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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 didnāt 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
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ When you explain haltingly, embarrassed that you donāt always mean to leave, that your mind just does it, Pierce listens with his full attention. No interruptions. No judgment. He kneels so heās at eye level, enormous frame folding carefully, and nods once when you finish. āThen I will watch,ā he says. āSo you donāt disappear alone.ā
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ From then on, he becomes your anchor without ever trying to be your leash. If he notices you slipping, heāll gently ground you offering his hand, pressing his thumb against your wrist so you can feel his pulse, murmuring a single word like āHere.ā He never drags you back harshly. He knows forcing someone out of their head can feel like ripping open a wound
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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 doesnāt call them childish or delusions. He calls them creations
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ Sometimes, when youāre curled up nearby and muttering bits of dialogue under your breath, heāll quietly ask questions later. āThe warrior you spoke ofā¦ did they survive?ā And when you look startled that he remembered, he simply shrugs. āIt was important to you.ā Over time, you realise he sees your inner world not as something broken, but as proof of how deeply you feel how hard youāve fought to stay alive in your own way
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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 doesnāt scold you for worrying
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ He sits beside you and removes his gauntlet so his bare hand can rest against yours. Warm. Real. Solid. āI am here,ā he says, voice low and steady. āI came back.ā 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
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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 donāt see him as a monster haunting your reality. You see him as part of the world youāre willing to stay present in
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ You donāt 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 otherās anchors two people who know what itās like to live halfway between worlds, choosing, again and again, to stay
Leif
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ Leif notices your maladaptive daydreaming in the worst possible way at first in the middle of danger. One second youāre 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
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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. Itās dissociation. Itās escape, and Leif knows exactly what it looks like when someone leaves their body because staying hurts too much
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ Once he understands, his behavior shifts not softer in the obvious ways, but more intentional. Leif doesnāt coddle. He positions himself between you and threats when your focus slips. He keeps moving, keeps talking, keeps you tethered with noise and presence
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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 itās teasing when itās actually grounding. āHey,ā he mutters. āStay with me. You can wander later.ā Thereās no shame in his voice, just urgency. He doesnāt want to lose you to the world inside your head the way he lost everyone who ever promised to stay
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ Your daydreams fascinate him more than he admits. Theyāre elaborate, vivid stories layered over stories, alternate versions of yourself where youāre braver, loved more openly, never abandoned
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ Leif pretends he doesnāt listen when you ramble about them half-embarrassed, but he remembers details. He remembers names. He remembers plotlines. Sometimes, when heās lounging nearby pretending to clean his blades, heāll casually ask, āThat one world you made does it have forests?ā And when you light up, startled that he paid attention, he smirks like itās no big deal. But it is. He doesnāt let many peopleās inner worlds touch his own. The fact that he lets yours in means more than he knows how to say
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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 doesnāt try to take them away from you. Heād never do that. He knows what happens when coping mechanisms are ripped out without replacements he lived it
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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. āYou can disappear after,ā he says lightly. āJust- eat first.ā
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ There are moments when your daydreams turn dark spirals, imagined betrayals, endings where everyone leaves. Leif senses those shifts immediately
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ He gets quieter then, more dangerous in a controlled way. He sits close, knees touching, and says blunt things like, āIām still here.ā Or, āIf youāre imagining me leaving, stop. I wonāt.ā He doesnāt promise forever lightly promises were lies told to him before people vanished but when Leif says something like that, itās 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.
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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 youāre half-lost in a fantasy and heās half-lost in memories, you sit back-to-back both of you grounded by shared presence even while your minds wander elsewhere
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ He never says it out loud, but you become proof that escape doesnāt always mean running away. Sometimes itās just resting somewhere safe before returning. And if Leif has anything to say about it, that safe place will always include him
Noi
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ Noi notices your maladaptive daydreaming almost immediately not because itās obvious, but because he watches you. A lot. Youāll be mid-conversation, or sitting beside him sharing food, and suddenly your responses slow, your eyes drifting just past him like youāre looking through a doorway only you can see
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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 youāre 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. āD-donāt do that,ā he says shakily. āI thought I lost you.ā That fear never really goes away but it becomes quieter once he understands whatās happening
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ When you explain maladaptive daydreaming, Noi listens with the kind of attention that makes you feel painfully seen. He doesnāt interrupt. He doesnāt question whether itās real. He just nods, wide amber eyes serious. āSoā¦ itās like your brain takes you somewhere safe when things get scary?ā When you say yes, he exhales like something heavy has finally been set down. Compassion makes sense to him it always has
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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 doesnāt yank you back. He sits close and talks softly, narrating small things to keep you tethered. āIām still here. Youāre sitting next to me. Johnnyās sleeping. Nothing bad is happening.ā
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ 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 heās 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
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ He praises you constantly when you come back on your own. āGood job,ā he says softly, like you just did something incredibly brave. āYou came back.ā No one has ever made returning to reality feel like an accomplishment before, and it nearly breaks you the first time he does
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ Your daydreams themselves fascinate Noi. He asks about them with genuine excitement, like theyāre stories youāre gifting him. āWait, wait tell me again! That one where youāre a hero?ā He laughs, blushes, gets emotionally invested, cheering for versions of you that exist only in your head
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ Sometimes, when youāre embarrassed and say theyāre silly, he shakes his head fiercely. āTheyāre not! You made a whole world. Thatāsā¦ really cool.ā He doesnāt realise it yet, but heās doing something incredibly important. Heās teaching you that your inner world doesnāt have to be hidden to be accepted.
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ Noi does struggle, though especially when your daydreams pull you away during moments heās already afraid. When you go quiet while Asch is angry, or when danger looms, Noiās anxiety spikes hard
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ He clings to you then, literally positioning himself in front of you even though heās the weakest knight. āYou canāt leave right now,ā he whispers urgently. āPlease. Stay with me.ā Itās not a demand itās a plea from someone who knows what itās like to be overlooked, discarded, almost killed for being ātoo soft.ā The idea of losing you, even temporarily, terrifies him.
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ But you help Noi just as much as he helps you. You reassure him when he feels useless, when he worries heās dead weight without magic. You remind him that compassion saved Ava, saved him, saved you more times than he realizes
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ When he spirals, you ground him squeezing his hands, repeating his name, telling him heās doing enough. Together, you become proof that softness isnāt weakness. That drifting doesnāt mean giving up. That staying even imperfectly is an act of courage
āāā ļ¼Ā°Ėā§ Ėā ā¹ To Noi, you arenāt broken for escaping into your mind. Youāre strong for surviving the world in a way that kept your heart intact and as long as heās around, youāll never have to come back alone
I love being a multishipper and they're soo fun,,, even if I'd die for Pierva omGGG they're so,,,
but this is the first fully rendered and finished piece of 2026 !! Isn't that cool !! And I managed it before February started ! well,,, technically this is the first anyway if you don't count a silly little Werewolf Garroth tail wagging animated GIF hehe I mean that's also pretty fully rendered yk so
I'm not particularly planning on posting that here but if you guys wanna see it let me know and I will :) !!
Some uncolored headshots for the Daemos boys! I literally love this series so much. I mean i love everything Aphmau does but honestly this is the series im most excited to see return!
im so excited for my inner demons season 2 because I can feel it in my bones that their gonna pull a mystreet and progressively make the story darker and crazier
Like imagine a my inner demons version of the green laser scene or smt man š
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