My name is Pin!! I donât write often but Iâm willing to try. I write for multiple fandoms!
My fav characters include Ghiaccio, Abbacchio, Andrealphus (Bae), Vox and more, I havenât read part 7 of JJBA at the moment so I appreciate no spoilers.
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Iâm also an editor (main thing) and Iâm learning how to draw atm ! I am a (selective/non-sharing) Andrealphus and (selective) Ghiaccio yume ;) (it shouldnât be a problem as long as youâre not a double thatâs actively interacting with me outside of requests)
Okay so apparently I wonât be able to post anything.. I broke my wrist.. ao3 author curse is real never doubt it </3 also I might change my user to pinasago not sure though
Hi Pin, I was wondering if could you write a platonic relationship between Vassago from Helluva Boss and Male!Human!Witch!Reader?
The reader is a young and shy witch that often goes to Hell for seeing how it is, and he wears a magical disguise for fear to be killed. One day he meets Vassago that finds out what reader is and from that moment the demon starts to take a liking to the young witch.
Thank you and have a nice day
A/n: there was supposed to be italics for when Vassago speaks Spanish but I couldnât be bothered to reformat everything again. Very long, be warned. Not proof read. (2571 words w/o a/n)
Finding an interest and talent in being a witch wasnât on your bucket list when you first dabbled in it with a couple of friends who had thought it nothing but a hoax. You didnât expect to become interested in it, to the point where you eventually became a witch yourself. You never told your parents about it, for good reason. What type of respectable parent would let their child to be a witch instead of having a normal life like any other person?
You were secretive about it, quietly researching and gathering materials to try the newest spell youâd gotten your hands on. A way to gain access to the underworld, or in other words, hell.
The first attempt was a bust, youâd gotten the wrong materials and ended up failing. The second time had more success but you could only stick a hand in, not that you did. You might be attempting to go to hell out of sheer curiosity but you werenât stupid enough to do something like sticking your hand in a portal without knowing where it was or if it was safe. As safe as Hell could be.
Third times the charm though! As you had finally succeeded on your third attempt with much struggle but succeeded nonetheless. Youâd quickly learnt to disguise yourself, playing as a hellborn as you traversed and explored the land. It wasnât anything like youâd expected it to be. You had expected suffering, pain and anguish but instead found a land much alike earth just more.. gore, crude and immoral.
Youâd explored a bit of Pride, careful to not get into any trouble before youâd finally gotten wind of the fact that you could go to different rings. Of course, you decided to explore each ring thoroughly or as thoroughly as possible without getting caught.
After exploring Pride, Greedâ youâd quickly given up on it after really seeing it and nearly getting kidnapped the first time youâd even gotten thereâ Sloth, Gluttony and Lust before you decided to explore Wrath.
Each ring had its own unique and distinctive features. Lust was purple and pink, always seemingly night time to match the clubs and the intimacy of the night. Pride was red and gloomy, seeing as it was home for all and any sinners. Gluttony was bright and colourful, matching the party like theme it had going on. Greed was mostly green and they even have a city named 'Ransom' for god's sake. Wrath had a more country vibe, being orange and being more towards a cowboy theme.
As you traversed Wrath, you realized that it was a nice place.. as nice a place in hell it could realistically be. There were fights as expected but you had always avoided fights to not get caught in the crossfire. You minded your business, exploring and learning more about Hell. You'd basically been exploring for a few months now, leaving back to earth every now and again so that you could attend to your own life outside of exploring.
you used the excuse of having work and being tired for not responding or contacting anyone. You'd gotten less anxious and paranoid while in Hell compared to the first time you first went into Hell. You were a nervous wreck, stumbling and jolting at every turn. Granted, the pride ring wasn't the best ring out of them all.
You'd gotten used to the peacefulness that came whenever you explored more of wrath. It was one of the more enjoyable rings of them all, surprisingly to you. You normally took small walks around and explored different trails all while minding your own business just in case.
That all changed when you had bumped into someone when using a shortcut to get to one of your trails. Itâ or rather he, was a tall and lanky red bird, parrot perhaps? The bird had yellow glasses on his beak and wearing a red outfit on top of that.
"A- ah! I'm so sorry, I should've watched where I was goingâ" you stuttered, even with all the time spent in hell, you had never really gotten used to speaking with denizens from hell. You got up, dusting your clothes off and pulling your hood back on. Sure, you'd disguised yourself as the average hellborn and was never caught with the disguise on but something in you told you not to underestimate the bird in front of you.
"No, no, it's fine," The bird replied after taking a moment to blink and stare down at you. He hesitantly put a hand out for you to take and help you get up.
"Thank you.." you muttered, getting up quickly with the help of the person in front of you. You could feel his eyes boring into you, scrutinizing you. It filled you with a small bit of dread.
Was this how you get figured out? What was going to happen if he realized you weren't a denizen of hell? Were you going to get killed?
You gulped lightly. "A- again, really sorry for bumping into you, I wasn't paying attention," you mumbled, trying to play it off and brush past it in hopes that the bird wouldn't find you out.
Unbeknownst to you, Vassago was more dwelling on the fact that you, a seemingly normal hellborn wasn't freaking out at the sight of Vassago. He was rather popular and the fact that he was part of the Ars Goetia also helped a lot, seeing you not know who he was, was new to him. It was like fresh air.
"No, no, it's fine, no worries," He replied, helping you get up. He wasn't planning on bumping into anyone today, he had just wanted to get to that tiny diner that seemed to somehow have some of the best food around. Maybe that was his bias talking since most of the food Vassago ate were normally prepared by his personal chefs to adhere to a diet he hated.
His eyes stayed on you the entire time, this time actually taking a good look at you. Something felt.. off. Very off as if you didn't fit in here, in hell. No, no way. Definitely not, it couldn't be what he was thinking, surely not. Only the Ars Goetia could travel between realms. Well, the Ars Goetia, the seven sins and Asmodeus' crystals. Even then, the crystals were extremely hard to come by and only Asmodeus, the sin of lust himself, had and gave them out to a selective number of people.
You glanced to the side slightly, sweating ever so slightly. "W- well, again, I'm sorry for bumping into you, I'll get out of your hair nowâ or feathers. Sorry is- is that offensive, somehow? I'm sorry if it is, I didn't mean to be offensiveâ if that was offensive. Uh, I'll just.. shut up now," He muttered, rambling before you eventually shut your mouth to stop yourself from word vomiting and embarrassing yourself even more.
Vassago couldn't help himself from letting out a snort from the absurdity that was your words. "Calm down it's fine. It's not offensive at all." He assured, raising a hand slightly to stop you from speaking anymore. "You.. uh.. you're not from here are you?" He asked, his eyes taking in your reaction to gauge whether or not what he was thinking was true.
You froze, tensing up as you looked to the side, avoiding eye contact. "U- uh, I'm.. not. I'm uh.. I'm visiting from.. another ring!" You had blurted out impulsively, gulping as you felt sweat trickle down the side of your head.
Vassago squinted down at you. Odd, even if you were from a different ring, surely you had heard of him or seen him before? It only confirmed his suspicions even more, even if he tried to give you the benefit of the doubt. There was no reason for you to be this nervous and look so afraid. There was also no reason for you to lie to him about not knowing him either.
".. My name is Vassago, what's yours?" He asked. Surely, surely, you had at the very least heard his name before?
"Oh uh.. my name is-" You replied, introducing yourself in turn. You had never talked to an actual being of hell until now. Unless it was for directions or small interactions that never lasted as long as this one.
Huh.. you really didn't know him. That was.. new. Everyone he knew and ever met had at least knew of his high status and popularity. It often left him with fake friends and disappointment. That was the final straw, he knew exactly what you were. There was no being in hell that didn't at least know his name. Vassago was a high ranking member of the Ars Goetia and also was part of the council.
"It's nice to meet you," He smiled, holding a hand out. This time to shake your hand instead of helping you up.
You glanced down and up from his hand, hesitantly taking it and shaking it. "L- likewise." You had muttered softly in reply, confused by the entire situation at hand.
The both of you got to know each other better after that interaction. Vassago had invited you to join him at that cafe he had planned to go to before bumping into you after that fateful interaction. You had continued to meet and interact with each other.
Despite your fear and anxiety of getting caught, your defenses slowly went down with more and more time you spent with Vassago. Your time spent together was fun, enjoyable and frankly, left you smiling for the rest of the day even after you had to leave.
You met each other twice a month at first but with more time spent with each other, you started meeting monthly and then almost weekly instead. You found yourself looking forward to your meetings with Vassago, especially after having a tiring day back in the human world.
You glanced around, walking past any other hellborn with swift and long strides to get as much distance as possible. Sure, you had managed to survive this long without getting caught but you weren't just going to risk it all by letting your guard down. This was hell. Who knows what would happen to you if you were caught?
You blinked as you saw Vassago, on a TV. There was a crowd of people surrounding the TV. You raised an eyebrow. You'd never seen that before. You hung back as you joined the crowd, listening in to what they were saying.
"Is that Vassago?"
"The member of the Ars Goetia, yes."
"What's he doing?"
You never knew he was famous. Your eyes stared at the TV screen before you scurried off, heading towards the appointed meeting spot.
"Vassago!" You greeted, a smile on your face as you entered the booth. The restaurant you decided to meet up in had private booths, leaving you and Vassago to be hidden from the other customers.
"Ah, you're here! It is so good to see you, my friend! How have you been?" He asked, tilting his head to the side as he looked towards you, giving you a smile as well.
"I've been good, how about you?" You asked, taking a seat opposite Vassago as you settled into the booth. Vassago always treated you to fancy and nice places that somehow sold really good food despite it looking.. off.
"Good as well, my good friend." He replied, smiling. You understood Vassago even despite the fact that he sometimes spoke in Spanish instead of English.
"I uh.. I want to ask something, if that's okay with you?" You asked, wringing your fingers together as you spoke. A nervous and sheepish smile on your face as you avoided eye contact.
"What is it?" He asked, sending in his order while waiting for you to speak. He'd gotten used to your nervousness and shyness throughout the time you'd spend together. Speaking of questions, Vassago had one that he had been wanting to ask since the first time they'd ever met.
"I uh.. I saw you on a TV.. are you.. are you famous? I meanâ obviously you are, you're part of the Ars Goetia, right? I must seem so stupid!" You exclaimed, facepalming at your own words as you groaned, slumping in your seat.
Vassago blinked, looking up to stare at you before he started laughing. "Oh? You only just realized? I can't believe it." He laughed, grinning. "I am part of the Ars Goetia but, I am famous outside of it as well. I was surprised when you didn't recognize me at first." He chuckled, his shoulders shaking in amusement.
You groaned, covering your face. You wished the ground would just swallow you whole instead of letting you sit through the embarrassment.
"Since you got to ask me a question, I have a question too," He replied, looking over at you. His demeanour changed. It turned a bit more serious. "You're.. not a hellborn, are you, my friend?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at you. He wanted to see if you'd own up to it, admit it to him. Especially after you'd known each other for such a long time, a few months but still, rather long.
You paused from where you were bringing a cup to your lips to take a sip of the water. You glanced up at him before back down at your glass. There was no getting out of this, and lying to Vassago especially after they'd become such good friends made him feel guilty.
"I'm.." you started, contemplating slightly before sighing in defeat. "I'm not. I'm sorry for lying to you this whole time." You admitted, clenching a fist as you braced for outrage, betrayal, any form of a negative reaction from Vassago.
You opened your eyes when you realized Vassago didn't do anything. When you finally looked at him, you realized he was smiling instead.
"Ah, my friend, it was all a test! I wanted to see if you were going to be truthful. I don't like a liar, especially when he's my friend." He assured, chuckling lightly as he waved a hand dismissively. "It's good to see that you're truthful. Hellborns rarely are without some form of self interest." He muttered the last part to himself.
You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding before sighing deeply. You'd been worried over nothing!? He had known the entire time yet he still was friends and hung out with you!
"I- I see. thank you, for having faith in me.. and- and not having a negative reaction to me not being a.. hellborn." You replied, smiling lightly at Vassago. It was odd how you'd found such a great and wonderful friendship with a royal from Hell.
"Of course, my friend! You are wonderful company." He replied with a smile before pointing at an item on the menu. "Are you willing to try this with me?" He asked, slipping back into the normalcy that they'd somehow found and had with each other despite.. well, everything.
"Y- yea, sure," you replied, looking down at the item he had pointed out. "I'm fine with sharing.." you muttered. Maybe it wasn't so bad. Vassago and you could work out, you both enjoyed each other company so, maybe, you being a human wouldn't change that at all.
Helluuu I heard your requests were open and that you write for kyoya and haruhi so can you write about them (separately) and just general dating headcanons? Tenkyu <3
General dating headcanons
A/n : might be OOC, I wrote this while half asleep so forgive me if I make any mistakes or if this is OOC in any way
Kyoya
- definitely one to spoil you whenever possible and he doesn't show it off. Simply pays without you noticing
- Doesn't introduce you to his parents and for good reason. Especially if you are a boy or not meeting his parents standards
- Isn't one for affection but is probably more for acts of service and quality time.
- He doesn't mind just sitting with you while the both of you are busy doing your own things
- He doesn't get involved with much of the club activities before he got with you. Started to participate less in charming the girls who came to the host club when he got with you
- Doesn't open up fast but with a lot of patience and understanding, would probably start coming to you for comfort or to talk to you about anything that made him frustrated
- Probably tells you all of the gossip and drama happening in the host club with a nonchalant attitude despite his actions
Haruhi
- very laid back and down to earth!
- Doesn't get jealous easily and happily complies if you mention or imply that you're upset about something involving her
- Definitely open for communication and is very patient and understanding whenever you're communicating
- Acts of service and quality time like Kyoya just in a different way
- She makes any gifts to you by hand and tries (and fails) to refuse any gifts from you that was bought with money (especially if it's an expensive gift)
- Is embarrassed to introduce you to her father, was right too when her father went from protective to gushing over you when he realised you were good for her
- She doesn't flirt with the girls in the host club but makes a more concious attempt to ensure that she doesn't after getting with you
- If you're fine with it, she goes about her activities in the host club normally even if she uses you as an excuse to skip out on some activities
warning: characters might be OOC! I will write male reader/default to GN!reader or male reader if gender is not specified (or refer to reader as âyouâ) I will refuse any requests I am not comfortable doing or cannot do ^^
do send requests / ask if I write certain characters that arenât here! Sometimes I forget what character I can write for and end up not putting it here !!
strictly will not write: smut, r4pe/n0ncon, inc4st, etc
I will write: fluff, angst, crack etc
FANDOMS
JJBA: Rohan Kishibe, Bruno Bucciarati, Abbacchio, Ghiaccio (more to come)
OHSHC: Kyoya, Haruhi, kasanoda (more to come maybe!)
Ghiaccio with m!reader who cries whenever he gets angry or annoyed
special note: this is my first time writing jjba or at all the past few months
Disclaimer: no warnings , maybe ooc!ghiaccio , no prns used but male intended , not relationship based
Ghiaccio was known to have anger issues, bursting in anger and breaking things. He broke things and he screamed and cursed people but he never cried. Which was why Ghiaccio didnât know how to react when you started crying while angry.
Ghiaccio was taken aback when he saw the tears in your eyes when you were in the middle of screaming at him because of something he did (not that he cared nor remembered all he knew right now was that you were crying) he didnât know what brought the crying on due to not understanding that people could cry while being angry. did you stub your toe? Did you hurt yourself? Those type of questions circled his mind as he watched as you screamed at him, yelling at him over whatever.
Ghiaccio stood there unresponsive as he tried to wrap his mind around the fact that you were crying and angry at the same time. Heâd never seen a reaction like that before, not even from himself and he admits he gets angry a lot.
After the yelling was done and you had stomped away, annoyed by Ghiaccio and his actions. He waited a while before seeking you, he wantedâ no, needed to know why you reacted the way you did. By the time he found you, your face was dry and you were significantly calmer. Your eyes were still puffy and your nose was still red and you were sniffling still but you were calm.
âWhy do I cry when Iâm angry? I donât know. I just do,â you had replied, sniffling all the while as Ghiaccio blinked down at you confused.
âWhy donât you just stop crying? Canât you control it?â Ghiaccio had asked in reply, his tone harsh but you could tell (albeit not well) that he was curious.
âI canât just stop crying! When I get angry, I cry. Itâs simple,â you had argued, pursing your lips and crossing your arms as you looked up at Ghiaccio. âWhat? Got a problem with that?â You muttered, frowning up at the man.
âNo! I donâtâ I justâ Iâ UGH!â Ghiaccio stammered, yelling in annoyance by his own stumbling. âI was just curious! Nobody I know cries while angry!â He answered, scowling at you while speaking. He clenched his fists in anger, a familiar action.
âWhatever, you got your answer already,â you waved him off, going back to doing whatever you were doing before you got interrupted by the blue haired man.
