Haiiiiii can I request a my inner demon boys (maybe plus Ava if you want) with a reader who is just chaos. Like they have a lot of energy around the boys and tackle them and stuff but when she is out in public they just shut up? You can add nsfw! Thank you! And take your time. β€οΈ
M.I.D ΰ¨ΰ§ : κ° Daemos x Chaotic! Reader
Warnings: Fluff, Stupid blabbering, Chaotic reader
A/N: I made one of these a while ago, but this is now an updated version of the daemos dating a chaotic! reader
Summary: Reader is straight up just Chaotic...
β°ββ€ βΈβΈβ My Street & My Inner Demons ΰ Λ.
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§Asch/Ash ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§ππ₯ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ Asch learned very quickly that you were loud on purpose. Around the others, you bounced, laughed, tackled, clung to arms and shoulders like gravity didnβt apply to you. Around him, you were even worse always touching, always too close, always getting him to react
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§ππ₯ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ He complained constantly. Snapped at you to behave. Threatened fire, punishment, even death. None of it worked. Youβd just grin and do it again, and somehow, impossibly, he never actually stopped you
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§ππ₯ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ When you tackled him for the first time, everyone froze. Asch went rigid, cheeks flaring with heat. He didnβt throw you off. Didnβt burn you. Just stood there, scowling, as if he was deciding whether daemos was worth saving over this
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§ππ₯ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ Asch has witnessed you brawl with Ava one time because she kept a snack stash from you. You weaved around her to grab some, but she kept pulling you back, cursing at you while you giggled happily. Eventually, you stole it anyway, climbed up to a high space, and ate it like some sort of monkey
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§ππ₯ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ He doesnβt understand why you love it when he uses his fire. You always move closer to him for the warmth, and sometimes you even ask him to light things like sparklers. He completely freaks out while you giggle and run off with it, laughing, as Ava scrambles to explain to the Daemos what a sparkler is
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§ππ₯ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ In public, though, you changed. You walked quietly at his side. Hands folded. Eyes forward. No touching. No chaos. No laughter. The shift was so sudden it unsettled him more than your energy ever had
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§ππ₯ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ Asch noticed immediately. His irritation simmered, sharp and confused. He kept glancing at you, waiting for you to break, to poke at him, to lean too close. You didnβt βExplain yourself,β he muttered once, low enough that no one else could hear βWeβre in public,β you answered calmly
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§ππ₯ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ He didnβt like that answer. He moved closer anyway, leather jacket brushing your arm, presence looming like a silent warning to anyone watching
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§ππ₯ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ When you were alone again, your chaos returned all at once grabbing his arm, talking too fast, sitting too close. Relief hit him before he could stop it. His shoulders eased. The fire in his chest steadied
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§ππ₯ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ Asch would never admit it, but your energy grounded him. Reminded him that he was more than a prince, more than a fading magic, more than an execution waiting to happen. And if he ever went quiet around him, truly quiet, his temper flared instantly. Not at you, but at the world βSpeak,β heβd demand, voice tight because silence from you was the only thing that ever scared Prince Asch
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§Rhys ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§πΆοΈπ¦ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ Rhys understood your chaos as a choice, not a flawβ¦ slightly
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§πΆοΈπ¦ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ Around the others, you were restless hands always moving, energy spilling over in laughter and impulsive touches. You disrupted people, never plan. Rhys noticed that immediately, and because of it, he never corrected you
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§πΆοΈπ¦ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ Due to headcanons of the Daemos having a heightened sense of smell, this man will know when you light something on fire, plan a prank, or if something toxic is nearby
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§πΆοΈπ¦ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ When he needs to calm you down from doing something dumb, he tries to soothe you. It kind of worksβ¦ until he looks away to go back to his studies and youβre suddenly out of the room, climbing the pillars of their magical home inside Avaβs walls
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§πΆοΈπ¦ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ He likes to study and relax most of the time, but when you barge in out of nowhere and sit down in his little laboratory, he knows youβre about to do something dumb
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§πΆοΈπ¦ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ When heβs stressed, he actually likes seeing your face pop up out of nowhere, but he also owns a spray bottle and will absolutely spray you when you do something dumb
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§πΆοΈπ¦ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ In public, you became still. Your voice lowered. Your posture straightened. The chaos vanished behind careful manners and watchful silence
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§πΆοΈπ¦ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ Rhys found his attention drawn to you then, not out of suspicion, but admiration. Restraint, when chosen, was a form of intelligence. He adjusted his position subtly, standing nearer, angling his body just enough to shield you. If you were quiet, he would make sure it was safe to be
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§πΆοΈπ¦ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ When the others were gone, the energy returned like a released breath. You leaned over his shoulder as he planned, spoke too quickly, and bumped into him without apology. He sighed, patient and long-suffering, yet never asked you to stop. Your presence interrupted his thoughts, but never unpleasantly
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§πΆοΈπ¦ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ You reminded him the world existed beyond strategy. On the rare occasions you went quiet in private, Rhys noticed at once. He set aside his work, eyes softening behind his lenses. βTalk to me,β he said not as an order, but an invitation
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§πΆοΈπ¦ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ Rhys did not need you to be calm, even though he got stressed because of your behaviour sometimes, he still valued that you could be and that you trusted him enough to be everything else, too
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§Pierce ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§π‘οΈπ‘οΈ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ You are loud where Pierce is silent. You talk with your hands, your feet, your whole body. Pierce watches more than he speaks, blue eyes tracking your movements like heβs making sure you donβt trip over yourself
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§π‘οΈπ‘οΈ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ You climb him like a tree whenever you can. Arms around his shoulders, leaning your weight against him without warning. He stiffens every time then relaxes, carefully adjusting so you donβt fall βSorry,β you say βYes,β he answers
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§π‘οΈπ‘οΈ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ Your chaos never scares him. After everything heβs done, noise doesnβt frighten Pierce. Sudden laughter, reckless movement, impulsive affection none of it feels dangerous. If anything, it feels alive
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§π‘οΈπ‘οΈ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ In public, you soften. Your voice lowers. You stay close. Pierce notices instantly. He positions himself behind you, then beside you, then just slightly in front, shield first, words second
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§π‘οΈπ‘οΈ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ He is gentle with you always. Large hands guiding you out of crowds. Quiet nudges away from danger. If someone startles you, Pierce steps in without a second thought
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§π‘οΈπ‘οΈ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ You tease him for only saying βYes.β You ask ridiculous questions just to hear it βDo you love me?β A pause filling you to before a quiet ββ¦Yes.β was heard, causing you to laugh while he looked away
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§π‘οΈπ‘οΈ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ Pierce goes very still the moment Asch makes a snarky remark and takes the last bite of your favourite food. He sees it in your posture first the slight crouch, the narrowed focus. You are about to launch
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§π‘οΈπ‘οΈ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ He reacts on pure instinct. One large hand wraps around your waist before your feet even leave the ground βNo,β he says quietly
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§π‘οΈπ‘οΈ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ You absolutely lose it anyway Kicking. Thrashing. Reaching for Asch like a rabid animal being denied prey. Pierce lifts you fully off the ground putting you in air jail tucking you securely against his chest as he turns and walks away like this is a normal Tuesday occurrence
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§π‘οΈπ‘οΈ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ You are feral in his arms βPUT ME DOWNβ βNo.β βHE ATE MY FOODβ βYes.β Noi watches them go with stars in his eyes βWhoaβ¦β Rhys blinks behind his glasses, trying to process the situation logically βThat wasβ¦ efficient.β
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§π‘οΈπ‘οΈ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ Leif just stares, mouth slightly open ββ¦Did he just kidnap them?β Pierce does not stop walking until youβve calmed down, gently rocking you despite your protests. When your energy finally burns out, he adjusts his grip so youβre more comfortable never once acknowledging the audience
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§π‘οΈπ‘οΈ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ Later, without a word, Pierce hands you another portion of your favourite food. He doesnβt explain where it came from but Asch refuses to make eye contact for the rest of the day
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§π‘οΈπ‘οΈ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ He has this sense of knowing when youβre about to do something idiotic. He had it when the others joined, but when he started dating you, it spiked dramatically
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§π‘οΈπ‘οΈ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ Pierce knows exactly when to stick out his arm and stop you mid-charge from attacking a flying bird once. You just stare at him for a moment before immediately clinging to him instead
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§π‘οΈπ‘οΈ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ Pierce is a quick learner, like Rhys well, not as good as Rhys but he can understand and pick things up faster than the other Daemos
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§π‘οΈπ‘οΈ ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ When you are quiet for too long, Pierce notices. He doesnβt ask why. He simply sits beside you, shoulder to shoulder, grounded and warm. His silence says more than words ever could
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§Leif ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§πΏπ©ΈΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ Leif clocked your chaos immediately. The way you moved too fast, laughed too loud, tackled people without warning. Instead of being annoyed, he was interested. Chaos recognized chaos
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§πΏπ©ΈΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ You didnβt flinch at his teeth or his threats. When he smirked and warned you he could kill you, you only laughed and poked his teeth. The first time you did it, he froze, then barked out a laugh before he could stop himself. He told himself it meant nothing
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§πΏπ©ΈΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ Around the Daemos, you were all motion and sound. You tackled Noi without warning, stole stuff from Pierceβs hands, climbed onto furniture just to prove you could
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§πΏπ©ΈΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ Leif watched you with narrowed eyes at first, expecting the damage that usually followed unpredictability. It never came. You were reckless, yes but never cruel which confused him more than anything
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§πΏπ©ΈΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ The moment others were around humans, strangers, crowds you changed. Your voice lowered. Your movements slowed
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§πΏπ©ΈΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ You stayed close but not clingy, alert but calm. Leif noticed immediately. He stayed nearer than necessary, eyes sharp, body angled protectively without thinking about it. He trusted your silence
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§πΏπ©ΈΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ Back behind closed doors, the chaos returned full force. You climbed pillars. You stole his shark tooth necklace when he was supposed to blend in with humans when Ava took you guys out and refused to give it back
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§πΏπ©ΈΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ You interrupted his healing spells by poking his sides just to watch him lose focus. He threatened you every time and never followed through once
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§πΏπ©ΈΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ Leif, who had lived his entire life alone, began to wait for you
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§πΏπ©ΈΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ When you went quiet unexpectedly, it unsettled him. Silence had always meant abandonment. He would ask carelessly, lightly what you were doing, but his eyes searched your face for signs you were about to disappear. You never did. You stayed.
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§ Noi ΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§ ππ©ΉΰΛ.κ±ΛΛ Noi had never known what to do with chaos before you. He was used to loud situations battlefields, shouting Daemos, Lady Grandmaβs cane but you were different
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§ ππ©ΉΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ Your chaos wasnβt violent or sharp. It was bright. Sudden. Everywhere at once. You tackled him without warning, climbed onto his back like it was the most natural thing in the world, stole his food mid-bite and laughed when he protested. He complained loudly, but He never asked you to stop
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§ ππ©ΉΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ Around the others, you were relentless. You dragged Noi into trouble just by existing near him, running through rooms, daring him to follow, laughing when he tripped over his own feet trying to keep up. He was always red in the face, half-panicked, half-excited, shouting your name while sprinting after you, and somehowβ¦ he loved it
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§ ππ©ΉΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ The moment strangers appeared crowds your steps slowed. You stayed close to Noi, careful and observant, your voice soft when you spoke. Noi noticed instantly. His grip on your sleeve tightened just a little, like you were the one grounding him now
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§ ππ©ΉΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ When you were alone again, the chaos snapped back into place. You climbed furniture. You poked his face just to watch him squeak. You tackled him onto the floor and refused to let him up until he laughed which didnβt take long. Noi was helpless against you, both physically and emotionally, flustered beyond belief and smiling the entire time
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§ ππ©ΉΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ Noi, who had been called weak his whole life, felt strong with you. Needed. Useful. When you got reckless, he hovered anxiously, tugging you back by your sleeve, shielding you from danger even when he was shaking himself
βββββ± Ϋ« Χ β§ ππ©ΉΰΛ.κ±ΛΛΛ Λ He burned through what little courage he had just to keep you safe, even if you're chaotic
