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a/n: had to make a mini edit now that I plan on using tumblr frequently! I want to connect with people and fangirl about shared interests hehe :D

hello hello!! you can call me faye or lunaefreya <3 // 18 // she/her // enfp guhhhh // hi if you want more info, read my carrd ! i'm a person on the internet who writes for both self-indulgence and for the joy of others !!! I don't really have a set schedule, I do whatever I want ☠️

sometimes i can go weeks without writing anything.. or i'm able to post multiple pieces of works in the span of a week or so - all depends on my inspiration and free time! c:

if you wanna chitchat about anything you can lowk hit me up on disc: lunaefreya😝i'm fun to talk to i pinky promise !11!!!1!1!!!

I rarely organize my posts so expect loads of chaos because that's how i operate as a writer and as a poster?!? (does it do me any favors? not really lmao) ☠️‼️⁉️⁉️⁉️ but i manage to make it work occasionally 😁

who and what will i mainly write about?

this is a zzz centered blog but i'm very much open to the other two hoyo games (hsr & gi)! + open to writing for other characters !! the characters listed below are the characters i'll primarily focus on, that's all 🙂‍↕️ zenless zone zero!! - mainly hugo since he's a character i love the most and know the best ???!! and hes so cute to me awwwwwww i love you and your theatrical flamboyant ways <3

- harumasa because my bestie @nemoibemoi loves him and i quite like his character !! he's so bestie coded to me 😭and very relatable too

- severian because goodness gracious he's so fine and i love men who look like they can kill me if i act out of line!!! 😁😁😁i love them serious and intimidating!!!

- wise because he's really cute to me and very much a dork and i love cute dorks like wise gueheughe i wanna ruffle his stupid hair hes so cute ughgeu - seth because he was one of the first zzz men i loved in 1.1 before i decided to do lycaon's agent story thingie and saw hugo in 1.4😭 but seth is very much a cutie and i really love his silliness and sincere character as a whole <3 honkai star rail!!! - caelus because hes so cute and upid i love him so much hes such a silly goober UHGEUGHEGUH a cutie patootie he is i NEED to do side quests with this man - blade but same reason as severian, lowkenuinely my day 1 he literally carried me through my 4 years of highschool ngl 😭 - i love moze he's silly too, also same reason as blade and severian are we seeing a pattern here - i like phainon he's adorable like awawwhawh cutie!!! such a green flag !!

persona 5 - hi so i still have to finish playing the game before i can EVEN write about them i'm too scared to make them ooc (maybe ill do headcanons hahehaeh) but the oneshots GOTTAAA wait till i actually sit down and resume my save from last yr march spring break!! I still have no clue how to structure everything and such, so expect me to mess up many... many times.

i don't think I'm gonna write full-blown 45k word fics... not there yet. However.. expect the typical headcanons, short fics, mini drawings, song and character analyzations and random blurts of ideas i have going on in my noggin.

a few things to note...

𖤐 I don't plan on writing NSFW at all, mainly because i am uncomfortable with writing that type of material. I can write suggestive stuff here and there, but NSFW is a no-go for me.

𖤐 i may or may not edit my posts right after i post them... because i just KNOW i made a mistake there once or twice... or may add more material (i.e: the headcanon series i'm doing) because my brain is never organized D:

(i will add a small '🫧' emoji to next to the new bullet point to symbolize the extra bullet point i added moving forward <3). 𖤐 I write the reader as neutral as possible so anyone can have the ability to insert themselves as they so wish. If the reader has specific personality traits/quirks/physical trait/gender etc, then I'll make sure to address it at the beginning of each post :D

and i may or may not yearn for anything harumasa related.. i was wondering if you’d ever do a harumasa headcannon post, i have absolutely no imagination whatsoever and i think it’s so silly and fun whenever i just see other people’s takes🦭

also, happy birthday!! it may be a bit late for that now but yah!^_^

harumasa headcanons (school au)

wc: ~2.6k notes: might be ooc, very long.. it's 7 pages on the google doc goodness gracious... 💔 a/n: hello!!!!! your request was NOT forgotten!! I was just very busy in surviving living through my last few weeks of senior year and finishing up other works before i got to your lovely request! hopefully you enjoy it because i sure as hell did!! it's kinda beefy with a few snippets that cannot even be called snippets with how long they are, but yeah! <3 and also thank you for the kind words, they're very much appreciated! hopefully i did his amazing and charismatic character justice here 😭 your wish is very much my command!!! :D

🌻homeschooled in his early years because his chronic illness kept him weak and bed-bound 24/7. yet as time passed and he grew older and able to support himself, he was enrolled into a public school by his master.

🌻One would think he’d be unable to integrate himself within a new environment immediately, but it’s Harumasa we’re talking about here 😭

🌻Many guys may not bond with Harumasa over sports he doesn’t play many sports (football, baseball, etc) but they will definitely bond over playing video games together.

🌻he’d be such a SWEAT on clash royale.

🌻Imagine you’re sitting in class, minding your own business and out of nowhere you hear the obnoxious clash royale startup™ sound at max volume 💔

🌻look to your right and lo and behold - Harumasa… playing clash royale in the middle of class. Without a care in the world, by the way.

🌻“What are you doing-?” you lean slightly over his shoulders, watching your seatmate seemingly lock in on clash royale. “playing.” Harumasa replies, half paying attention to the conversation and not really. Eyes glued to his screen like a dedicated ipad kid. You let out a soft hum of acknowledgement at his focus, brows furrowed. “in the middle of class??” he glances up from his screen, making eye contact with you- prolonging it than necessary. “Yup.” slowly, he resumed back to his gaming shenanigans with no issue.

🌻Throws trash from his seat because he's lazy, the trash actually making it into the trash can is a question we don’t ask.

🌻The big question… would he join clubs? - yes and no.

🌻On one hand he seems like the type who doesn’t join clubs only because he doesn’t want to prolong his stay at school.. But he’d only join two clubs at best.

🌻Archery - not because he wanted to, but because his master wanted him to do so in order to continue honing his skills/so his skills don’t become rusty just because he isn’t home as often.

🌻Photography - joined willingly because unlike archery, he actually handpicked photography and is more inclined to show up with genuine enthusiasm (he enjoys archery too, but not as much as photography, i’d wager).

🌻many girls will like him for a plethora of reasons: he’s easy to get along with, he’s magnetic, he’s not a creepy weirdo so they’ll be more open in befriending him. but most importantly… he’s a pretty boy AND charismatic.

🌻Thanks to the girls liking him enough to befriend him, he knows all the girl drama because other girls basically view him as a girl as well! And best BELIEVE he’ll tell you ALL of it, no questions asked. He is SO the type to say when someone tells him: “be sure to not tell anyone else ok…” - “mhm.. This little secret will stay with me till the day i die~” (which isn’t anytime soon) so of course he only tells one person and it’s you💔he knows you won’t go around spilling the tea, it’s between you two to sit down and decipher during lunch.

🌻“(name)...” harumasa says, his voice giddy with how he sits beside you on the bench, lips quirked up and shaky, as if unable to contain himself any longer. “Hm? What seems to be the matter?” you look at him curiously, to which prompts harumasa to let out a chuckle at your cluelessness. “Don’t you know?? The two girls??”

He slouches against the bench, “oh you know…” you nod your head, gesturing for him to continue… and to stop withholding this seemingly crucial piece of information? “Those two in our class.. Fighting for the same guy..” he sighs loudly, “ the same two girls fighting for a guy who, and i quote.. ‘Isn’t gay’” he waves his hand nonchalantly. “Pfft.. what type of cope is that?”

“Oh come on!!” you roll your eyes. “Harumasa… you know gossiping isn’t very-” - “noble? Pfft?? I’m only gathering useful intel on our fellow classmates?” he shrugged off your words with a mere carefree grin of his. “Besides… it’s journalism. you may want to dabble on that if you’d like to keep yourself afloat in the real world~”

🌻And yes.. Harumasa would be quite the snark, no one will believe you because it’s hidden underneath all that friendliness and easygoing attitude he has going on for the rest of the people who don’t know him nearly as well as you, yanagi, miyabi, soukaku and the phaethon siblings.

🌻Despite those amazing… qualities harumasa has, many of his classmates may dislike him for a few reasons.

🌻A big one being… the worst partner for group projects.

🌻Slacker™

🌻He’s that one classmate where everyone DREADS to be partnered up with, the one where you are internally giving the RNG gods the middle finger for giving you a horrible roll 💔

🌻Expect to do 90 percent of the work on those group/duo projects when working with him.

🌻Harumasa seems like the type to sit down, rest his head on his desk because he “needs to take a break from working” for “five minutes” and proceeds to be out COLD.

🌻But…

🌻Contrary to popular belief, harumasa is actually a skilled/hard worker when he willingly sets time aside to complete work. He’s capable of completing work AND doing it outstandingly well, but most of the time? He only ever wants to laze around and relax.

🌻just because he’s a professional slacker does NOT mean he doesn’t pull his own weight when absolutely necessary.

🌻Don’t think you’ll be on the project document by yourself before the assignment is due JUST because it’s 3 am - you’ll see Harumasa on the doc too.

🌻Yeah… it’ll show he’s idle on the document and you’ll be like: “Sounds about right, he hasn’t done anything for the project at all!!!”

🌻But the moment you click the little show history??? You’ll see 95% of the project completed.

🌻Questions? Answered with a paragraph or two, three if he’s feeling particularly ambitious. Citation page? Completed AND done properly.

🌻And you’re there like: “???? what ???? since when does he do his work on time??”

🌻And at the bottom of his section, you’ll see a short message meant either for you or anyone else who so happens to be on the document at 3 am. It’ll read like: “Finished my part of the project, feel free to check my work for any mistakes - see you in class tomorrow :)”

🌻Funnily enough, he also seems like the type to communicate to you via the document for funsies. Expect a friendly “helloo! :)” or a “oh!? you’re on the doc too??!”

🌻But if there are moments where harumasa doesn’t pull his weight (which is rare, but let’s say hypothetically) and it’s a group presentation - expect him to bullshit his way through the entire presentation and still end up getting full marks 💔

🌻Harumasa can feel his poor heart sink to his butt when he realizes he has to be the one answering the questions. His eyes shift between you, his groupmates - trying to assess the situation. And then back at his classmates, sitting there, watching him intently. 🌻Sighing internally, he quickly snaps his head to fully face the audience, smiling charismatically. Acting like he isn’t shitting his pants at this very moment. “Any questions?” he inquires, a single brow raised in such a way you weren’t sure if he’s busy looking for a raised hand, or if he’s busy racking his brain in order to figure out how to bullshit his answer in a way that’s believable.

🌻And the moment someone raises their hand? Best believe he’s smiling through the pain.

🌻But even if he doesn’t work on the project via compiling sources and analyzing, etc, then he’ll pull his end of the bargain by yapping up a storm in those group presentations.

🌻So if you’re… 1. an introvert, 2. you’re shy, 3. Or you’re none of those things but you happen to be someone who hates public speaking overall.. then harumasa would be a literal godsend.

🌻professional yapper™

🌻Because of his easy going and generally carefree personality, he’ll definitely attract people without meaning to. He’s one of those people who can make you feel as if you can talk about anything and everything with, he just seems to get it somehow.

🌻So of course, in return, makes him pretty popular/well-liked amongst his peers, despite his… questionable work habits, or lack thereof.

🌻Like sure, he doesn’t mind chatting it up to his classmates, doesn’t hurt to talk to new people once in a while.

🌻But relationships can be quite tiring to maintain, and knowing harumasa? He’d be one of those people who knows a BUNCH of people (LOADS of connections), but once you ask him how many friends he has? he’d say he only has 6 friends. 3-4 of those friends being his actual close ones. He likes to keep his close circle small - easy to maintain and he finds it enjoyable that way :D

🌻^ in addition, he’ll probably have two social media accounts where… “main account but treats it like a burner” - the one where he hands his username out willy-nilly - hands his username out to people he deems acquaintances/classmates/have no desire of getting close with - a bunch of followers, has one post with tons of likes and that’s it 😭

🌻^ “His actual main account” aka that one account where he rarely hands out his username. If he gives you his username? Never doubt how much you mean to him ever again 😔posts a bit more on his private account but it’s not saying a lot, you can see what he likes a bit more since he’s active on it, has 6 followers and that’s it.

🌻Just because harumasa knows alot of people doesn’t mean they know-know him. Those who really know harumasa may have gotten a taste for his snarky/witty side 💔he keeps that side of him tight on a leash i fear (or not), depends on his mood.

🌻Is that one student who gets plenty of early dismissals within a week, is dismissed from school 2-3 hours earlier than everyone else so in return that makes his peers envious of him.

🌻Front desk on speaker: “Can I get harumasa sent down to the main office for an early dismissal?” 

unfortunate teacher: “yeah-” Students all in unison:  “ohhh my GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!”

🌻If unable to head home early due to complications concerning the attendance office or he was unable to convince his master, then he’d stop by the library to wind down for the time being - probably best buds with the librarian.

🌻The librarian visibly perks up at the sound of the bell chiming, signaling the arrival of another student. As soon as they notice that it's the infamous Harumasa, they let out a weary yet understanding sigh - as if he could feel the massive weight the young student has to carry on his shoulders due to his illness. “Hm? Is it one of those days, I presume?” they inquire as Harumasa inches closer to their front desk, watching the young student with a patience the attendance lady never had for him. “Yup… one of those….” Harumasa let out a deep sigh he didn’t know he had in him, his voice sounding garbled. It sounded as if there was fluid within his lungs by how… drained and out of it he seemed. The librarian hummed, nodding their head in quiet understanding that never needed to be announced. “The comfortable chairs aren’t being used,” they informed softly, to which Harumasa gave a weary but grateful smile - so earnest it lifted the librarian’s spirits as well. “...Thank you…” he muttered under his breath as he dragged himself to his secluded corner of the library, refusing anyone to see him at his current sorry state.

🌻Attendance office lady HATES to see him approaching, especially if he has a tardy slip in his hand 💔his excuses for being late are actually abysmal it’s hilarious. You aren’t sure if he’s playing it up for shits and giggles or if he’s actually serious, it’s hard to tell with harumasa when he has that permanent, “i could never do no wrong” grin on his face.

🌻“Reason for being late?” The front desk attendant asked, looking up at Harumasa and you from her glasses with a fierce look in her eyes, clearly not wanting any funny business from him especially. In kind, Harumasa continues his innocent charade, tilting his head inquisitively. “Oh you know…” he sighs loudly, giving you a glance from the corner of his eyes, sending you the glance of: “I’ll take it from here~” Oh boy. You remained silent, standing beside him idly, causing the attendant to raise her eyebrow - a sign for him to continue. “The usual… my illness flaring up…” he places his gloved hand to his chest, his heart specifically. “...and… because (name) and I had so valiantly saved a fish from drowning…”

The ever so icy attendant blinked slowly. As if making sure she heard right. “I beg your pardon?” Harumasa grinned, but his grin was wiped off his face almost immediately in order to keep his melancholy stricken facade in place. He sighs once more, nodding his head solemnly like a lonely, weeping maiden. “Yes… it was truly tragic.” he shrunk slightly. “You have to understand how dire the situation was, right? After all…” he raised his head up, now suddenly confident. “(name) and I went through plenty of tribulations to get us to where we are today, completed a heroic deed - a deed no other student can top, especially if we managed to save the fish.” He wiggled his pointer finger. “So.. you might as well excuse us from our very reasonable tardiness?”

Harumasa gestured to you by tilting his head, receiving the signal to take his tardy slip and offering both your tardy slips to the attendant - hoping she’d bite her tongue and excuse you both. The attendant stared at you and harumasa, then at your outstretched hand holding the tardy slips. Cold. Looking as if the two of you had insulted the entirety of her bloodline. “Nice try.” She scoffed, her voice clipped with how she snatched the tardy slips out of your hand. “A for effort,” she scribbles on both the tardy slips, sharp eyes now settling on you both, causing the hairs on the back of Harumasa’s neck to stand up. “F for execution.” With a sharp whip of her hand, the attendant pointed to the security desk. Unforgiving. “You both know what to do. Get to it.” “Awh man… really??” - “I won’t repeat myself.”

🌻he’s probably one of those students who pulls up to the school parking lot, looks at the time, realizes he’s 5 minutes late to his first period, then proceeds to say: “ahhhh i can just wait it out in my carrrrrrrr, i’ll enter the building during passing period.” he says as he slouches against his car seat, doomscrolling on his phone lazily like he isn’t parked in the middle of the school parking lot.

🌻Senioritis has nothing on him. He had it for years prior 😭he knows ball

🌻No but the moment senioritis hits for Harumasa, it doesn’t seem like anything changed because this man is always lazy. But oh, it’s there alright - he will raise his hands up and say “Nahhhh, not doing it.” when it comes to completing assignments close to the end of spring. “School basically ended! Why do I have to continue working?? Pfft, it's not like I'll fail if I don't complete it anyways, where’s the harm in not doing it?”

wc: ~6.1k includes: 5-6 bulletpoints + snippets per character! c/w: might be ooc, very silly, bugs mentioned, quite angsty in seth's section whoops😭(it gets lighthearted in the end i pinky promise).

Hugo Vlad

𑣲 can kill bugs without a hitch. not scared of bugs in general, has dealt with horrors far more triggering. a mere bug cannot shake him into submission  - but it doesn’t mean he won’t feel at least a bit grossed out by the bug itself. Is the type to NOT let a bug touch his bare hands, will have to use another item like a tissue and or cup to kill the bug 💔(normally makes vivian kill the bug, she probably has a higher tolerance for bugs in general than hugo). 𑣲 but if it means he’s capable of pissing you and or vivian off with only the dead remains of a small little bug?? he’d ignore his general distaste for bugs, at least by a little bit if it means he gets to evoke a reaction. 𑣲 he’s one of those people who have a scarily accurate/godly aim when it comes to catching bugs (he’s a literal thief, his ability to steal anything and everything HASSS to be top tier). It's almost mesmerizing… minus the disturbing factor of having to catch a bug. if he has to go and capture a bug with mere chopsticks - then he’s able to do so within the first try without much issue. 𑣲 revels in the chaos that’s about to ensue the moment the roach decides to move a centimeter closer to where you’re from. as soon as you give him the panicked look of “hugo vlad you’re literally the man of the house what are you DOING !! go kill it!!” 𑣲 and what does hugo do? he stands still. seemingly unfazed by your quiet, incessant pleas. though you don’t miss the subtle grin playing on his lips as he watches the chaos begin to stir within the mockingbird hideout.

“me? you want me to kill the wretched vermin?” hugo inquires, tapping his chin with his index finger in deep thought, rubbing in the fact he’s literally doing nothing at the moment to take action. “you want me... to get my hands dirty… after i had just finished painting my nails? what do you take me for?”

he scoffed, waving off his hand, acting as if this whole situation was nothing but insignificant. (it isn’t), “I’m most certainly not a bug exterminator,” he sighed heavily, “although… if i were a bug exterminator, my services would come at a hefty price-”

before you even allowed hugo to finish his sentence, you cut him off with a loud blood curdling scream as soon as the roach decided to take off from the wall and commence war, the sounds of the roach’s wings whirling did far more harm than good.

and you? you were shitting your pants in sheer horror. if this were a small bug, or hell, even a fat fly?? you’d be a-okay! no screaming involved, just a quiet death in the midst of a warm and humid summer day, no biggie!

but a fat, FLYING cockroach?? out of all things?

yeah no, it’s safe to assume that you’ve clocked out. killing that hellspawn was out of the question - it’s wraps.

and now it’s hugo’s turn!

without much thinking on his part, he grabbed a nearby paper cup with elegant haste and swung the opening end of the cup at the flying roach, catching it in the process without much trouble. to hugo, this was nothing more than child’s play, just a little bug extermination in hopes you don’t accidentally get a heart attack.

now that wouldn’t be a fabulous outcome, he thinks.

he pinched the paper cup with his pointer and thumb by the rim in a bone crushing grip, refusing the captured flying roach to get any ideas about escaping a thief’s grip alive, much less an esteemed and infamous one as hugo. “ah ah ah, no escaping you little rascal,” hugo crooned as soon as he felt the subtle rattle and irregular, panicked tapping from within the cup in his grip. “you’ve caused enough trouble for my lovely friend over there,” he gestured to you with a subtle tilt of his head, chastising a child (roach) for its silly mischief, “...you might as well pay for your transgressions, right~?”

“for a cost, of course,” he shook the cup slightly, taunting. “...a cost that i deem appropriate.. and i have high standards~”

there’s no way he’s talking to a literal roach, out of all things!! is he crazy-?!?!

“ever heard of ‘a life for a life’?” he chuckled, the sound silky and rich despite its threatening undertones, “ah, bet you haven’t. you don’t have the emotional capacity of grasping a concept larger than your entire life, but it’s the best your measly life can offer.”

and now it was the roach’s turn to feel fear.

having grown tired of listening to the roach’s useless pleading against the cup, he crushed the paper cup in his hand in silent finality and nonchalance. he shot you a knowing look, scheming. “well?” he tilted his head, ignoring how his nose crinkled instinctively at the stench of death that emanated from the now dirty paper cup. “what’s done is done, don’t you think?”

hugo watched as you let out a breath of relief you didn’t know you were holding, saw how the tension in your shoulders from before seemed to mellow out, coaxing a tiny, sincere smile to grace his lips in response. yet that sweet and sincere smile was quickly wiped off his lips when a mischievous idea made itself comfortable in the crevices of his mind. shaking the crumpled paper cup filled with the crushed roach without much thought, he offered it to you with a knowing grin.

“want to check if it’s truly dead?” he offered lazily. hugo knew it was dead. obviously, he made sure of it. but it wouldn’t be fun if he didn’t get his piece of the pie by not subtly poking fun at your fear - silly as it was endearing to him. 

“it’s merely protocol-”

 “no.”

Asaba Harumasa

𑣲 generally indifferent to bugs if they were ordinary, small and insignificant bugs like flies or mosquitos. if he’s not feeling entirely lazy or if the bug actively gets in the way of him lazing around working. 𑣲 then he’d kill it without much thought. he’ll only need a small tissue and simply call the bug’s life quits from there. 𑣲 if harumasa’s capable of killing big and scary ethereals with little to no fear at all? then surely he’s capable of killing any and every bug that’s out there… right? wrong. you are sorely mistaken. 𑣲 as soon as a spider bigger than a dime is on the battlefield? he’ll fold, but not immediately. 𑣲 he may try to hold his ground against the eight-legged creature before him, his stance rigid and ready to pounce… but pounce without much enthusiasm as he’d like. with quiet, underlying hesitation. 𑣲 don’t expect him to be too thrilled about killing it though, expect plenty complaints and demands for compensations for his “noble sacrifice”

“(name)?” harumasa called your name out in confusion, watching you with a curious gaze as he noticed you stand eerily still, as if your feet were glued to the wooden floor of his apartment against your own will. not once in his time knowing you, have you ever stayed frozen in place for longer than a second, you were always up and about doing whatever you can to stay occupied.

so… to see you so still and tense? now that was uncharted territory for him.

eventually, his eyes made the rookie mistake of following the general direction of yours, zeroing in on the fierce, eight-legged threat prowling around his apartment like it paid the rent.

a spider.

but not just any spider, no no no. a beefy one with elongated spikes for limbs and a rotund abdomen. even he was surprised the spider hadn’t crushed itself to death by now, although he would’ve preferred that outcome so he wouldn’t have to come face to face with it.

because internally? harumasa knew he would have to be the unfortunate soul who has to deal with the threat himself. sighing, harumasa set his trusty bow and arrow down against the side of the couch, placing a hand on top of your shoulder - almost shielding himself behind you as he stared down at the slow moving arachnid as well.

“...perhaps it’s friendly!” he tried to cope, his voice almost a weak croak with how he was this close to making a run for it. “...maybe… it’s just a lost little guy who doesn’t know any better! maybe… just maybe, it’s so scared of us he’d never approach us…” he glanced at you for a moment, expecting a sound of agreement.

well.. anything from you at this point.

“… right?”

as if the universe decided it needed a good laugh today, the spider paused its prowling. as if the fear lingering in the air caused it to pause its movement before it decided to make a calculated move and completely do a 180, crawling in a circle in order to try to face its food source with its impaired vision. its pedipalps twitched with a purpose, relying on the fear that emanated between you and harumasa - using the subtle vibrations to detect the source of your shared fear.

this day can’t get any worse, right?

realizing that this entire situation cannot afford to go down to shit, harumasa made the brave decision of grabbing a plastic cup and a piece of watercolor paper - his movements visibly subdued than the usual, in hopes it would be enough to not disturb the spider and potentially ruin the makeshift stealth mission at hand.

taking a much needed deep breath, he approached the slow moving arachnid with great care, albeit shaky hands, his golden eyes refusing to move a single inch away from the animal. “...easy… easy…” he crouched in front of the spider, slipping the paper underneath its spikes for limbs, internally wincing with how his sudden movement seemed to alert the spider - causing it to move at a slighter quicker speed, prone to bolting if it wanted to.

and that’s the last thing you and harumasa needed, especially harumasa if he was in the line of fire.

“no no… do not panic on me now!! I do not want a heart attack at the ripe age of 24…” he whispered frantically as he slammed the plastic cup on top of the spider - entrapping the living, now fearful animal within its temporary enclosure. “see? now that wasn’t so hard now, was it?

he ignored how your mouth went agape at his brave action, his attention primarily focused on placing the spider outside… preferably on his neighbor’s balcony - their balcony was close enough to his, not too straining to his sick body yet not close enough for the spider to make a reappearance and potentially scare the living daylights out of you once more.

they can deal with the little guy themselves, no biggie!

“phew… now… i need you to cooperate with me here…” he says to the spider, pressing the rim of the plastic cup against the sturdy watercolor paper firmly, ensuring it wouldn’t escape, “me and my dearest friend, (name)... are nothing but innocent people… we, yes… us, we are NOT your enemy…!”

he cleared his throat loudly as soon as his feet finally made it to his balcony, the fresh summer wind billowing through his hair and golden bandana, now edged with beads of sweat. “see?? don’t you miss the feeling of nature pulsating through your entire body???” he nodded his head eagerly, mainly eager to get this arachnid off his property. “...you’re meant to go outside and experience the highs and lows of nature! not the lows of a man who is probably two seconds away from meeting his maker at every turn!” ouch.

“... there there…” he smiled wearily, placing the watercolor paper onto his unfortunate neighbor’s occupied plant pot, angling the paper to work as a makeshift slope. “... take it easy now little guy, wouldn’t want you to fall off and hurt yourself.. that’d… be kinda bad!” he chuckled, lifting the plastic cup slightly, allowing the spider to walk off and be done with it.

slowly, harumasa pulled his shaky hands away from the scene, allowing the spider to explore its new surroundings and hopefully its new home - away from his apartment, and most importantly..

away from you.

“is it gone now???? has it been taken care of?” you ask, taking measured steps towards harumasa at the balcony, tapping his shoulder for quiet reassurance. he turned to face you, giving a small nod in response. “...pfft! obviously!!” he rolled his eyes playfully, acting like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “...did you really think i’d leave you out to the wolves??? hm?? buuuuuuutttttttttttttt…. did you ever stop and consider how i could’ve been that spider’s spoils for the week? hell, the entire year??”

“...didn’t interpret it that way.” you replied, looking a bit remorseful for single-handedly throwing harumasa to the wolves without thinking. It was basically every man for themselves at that moment! “and don’t exaggerate … you won’t become that spider’s spoils for the year, that idea in itself is asinine-”

harumasa was quick to put an end to your logic, wiggling his pointer finger in refusal. “no no no, i wager my worries are very much valid and not exaggeratory in nature,” he tilted his head off to the left, slow and methodical. “i’d recommend making it up to me by treating me to a cup of black coffee, my favorite~”

“absolutely not-” - “ah, but who was the one who benevolently swooped in and saved the day??”

you sigh deeply in quiet defeat, knowing that arguing with harumasa can be quite.. futile. “...fine.. fine..” you acquiesced without much resistance, knowing he has a point. “a coffee hangout it is.. my treat.”

Severian Lowell

𑣲 the epitome of nonchalance and stoicism - he does NOT gaf 😭 𑣲 out of everyone on this list, he’d be the least reactive (in comparison) when it comes to insects as a whole, he’d be too preoccupied in making sure to deescalate the situation/deal with it swiftly - there would be no room for fear to take root in his mind. 𑣲 will definitely feel annoyed at the fact this insect believed it had the audacity to cross him and get away with it scot-free - specifically when he’s actively working and a fly decides to land close to where he was about to write on an important document. 𑣲 unlike hugo, he’s the type to swat the fly away with his bare hands. not caring if he touched the bug, he cares more about resuming back to work more than anything else. 𑣲 but generally, if the insect isn’t in his way of what he’s doing - then he can learn to coexist with it, even if he’s slightly bothered by its presence. It’s not the end of the world for him, he has better things to worry about and do. 𑣲 however.. if a literal centipede has proven to cause unnecessary commotion and capable of inducing fear in others for simply existing, then he’d deal with it himself without much issue.

severian clears his throat in a way that demands the attention of the other n.e.p.s officers crowding your cubicle, arms crossed over his chest. “what seems to be the matter here? i reckon you all aren’t at (name)’s cubicle with the sole intention of getting any work done,” he states, sharp eyes sweeping across the… fearful gazes of the officers crowding your cubicle as if it were life or death.

how… strange.

“so tell me, (name),” his eyes settled onto yours, which refused to move from the corner of your desk. “what could possibly be the reason as to why-”

“commissioner lowell..” one female officer piped up almost immediately, her voice shaky at both the fear of being the sole receiver of the senior commissioner’s wrath.. but also-  “...bug… there’s a large centipede at (name)’s cubicle, crawling up and about and scaring everyone into submission with its..” she trailed off, biting the inside of her cheek at how ridiculous this all sounds. “...over 100 legs… and– and– it keeps making weird noises.”

what.

are you serious right now.

“is that correct?” instinctively, severian pinched the bridge of his nose before letting out a deep, drawn out sigh, “this..” he gestured to the centipede in utter disbelief, brows furrowed. “...really?”  his exasperation, so palpable underneath his measured and cold voice even the centipede itself had to stop crawling. he couldn’t fathom how what he believes to be a small insect, was more than enough to render professional n.e.p.s officers into gawking machines who are incapable of their own autonomy.

how aggravating.

sensing their boss’ displeasure, the other officers — seasoned, rookies and everything in between, all gave each other a knowing look, whispering amongst each other before they came to the unanimous decision of turning around to face severian’s scrutiny head on. “yes.. really… everyone’s pretty bothered by its presence,” one officer exclaimed, shifting in place as though uncomfortable with the stuffy atmosphere. “and.. to be quite frank.. no one has it in them to deal with it.”

silently, all your co-workers turned their heads to face you, a silent plea for you to - well - do something. “what?” you frowned, immediately defensive. “am i incapable of having my own set of fears?”

you, who typically has it all under control. you, who has seen all the horrors new eridu and the neverending hollows had to offer… is currently glued to their seat, stuck watching a centipede sneak and curl around your favorite blue pen that you’re more than sure is now covered with gross centipede juice… and you’re expected to kill it??? unprovoked?? yeah… no. it’s not surprising your co-workers began to spectate the spectacle that is a LARGE small insect vs. a rookie n.e.p.s officer. who wouldn’t want to watch that!

not severian, it seems.

unable to handle the idiocy of his employees, he decides to take matters into his own hands by letting his golden eyes settle onto the very still centipede, narrowing into displeased slits as his fluffy white tail begins to swish lightly. the lack of commentary from their senior commissioner was more than enough for the rest of the officers, who were initially crowding your cubicle like a group of vultures, to make a rigid pathway for a peeved severian, allowing him to take the steering wheel and to hopefully steer them back into normalcy.

“out with it.” he shrugged the rest of the officers off with a simple wave of his gloved hand, inching near your desk, causing you to break out of your fear induced trance and eagerly pushing yourself out of severian’s line of sight - no way in hell are you going to get in the senior commissioner’s way when he’s this serious.

more than the usual.

without needing to say much more, severian’s ears twitched, attuned to the centipede’s every vibration and lack of defense on its part, allowing the commissioner to reach over without an ounce of disgust, snagging the centipede with his bare hands - leaving no room for the centipede to even think about escaping a lynx thiren’s grasp.

everyone in the room collectively gasped, eyes wide with both horror and silent respect at commissioner lowell’s… boldness. a boldness they should’ve grown used to ever since he took charge. “Mm, now that wasn’t proven to be difficult,” he says with the calmness of a man who has seen far too much to even bat an eye to a centipede currently squirming within his death grip. “clear cut, swift and efficient - just how the academy taught you all.” he paused, squeezing the centipede in his grasp without much thought, unblinking to its remains dripping off his bare hand. “hmph. or should’ve.”

that is, till you took note of the way severian grimaced under that pristine mask of cold and harsh professionalism, tight-lipped and silent. “i’d advise you all to not get too ahead of yourselves,” he says, wiping the sticky remains off with a handkerchief, sharp eyes that learned to never give mercy now settling onto you. disapproving. “...we want to avoid making room for inept officers who are incapable of fending for themselves against minor threats.”

now that stung… ouch.

ignoring the rest of the officers’ scandalized looks, severian tossed the handkerchief into the trash, fixing the expensive cuff of his sleek black tailored suit, quickly taking his leave — pretending as if he hadn’t decimated everyone within your cubicle in under the span of 10 minutes.

nervously, one male officer decided it was a bad (good) time to speak up:

“...preeeeetty sure that was targeted—”

“don’t start.”

Seth Lowell

𑣲 the most reactive out of everyone on this list, he is NOT nonchalant about the idea of having to go and kill a bug 😭 𑣲 i’d wager he would feel a bit creeped out by the creepy crawlies - he most likely was fine with bugs prior until he learned to be fearful of them in general, and that fear has stayed with him since. 𑣲 can imagine him minding his own business until a bee landed on the bridge of his nose and without thinking he began to flail his arms around, absolutely mortified and running around in circles as the bee tries to sting him 💔 𑣲 i’m sure when he and severian were younger/still on good terms, seth was never on the frontlines of killing a bug, severian probably had to step up and kill the bug himself 😭#youngersiblingprivileges #relatable #oldersiblingwoes #notrelatable 𑣲 like harumasa, i’m sure seth would be fine if he had to swat an annoying mosquito and or fly away from his face without much issue —or he’d be too locked in working given he’s mainly career driven, seth probably didn’t even notice a little buzzer invading his personal space. 𑣲 but it would be a different case entirely if he had to come face to face with a silverfish roaming around his apartment without a problem, and realizing that he would be the one who has to kill it since you (or anyone else for that matter) is deathly afraid of them? then yeah… he’s shitting his pants - fear can be contagious after all!

“(name)!!! I bought some tuna sandwiches,” seth announced excitedly, closing the front door behind him as the pitter patter of his shoes bounced off the decorated walls of his quaint and humble apartment. “i made sure to leave extra early today to get not just one, not two, not three… but four tuna sandwiches, all half off!” he says, stacking the plastic containers with the tuna sandwiches on a nearby side table.

no response.

the jovial lynx thiren paused in the middle of the living room, bewildered, ears twitching in an attempt to locate, well, you. “...(name)?” he called out, his tail low and suddenly alert. “...now this isn’t funny.. if you plan on pranking me like last time..” a displeased shudder ran through his shoulders at the mere thought of the last prank you pulled on him — that one time where you pounced on him from behind and he almost elbowed you in the face because of it.

yeah… safe to say he’s grown more alert whenever you decide to stop by his apartment.

his eyes darted around his small apartment for clues:

the couch in the living room? nope, nice and neat. you didn’t lounge or sleep on his couch like a cat sunbathing on a warm sunny day - blankets were folded neatly at the corner, safe to assume you were unable to crash at his couch the moment you arrived.

the kitchen? nope, a barren wasteland. left untouched.. how unusual. you often treated his barely used kitchen like it was your oyster, unapologetically chaotic. and yet… it was.. tidy? Just how seth left it?

the pantry? nope. remains untouched.

the bathroom? the door was left ajar. rarely does seth leave doors ajar. they’re either closed or wide open, never in the in-between.

perhaps it’s a clue worth investigating.

he didn’t mutter a single peep as he tried to sneak towards the ajar bathroom door, but of course, stealth was very much not seth’s strength with how he tripped on one of the books scattered across the floor, making the wood beneath him croak in agony - alerting anyone in the premise of his position.

great.

there’s no use hiding it now, right?

seth took a much needed deep breath, allowing his ears to twitch before they eventually stilled and went back to their usual, fluffy and relaxed state, tail stagnant despite the tension curling within his stomach at the lack of movement in his apartment. “you don’t need to hide from me!! you know, pranks don’t have to be scary in order to provoke a reaction?” he tried to reason, nearing the door, he wrapped his fingers around the silver doorknob, opening the door slowly with the intent of poking his head inside. “I’m coming in, okay? i’m only here to make sure everything is alright!”

as soon as he poked his head inside though, expecting nothing out of the ordinary.. well, he was about to be rendered speechless the moment he took in the scene before him:

you, standing on top of the marble countertop, holding a fresh roll of toilet paper and pointing it to… the corner of the bathtub? more specifically… at a silverfish?

seth couldn’t believe his eyes, could’ve sworn his mouth went agape like a cartoon character who had the intelligence of a peanut, absolutely dumbfounded beyond disbelief. “...(name)...” he gulped, eyes darting between a very much horrified you, now settling on the fat silverfish claiming its territory on his pristine bathtub. “...can… can… you elaborate as to why you’re currently standing on top of my countertop???”

he shook his head incessantly, as if slapping himself for asking such a dumb question in the midst of a very distressing situation. “..no no.. scratch that–” - “it attacked me first,” you answered hastily, fingers tightening around the fresh roll of toilet paper in hopes it was enough to protect you from the silverfish strolling around the bathtub. “it bolted towards me in the middle of me shitting–”

seth blinked. “...what…–”

“I was clearly vulnerable and it had to have known that, so of course, it had the audacity to bolt towards me like i offended its entire bloodline!” you huffed, now taking the time to face your confused friend. “say, if you noticed your enemy was vulnerable, you’d take the opportunity to ambush them, no?”

this day cannot get any weirder. clearly, you were passionate about your current predicament. not that seth could fault you here.

the bewildered thiren blinked once more, rapidly. helplessly trying to grapple the absurd situation to the best of his abilities. “...uh…” he falters, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “if it means bringing them closer to justice.. then.. yeah?? probably?” he says, eyebrow lifted in sincere, deep thought. “but.. then again, they’d get hurt before i could interrogate them, so–”

before seth could continue to what you believe to be the beginning of an unskippable ad, you nodded your head rapidly before pointing at the silverfish - to which it began to squirm underneath the scrutiny of not one, but two individuals at hand. “...since you’re a figure of authority…” you cleared your throat loudly, gesturing to the silverfish with a tilt of your head. “you might as well kill it… because.. because.. yeah?”

are you for real right now.

seth felt his heart drop all the way to his stomach with how you entertained that ridiculous idea of him playing the bug exterminator! what do you take him for??? he’s a rookie cop!! meant to face hardened criminals head on and to allow justice to shine through new eridu’s corrupt underbelly…

he’s not meant to kill bugs on command!

but with how the situation is looking… with you being two seconds away from genuinely bolting and acting hysterical, or even worse… trap him inside with the silverfish. yeah no, he has to deal with this as swiftly as he can. quick and painless.

acquiescing to your helpless (demands) pleas, seth grabbed a nearby toilet plunger, literally anything he could get his hands on in order to be done with this. determined as he was drained with this entire fiasco, he most definitely deserves compensation for his noble sacrifice. “...don’t do anything rash, okay??” he instructed, angling himself in front of you, hackles slightly raised with how he eyes the silverfish with the same intensity he uses when facing hardened criminals in an interrogation room. “i don’t want you to get hurt, especially if i can avoid it from happening.”

examining closely, he took measured, cautious steps towards the bathtub. toilet plunger raised over his head executioner style. he peered over the bathtub, and there it was, the silverfish - wiggling around in his bathtub like it was its territory, and not the furniture of a formidable lynx thiren.

he took a massive deep breath, trying to soothe his fear of having to kill a bug executioner style. the tip of his tail shivered in mild disgust. “...don’t move…” he inched closer. “...easy there buddy…” without giving the silverfish a moment to react to seth’s looming shadow, the rookie cop then slammed the rubber part of the toilet plunger against the unlucky silverfish. again.

and again.

one more whack – for good measure.

with each whack made against the silverfish, its remains splattered across the bathtub and walls, painting the once pristine tile walls of seth’s bathroom with the scent of death. his nose visibly crinkled. “eugh… to think this was crawling up and around my bathroom is quite…” he paused, turning to face your expectant expression. “unexpected…” his ears flattened, cringing at his own discomfort. “and unwelcome.”

you break the short moment of silence by jumping down from his marble countertop, setting the toilet paper roll aside. “pfft yeah…” you roll your shoulders. “tell me about it.. who knows how that little bugger got in,” you say thoughtfully, looking at seth with a troubled, albeit apologetic look. “we’re better off not knowing, ignorance is bliss after all.”

seth bit the inside of his cheek, this entire situation leaving him perturbed. he can’t help but feel a bit uneasy since he may have to deal with a potential silverfish issue – if he encountered one, then who knows if there’s more out there? just sitting there, idly in the shadows of his neat apartment that he rarely occupies due to his long shifts at n.e.p.s.

Its off-putting, to say the least.

he set the stained toilet plunger inside the bathtub – he’ll clean it later. “i guess so…” he shrugged off with a roll of his shoulders, or tried to. “even though i dealt with it without much issue.. it doesn’t sit right with me,” seth admits, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, as though left rattled than victorious. “it’s weird, i know i know.. you don’t have to poke fun at me for it. go ahead, call me soft-hearted for feeling repulsed over a tiny bug when i’m often faced with cruel ethereals and even crueler people.”

huh? where did this come from?

you felt your heart constrict within your chest, blinking back a few stray tears – emotional or not is a whole different story. “you know,” seth begins, “i’m used to my older brother doing the heavy lifting between us when we were younger. if a problem ever arose in the family, our school life, or hell – between us? he was the one who stood up and fixed it with no complaints.” he crosses his arms in front of his chest, as though trying to guard himself from his feelings of inferiority and insecurity when facing his short-comings.

“but me?” his voice wavered slightly. “i couldn’t even kill a bug without feeling as though my heart was about to burst out of my chest! or better yet, feel uneasy even after killing it! ” he sighed deeply, head hung low. ears drooping in silent defeat. “if i’m so easily disturbed by a bug…” he glances at you, his eyes searching for answers. “then am i truly capable of protecting those i love?”

you froze up. throughout this entire exchange, you thought that once this situation was over, it’d be one of those stories where you and seth can look back on a few weeks later and laugh it off like it was nothing – a silly and absurd tale between two friends who almost met their maker thanks to a wandering silverfish.

but to see seth look so dejected and like a husk of his usual self – bright-eyed and eager to bring justice anywhere and everywhere? it was quite the whiplash, and to be quite frank, it made you quite guilty for putting him on the forefront just because he so happens to be a rookie cop.

with hesitation that’s unusual for you, you made an attempt to reach out to him. your hand lingered in the air between you two before it slowly settled on top of his shoulder – the same one where his faded scar made its brand. “of course you’re capable of protecting those you love,” you smiled, melancholy.

“if you truly were incapable of protecting those you love, then you would’ve taken any opportunity to bolt out the bathroom and leave me there to rot with that silverfish.” you say with a weak laugh. “seriously, seth. you didn’t let your fear and disgust of bugs derail you from your main goal, and that was to protect me – when i probably didn’t even deserve in the first place with how i treated you.”

you cringed, recalling those memories of where you practically shoved seth towards the line of fire. “i.. acted out of sheer impulse..– no. i let my shamelessness get the best of me and treated you unfairly, disregarding your discomfort and confusion only because i was worried for my own skin.” you sighed, offering him a strained, gentle smile. “so yes, you are more than capable of protecting those you love – from gargantuan and ferocious ethereals to itty bitty but feisty insects who seem to love your bathtub more than we had anticipated.”

and just like that, your words served like the sun’s rays sifting through gloomy rain clouds, dispelling those persistent negative words meant to wear down on his generally optimistic demeanor. “(name)...” seth felt his breath hitch. taken aback by this sudden… seriousness from you. his curiosity piqued. “really..? you mean it?” you nodded, to which his voice began to pick up a bit. his scarred shoulder subconsciously leaning towards your comforting hand.

“you… you don’t understand how much your words mean to me, it.. it–” he chuckles weakly, shaking his head. “it feels… awfully nice, to be acknowledged for all the hard work i do to make sure everyone is safe and sound – often setting my personal fears aside in order to protect those who are far weaker than me.”

he sighs softly, exhaling all the negativity that tried to sink itself within the deep crevices of his mind. “and for that, i have you to thank,” he smiles earnestly, causing the tip of his tail to perk up in silent delight.

“me???” you pointed to yourself, eyes wide in genuine surprise – wider than saucers. “Pfft… i hardly did anything… you, on the other hand…” you poked seth’s forehead with your pointer finger, causing the lynx thiren to close his eyes briefly in surprise before letting out a huff of laughter at your silliness.

finally, he seems to be doing awfully better now! “you did alllllllllll the heavy lifting today, as you so eloquently put it!” you pointed out, deciding to pull away from him in order to give him some space. “now… if you truly want to thank me for whatever…” you grinned. “you might as well share those delicious tuna sandwiches you so generously bought for you and i, yeah? how does that sound?”

the sound of tuna sandwiches seemed to trigger all the hunger hormones within seth’s stomach with the way his stomach grumbled – like it was agreeing to your words before he could even respond. he let out a sheepish chuckle before his expression softened into something akin to happiness.

“yeah…” he agrees, the dead silverfish and his past insecurities long forgotten in the name of hunger and sincerity. “we both deserve it.”

a/n: oh my god this took me DAYSSS to finish good LORD this one is a beefy one😭 yesyeys i deserve a round of applause for doing the bare minimum wowie!! yippee!! 😭 anyways, i must give thanks where thanks are deserved... everyone say thank you to @nemoibemoi for both helping me articulate my thoughts/help shape up my writing AND for helping me figure out severian's... sense of being? i didn't realize how much of a difficult character he was to write for 💔was going off of straight up vibes for this one gang.. 💔i even had to go the extra mile of logging in and looking through his dialogue to get reacquainted with his character once more.

p.s - i didn't mean to make seth's section so long?!? i swear his section could've had a separate post of its own but it's too late go back righttttt 💔 anyways you seth enjoyers are gonna be eating WELL!!! besides the point, i had fun writing this !!! guhhh its 4 am i need a rest shnoook mimimimi

wc: 1287 c/w: very fluffy, light angst if you squint hard enough, i yap a lot this was SUPPOSED to be a short oneshot why was this 4 pages long on the google doc </3 p.s: when reading, i recommend listening to "my homie" by atlus sound team, i pinky swear it adds to the silliness of it all </3

imagine caelus playing basketball or any sport and he quickly turns to you before making the shot, exclaiming to you with pure, unbridled excitement: “(name), this is for you!!” whilst beaming that adorable, boyish smile of his. his confidence was through the roof because of one, simple reason:

you’re watching. 

a baddie is watching.

and caelus?? he canNOT fumble this ‘once’ in a lifetime opportunity to impress you with everything he’s got, he’s that whipped for his lover. but, how can he not? not with how you’re currently looking at him with an endeared look in your eyes that makes him want to outperform every expectation you have of him.

and tonight? he’s more than confident he’d be able to outdo himself once more!

“bet you aren’t ready for this cool trick shot!!!!” he says, his back facing the hoop with the intent on throwing the basketball behind him and PRAY that the gods above would smile kindly upon him and his skill were enough to allow the ball to enter the hoop - with no bumps on the road.

“remember! don’t blink… or else you’ll miss it~”

oh how he’ll eat his words later.

caelus let a giggle escape his lips before he winks at you - but accidentally blinks with both eyes instead because this man does not know how to wink to save his life. and with that, he clutched the ball in his hands as if he were clutching his pearls before applying all the force he could muster, throwing the ball behind him.

please make it please make it please make it plea-

shaking his head, he places his hands on his hips proudly, allowing the corners of his lips to quirk up into a knowing, self-assured smirk. “see?? aren’t i such a basketball prodigy?!”

“basketball prodigy huh?” you shake your head with the same momentum as a parent coming to terms with their child’s silliness, allowing a quiet huff of laughter to slip through your lips. “that’s a new one, glad to know i’m with a esteemed man such as yourself-”

and before anyone could comment on what’s to come-

the sound of the basketball rim clattering echoed across the cold night of the dimly lit park, announcing caelus’ missed shot to the world, followed by the sound of the ball clashing against the back of caelus’ head without his permission.

at maximum velocity too? absolute generational fumble of the century.

he could’ve sworn he was seeing stars, the pain throbbing throughout the back of his head like a fresh wound coming in contact with salt - uncalled for and stupidly painful. there’s NO way he can financially, emotionally, physically and spiritually recover from such an embarrassing moment-

“caelus!!! are you okay??”

no response.

preventing a single thought from holding you back, you ran towards your eerily still boyfriend, probably from both shock and any form of movement inspired pain to course throughout his body without his permission. your brows knitting into a worried bunch, “hey… cae…” caelus blinked once, twice, golden eyes struggling to gather its bearings. “earth to caelus… hey..” your voice hushed, waving your hand in front of his face like a madman, pleading for some sort of response from the dizzy-eyed man before you.

any response.

“...ugh… me?” he groaned, wincing, a frown tugging the corners of his lips downward, almost pouty. “...didn’t mean to make a fool of myself…” he glanced up at you before averting his eyes down to the concrete ground, “ especially in front of you… didn’t want to look stupid… but… but I always manage to do so anyways…!” he lamented wearily, voice quivering with each syllable that rang out his mouth.

goodness, it’s rare to see your boyfriend in such a slump, specifically in a vulnerable state. so to hear caelus practically whine, seeing the way his waterline burned with tears refusing to make themselves known, felt as if all the wind knocked all the air out of your lungs.

it’s… jarring, to say the least, and most definitely a sight you never, ever want to see reoccur again.

“no.. no.. don’t start… don’t ever say that about yourself,” without allowing caelus to utter another self-depricating word, you place your hands on top of his shoulders, gentle but firm, squeezing them in hopes to anchor him back to reality and reason. “you aren’t foolish for wanting to show me a cool trick, much less if it backfired,”

“in fact… seeing it backfire was quite…” you trailed off, your cheeks taking on a softer hue of red, “... adorable… some may call your clumsy luck… endearing, definitely made my heart flutter in ways i never thought were possible.”

eh? huh???

that’s a new one.

your words seemed to have done the trick with how quickly caelus snapped out of his self-deprecating stupor, looking at you - mouth agape, eyes wide, allowing genuine shock and… is that??? warmth?? swirling within the golden depths of his gaze that only, ever knew to look ahead. mistaking his genuine surprise and silence for offense, your stomach drops with how your boyfriend was looking at you as if you ate his last cup of his favorite pudding like stealing candy from a baby.

“uh… no..-” you cleared your throat, panic making itself known with how your voice trailed off into a weak cough, eyes averting side to side in a poor attempt to begin damage control, “...i most definitely didn’t mean it that way!! I just.. just… gods, that was so dumb of me to say when you’re so obviously distressed… i’m-”

then, caelus does the unexpected:

he grins, an actual, big ol’ grin that’s bright enough to rival the sun.

and suddenly, the pain and dizziness that refuses to ever leave caelus’ side, was nothing more than insignificant, little details that were easily squashed by your sincerity - albeit awkward, but sincere nonetheless.

“hm??? you reeeeeaaallllyyyyy think so??” he sounded out, inching his face closer to yours in order to gaze into your eyes - where he sees double due to his dizziness, but hey, double the beauty he sees right in front of him! “like… you mean it? sounds like you do~”

as if a heavy, invisible weight has been lifted off your chest, you let out a deep breath you didn’t know you held ever since caelus bonked his head minutes prior. “...well…” your voice trailed off into silence when your eyes met caelus’ expectant face - so sweet and earnest you couldn’t bring yourself to hide anything from him.

“you aren’t wrong… not that i could ever deceive you, really.” you chuckled awkwardly, allowing your head to nod slightly - a bit robotic with how awkward and stiff the movement was, but still charming all the same. “... even if your trick backfired on you or not, i’ll always think you’re the brightest star in all of the cosmos, clumsy or not.”

oh.

caelus’ could feel his blood pumping excessively, rushing straight to his ears and cheeks with how.. whipped and shy he got whenever you spoke such flowery words to him, especially when you don’t mean to!

makes it all the more rewarding and heartwarming, at least, that’s what he thinks.

he scratched the back of his head lightly, suddenly bashful. “how sweet… now i feel a bit better about a basketball boinking the back of my head!”

now it was your turn for your mouth to go agape.

he didn’t say much to disrupt the silence between you two, only allowing his actions to speak for himself, for how he allowed his body to lean against your warm hands (still) resting on his shoulders.

and with that, caelus knew he was in good hands, knows that yes, he’s the one for you.

a/n: guys are we proud i FINALLY wrote for another character other than hugo!!! yippee!!! a new character AND another hoyo game, may i add!!!

#characterdevelopment #finally #wowlunaefreyayouresocool

ok but seriously i had so much fun writing this one can you tell?? hopefully you can because i SWEARR all the words flew amazingly like i was genuinely in a flow state <3

wc: 1021 cw: might be ooc, i don't edit my stuff thoroughly don't execute me </3

hugo would make it his personal mission to ragebait you with every chance he gets like his life depends on it.

he’s not beating the vampire allegations with the way he feeds off of your annoyance whenever he pulls a cheeky stunt on you. to him, it’s cathartic - seeing the way your facial features would scrunch up in blatant annoyance that’ll only last for a minute or two before reverting back to normal.

back to your normal, charming self. it’s adorable, really.

“sweetheart.. you seem to be shivering up a storm tonight,” hugo pointed out, referring to the way you were currently bundled up on the couch - covered in layers of blankets, trying to shield yourself from a cold, winter night. the tip of your nose red from your body's poor attempt in keeping you warm.

cute, he thought, biting back a smile that reeked of both smugness and genuine warmth.

“and you aren’t?”

“hm? me? Why would I be shivering when your excessive shivering is enough to keep me warm for the entirety of winter?”

you rolled your eyes, annoyance slowly bubbling beneath the cracks of typical patience. “ah, good one. want a cookie?”

"hmph. you know i cannot stomach such sweet atrocities.”

you shifted on the couch, turning your back on him in hopes to drown the image of his stupid smug face from the forefront of your mind. you did NOT feel like dealing with his shenanigans at the moment, not when you were freezing to death.

did that stop hugo from executing phase two of his mischief?

no.

with the silent grace of an experienced thief, he shifted closer to you on the couch, practically crowding you at the corner before he leaned down, long, loose strands of his blond hair tickle the side of your slightly exposed shoulder - lips scarily close to your ears.

oh. 

he let his warm, soft breath fan your ear - watching the tips of your ears turned from its usual even skin tone to a soft, red hue. “a prideful one you are…” he whispered, slow and steady, savoring the closeness between you two - savoring the sexual tension he’s creating with only his heavy presence.

a presence that demanded attention from the one he adores.

“never once asked me to keep you warm…” he nudged the tip of his nose against the back of your head, letting the strands of your hair tickle his pale skin slightly. 

chuckling, the rich noise echoing within your skull.  “what? fearful over the idea of being held lovingly by your one and only?”

unable to handle the closeness between the two of you, you let out a quiet huff of surrender and decided to flip over - still bundled up within the soft blankets, back pressed up against the soft cushions, now facing the man who made it his life mission to make your life a living hell… and heaven, sometimes.

he shifted back, slightly so.

“and now you decide to act all so righteous?”

“mmh? And what do you mean by that, (name)?”

shaking your hand, you willingly expose your hands to the elements within your cold, shared home, expecting hugo to act normal for once and warm your hands up, at the very least.

“very well..” you sighed softly, “feel free to prove me wrong.. for once.”

hugo grinned, taking the offer without much resistance. “At your service, darling.”

slowly, he took his one glove off his left hand before allowing his hands to meet yours - unbeknownst to you…

a little surprise was waiting for you.

a chilly one, perhaps.

before you had the chance to pull back and retreat into your little bundle of fluffiness, hugo grabbed onto your hands with his noticeably cold ones, colder than the outside world itself, than the sharp end of final’s notice.

you must’ve reacted harshly enough with how hugo began to laugh like he held that in since the moment he stepped onto this apocalyptic world - unrestrained and yet so raw, raw in a moment where ragebaiting was the star of the show.

typical.

after he quickly gathered his bearings, he cleared his throat, letting his eyes settle onto your annoyed expression, eyes gleaming with impish mischief. “hm? something the matter, my love?”

“...”

“i can’t hear you~ i won’t know what’s the matter if you don’t speak up~”

your right eyelid visibly twitched. “... you know what you did.”

“ah?” he crooned, interlacing his cold fingers with yours, the tip of his nose brushing against your red one. “and what did i seemingly do? what did i do that evoked that adorable reaction of yours?”

you bit your tongue, unable to wrap your head around at just how… how-

how smooth. Irritatingly smooth your boyfriend was.

“do i really have to spell it out for you-”

and before you could even blink, hugo pulled his hands away just so he could wrap his arms around your entire body, letting his head rest at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, already making amends by nuzzling his cold nose against your skin.

it’s over.

he sighed against your skin, allowing his warm breath to warm your cold skin for a little bit. “hm.. no. you don’t have to.” he whispered, “i may be guilty this time around…”

he pulls back slightly, not breaking from his hold, but only to look at your face. the same one that never fails to render him a mess.

internally. most of the time. rarely.

he takes the time to look at you, really look at you, taking in your confused expression - annoyance persistently swirling within the depths of your fierce gaze. Unwilling to hold back if necessary.

he hums. content.

“however,” he began, “if you're ever gracious enough to allow a guilty man, such as myself, to hold you for a little bit longer before i’m sent off to face my unforgivable crimes against the world…”

hugo smiles, nudging his nose against your cheek sweetly. so sweetly, no sickeningly sweet pastry could light a candle to mockingbird’s leader acts of affection. “then i’d be the happiest criminal in all of new eridu~”

"my my, (name)," Hugo began, letting his gloved hand reach for a loose strand of your hair, letting it fall through his fingertips seamlessly before taking a single step closer — close enough for the tip of his nose to brush against your hairline. "you look absolutely radiant today, but when are you not?" he hummed against your forehead, "enchanting you are, even when standing still under the moon's gentle gaze—" just as he was about to finish his sentence, his sharp eyes caught onto the sudden smile on your face. warm. he thought. too warm, yet not unwelcome. "ah, you think so?" you inquired, voice seeping with a tinge of playfulness. "why thank you.. but i beg to differ this time around." you shrugged, causing hugo to look momentarily off-guard before he composed himself back into charming mode once more. just what did you mean by that? normally, you'd either accept the compliment with a subtle tinge of pink draping your cheeks no matter how many times you vehemently deny it whenever hugo dared to point it out... or you playfully brush him off with a single flick of your hand! not once have you ever disagreed with him whenever he had the luxury to compliment you at every turn he got. nevertheless, he cleared his throat, attempting to sweep the odds back into his favor. although something in your expectant expression told him to remain silent for the time being. slowly, you let the tip of your pointer finger trace the corners of his upturned lips — feeling the smooth edges that demanded both perfection and natural poise befitting of a sharp noble. even feeling the way hugo trembled under your probing yet gentle touch. barely noticeable under the naked eye, if you squinted hard enough.

and then, you spoke. "the reason why i disagree with you tonight," you began, voice barely above a whisper, not even allowing the hustle and bustle of Port Elpis to listen in. eyes now settling on his heterochromatic ones, sparkling. "is not because i don't view myself as radiant..." you chuckled. "far from it, actually." you exhaled slowly, "but because my radiance pales in comparison to your smile, to the way your smile actually reaches your eyes in a way it knocks me off balance sometimes." ... what. hugo's breath hitches under the sheer pressure of your words. such sincerity in one night? he might as well say his goodbyes to his cold composure. It's over for him. to be so caught off guard by a genuine compliment is beneath him! not once has the hugo vlad been rendered speechless, no one has ever stolen his spotlight without him taking it right back. but tonight? he didn't feel like taking back the spotlight. not when his lover was looking at him like he hung the stars. he blinked once. twice. thrice before he decided to let out a huff of laughter from his nose — weak and shaky with the way it trembled under the ocean breeze, a far cry from a man who commanded the shadows with a mere point of his finger. with new, profound shyness that's considered a rarity for someone as confident as hugo, he gives in to these warm sensations — a type of vulnerability that is only grasped in the hands of those you trust. "ah.. seems like i've been played by my own game tonight," he admits softly, his gaze softening under the sincerity of your praise. "not that i mind, far from it..." "in fact," he couldn't help but continue letting that genuine smile finally break through from his protective shell of elegant composure. "i welcome it with open arms, as long as you're beside me through it all, yes?" in that moment, hugo knew he was caught firmly in your grasp tonight. a grasp that didn't feel restrictive nor edged with judgment — instead, it cradled him with such gentleness and patience he didn't know what to do with himself. but tonight? perhaps it's okay to unravel every once and awhile, if it means getting caught by the person you trust the most.

song inspo: soy rebelde by jeanette for an accurate translation of the song, here it is! word count: 684 cw: angst, lowercase everything, didn't edit, disorganized perchance 🤔

the world taught hugo many lessons, rebellion being one of many.

to him, rebellion meant life or death.

at a young age, the world granted him the effortless ability to set your chin up against authority. The very authority that foolishly believes they were above the law they so vehemently ‘practiced’ - perfect for sowing in the seeds of justice in the very same soil where greed and self-interest reigned superior in new eridu.

in the end, the world taught him how to survive. that's perfect, right? however, whenever it was hugo’s turn to wish for something other than survivability?

he was only greeted with the world’s punitive gaze, resulting in him being deprived of the warmth and sincerity he so desperately sought.

how could a kid learn to embrace warmth when all he knew was the shadows that danced within the cramped closet he hid whenever the mansion grew too loud?

shadows sharp enough to carve deep, intentional scars only time could mend. far too vicious for a young, noble boy to wield and embrace when he’s meant to be caressed by the softness only sincerity and selflessness could provide.

a fearful young boy, whose crime was desiring a family where they hugged him without him ever asking, the ability to smile without needing a reason to, to be able to list off as many names with such familiarity and security no currency can buy. slipped past his fingertips.

all hugo ever truly wanted was to laugh freely like the clueless boy next door. laughter coated with a naivety he lost as soon as the ravenlock name brandished itself onto him like a commodity code - easy to identify, easier to discard when proven to be a hindrance.

no one treated him with the love he needed from those he could trust, but what love is there to gain when there was no one to trust? there was no one in his early life hugo could trust without them trying to gouge his paler eye out in the name of purification, or who would try to stuff his gut with sweet treats in the name of wicked retribution over an innocent mistake. and so, in those secluded nights spent in a dark closet where darkness shrouded his being and barricaded his tender heart with barbed wire, he had a measly wish. to be able to dream, to laugh, to forget the resentment that'll only continue to fester as his life went on, but most important of all? companionship. companionship, the very concept hugo's more than willing to offer all of himself in exchange for friendship, friendship where wealth was off the table and only authenticity remained a constant.

ah, but what does hugo get in return when his wish for companionship was granted? misunderstandings. from those he hated, sure. that was bound to happen.

but, by those he deemed as his close companions? that's a new one.

like his former companion.. lycaon? that same, wolfish brute who didn’t know how to act in line since the genesis of mockingbird? 

the one who lulled hugo into a false sense of camaraderie in the end? the very same companion hugo held with such high regard to the point he saw lycaon as the light at the end of the tunnel he calls his fate?

what does hugo get in return, one may ask?

lack of trust. doubt. incomprehension from the one he so believed was truly different from the crowd. no one bothered to listen to hugo when he said he was more than capable of removing himself from the ravenlock name. no one dared to look past the flamboyant man who puffed his chest out like a peacock, who flicked his fingers around with silent authority. so much for a man who rebelled against his family name, defied fate against all odds, to shine so brightly even shadows curl in itself when faced with hugo's confidence - only for in the end, to be left bare in the dark from the very beginning.

how ironic, but irony was a constant in the tragedy hugo calls his life.

a/n: sooooo about my last post... yeah... hugo sick fic is coming soon, but not now!!! whoops !!! don't come for me ok okkkkk anyways. i've been meaning to write a song inspired mini fic (?) for hugo for a while now!

idol au - but i use my kpop knowledge & love for hugo to make this list possible 😭 ft. song recommendations! (do listen to them!) cw: lunaefreya yapper galore, too detailed, may be ooc. wc: ~2.1k (🫧) = new bullet points! (yes i added new bullet points </3)

Got cast because someone from an entertainment agency saw him strutting down the street, was amazed by how he carried himself with shameless confidence and immediately thought “He HASSS to go on stage.”

main position would be a main dancer // visual ohmg HEAR ME OUTTTT

Main dancers (that I like, atleast) are notorious for being praised for their artistry and the way they can express complex emotions through just movement alone - and I feel like Hugo would be one of those artists.

(🫧) if you want specific k-pop artists i think hugo would be similar to, i'd say taemin: a soloist and member of SHINee (in terms of skill and artistry) ! and kai: soloist and member of EXO (in terms of overall vibe he brings, aka the mysterious, sensual but dangerous allure) !

Hugo’s love for items that carry a riveting and rich story aka the ability to tell a story without having to utter a word is immensely valuable to him. So I wouldn’t be surprised if he goes the contemporary route since it’s known to prioritize expressing themselves freely and personal expression, rather than just doing the move and calling it a day.

^ i’m pretty sure part of his character revolves around trying to fight for a sense of freedom he never had ever since he was born… and maybe, he views dancing as a bridge to that freedom… so, that’s something to consider.

Knowing him, singing wouldn’t be enough for him if he wants to convey a story in its full glory. Especially if it’s the intense and raw nature of how he wants to express himself, so, through movement it is!

He’d so go the sharp, controlled yet dramatic route when it comes to dancing. Considering the sharp and grand gestures he does when in combat tells me everything I need to know. (i.e: he raises his leg up abruptly??? So sharp, clean and straight???).

He’d go the sexy/elegant concept the moment he debuts 💔 he would NOT have a cute/boy crush phase ever in his entire idol career.

^ the ONLY time Hugo would ever be seen dancing a cutesy/bubbly concept is if he’s ever forced to do a dance challenge with Vivian 😭

The few challenges that came to mind is catch catch by yena and otsukare summer by halcali 💔the imagery is so funny but adorable.

^ sure, Hugo may be out of his comfort zone but he’d adapt fairly quickly.

“You really want to make a fool out of me, don’t you now?” Hugo teased warmly, reaching a playful hand out to tousle Vivian’s hair. Unable to stifle a rare, sincere smile at the heartfelt moment between them. “Very well,” he acquiesced calmly. “Let’s be fools together, then.”

His songs range from cunty and sensual, to straight up dramatic or melancholic angst, or a mix of both. (honorable mention: yearner songs).

HEAVYYY jazz influence, the saxophone and piano in his instrumentals would go crazy.

He’d either sing about being a heartthrob, the allure/thrill of living on the edge, lament about the loneliness that comes with donning many masks yet no one can ever reach the real him, or, unable to live with the grief and self-loathing of being too weak to protect those he cares about. (I’m looking at you serena 💔).

vvv some songs for reference, feel free to listen and search up the meanings:

Cunty songs: perfume by dojaejung  spellbound by tvxq! , funny valentine by misamo , criminal by taemin , trouble maker by trouble maker , house of cards by bts , hot times by s.m the ballad

Honorable mention (this is literally hugo’s song i’m sobbing): danger by taemin

Angsty songs: stigma by bts , no sad song for my broken heart by k.will , dead man runnin' by seulgi , perfect world by twice

Yearner 101: i’m sorry by teen top , please don’t… by k.will , side by side by the8

Despite his edgy yet melancholic discography, I’m sure some fans would overlook the depth and complexity of his character just to narrow him down as a simple “sexy pretentious bastard who toys with people’s feelings” 💔 guys he's more than just his persona

I’m more than confident that his visuals would be praised for its uniqueness (i.e: sharp ears and heterochromia). His visuals would be described as “ethereal” (pun NOT intended) or “otherworldly”

His sharp fangs, heterochromia and sharp ears would have a dedicated fanbase of their own. (the amount of ‘hugo’s left/right ear piercing’ usernames would be absolutely diabolical oh my goodness)

I can already VISUALIZE people posting on twitter dot com bashing the stylist for forcing him to wear same colored contacts. (forcing him cover up his gray eye)

Another specific example would be if his hairstylist cut his hair short for some promotional thing for his album.. His dedicated fanbase would lose their marbles if that were to ever occur. (Hugo with a buzzcut is a horrifying image I do NOT want to think about).

Coined the sexy vampire™ of his generation. (no one can tell me otherwise).

If Vivian is also an idol, those two would definitely be coined as the vampire siblings !! (not beating the biological siblings allegations).

Hugo would be so protective over Vivian.

^ he knows how exploitative the idol industry truly is, and doesn’t want Vivian to get caught in the line of fire like he did at a young age.

“Vivian,” Hugo called out softly, shrugging off his expensive blazer from his shoulders, draping it over Vivian’s legs tentatively. “Please, do remain wary. Not everyone can keep their eyes from straying to where they shouldn’t.” He warned, placing a protective hand over her shoulder.

Hugo’s designated emoji is either a bat, performing arts or bird emoji.

Oddly specific, but he’d so be the type to always insert a masquerade mask within his choreography. A Hugo staple, similar to a calling card a phantom thief leaves behind after a heist that screams “I’ve been here~”

His merch line would have a default masquerade mask, the fan is then advised to decorate it however they please and then they wear it to the concert.

He’d don the confident, smooth talker, dramatically shameless flirt persona so well it’s ridiculous. (he’s already like that what am i saying).

Hugo’s the type of idol to fluster other idols without meaning to. He could just be standing there, looking at the other attentively, waiting patiently for them to respond while the other idol is silently losing it.

“Hm?” Hugo hummed, heterochromatic eyes fixed on the nervous idol’s eyes, which were currently set at an unimpressive corner of the room. “I couldn’t quite catch your words earlier… Would you care to repeat yourself? If that isn’t proven to be troublesome, that is.”

And would Hugo revel in this power? Yes. Don’t lie to me and say he wouldn’t. Yes he would.

All he has to do his direct his undivided attention to someone, flutter his pretty eyelashes and that’s enough to render someone mute 💔 actually unstoppable.

nation’s heartthrob™

Hugo would be one of those idols who try to portray themselves as open, but are incredibly private about their personal life.

His Hypoglycemia? He’d clutch that secret close to his heart like his life depends on it.

The public would only find out about his hypoglycemia if he overworked himself too hard for a world tour and he so happens to collapse as he performs.

Ever since then, whenever he does a fan sign, many fans may try to gift him sweets (clueless about his great dislike for sweet treats) or glucose tablets to try to lessen the extensive labor being put on his body.

“Oh? For me?” Hugo whispered, taking the small cupcake with great care, as if he were handling a fragile artifact rather than a symbol of terror. His eyes softened before he knew it. “How generous.. Why, thank you. I’ll make sure to cherish this treat for as long as I live.”

His talking voice → swoon worthy.

Fans would love his talking voice so much. So much so that he would record asmr videos where he just reads a book on the side, similar to an audiobook.

And Hugo? He’s flattered. Yet, he’s not surprised, it doesn’t take much for his fans to go crazy over him. (lowkey real!!! I’m his fans!!! 😊).

His concerts would go CRAZYYYY, he’d have those types of concerts where you PRAY your parents don’t tag along with you.

“Hey so… why is his shirt off?” Your parent asks, “Could’ve sworn it was on a second ago.” Eyebrows raised in bewilderment. “And why is he grinding on the floor-?”

“That step is crucial to the choreo. We don’t question, we observe.” You say calmly, eyes fixed on everything but Hugo currently grinding on the floor while fans scream in either terror or fascination. This is not your first rodeo.

If there was a concert vibe that’d fit him well, it'd be an Nct or Ateez concert… you can imagine.

^ first song that came to mind is love on the floor by nct 127 i IMPLOREE you to listen to it, it’ll make so much sense i pinky promise.

Shirt? Off. (his shirt being ripped off in his ep is CRUCIAL to his lore ok). Hair once tied in a low ponytail? Now loose and free to the elements. The concert? It would put magic mike to shame.

But worry not, for his encore would make the fans tear up by making sure to sing/dance to his most heart wrenching songs in his entire discography.. To keep them guessing, of course! (his ep in a nutshell basically).

Talking about ‘keep them guessing’, he’d be the most unpredictable idol ever.’

Wild card.

You wouldn’t know if he’d either flirt with you or make a snarky comment when provoked.

Talking about snarky comments - it would be impossible to media train Hugo. He simply does not care.

At the beginning of his career, sure, he’d abide by the rules for the most part - he’d keep his mouth tightly shut (with the exception of making small comments. Those comments where you didn’t know you were insulted until a few hours later). Wouldn’t snap back if a fan and or producer intruded in his space for the most part.

The only time he’d EVERRR break the picture perfect idol persona is if Vivian or a fan of his was in danger, he wouldn’t hesitate to put his reputation on the line.

But the moment he’s considered a senior? It’s free rein, he’ll say whatever he wants.

Not beating the gay allegations I can already sense it. His flamboyant ass is NOT doing him any favors.

Does Hugo care? No.

Instead, he’d fan the flames in order to stir chaos and further confusion for funsies.

His manager would be working overtime to make sure Hugo doesn’t get canceled or something💔

The fan wars between mockingbird and victoria housekeeping co. fans would be diabolical. This would be the equivalent of armys vs. blinks duking it out on twitter dot com. 💔

Hugo would have many vocal hard stans (hard stans are those who mainly focus on their idol’s mature side).

There would be PLENTY of those… → I.e. the infamous “no guillotine can take away the head i’m about to give him.” quotes.

Thirst traps.

^ Hugo doesn’t seem like the type to make the thirst trap himself, but I’m sure his fans would be more than happy to produce plenty and post them on the inter-knot.

The moment he hears about it thanks to Vivian, he’d find it too amusing… but play it off nonchalantly 🥀(WHO does he think he is).

“Oh? Is this how my fans view me?” Hugo sighed loudly, acting as if he didn’t play a direct role in making sure one of his fans got a good frame of his abs in 4k. “Hm. How peculiar.”

(🫧) on a real note though!!! i should've prefaced this weeks ago... but hugo is one of those idols who does NOT have to take their shirt off in order to be sexy - the confident way he expresses himself, his overall roguish vibe and classy way of dressing is already enough.

(🫧) ^ he doesn't have to show off his abs in order for fans to go feral, his presence is already enough.

(🫧) but the abs are definitely a plus!

DEFINITELY those idols who play into the parasocial relationship aspect 💔gotta make bank somehow.

^ “Hm? What is that? You have another favorite artist besides me?” Hugo spoke, his heterochromatic eyes drilling into your own with his very being. Corners of his lips quirking up in subtle amusement. “Ah.. such a shame. Such. A. Shame.” He huffed. “How foolish of me to believe that only i was capable enough to steal your heart.”

 like always, no one can tell if he’s being sincere or not (Which knowing him, it's a mix of both).

cw: might be ooc, over-explainer galore, i yap alot😭(I accidently wrote 4 pages instead of two on a google doc hello💔). First post ohmge kinda scary it may be buns !!! word count: 1702

Would be homeschooled for the majority of his elementary career (was too busy surviving the literal hunger games his ‘parents’ orchestrated in the name of handpicking an eligible, cruel heir). That is until his parents had enough of his shenanigans and enrolled him into a private school in his high school years.

Enrolled in those top tier private schools (Those schools where reputation matters more than the student body, but that’s almost every school what can I say). Where everyone has a ruler up their butt. Those ridiculously wealthy schools where kids pull up in helicopters, beef wellingtons served in the cafeteria every Tuesday.

Lunch ladies love him for some reason, which ends up in them giving him two extra slices of medium rare steak.

Instead of eating it, he’d give those extra slices to Vivian to ensure she’s eating.

Due to Hugo’s familial connections with the Ravenlocks (illegitimate or not), classmates would either be intimidated/wary of him (i.e: walk in the opposite direction if they ever encountered him in the hallways). Or others would try to form some sort of connection with him in order to gain something out of it. (i.e: power, status, wealth).

If one would ignore his familial connections that are drenched with cruelty and nobility, classmates would still be intimidated by him regardless - most likely due to the effortless confidence and elegance he carries around like a second skin, making even the most cocky individuals feel a bit uneasy.

To be frank, even if people wouldn't mess with him generally, there would still be a few mean-spirited classmates who would weaponize his background against him - like his heterochromia.

There's just something about Hugo that inspires people to talk about him.

And Hugo? He’s not oblivious to people’s perceptions about him. In fact, he finds their perceptions to be quite ridiculous and hilarious - to an extent.

Especially the vampire allegations, thanks to his pallid skin and sharp fangs. For shits and giggles he’d play into it just to cause some mild chaos for his own amusement.

“What? Can’t keep your eyes off my sharp canines?” He hummed, smiling in a way that made his sharp fangs prominent under the fluorescent lights. “Afraid they’d suck you dry? That should be the least of your concerns, I’d say~”

Knowing him, he would use people’s perception of him to his advantage, weaponizing their fear and his mysterious allure to weasel himself out of situations, or in situations.

And he’d get away with whatever shenanigans he plans on doing while flashing that stupid grin of his.

pretty boy™

Ragebaiter of the CENTURY oh my god he’d be absolutely ruthless.

He’s one of those people who would provoke you with a seamless smile on their face. Their words wouldn’t bother you as much, not as much as their conniving smile that screams ‘I won’ would be the most aggravating part of his whole ragebaiting process.

Hugo would most DEFINITELY be popular (not by choice), even if he’s feared by his peers.

He’s the type of person to have a BUNCH of connections (while maintaining cold distance), dislikes every one of those people but lingers around anyway. Still flashing that same smile that doesn’t reach his eyes in order to garner information on everyone to use to his advantage for a future situation. #networking!!

Would be such a good gossiper, it's almost criminal. The great lengths he’d do just to remain updated on the latest tea is kinda funny, but asinine in an eccentric way.

The type to stir the pot without inserting himself into the drama - mainly dip his toes into the drama, but not fully submerge himself if you catch my drift.

Like imagine a group of people having a verbal argument, trying to figure out who exacerbated the situation when the real culprit is blending into the background with a sly grin on their face. Yes, that'd be Hugo.💔

“Oh? You don’t think your best friend is a traitor?” Hugo questioned, fighting the urge to let out a scoff at his classmate’s naivety. Regardless, he leaned in, his warm breath fanning their ear. “Well… A little birdie told me something rather scandalous that ought to catch your utmost attention.”

Oh my god he’s such a devil’s advocate.

A common phenomena that’d definitely happen is whenever he’s in the middle of his immersive storytelling regarding tea he heard a few days ago, the classroom would suddenly go silent at the worst parts.

“Hm? Sounds like we have an audience~” He exhaled through his nose, leaning his cheek against the palm of his gloved hand. “How quaint.”

Theatre kid (pretty self-explanatory have you HEARD his combat dialogue good lord).

Would most definitely be cast in those roles where he has to play the villain/cool, hot mysterious suave guy and he’d play into his role a little too well no one knows whether he’s acting or not.

Edgelord 5000 but his face card conceals it well.

Hugo’s one of those people who are intimidatingly good looking so you're under the assumption they're normal, only for them to be weird/eccentric/edgy that it’s jarring.

Hugo would be like the theatre kid equivalent of those choir kids who break into song in the middle of class, but instead of singing he emotes.

Dramatic hand movements (i.e: placing the back of his hand to his forehead like a distressed maiden). Would spur random one-liners with such confidence you don’t know whether to let out an audible sigh of resignation, cringe, or be in awe - or all of the above in that exact order.

“Now now, don’t flash that icy glare my way,” Hugo tapped his finger against his chest. Slowly, with the intention of provoking a response. “Surely you wouldn’t want to break a gentleman’s heart now, would you?”

Is the type of classmate to ask you to help him memorize his lines during lunch.

Favorite play is most DEFINITELYYY Phantom of the Opera. (I only thought of this because of the song Phantom by Wayv i SO recommend it!!!).

If he were to join clubs he’d be in the drama and or fashion/sewing clubs.

Dance clubs? He'd either participate in those elegant waltz, ballroom dancing ones or tango.

Classmates may or may not fight to be his partner for those dances. Simply because he's good at what he does (Charming and chivarlous) - and happens to look good while doing it.

Takes French all 4 years. Absolutely harrowing. Why would he do that.

Knows how to play violin, piano and the organ eerily well. Only because his parents forced him at a young age.

Does NOT play when it comes to designer, is the type to point out people’s fake designer. (I'm pretty sure there was a whole main story dialogue event related to this in 1.6😭).

Hugo would ONLY point out people’s fake designer if he believes they deserve it. He’d be such a snake about it you couldn’t tell if he was genuinely insulting you or not.

Sometimes he doesn’t even sugarcoat his contempt, depending on how pissed off he is.

Yet no matter how pissed off he is, he manages to convey his rage with such elegant finesse it’s remarkable. The art of passive aggressiveness!

He most definitely learned how to be a snake through attending those banquets his parents forced him to attend under the Ravenlock name.

“Goodness… someone of your caliber ought to know your bag is… ersatz." Hugo began, letting his finger caress the red lining of the bag, prodding at the synthetic material with quiet displeasure. Golden brows furrowed. "The red lining is far too deep, too loud in a space that isn't meant to be filled,” He sighed, shaking his head side to side in mild disappointment. “Much less filled by you and your poor mimicry, if you will.”

And as soon as they flash him a flabbergasted look that screamed "What did you just say?"

He'd just flash that same serene smile that drips with unadulterated venom, playing dumb - the epitome of innocence!! "Ah! but what do I know?"

Like at this point you would rather be called ugly by him than whatever clever, pointed and personal insult Hugo has tucked in his chest pocket at the ready.

He's a literal diva I fear he would NOT hold back💔his name is literally Hugo Vlad what did we expect.

Has the uncanny ability to spot someone’s botched plastic surgery.

You'd notice him looking at someone for far too long and before you could ask him about it he starts listing off every procedure imaginable.

"Rhinoplasty, lip filler, cheek implants, brow bone reduction, buccal fat removal, botox, eye lift-"

If there was a class he’d excel at the most, he’d excel in history. Given his allure to items that have rich history, he would love history class.

If there was a designated uniform, he’d rebel by either not wearing said uniform and or modifying his uniform slightly that matches his aesthetic, or wearing a mockingbird pin on his chest - a sign of his mini ‘rebellion.’

Is the type to sit at the back of the classroom and watch a show on his Chromebook when bored.

Would finish his work quickly just so he could do whatever he wanted for the remainder of class.

If a teacher were to notice him not doing his work (i.e: either reading a book or bothering talking to Vivian) and calls him out on it, he’d save his ass every single time. Regardless if he did his work or not.

“Ah, pardon my insolence, professor.” He tapped the end of his pen against the fine paper. “But if you’re so inclined to believe what isn’t true, then that’s fine by me. Fine, continue supporting your self-serving bias tendencies~”

Can smell him from a mile away, but instead of axe body spray it’d be his expensive cologne

Always has a handkerchief on him no matter the occasion.

If you need information on a certain classmate, the best person to ask is definitely Hugo. He’s the type of person who would only need a name and he’d find everything about them with the snap of his fingers.