Demon In My Room (A Trophissues Fanfic)

The visit

Warning: this chapter contains dysphoria, misgendering, homophobia, transphobia, and a mental breakdown. If these topics trigger you, you can always leave and read some fluff. Oh and also content warning for Trophy x Tissues

"OK, so what you're telling me is ur the 'daughter' of the queen and king of hell, ur gonna have to wear a frilly dress even though they make you dysphoric, pretend that ur dating me, and convince ur homophobic, conservative mom that im a good partner for the 'princess' of hell?" Texted Tissues, sitting on his bed while texting Trophy, who was at the mall buying a dress and stilettos... And a wig that matched his original hair color, jet black.
Although he wore skirts occasionally, dresses were the worst for him. When he had came out to his parents, they forced him to wear a dress every day, despite his protests , thus making dresses bring back bad memories and dysphoria.

"Well, yes. ill be back in a sec, k? look presentable or smthn like that" Trophy texted back, walking outside the mall, dreading the next few hours of his already terrible life.

"Ya know, you don't have to do this. You could just, I don't know, flip them off. " Said Tissues, adjusting his tie for a suit he had bought three years ago, and somehow still fit.
"Flip off the literal MONARCH of HELL? I THINK NOT!" Said Trophy, walking out of the bathroom in that dress, "That could get me, you, and possibly a bunch more killed!"
"Fine, I'll do it, but if something goes wrong, I'm blaming you. " Sighed Tissues, holding back a sneeze.

The door to their room was knocked, and Trophy went up to open it "HI mom! How was life in hell?" Said Trophy, putting on a fake smile. "Nothing too much, dear, now could I see your fiance?" Said Gold. the monarch of hell... And Trophy's mom.
Tissues heard what Gold had said, and quickly stood up and walked over to Trophy's side. "Here I am, Mrs. Gold!" He said, putting on a fake grin as well, "Your daughter's a wonderful fiance!" Trophy's eye twitched at the word 'Daughter'. "Well, that's good, but what I want to know is if you're a good fiance. " Said Gold, walking in the room.

Gold walked around the room, and saw the decoration the two had put up in there. There wasn't much to look at, since the pictures that were usually hanging up on the wall were taken down, as most of them featured Trophy as his actual gender, and he couldn't have his parents think he was disobeying them.
"Well your room looks formal, now I'll ask your fiance a few questions." Stated Gold, sitting down on the bed and scooting uncomfortably close to Tissues. "So what job do you work?" "Uhmm, CVS. I get like $15 an hour." ...Well that was a bad start, but maybe the white-haired boy could provide protection for her little girl "How strong are you? Could you try lifting one of those weights over there?" She said, pointing to the area with weights nearby the window. "OK uhmm..." Tissues walked over to the weights, and picked up the largest one he could find, which was thirty pounds... Or, he at least tried to pick it up. Tissues stumbled and fell with the weight, and when he tried to get up, he sneezed all over gold and her outfit.

"... Who is this sickly excuse of a partner!?!? And why did you think he was a good one?!??! He got snot all over my clothes!!!" Screamed Gold, accidentally knocking over the cabinet where Trophy stored his photos. "MOM NO-!" Said Trophy, trying to stop his mom from looking at the pictures, but it was too late. She picked up one of them, and as soon as the saw the smiling boy in the frame, she crumpled it up and stomped over to her 'kid'.
"I come here ALL the way from the deepest depths of hell, only for you to be pretending to be a boy and dating an ugly freak!?!?" Gold Screamed at Trophy, slapping him across the face.

"Mom, I'm not pretending to be a boy, I AM a boy! Stop midgendering me! And Tissues isn't that ugly and he isn't a freak!" Screamed back Trophy, metaphorically and literally standing up against his mother. Gold punched Trophy in the face, and into the wall behind them. Luckily, the wall didn't dent. Tissues ran to Trophy's side, while Gold said, "If you really are that pathetic, I'll just make a new heir. And expect a visitor to 'take care' of you soon. "

Trophy got up from the floor, unscathed except for a few bruises on his face and a bloody nose, and ran into the bathroom. Tissues could hear sobbing from the bathroom door.
"Trophy... Are you ok?" Asked Tissues, knocking on the door to the bathroom. He didn't hear anything, well, except for for sobs and sniffles. Tissues decided he needed to comfort Trophy, despite having no prior knowledge of how to do that, so he opened the door to find Trophy in a state neither of them ever expected him to be seen in.
Trophy was on the floor, the wig and stilettos kicked off. It look like he was trying to rip off the dress he was wearing, though it didn't budge. Tissues got down beside Trophy, and said "Uhmm... Is it OK if I touch you?" Trophy looked at him, made a zipping motion with his mouth, and started rocking himself. Oh, thought Tissues, Trophy was nonverbal right now. He had heard of the term from YinYang, who sometimes went nonverbal as well. But then how would he talk to Trophy? Tissues remembered something YinYang did when they were nonverbal to communicate with others.
"OK, so put one finger up if I can touch you, two if I can't, three if it's somewhere in the middle, and four if you don't know. " Said Tissues, hoping it would work. Trophy looked up at him for a second, and put up three fingers. "Well, can I only touch your hands then?" Asked Tissues. Trophy put up one finger, prompting Tissues to grab his hands and start rubbing them in a soothing fashion. After a few minutes, Trophy looked a lot calmer, so Tissues said, "... Is it OK if I give you a hug now? Trophy put up one finger again and Tissues brought him in for a hug. Soon after Trophy hugged back, squeezing a little bit, though Tissues didn't mind, he liked bear hugs.
After a good ten minutes of hugs, Trophy pulled away, and gave a thumbs-up, signaling he was feeling better. Tissues got up from where he sat, and said, "Now do you want to take a shower and get into something better?" Trophy put up one finger, and Tissues left the bathroom.

While Trophy was in the shower, Tissues changed out of his suit and into some comfortable pajamas. Trophy walked out of the bathroom wearing a Go-Diego-Go set of PJs, though Tissues didn't mind. Trophy also hugged a plushie to his chest to make him feel better when he didn't have a binder on.
Trophy walked up to the shelf, which was somehow unharmed during his and Gold's altercation, and got the notebook he would use to communicate with when he was nonverbal, though he never got to use it since he usually went nonverbal alone. He wrote in it, and gave it to Tissues. His writing said, "Can i lay on ur bed tonight pls?" Tissues nodded, blushing the tiniest amount, though it was still noticeable due to his pale skin tone, and Trophy crawled up onto the bed, still holding his communication book.
"Ya know, thanks for sticking up for me earlier." Said Tissues looking at Trophy. Trophy wrote in his note book again, it said, "No, I should be the one thanking you!" With a scribbled out smiley face emoticon and heart. Tissues giggled a bit, and said, "No problem, I was just helping a friend out!" He then noticed Trophy was sleeping, looked around the room, blushed a WHOLE lot, and placed a quick kiss on Trophy's forehead, before laying his head down and almost immediately falling asleep.

Trophy blushed a bit and smiled.

(A/N) HI! So I wrote this fic for a prompt from r/writingprompts, and now I'm probably going to turn this into an au. I also have another au made from r/writingprompts, and I'm probably going to post that one, too.

1,335 words! YIPPEE

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