Could I please request some headcanons of Alastor, Lucifer, Vox, Adam and Charlie with a reader that has a singing voice never similar to Laufey? Maybe they could walk in on the reader singing to themself “From the Start” by Laufey while being too distracted to notice anyone entering?
I'm not ashamed to admit I've been listening to Laufey consistently since literally 2020, I found her song Promise the very day it dropped, listened to it for over 24 hours straight while visiting another state in a shitty hotel room and never looked back. Is there a name for fans of her? If not I'd suggest Laufettes (if that catches on I'm coining it as mine) ANYWAY this is an adorable hecking ask and I am so happy to write for Vox and Adam bc they're both bastards that I adore
Under the cut bc this is a bit long for what I usually post!
Adam
- he's heard you sing before. Whether it was accidental or on purpose he can recognize your distinct tone in an instant.
- that said, he was approaching his office, alone for once without a specific Exterminator up his ass, exhausted. He wanted to sleep. Initially he thought he was hallucinating when he heard your recognizable voice singing but as he approached the door, he came to the conclusion you were actually singing and listened for a moment.
- "I don't need reminders of how you don't feel the same...oh the burning pain, listening to you harp on 'bout some new soulmate. She's so perfect, blah blah blah, oh how I wish you'll wake up one day...run to me, confess your-"
- the door is busted down before you got to the chorus
- "I can't do a cool-as-shit guitar riff to that!" He complained aloud. Your face was flushed and your expression was a mix of embarrassment, shock and mild upset. Noticing this his own expression softened, removing his masked helmet and setting it on a table, approaching you.
- "you have an amazing voice as always sugar tits, and hey! I'm sure one day whoever you're singing about will come around and like you back."
- this was going to be difficult.
Alastor
- let's be real for a second, this man adores your singing. It's a mix between contemporary and retro in a way that tickles his fancy. He's listening all the time, even when you think he's not. He has his ways.
- that said, you were in the den as usual, alone. Everyone knows to leave you to your own devices when you're in the den alone, it's where you often go to think and reflect. Alastor however does not respect this rule, not that you mind. But you didn't think he'd phase into the room mid-song.
- "...and I sound like a loon, but don't you feel it, too? Confess I've loved you from the start."
- Alastor appears seemingly from thin air as you're singing, you were unaware of a particularly curious shadow observing you sing out your feelings to a certain man you didn't know was listening.
- "you have a very charming accent," he complimented as he approached your shocked form, too surprised to react yet. Brushing a strand of hair from your face he said, "I could listen to you mourn the loss of an unreturned love for centuries, my dear." He has an unusual way of expressing himself sometimes, but that's part of the reason you're doing this exact thing in his honor.
- one day he'll realize he feels like a loon, too.
Charlie
- if she knew the lyrics she'd leap into song with you and make it a huge theatrical scene the way only she can, but for this scenario we're going to assume you wrote this song yourself, and she doesn't know the lyrics.
- someone else informed her that you were singing, something you refuse to do in front of anyone. It's likely Vaggi told her, who for all intensive purposes is just a close confidant to Charlie.
- she'd stand in the doorway for a minute, listening to you sing before making herself known.
- "love is driving me a bit insane...have to get this off my chest, I'm telling you today, that when I talk to-"
- "why don't you sing for us? You sound incredible!" Charlie jumped around the corner scaring the life out of you. She didn't mean to, she just got caught up in her own excitement and adoration for you, as she often does. She'd spend the next hour begging you to sing for the Hotel, either to advertise it or as a sort of concert for the Hotel Staff and Guests. Whether you'll do it or not is your choice, she'll respect "no" as a complete sentence but if you do agree to it she'll be over the moon and lose herself in preparations and planning, making sure no one can fuck it up.
Lucifer
- he was making his morning coffee in his beloved Deer Season mug, because this guy knows how to hold a grudge, when he heard a familiar melody coming from the direction of the foyer. No one was there this early, so he assumed you were singing to yourself. He'd peek around the corner and watch, not wanting to interfere with your privacy but painfully curious.
- "confess I loved you, just thinking of you...I know I've loved you, from the start."
- he's melting inside with appreciation for your vocals and how genuine you sound, and he's also immensely jealous of whoever you're singing this to in your mind. He's not the sharpest tool in the shed, he was just late in hearing you utter his name mid-song.
- "you sound...incredible." He would state this like a fact everyone knows as he makes himself known. "Your voice is so pretty." You'd be a flustered mess, but he's so gentle about it in a way he only shows you. He may be clueless but he knows you're pining after someone, and the impossible thought of it being him sets his heart on fire.
Vox
- this guy...is very full of himself. He was worshipped in the TV and news industries while alive, and now in Hell he's an icon in the world of entertainment as a whole.
- so when he overheard your singing of course his first thought was, "aww, they're singing about me!!" Count your lucky stars Vox you're fucking right
- "don't you notice how I get quiet when there's no one else around? Me and you and awkward silence..."
- dude bursts through the door shouting, "we could monetize that voice! Think of the possibilities - starring roles in musical theatre if that's your thing, maybe you can be a voice actor for sexy cartoon characters, or-!" It's here that he realizes you weren't auditioning for his approval, you were crying. His face glitches a little with surprise, he's not often known someone to sing a love ballad and genuinely cry.
- "...who are you singing about?" His voice is quiet, but it's neither cold nor dangerous, it's almost...desperately hopeful? This would be a great time to confess for real, and if you did so he'd show off his hubris as a safety mechanism but welcome you with open arms, agreeing to keep it private if you wanted; at least for the time being. However if you chose to keep it to yourself you'd only be winding him tighter around your finger, waiting with baited breath for the day you fall into his arms for good.
And my OC Willow's big brother figure that saved her life several times over
(Nymphie here!)
Kicking myself for not seeing and therefore posting this earlier, it lowkey shows that I haven't looked at my inbox in a bit
Azrael is in reference to my most recent post right below this one; a personal fic I wrote that Remy convinced me to post. It didn't do well with interaction in comparison to my usual posts but that's fine, I'm glad I gave them a reason to go public with their OC because he is INCREDIBLE and I absolutely LOVE HIM and you should too
Hiiii I wrote this on the 28th and my bestie @willowaudreykeyes has convinced me to upload it because they liked it that much. Nixie belongs to me, the mysterious character Azrael belongs to @willowaudreykeyes (I'm just gonna call em Remy from now on) and fic is under cut bc sexual harassment tw, so of course be safe and don't read if that bothers you. Otherwise thanks for reading in advance (and pls don't judge my personal writing too hard)
"Here; your drink."
The soft, melodic voice and scent of hot, rich coffee snapped Azrael from his wandering thoughts and back to the present. Nixie leaned over a little, passing him a hot coffee with a warm smile. Glancing up at her and nodding in thanks he accepted the Styrofoam cup and his cold fingers relaxed as the heat from the drink seeped into his bones, soothing the seemingly endless ache of his age. He never quite felt it or thought of it but he was indeed ancient, his existence in Heaven having spanned before the dawn of humans, before the dawn of the Earth itself. Humans had their theories of how the Earth came to be and they traveled Heaven and Hell seamlessly, echoing myths and fables humans created to understand the workings of his Father, the one they called God, but ultimately it was unknown even to him how Father had come around to creating Earth. It wasn't for him to know. He just knew that humans were creative little creatures.
"Azrael."
His thoughts had begun to roam again. Coming back to the present Azrael fixed his onyx gaze on Nixie again, unsure of what she'd asked him. Before he could ask her to, she repeated herself.
"Do you want something to eat? You haven't eaten at all today...or yesterday..." Her voice trailed off uncertainly. Azrael frowned; had he skipped eating again? He was little more than skin, bone and slim muscle as it was. Someday he'd be too miserably thin to even lift his scythe. Chuckling to himself at the thought he decided to appease Nixie; it seemed the Hellborn was very fond of him, and he didn't mind playing into her slightly over caring demeanor; it's just how she is and he enjoyed her antics.
On this specific outing Nixie had convinced Azrael to let her treat him to breakfast at a new cafe run by a friendly, elderly Hellhound couple and their son. He agreed for two reasons. One and most importantly, he wanted to spend time with Nixie and didn't mind her being a little overzealous over him - it's been a long time since anyone gave him this kind of attention. And two, less important but still a good reason, he'd been waiting for an opportunity to get her alone. He wanted to see how she reacted to strangers, to exciting new scenarios like this, perhaps even to him complimenting her appearance. So when he told her to look nice, he wasn't expecting her to be ready to leave wearing a pair of somewhat tight black jeans, his hoodie wrapped around her hips and tied at her lower stomach and an almost normal black shirt...if not for the diamond shape expertly sewn out of the upper torso of the shirt, exposing a criminal amount of cleavage.
This wasn't the first time Azrael had seen a woman's bosom, not his first time seeing it up close either. What was distressing was how every time she moved it appeared she was all but intentionally making her breasts the center of attention on her.
*She's just exploring her boundaries,* he told himself. *She wants to know what she's comfortable with, and she feels safe doing so with me.* Admittedly he'd rather Nixie explore herself with him than with a stranger or with no protection at all.
That was little comfort though, as she stood batting her eyelashes of her one large eye at him with a warm smile before repeating his sandwich order to herself under her breath as she moved to approach the counter and pay for the meal.
As Nixie left again Azrael relaxed a little and took another long, slow swig of his coffee. He could tell Nixie made this herself. The cream to sugar ratio was perfect and he knew the tang of the water she produced herself. It was clean, fresh and carried the taste of minerals long gone from Earth and not easily found in Heaven. It was his secret perfect coffee and he wanted it kept that way.
Azrael's gaze flitted to the side when he noticed Nixie approaching him after a few minutes, carrying his sandwich in one hand and a small bowl of something freshly cooked for herself that carried the scent of spices and fresh beef. Likely chili. Before she could make it halfway back to him though she was interrupted by a rather unpleasant comment from an Incubus who never seemed to learn manners.
"Nice tits, ma! C'mere and lemme get a feel!" Crowed a tall, well-built, stocky-framed Incubus. He was making his intentions with Nixie clear and how Azrael would approach his flirtatious friendship with Nixie going forward was suddenly going to be decided by how she handled this situation.
Was Nixie going to respond to the Incubus's advances with shared interest or was she going to reserve herself?
Nixie turned to the Incubus, blinking in surprise.
"I'm sorry?" Her voice was more of a scoff than an inquiry, she didn't take the Incubus seriously. His grin unwavering he continued to pester.
"Yeah! You got a nice rack; not too big but definitely not too small, you could do a lot with those!" Nixie turned a bright fuschia at his words and took a step away, unconsciously nearing Azrael.
"Umm...I'm not interested." She said plainly, her voice uncertain, before moving to return to Azrael's side. She didn't get far though.
"What, you think because you're a Siren you can be a prude? What kind of bitch shows off tits like those and **isn't** looking to fuck? Is this your little Envy game, making me jealous of whatever guy or bitch gets to see those with the shirt off?" Nixie visibly cringed many times throughout the racially profiling statement, especially when he mistakenly called her out as a full-blooded Siren.
"I'm...not even full Siren. I'm half-Succubus, asshole." She snapped, ears pressed to her head and a growl growing in the bottom of her chest. The Incubus's eyes widened and his tone of voice changed.
"Wait, you're a **half-breed**?!" He seemed disgusted now. "Your parents couldn't dedicate to their own species so they fucked and made a race traitor baby like you? Oh, and to think I was gonna stick my dick in you! Fuck that, half-breed bitches are always crazy, **especially** the half-Siren ones." Throwing her the double middle finger the Incubus finally left, off hunting another potential booty call and after staring at his retreating form for a moment Nixie wordlessly returned to Azrael.
Sitting down with her head lowered and bottom lip beginning to quiver she passed him the sandwich and just stared at the foam bowl she held for herself, as if uncertain if she still had an appetite after the sexual harassment she just went through, followed by being racially profiled. Azrael knew that look on Nixie's face too well; it hit deep.
Stretching his hand out to cup her fluffy cheek Azrael drifted his left thumb over her face, lightly wiping away the first tears that dripped from her eye down her soft fuzzy face. She looked up at him, her eye searching for something. Anything to reassure her. Without a second thought, already deciding he wanted to comfort her he gave in.
"You're not a whore and you're not crazy," he murmured softly. Nixie blinked at him, her expression pained, before taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, resting her face into his hand while closing her eye.
"Thank you," she whispered, burying her muzzle into his palm for a few minutes to cry without being seen by anyone, but mainly not being seen like this in front of Azrael.
He was patient, occasionally making a soft shushing sound or murmuring words of comfort only audibly enough for Nixie to hear. After a few solid minutes passed she calmed down and finally looked at him again, her eye wide with shame.
"What that Incubus said about it, it wasn't...it wasn't all false...Sirens are pompous and stuck-up, and females are easy to get in bed. They wear their body count like a badge of honor and plaster their possessions around like a taunt." She blinked away fresh tears.
"B-but I'm not like that, I promise! I was separated from Sirens as a whole before it became part of my personality. We aren't born that way, it's learned. And I never want to be associated with Sirens other than by physical race. I would never..." She was incapable of finishing her sentence and just sniffled. Azrael nodded his head in understanding.
Nixie didn't turn down the Incubus because he was a douchebag. She did it because the only one she wanted speaking to her in such a way....was Azrael. He knew this. She was obvious about it in the way she looked at him. It was humbling to know she'd turned down an opportunity she was written in blood to accept in turn for being honest and dedicated to Azrael. He'd never directly questioned if she would be loyal to him or not - she did so much to earn just him smile that he couldn't imagine her going after anyone else.
"I'd never think of you like that," he promised. The words 'I love you too much to do that' almost fell from his lips, but confirmation of the fuzzy feeling she gave him every time she was near wasn't exactly appropriate right now. Instead he just slid her the still hot, half-full cup of coffee and encouraged her to get a long drink to calm down, smiling at her as she took a few long gulps. Afterward he grabbed his sandwich and opened the lid to the plastic tray. It was just as he'd asked for, and glanced up to push the foam bowl of warm food toward Nixie.
"How would you feel about calling this a first date?"
Kendra put his hellhound son to blitzo because he’s more stable but as well understand and meet his uncle and cousin loona, Barbie doesn’t know about it before the outcome
- Kendra was, obviously, broken hearted when she gave you up to Blitzo. In her eyes it was a last resort, and it had come to be. Barbie, suspected to be back on drugs, was incapable of caring for you right now and Kendra couldn't manage a growing Hellhound on her own, so she turned to the only one she knew who had the experience to raise you...her girlfriend's estranged brother.
- admittedly Blitzo didn't seem that bad of a guy to Kendra. She believed Barbie's horror stories about him but it seemed he was more mature, more grown, than she'd made him out to be. Then again they separated when their mother passed in a circus fire, so Barbie understandably didn't know Blitzo at all. So Kendra said her tearful goodbyes to you, made you promise to be good to your Uncle and cousin, and turned away. She didn't intend on calling or texting you, it would hurt too bad.
- you were still young; you questioned if your mothers Kendra and Barbie still loved you like they did when they adopted you as a pup. Barbie was never home, always out 'job hunting' which Kendra, thinking she couldn't be heard, rewrote as using drugs and Kendra herself had just left you at Blitzo's doorstep, weeping and telling you that you wouldn't see her again for a long time. Did you upset her? Did you make Barbie angry? Your little mind couldn't wrap around it, but here you were, meeting another fresh set of Imps and a fellow Hellhound who looked about 10-12 years older than you...that's not to speak of the ex-prince of the Ars Goetia.
- Blitzo was very welcoming. He introduced you to the Hellhound, Loona, as your new big sister. The Imps, Millie and Moxxie, were married and the male, Moxxie, was happy to offer to train you with weapons while Millie would teach you melee and hand-to-hand combat. That was exciting. Loona meanwhile, came off a little cold and uninterested but privately she was already fiercely protective of you, and so pleased to have a little brother to look after. She never thought she'd get to experience siblings.
- as for the ex-prince, Stolas...he was certainly friendly, and cordial. A little stiff at first but melted quickly when met with your childlike enthusiasm and non-judgemental attitude toward him for who he was and what became of him. You just thought he was friendly and cool, and you always liked owls. He was your fun sweater dad who made you intricate meals with the food Blitzo kept stocked. You'd never tried makeshift caviar before. It's always been sandwiches, cheap chips and cans of caffeine free soda. But here you are now, drinking hot cocoa at 3 am with your new dads! This was different but...it was a good different.
~Meanwhile~
- after about two weeks had passed Barbie arrived at the little apartment she called home with Kendra and...well, Kendra. She entered excitedly, holding a cup of grape soda, your favorite, and a half sandwich, calling your name. She assumed you were asleep in the middle of the day, maybe it was a Hellhound thing...until Kendra entered the living room, mascara ruined and eyes eternally tired from crying.
- "Where is the little tyke? I got him some num-nums! (YN)! Come get your-" "He's gone, Barbie." She paused, looking at Kendra in confusion before just scoffing and laughing. "Yeah, real funny Ken! Now tell me where he is, I paid good money for this." Kendra frowned at the financial comment
- Kendra unwillingly and unceremoniously took Barbie to your old room, emptied of everything but the cobwebs. Barbie stared at the now empty room sadly, involuntarily dropping the snacks in shock, and whipped around to Kendra with a blazingly angry glare.
- "Where is he?! If you let him get hurt I swear to Satan I'll-" Kendra only shook her head sadly. "He's safe. But I can't tell you where he is. You'll only go steal him, and he's happy now! He has parents that love and can raise him without one of his mothers potentially doing dope or whatever it is you're doing these days...this was for the best."
- Kendra turned and left Barbie in the doorway to your room, staring numbly where your bed once sat. She could almost see you still, playing with your toy trains and giggling while nibbling on a hotdog sandwich. She wanted to be angry with Kendra, scream and cry, swear death on her girlfriend, but...she was right. You deserved better, and perhaps this was for the best.
could i please request headcanons for rosie x fem!cannibal reader (can be either romantic or platonic) that's getting over a compulsive eating disorder and is covered in stretch marks she feels insecure about
(if you feel uncomfortable with this i completely understand and you can just ignore this request)
omg this is so sweet, I love writing for Rosie! What a great woman. Hope you enjoy!
- Rosie didn't mind that you ate compulsively at some point in time. Yes she encouraged eating well, but she understood why you chose to fight it. No eating disorder is healthy. So of course she agreed to help.
- she helps you manage your portions, you eat only at specific times and she rewards you with things other than food, like a nice piece of jewelry or perhaps a fun date, whatever tickles your fancy. She just wants to give positive reinforcement to eat right. You used to eat an entire leg in one sitting? How about instead, two pinkie fingers and a small slice of a heart? Filling, but not too much food. She's certainly struggled with eating too much in the past herself, she understands and uses her past experience to help you.
- the day you came to her expressing your unhappiness with your stretch marks, she almost cried in front of you. Certainly did cry in private but not in front of you, worried it would upset you further. She sees those stretch marks as trophies - small reminders of where you were and where you're at now. Your body remembers the days you ate like that but doesn't remind you out of malice, instead out of rejoicing. Look how far you've come! Not just anyone could make such huge strides and be able to tell the story, but you can.
- she knows you're insecure, she wishes she could change your perspective and see the beauty she sees in your body. But for now, she'll happily settle with just reminding you every day that you're beautiful and strong, and your body is something you should never be ashamed of.
That depends; do they make their own rules for the Hotel or follow what Charlie has already set in place? Either way, it would be very chaotic but they have their own order with things. They could totally run and function the Hotel on their own!
Hi everyone. Apologies for the shorit hiatus; I was in the hospital for a few days with a kidney infection again (no surprise there) I'm happy to get back to writing. Just know I'm withdrawing hard off Morphine, and replies will be a little slow. However I've got a free weeeked for once so, if you'd like to send a request go for it!
Hello everyone; I wanted to apologize for the brief hiatus. In was in the hospital (again) with a rampant kidney infection (no surprise there). While I'm happy to be out, I'm also withdrawing hard from 5 days worth of Morphine being pumped into my system. I look like I have track marks with how often I had to be re-poked with needles into my vein to receive antibiotics and pain medicine. I was hitting a fever of 103.1°F (you can do your conversions I'm tired). Somehow I wasn't septic, to my knowledge.
Anyway, long story short. Big bad kidney infection, strong pain killers, withdraws, I'm going through an 8th Ring of Hell. Don't do drugs, kids.
That said! I'm not out of commission, I'm just slow. But if you'd like to send a request feel free to do so, I'd love to give it my best! Thank you for your ongoing patience with me.
Not always! Usually they'll make clothes for themselves or for other Nifftys, but there are times they have to buy clothes, or clothes are gifted. For example, some tend to dislike really warm clothes, but Hell does get cold sometimes - for Hell's standards, at least. They prefer clothes they made themselves or received from another Niffty, but won't give too much of a fight if the weather is off that day and someone gives them a hoodie or a lightweight shirt.
So maybe one with Charlie’s younger sister (16-17) who has seizures and the recovery? For me seizures are biting my tongue (looking up pictures of bitten tongues is a pretty good representation of what it looks like, muscles freezing and then violently jerking (these are called Tonic-Clonic Seizure or formerly known as grand mal seizures!) and the aftermath is very painful and uncomfortable, your tongue is very swollen from holding it in a lock jaw, your head is very sore from hitting it off the ground and headaches and bright lights are very uncomfortable, your body is stiff and uncomfortable (in my case especially in the arms and legs) from the muscles constructing and then violently jerking. If you need anything more then let me know! -🍡
This description somewhat reminds me of my pseudo-seizures, which thankfully have become more rare over time but God that sounds traumatizing. I hope I did your request justice, and if I got any facts wrong or misrepresented anything let me know, I'll be glad to give it a touch-up.
As Charlie's younger sister you are absolutely getting the medical treatment, medication and management you need; that said, you're not guaranteed to not experience a seizure sometimes. Though Charlie often doesn't want to face the reality of the fact you have to live with these seizures she's at least grounded enough to know what the warning signs are. She's immediately moving you to another room with dim lights and zero noise, maybe she put up sound-proof foam on the walls. She's the only one allowed to accompany you during these times, however if your shared father is present she'll allow him to join, alongside any other trusted adult(s). Lucifer may not regard Alastor with a lot of favor but if you trust him enough to have him around during this he'll behave perfectly for your sake.
As for the recovery, naturally Charlie will be upset but she's holding a strong demeanor for you. You're kept in that safe room until you're completely fine and not showing any symptoms of another seizure. Charlie may be air-headed at best but she's had a lot of time to plan this through, she has medical staff in the Hotel who are on-call at any time. Not just for Guests but you as well, specifically for this. After they've stabilized you and give Charlie the okay to return to your side she's an emotional mess. Asking if you're still in any discomfort, checking you for bruises on your head, giving you something you like that doesn't require a lot of work or speaking - think like your favorite flower or a special item that makes you happy such as a stuffed animal or a gift from someone important - and the whole time she's trying to not cry because this woman has been through more than most know, and seeing her little sister in this condition might be one of the hardest things she has to do. She wouldn't walk away from you for the world though.
They have set eating times for breakfast, lunch and dinner with optional snack times in-between; they all eat together and usually Nixie is the one preparing their meals but if for any reason she hasn't, it's up to them - and they're surprisingly good cooks! They have a room dedicated to their meal and snacking habits, complete with options for each meal and different snacks for different Nifftys dependent on who wants what.
Hey! I just saw your post about writing about people who have disabilities, as someone who has epileptic seizures multiple times a month would you like a request from me? -🍡
Absolutely!! I deal with pseudo seizures myself - seizures that aren't produced by electric patterns in the brain - so I'd love to cover that topic!
Hello friends, family and soggy French Fries. I'm here with a humble ask.
I would like to write for disabled readers and I'd love to just further explore my capabilities writing for more unique situations/readers. If you have literally any requests feel free to hmu, I'd love to take a gander at it. Thanks!
Simple; it would be a polyamorous relationship! Hang with different Nifftys at different times and appeal to their different interests. I imagine they're very versatile if they were to settle on one man or a group of men who could satisfy their idea of a good partner.
When I arrived at the Hotel and accepted Ms. Morningstar's offer for a job there were already three Nifftys, and I suppose either they have a cloning machine that broke at number 120 or the original has some form of cloning ability. Either way I met them in the Hotel! On my first day at that!
