Writes Fanfics for Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss
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Sugar/Writer
Occasional Envy roleplays
(Rp is in asks only)
Hi!!! Welcome to our fanfic/headcanons blog!!! We write mostly sfw stuff. So here's some general info!!!
We are 21+ and use they/them pronouns
★What we will write:★
Mostly we plan to write stuff that is simply self indulgent. Basically fics that are x fat!reader and x chubby!reader. Also will be from a gender neutral/gender non conforming angle as we are nonbinary.
The characters we will write will mostly be Valentino, Travis, and Adam from Hazbin Hotel and Mammon, Crimson, and Buckzo from Helluva Boss. May include Jax from The Amazing Digital Circus too.
HOWEVER!!! We take requests for any character from HH/HB as well as The Amazing Digital Circus. These are our current hyperfixations and comforts so it's what we can easily write.
★General Request Info:★
We may or may not write nsfw fics. We have never written a published one before and struggle to write smut. However, we aren't opposed to it. If we write nsfw, it'll be posted to our AO3 account and we'll link the fic in reply to request.
Nsfw headcanons are perfectly fine though. Our works will mostly be sfw, but we find writing headcanons easiest so that's why it's easier for us to write nsfw headcanons. Will tag appropriately for such things.
We are open to writing many different scenarios for different characters. This blog IS mostly made for us since we struggle to find fics that truly satisfy us. But we are open to it.
We can also do small roleplays through the ask system using our Envy. From our Wattpad envy_thejealous. If anyone is from there. We also do take fma requests still despite it not being our primary interest anymore.
When/If the Envy roleplays in the ask is done, we will use #envy the jealous and #envy roleplay tags. You can search those on our account to find those posts. When/If they happen. Currently have none so there's nothing there.
★Important Additional Info:★
We are disabled and deal with a lot of physical and mental issues. It is a big struggle for us to write a lot. While we may be fired up to write right now, we may end up fizzling out and rarely writing. It is a struggle for us to write many things especially with our chronic pain. So if we stop posting or stuff like that, it's kind of just inevitable. But we still love writing and do try to go back to it and finish stuff.
★Final Random Info:★
We switch between using We/I because we are a DID system. Just in case anyone is confused why we use we/us sometimes. It's not important overall to this blog.
We do our best to properly tag and tw/cw for things, but do struggle a lot socially and get in our own head about things. So uh, we'll try our best.
Oh and you can refer to me as Sugar/Writer. :)
★Thank you for reading and thank you for any requests :)★
Our AO3 is BananaRiver and our current stories are Fluffy Moth Man, Drafts Collections: Unfinished Works I Want To Share, Just One More Drink, and Our Sweet Little Girl.
(Linking things are a struggle for us so if you ever wanna find our AO3 stuff, here ya go.)
I reblog other works to support them or save them for later reading. I use the "#fandom stuff" tag for it. So I can find it later easily.
Just an update. I've been dying to right. But as we've left winter, I ended up sick. My immune system sucks so it takes me forever to get over things. My seasonal depression finally goes away and then I get sick and can't do much.
I'm eager to start writing again, but IDK when that'll be. I love the requests I've gotten and can't wait to write em and get em posted.
So entering seasonal depression for me. I get it real bad this time of year. And I usually don't do a lot. So I have no idea what that'll look like for fics and headcanon writing. Already been struggling with it a lot. Fall and winter just zap my energy and I end up pretty depressed or, at best, just lethargic. So. We'll see how writing goes for me.
This might suck a little, but biker reader taking vox out for a ride at night, giving him their jacket, and him just kinda taking it permanently?
Bonus points if the reader is fem presenting, but it’s not necessary
Love your writing <3
Oh. Hell. Yeah. :)
★Vox x Biker!Reader★
You rolled up on your bike towards the back entrance to the tower, avoiding whatever paparazzi and other folks might be hanging around this late, you never know. You wait for a few moments before taking out your phone to text the big man. It's a fucking tower, no way you're going in there to go find him.
-I'm here, V.
A blue heart spawns on your message. You smile at it and then slip your phone away. Soon the TV man appears from the back entrance wearing a nice dark sweater and some pants. He smiled at you, but it wasn't that usual charming CEO overlord smirk. It was a pure happy to see you look.
"Hey (Y/N)." Vox greeted. "Where we going?"
"It's a secret. Really I'm just here to kidnap this powerful overlord dork." You giggle and then take out a specially made helmet for his weird ass TV head. It had sharks on it. You knew how to appeal to the autistic TV man overlord.
"Oh no, what ever will I do~?" Vox slipped on the helmet and climbed onto the back. It wasn't necessarily his first time on your motorcycle, but he still wasn't used to it. He could feel his heart pounding a bit faster, especially with the way he's going to be holding onto you. Your hair slightly flying into his face unless he snuggled into your back. His arms wrapped around the curve of your waist and holding onto that beautiful stomach of yours. Fuck. He could feel his screen getting warm already.
Vox wasn't a motorcycle kinda guy. He liked his cars when he went out. His personal car, his limo, Val's limo, anything but this. But...he'd grown fond of it. Even if he had only actually ridden it like twice.
"Don't worry. I won't drive too wild with you here." The motorcycle growled even louder when you revved it up.
"Haha. Thanks." His hands travelled around your waist and linked around your stomach. Maybe he didn't HAVE to hold you specifically like this, but he liked the feeling of it. Plus he'd rather cling onto you like a baby koala or panda than risk anything else. Vox did not go outside enough and he was not adventurous enough for the motorcycle lifestyle. But he did it anyway. Cause sometimes riding on the back of your motorcycle, watching how cool you look from behind. It was dazzling.
With him all settled, you start driving off, out the back gates of the tower's courtyard. Your bike's engine sounding throughout the hellish night. It still felt weird for Vox on a bike, but he began to trust your driving more. You were skilled and always very responsible and safe, especially when you had him on the back.
Vox wondered if you could feel his heart beat while he clung to you. But maybe it just felt like you might be able to cause it waz beating so fast.
Slowly you drive away from the more city-like areas, finding some roads that lead to more suburban areas. The city can still be busy at night, especially in the entertainment district where he lived. That's another thing he liked about you. You knew quiet or calmer places to go. You knew what he liked and what he was uncomfortable with. And you respected that. Not many people did. Before you, it was only really Valentino and Velvette.
Driving through the smaller roads and more suburban city areas felt like heaven in hell. The glow of the stars in the night sky, surrounding the pentacle up above. Vox's tight grip lessened just a smidge while he stared up at the sky, mesmerized by how it looked away from the city lights. You rode at a nice pace, not too fast, so Vox could enjoy everything.
You liked taking him out. Especially to areas like these. He never leaves the tower, he never goes outside. But you get to show him the better parts of this world. The parts he would never have seen if not for you.
"How you doing back there?" You call to him.
"I'm good!" He answered back. You smiled and drove him on a road with trees on the edges of it. A foresty parkway and walking path nearby. Vox stared out into the trees, occasionally seeing the glow of a few night animals. Or maybe they were demons. You could never really tell in hell. Vox was transfixed by the magic of nature. He was so used to his technological paradise.
You drive around different areas a bit longer until you reach your destination. It was a lake surrounded by a forest. It had a few pathways to it since it did function as a tourist destination during the day and the summer months. You turn off the motorcycle and take off your helmet, running a hand through your hair before turning back to him.
"Whatcha think?"
The pentacle in the sky and the stars reflected off the darkened water. Vox stared in awe, taking off his helmet slowly and handing it to you before getting off the bike. There was a slight breeze, rustling some of the trees' leaves. It felt like a private paradise. There was no one there, at least of the lake sections he could see.
"This place is amazing." Vox said.
You smiled and started takng out some supplies from your bike's compartment. A soft baby blue blanket and some snacks bags and two water bottles.
"Hey. Help me set this out."
Vox turned and saw what you held. "Yeah. Sure!" He took the blanket and helped spread it out before sitting down on it.
"It's a mini picnic kind of." You hand him one of the water bottles and then plop your booty down. You may out the snacks. "Eat what you want. Even if it's everything."
"Thanks." He took one of the bags of goldfish and opened it up to eat. An owl could be heard for a moment in the distance. "This place is amazing."
"I knew you'd enjoy it." You sip your water and look out at the lake. The water mostly still aside from the occasional ripple or small wave from the wind. Looking over at Vox, you see his eyes full of wonder. That's what you liked to see.
It wasn't an overlord and a random demon, it was just two people getting away from everything.
"I always like finding places to take you. I know right away when a place I take you to will make you light up like you're still alive." Another sip from your bottle.
Vox blushed and looked away from you then down at his snacks. It had never really been something he was interested in. Focused on a million other endeavors even when he was alive. And for a moment, it felt like he was in heaven. Nobody to impress, nobody to constantly keep watching him. It was the life he enjoyed, but everybody needs a break. He doesn't remember the last real break he had before meeting you. The occasional beach trip with Val and Vel or going somewhere else. And those were fun, but they weren't this...calming. And he still stayed on his phone a lot during those times. Ha. If only Val could see him now. Finally relaxing and letting it go.
"I might bring Val here sometime. He'd enjoy it."
"And then he'd go skinny dipping even if it's fucking frigid cause he's a weirdo." You and Vox both laughing at your comment.
"Yeah. That's him." He smiled softly thinking of that horny dork's smile.
You move your hand closer to Vox's and smile over at him. He stares down at your hands with big wide eyes. This man stopped working at this gentle gesture. It only made you love him more.
"You look beautiful in the night. Your screen glows in the prettiest way."
Vox's eyes darted up to stare at you. His eyes big still. His mouth barely seen on his screen cause of the color of it against his face. His cheeks turning a bright red. "Hahahahahaaaaaa. Um." He tugged at his sweater's collar and cleared his throat. You couldn't help but giggle at him.
"Don't worry. You're cute when you're all nervous and awkward." You laughed a bit more before linking your fingers with his and turning more to him. "You don't have to act all cool and impress me. I like you the way you are."
Vox.exe had stopped working. His heart pounding out of his chest. He looked back to the lake, his screen so silly looking from the side with how flat it was. Still. You admired him. He thought about what to say, finding his words.
"Thank you." He linked his fingers with yours too. "I didn't realize how good it felt to get away from...everything. And to just...let go of control once in a while."
You stayed quiet and listened to him. Since you two had met, you brought out another side of him. A side Val hadn't even seen much of. In fact, he thanked you a bunch for getting Vox off his phone and away from constantly trying to keep things perfect. Sure everyone was under Vox's control, but he had to work hard to maintain that control. And obsessed with attention and control, he'd often become manic and desperate for it. That's why you always wanted to take him away from everything. You knew it meant a lot to Vox. But hearing him thank you himself felt nice. You really meant the world to him. He couldn't imagine his life before you.
"I never thought I'd be okay giving control to someone else. But this is...nice..." Memories of his living life filled his mind. He couldn't tell if he was worse before or after he died. He doesn't really remember ever feeling like he could just relax. His entire childhood planned to make him perfect yet filled with chaos and unpredictability. Always fighting. Anything less than perfect control meant he was a failure.
Memories of him arriving in hell and being with nothing he had when he was alive. All he had was the skills he was trained with. And he fought his way to overlord, never expecting he needed anyway. Until he found himself charmed by Valentino and until he met his precious girl Velvette. And then there was you. He didn't even think he needed anyone beyond the other Vees. But you proved that wrong.
Deep in thought, he barely paid attention to how cold it was getting. He shuddered and held himself. Even his sweater wasn't enough.
"Here. Let me." You slide off your jacket. The jacket you wore the most, though you had plenty. You drape it over his shoulders. "Better?"
He stares at you with those big eyes again. Fuck. Your jacket was around him. It felt so warm. But then you pulled him close to you too. His head against your chest just a bit. Holy fuck. You were so cuddly and soft. And warm too. Vox had only ever really been this close with Valentino. And you both were super pretty and wonderful to cuddle. Vox didn't really have much to say, blushing harder and snuggling into you. He slowly noms his goldfish, being the little weird gremlin he really is.
"Don't feel pressured to speak. You can just relax." Your voice even sounded softer. Vox took a deep breath and kept eating. He soon closed his eyes just listening to your breathing. Your hand carefully caressing the side of his screen. It was just like when he cuddled Val when he was sick or super tired. It was so special. He never wanted it to end.
But all good things must come to an end. You let Vox relax for a while before you carefully get his attention. You two had to pack up and get back. You couldn't stay out here all night. So you two pack it up and get ready to drive back. You let him wear your jacket the whole way back. He loved how it felt on him. It was like a permanent hug from you. Best of all it had your scent. Vox was sensitive to smells and he loved smelling things that belonged to the people he loved. It made him feel small, like a baby holding a blanket they loved.
You eventually arrive back at the tower and you let him get off. He goes to take your jacket off.
"Don't. You can keep it for the night. A little memento of me~" You smirk at him, knowing how much he loved it. He blushed and nodded. "I will want it back though." You say that, but little did you know. You'd never get it back.
"Y-Yeah." Vox walked up to you and gave you a kiss on your cheek. "I had fun. Lots of fun." He smiled at you. "Thanks for everything, babe." He rubs his screen carefully against you like a cat before heading inside with a wave.
He acted pretty happy and cute, but inside he was going to explode from joy. He was NEVER giving this jacket back. It was too comfy, too you, too warm, too safe. Most of all, he was imagining all the ways he could wear it. He wanted to go somewhere with people next time. Cause he wanted to wear the jacket you let him "borrow" and show off that he has you. And no one else can have you. His little happy gremlin self eagerly going to his room and plopping into bed. His. You were his. And it made him feel alive in a way he had never felt before. He thought about the future and that night and all the ways he could show you off like the dork he is until he fell asleep. Still wearing your jacket that you're not getting back. It's his now.
Requests are seen btw. Will gradually get to them hopefully soon. Really enjoying the stuff being asked though. I'm excited to write when I find the time to do so.
Would it be okay to be to do romantic headcanons for Alastor x fem! Overlord! reader who's known as the Night Demon and reader controls all of Hell's darkness, shadows, and fears, etc. and is basically the Babadook/Boogeyman of Hell only way worse, as even Zestial is afraid of her, but really she's a sleepy soft Goth girl who loves to sleep and relax and she's not even that bad when you get to know her, but get on her bad side and she'll end you and feed you to her Shadows?
Absolutely! Romantic Alastor headcanons/fics are welcome here. Also love powerful and fearsome characters that are actually soft. So I'm gonna enjoy writing this one. :) Hope you enjoy! (I love this man so much lmao.)
❤️Alastor x fem!overlord!Reader❤️(specifi request)❤️
❤️ Immediately Alastor was curious about you. Not only did he enjoy learning about other overlords, but you stuck out because even ZESTIAL was wary of you. Quite a difficult task to do. So of course Alastor began observing you when he could. He tried to keep it hidden, but with your own shadow powers, he was easily found it.
❤️ With no indirect approach possible, he simply shrugged and decided to approach you. Keeping up his friendly demeanor and introducing himself like a gentleman. First impressions are quite important.
❤️ He didn't really understand your style of dress, but Alastor was not a man to judge. Especially when it comes to women or fem people. He just simply knew nothing about being goth or dressing goth. He did enjoy asking questions and hearing you answer.
❤️ Alastor, the annoying little butt he is, likes to poke you when you're sleepy. Because he can. Because he likes being in others' space and annoying them. It's fun for him. He's careful though. He knows when to back off to not get fucked up. But he's just a playful little shit at the expense of others. Just because you're extremely powerful and even his buddy Zestial is afraid of you changes nothing. If Alastor feels fear, he simply does not show it.
❤️ He likes to watch you sleep. He's a creepy little guy and since you're pretty sleepy and low energy, he just enjoys staring at you. This man just enjoys being off putting and weird. And when you don't seem to mind, he becomes even more curious and continues to do it. Alastor enjoys getting reactions out of people yet you don't react to his usual antics.
❤️ Alastor enjoys visiting you and spending time with you. He's also come to enjoy speaking to you and getting to know you. He won't say he cares about another person, but you're along the lines of Niffty and Mimzy and Husker and Rosie and Zestial when it comes to people he tolerates. So he enjoys engaging with you.
❤️ The time period differences fascinate him more. Alastor does not know much about subcultures especially you're someone more modern than him. But he is fascinated by the Gothic style and learning about what you like. Perhaps he will even get you some gifts to see if he's understanding being goth correctly. Plus goth can be somewhat classy sometimes so he enjoys it.
❤️ Alastor just likes to follow you around. Keeping up that smile. Even if you disappear into the shadows. He can't deny that he enjoys that you have shadow powers. Powers are usually so unique in hell so meeting someone else that can control shadows interests him greatly.
❤️ He won't say you're friends. Just that he is curious about you and he tolerates you. Alastor does not have friends is what he believes. (We all know that's bs.) But if you call him your friend, he will not get upset at you. He enjoys your presence at least.
❤️ Alastor enjoys how soft and chill you are. He doesn't particularly enjoy a lot of boisterous and noisy people. Talkative or hyper is one thing, but he prefers people that aren't super obnoxious. And you being a rather soft and relaxed person makes him happy.
❤️ He will help you style your hair. Surprisingly, Alastor has many skills. And since he's partial to fem folks and women, he is happy to do them for you. He will even recall stories of helping to style his mama's hair. If you don't have the energy to talk while he styles your hair, he's fine with that. Alastor does not mind anything. If you tell him to be quite, he will simply shut his mouth and continue the job.
❤️ Alastor likes to follow you out. He claims it's to observe you. But let's be honest. He just enjoys your company and finds himself wanting to be around you more. So he likes to spend time with you.
❤️ This man may experience romantic attraction, but he's still like somewhere on the aro spectrum and also autistic as fuck and very antisocial and narcissistic too. Like. He is not going to understand romantic cues or even understand that he is feeling romantic feelings. This man hasn't really been in love. It's rare to find people he can tolerate.
❤️ So maybe you just had him follow you to a place you'd like to go for a date. Then you started to be more honest about how you felt. In a very casual way. Alastor just there holding your hand and following you along with his goofy smile. Doing it more casually gives him more time to process what he feels than making it a big symbol of love. At least it was easy to get him on a date since he loves going out with you anyway.
❤️ Alastor has to realize he has feelings. This man does not do feelings or bonds. This man is not a people person. Feelings are weird. He doesn't avoid you or run away. He just spends time contemplating in his mind how he feels. He finds it the perfect time to do this when you're asleep or just sleepy. The quiet between the two of you as you rest and he watches gives him time to process his thoughts.
❤️ His shadow has totally befriended you and totally knows Alastor loves you. His shadow is clearly the one that gets all the social cues and feelings and bonds and everything. Shadow will absolutely help you two get together since Alastor is Alastor and over thinks emotions because he thinks he is exempt from them. (Only to then realize he cares for others, dun dun dun.)
❤️ If you like Niffty, you're good in his books. Niffty is like his daughter. So seeing that you handle Niffty well even though she's quite hyper and weird adds another step of approval to you. Niffty is his baby girl even if he won't admit it or realize it.
❤️ When Alastor sees you snap and be pushed too far, he just stands to the side and watches. Your power mesmerizing him. Standing there perfectly still regardless of anything going on, that same smile on his face. His eyes focused on you. He doesn't realize it, but he finds you beautiful when angry and using your powers. All of that power in someone so unexpected makes him feel something in his chest.
❤️ He does enjoy you feeding people to the shadows. And Alastor would totally hide as a shadow to be fed by you. Because he can. And he enjoys eating demons too. Bonus points if you decide to feed him without him having to even hide amongst the shadows.
❤️ Alastor may not realize how much he truly cares, but if he saw anyone make you cry, I think he would break with rage. Something about seeing you, a powerful overlord, a soft goth girl, someone that can take care of themselves, crying because of someone. It makes his chest twist with rage. He won't let that person get away with hurting you. You're much too beautiful to be crying because of someone hurting you. You deserve good things.
❤️ Alastor will help you scare people to feed on their fear. He will absolutely help you in anything you do if he's available. He really likes your shadow powers. So if you have to horrify some demons to feed on their fear, he is so down. He also loves others being scared of him anyway.
❤️ Reactions to his smile are usually a test. Either a warning or a threat or to see if someone is worthy. You never judged his smile. You never found his staring creepy. How could you when you're your own monstrous self too? That was one thing that initially drew him to you. You acted like he was perfectly normal. People didn't do that. Even when he was alive. Even before he became a killer. People always found him off putting. And yet you didn't. That's one thing he appreciated about you.
❤️ You're also one of the few people that has tolerated him back. Even...cared for him. Mimzy may care, but she's self serving too. Husker may care, but he's also indebted to him so there's resentment too. Niffty is like his daughter and has he own issues. Rosie is a good friend, but they're not close like this. Not like you. He hasn't seen anyone truly try to care for him. So when you treat him so casually even from the start, it makes him feel attached to you. You acted different than others. Even with his friends, it was never as casual at this. And you were one of the few more modern demons to do it. Not even minding his older ways or lack of modern day knowledge. Alastor enjoyed that. It was new. It was odd. It felt funny in his chest. But it made him like spending time with you.
❤️ He's not overly gothic himself, but if you got him some sort of gothic suit or gothics shoes, he might be partial to wear them. As long as it still fit his nice style, of course. Besides. He'll trust you to pick something out that he likes. You're not the type to make him wear something he hates.
❤️ He doesn't understand goth music, but he will listen for you. He enjoys the way it sounds to some degree. He doesn't particularly have much music he doesn't like. And if you're passionate over it, he is going to be more open to listening to it.
❤️ Once he is actually dating you and sorted out his feelings a bit, he would love to plan a date for you. Hell. He'd even invite you to his radio show sometime. If you wanted to go.
❤️ You are one of the only people that can touch him. Niffty can crawl on him as much as she wants. But every other touch he does is usually him initiating it. But if you just hugged him whenever you wanted, he would allow it. A very rare and special thing. He does not like being the one touched. Depending on his mood, he may even hug you back. But he's still not used to physical contact. He's not a physically affectionate person, but he does enjoy your physical affection.
❤️ He shows his love through actions. Listening to you, following you around, taking interest in what you like, doing things like cooking and baking for you, sharing his mama's recipes, sharing stories, styling your hair, helping you pick out what you want to wear, getting you things. He shows his love and his true self through his actions. Many people don't care to notice. But you do. So he's happy to show you all of his love. It's an equivalent exchange. You treat him like a person, he doesn't hate your guts and he allows you special privileges such as affection. That's how he views relationships. And the fact you don't mind that makes him even more attracted to you.
❤️ He likes seeing all of your outfits. Casual, formal, date, bedtime, swimsuit, hot weather, cold weather, relaxing, whatever. He enjoys your fashion sense. So Alastor is very happy to see what you wear.
❤️ You get to see the rare event of casual Alastor. Relaxing in a sweater and some PJ pants, some old style pyjamas, in just a shirt and casual slacks. Casual. Alastor. A rarity as he seldom dresses in less. Even with him being at the hotel, he doesn't really appear in his PJs or anything more casual. So the fact you get to see him in more casual clothes, that shows he loves you.
❤️ He likes sharing his favorite picture shows and songs with you. He also enjoys letting you try on some of his clothes if they'll fit. Nothing that will be stretched out though. He'll just have a custom tailor made replica if you're much bigger than him. He's very particular about his clothes not being messed up and he'd rather not have to hold a grudge against you for stretching his clothes or ripping them or anything.
❤️ He will absolutely sing for you if you wanted. He's a musical boy. He's definitely somewhat of a theater boy. If you wanted to hear his lovely vocals, he will be much obliged to share a song with you. Maybe even sing renditions of your favorite songs in his own, older style. He enjoys watching your reactions as he sings. He's a narcissist and enjoys the attention.
❤️ Alastor is narcissistic and enjoys people talking about him. It's why he loves making a name for himself and being feared, wanting people to even notice when he's gone. Usually he fuels himself through fear and his reputation as almost a cryptid creature in hell. But he's found that your attention fuels him the same way. Hearing your laugh because of something silly he did. Seeing you smile. The way you look at him as he sings. That smile on your face when you chow down on the food he makes. The joy on your face as you go on dates. It fuels him in a way he's never really known before. He's never really had other people fuel his narcissism in this way. He's never really had many people at all. So he very much enjoys having you. A person that fulfills him without him needing to be terrifying or like some eldritch horror whispered about through hell. That's why he's been so intrigued since he learned Zestial was even wary of you. He was simply excited to find someone else that he may be able to relate to. Even if he hadn't realized it.
❤️ Even with your power, your abilities, Alastor does not fear you. He knows he won't do anything to piss you off. He knows you won't turn your abilities on him. He's not really feared you. He couldn't even properly understand why Zestial feared you. But that's just him not being able to relate to others. If anything, your power and the way it shows when others get on your bad side only made him more interested in you. You were beautiful in his eyes. He admired everything about you. The fear of others only drew him in.
❤️ He will make sure no one bothers you when you're tired. Taking a nap? In a poor mood cause you're sleepy? Feeling a sudden energy crash? No one shall bother his darling. You can rest as much as you need, he doesn't mind one bit. And he will make sure you are undisturbed. He doesn't fully understand not having energy since he's a very lively person, but he isn't one to judge. He knows how different people are from me. So even if he doesn't understand, he's not going to be a bother. He's just going to support you.
❤️ Malewife Alastor. Just Alastor with an apron, sleeves rolled up, cooking for you. I just enjoy imagining him cooking. Just. Just everything where he's like a stay at home husband. I think it's just funny and cute.
❤️ Even if you can handle yourself, Alastor will still protect you. What he won't expect is for you to do the same. He doesn't understand why you would want to protect him when he can handle himself. It makes him feel a bit flustered and embarrassed, but he will let you do it, reasoning that if you really want to then you can. And maybe somewhere deep inside Alastor secretly enjoys it because he's not used to that.
❤️ Alastor struggles with chronic boredom so he very much enjoys being around you because you give him something to do. It's why he always enjoys following you around and taking an interest in what you do.
❤️Also be careful what you teach Alastor of modern day things. He may become a nightmare for people if you teach him too much and give him too much power. He will use it against others for his own amusement. And yours too if you find it entertaining. He loves entertaining you after all.
❤️ Alastor made a new friend that later became his girlfriend. Good job, Alastor. Socializing and shit. But he loves you dearly. He always will. Everything about you feels like a perfect match. You don't care about all of his weirdness or his off putting nature or the fact he can be cruel and callous or that he's even a serial killer and enjoys eating dead animals. And he loves everything about how you are. How tired you can get, how you look when you sleep, all of the more modern stuff you're into, your style, your hair, your face, your powers. He just enjoys you. He's found himself someone he loves dearly. Alastor never even really believed he would feel romantic feelings. No one had ever truly come so close before. Yet here you were. You had his heart. And he'd be honored if you would eat it. Alastor now understood a bit of what romantic love was like and why people enjoyed having partners. Cause Alastor can't imagine a life without you. Not when you make it so wonderful and so much less boring.
Can you do headcanons for Satan from Helluva Boss x male! reader who is one of the Kings of the Ars Goetia, specifically Belial, who's an extremely petite and small and size and stature anthropomorphic purple starling with a high pitched voice and is actually the most compassionate and nicest of the Goetia Kings by a long shot?
Absolutely can do! I hope this turned out well and that you enjoy it! :3 We love tiny, short kings. :)
❤️Satan x male!reader❤️(specific request)❤️
❤️ Satan wasn't the type to get along with everyone. Most people annoyed him, many used to mock him and now feared him, he made his power known. He enjoyed being above the others. So it was unusual when Satan met one that did not seem to fear him and his power.
❤️ A beautiful starling, one so small. Compared to Satan, he was quite tiny. Belial. A king known for residing over what is deemed worthless. Perhaps that is where his compassionate nature came from. Still, the short king did not seem to fear Satan. No whispers and gossip, no avoidance of looking at him, no disrespect. Even when King Belial had witnessed Satan's rage within trials and other goetia and royal affairs. And it had certainly caught Satan's eye.
❤️ Satan was sure others had warned the tiny king away from approaching him. Satan ruled with fear and power. Most would not opposed him. So when King Belial approached Satan at a royal event, Satan was taken aback. Sitting on his throne as the lovely starling flew up towards him. Introducing himself with the utmost respect. It didn't seem forced or fake. It felt different. Satan kept up his persona, but he was rather intrigued.
❤️ And Satan grew accustomed to enjoying conversing with the small king. His high pitched voice, his sweet demeanor, his compassionate heart began to soothe the sin's inner turmoil, the burning wrath.
❤️ Many kings were power hungry or tried to avoid pissing off Satan entirely. Leading to most of the demonic kings simply avoiding him entirely. Sticking to their legions of demons or keeping interactions brief. That's what made Belial so interesting to Satan. This was the nicest demonic king he had ever met.
❤️ Satan enjoyed watching Belial at any event now. Even if he must stay focused, like at a trial, he always glanced around to see the purple starling. A beautiful bird that always stood out to him. Belial's purple was quite the soothing color too. It eased Satan's rage even more. Which Satan found to be so nice. After all, being quick tempered and wrathful was its own hell to live with. Often why Satan just refused to get close to anyone. He knew they would just piss him off.
❤️ Satan enjoyed inviting Belial over to his palace or to go elsewhere and spend time together. He much preferred to stay out of the public eye when spending time with Belial. Simply to just enjoy the kind and gentle nature of Belial without interruptions.
❤️ Satan enjoyed the size differences too. He loved to let Belial sit on his shoulder or his biceps, carrying him in his hand, or even setting him on his head. Of all the demonic kings, Belial was the shortest and thinnest. It did make Satan worry the tiniest bit about accidentally hurting Belial or if he was eating enough, but he was fine. So Satan learned to trust himself and trust Belial that nothing would go wrong.
❤️ Belial brought much peace to Satan's world. Satan even began to go out more with Belial. He was fairly antisocial and rather loathed other people, but Belial was the perfect balance to that and made it tolerable to go out more often.
❤️ Satan would love to nuzzles Belial. Kissing would be difficult with how big Satan's maw is and how tiny Belial is, so Satan really got in the habit of nuzzling Belial and rubbing his face against him. Like the most affectionate animal.
❤️ Secretly. Satan adored Belial riding on his head. He also loved the reactions of people when they saw the terrifying Satan in public with a tiny little king up on his head. People didn't know what to do and it always amused Satan to see their reactions.
❤️ Satan is like a total puppy around Belial. He loves him so much and is a total softie. So even if he gets frustrated or upset, Belial has the magic of kindness and compassion to calm him down.
❤️ Very rarely would Satan shrink down to be closer to Belial. Only in private though. He would especially help him with preening and with any feathers that Belial lost. Since he didn't want to hurt his boyfriend, Satan would shrink down to be able to help. Though he was still taller and more muscular and beefy than Belial.
❤️ You were the one to make Satan soft. Even if he didn't show his puppy dog love in public, it was still obvious you had him on a leash in some way. The way he'd calm down when he was losing his temper if you came over. How he'd be set in a decision, but you could talk to him and come with a compromise. Even the trials became a bit less intense and cruel with you around. And everyone came to know King Belial. Even Yogirt was impressed with how you helped Satan work through his anger.
❤️ Satan doesn't like to get angry at you. He can't always control his temper, but he's always thankful when you don't hate him or become scared of him if he loses it. It's his greatest fear to see you fear him because of the power of his rage and the size of him. Every time he loses his temper with you, he feels worry and fear inside. Terrified that if he looks at you, you will be scared of him. But no. You treat him with compassion. Talking with him through it. Helping him to know he's not a monster.
❤️ Satan never revealed it, but he has a lot of issues with his rage. Along with being the one that rules the imps and even having imp-like horns. Satan is painfully insecure which adds into why he tries so hard to be terrifying and respected. He eventually revealed it to you. He hated the way it felt like others looked down on him or poked fun at him for imps coming from wrath, since they were some of the lowest ranking hellborns. And just talking with you, opening up as he lay by you, a giant oversized sad puppy, it made him already feel better.
❤️ He liked that he didn't have to perform or fit a role with you. He didn't have to be scary or intimidating, a powerful and respected leader, cruel and angry, serious and distant. He could just be Satan. He hadn't felt that sort of freedom in so long. It's why he enjoyed spending time at home with you. It felt like he could just be himself.
❤️ Satan is a cuddler. He wants to cuddle your precious bird self. He loves the feeling of your feathers against him. He likes to very carefully pet you on your head with his finger. He also got a plushie of a starling for when you and him are unable to see each other. They're his favorite bird now. He even had his servants bring some starlings to his palace so he could hear their song.
❤️ He enjoys hearing you talk and sing. Your voice felt so unique to him and the higher pitch always made him feel so calm. It was like a soft bird's song every time you spoke. Music to his ears.
❤️ He's easily flustered and embarrassed by you though. If you get flirty or tease him, he gets SO embarrassed. He may be a soft boy around you, but he's still not used to romance at all.
❤️ His tail moves a lot thanks to you. Wagging it, curling it, thwacking it against the ground, flicking it about, and more. His tail has become a means of expression thanks to you. He does like to curl his tail around you too.
❤️ Satan loves letting you lay in his wings. Just wrapping them up like they're your personal blanket. He just likes making you comfy. Even if it's with his giant body parts.
❤️ He will also shrink down sometimes to cuddle you after a long day. He wants to feel you close to him and to hold you without being huge. Sometimes he just wants to feel extra close to you. He needs it sometimes. He's a very stressed and angry boy.
❤️ Belial is a mighty king of self sufficience, worthlessness, lawlessness, and more. Often thought to be arrogant by many demons and humans. But the real Belial? He's the sweetheart that has Satan's love to himself. He is a powerful king, but he is also a kind one. The epitome of what a king should be. The only demon king that Satan respects. Satan loves him very dearly.
❤️ Satan's life has improved since he met you. He never thought a love like this would be possible for him. That his wrath would always be too much, that he would only push everyone away with his rage. Your kindness has given him a better view of himself too. He would do anything for you.
❤️ Satan loves when you get protective of him or defend him to others. While he can obviously handle himself, he greatly appreciates seeing another demon royal defend him. It makes him feel weird and warm and fuzzy inside. He often wants to hug you and kiss you tons, but he'll wait to do that in private.
❤️ It's not that Satan is against PDA, but he tries to limit his displays of affection in public. But if you are going to absolutely love on him and tease him in the most silly and romantic way, he will simply let it happen. His tail might even wag though he will try to keep a serious face. Even though his cheeks are so warm and he can't bear to look you in the eyes. He's very easily flustered in public. And he won't stop you from being affectionate to him.
❤️ Satan loves to be cared for. Of course he will care for you back, especially if you're not feeling well. But he enjoys the kind acts you give. Making him food, helping him get ready, talking him through things. He's used to only ever relying on himself. It's lonely at the top after all. And he's always had a reputation to keep. So...you doing things for him just cause you love him and like seeing him happy. It makes him absolutely fall for you over and over again.
❤️ Satan can't imagine a life without his little Belial. He loves to buy you things even though you're already rich cause you're a king. He's also been way nicer to the other sins since you've been around. You're his better half. You make him happy. And you've helped him cope with his wrath in a lot of ways. And for that, Satan loves everything about you. Meeting you is a day he considers a blessing. And he would do anything for you just as you would him. You're equals, even if he's a sin and technically more powerful. You're equals in his eyes. And he won't let anyone hurt you ever. The last thing he'd want to ever see is someone being cruel to the absolute sweetest goetia he has ever met. Cause how could you resist that sweet little face and that pretty color and that pretty voice? You're perfection in Satan's eyes. And you always will be.
I got a new pillow, sleeping better, taking it easy. Health will never be 100%, but it's gonna improve a bit. With it, I'm hoping to get to writing the other requests I have waiting. No promises for anything soon, but I'm already feeling a lot more clear minded and focused. So we will see about getting those requests done. :) :3
Heeeeeeey baby- its me again o3o loved the Vox fic. I'm sorry to request another but I know you have the time on your hands /j
Anyway- I was wondering if you could do a similar premise with Valentino...? Like he notices things off with his partner and obviously the dressing more masculine, but even other little things like wearing a sports bra since they flatten my chest in a comfortable way for me. (Not much but enough)
And we get stopped outside the tower by reporters doing a quick interview, them using she/her and feminine terms the whole time, one of them even calling me one of the "prettiest" sinners they'd ever seen. I excuse myself with a bullshit excuse lol, and Val wonders why I took off. That is till he finds me crying in private later and the truth comes out
(Sorry again only work on this when you have the time and energy! I love you! ❤️)
Yes, baby. You know I can. I already have so many ideas. (Babe you literally don't need to be sorry, silly bean.)
❤️Valentino x Bigender!Reader (Hyperspecific Request)❤️
Valentino wondered if you even knew that he noticed. He was pretty sure you didn't because you were too busy wrapped up in your pretty little head. Just like you always were when you were dealing with shit. Valentino knew all of his little darlings well, but you were particularly easy to read. And he knew when something bothered your cute little self.
Now he tried to guess what was bothering you multiple times. He watched the way you acted, noticing small little things at first. You wore more masculine clothes, staying away from the clothes considered "feminine" despite him knowing you enjoyed them too. You were his beautiful little darling that enjoyed the best of both worlds and mixed them up too. It wasn't unusual for you to stick to clothes considered "masculine," but it did make him somewhat wonder if there were a reason for it. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary though. Even when you began wearing sports bras. Valentino could tell right away. He had an eye for chests and that includes if any sort of fashion was accentuating them or suppressing them. And he could tell you were wearing sports bras pretty regularly once again. It wasn't the most unusual thing, but it did make him curious if there was a reason for it.
Well today, he wanted you to come with him out to run some errands. He wanted his pretty little baby boy with him as always. You were his favorite little darling to take out and you were the one he considered his lover, his special little amorcito.
Once you were ready, he pulled you close with one of his lower arms as his upper arm began petting your fluffy hair. You were perfect and you looked perfect in the special outfit you picked out.
"Do you have everything you need, amorcito~?" Valentino asked with a purr.
"Yeah! I'm ready." You chimed back. God you were so cute and pleasant, so fucking easy for him to deal with and love. He wanted to eat you up so bad, but no. He couldn't right now at least. He had to spoil you.
As you two approached the tower's entrance, he held you closer to him. He knew what awaited outside. It was always the same considering how famous all three of the overlords here were. There were always SOME paparazzi dying for a story. You stepped out and were bombarded with the ones allowed inside the gates. Valentino kept up his smile as he held you close. He looked charming and handsome on the outside, but inside he was pretty pissed. God. Even in hell you couldn't escape the shitbags in the paparazzi. If it was up to him, he'd shoot them all. But that's not exactly something you want to do, especially considering their images they maintained to the media. Besides. Valentino did like when they'd gossip about him sometimes. It was you he was worried about. You weren't used to the fame. You weren't used to the flashing cameras and the people all crying out. Journalists or paparazzi, they both pissed him off. His upper hands covered your sensitive ears, not wanting you to be overwhelmed. You could still hear though. You heard everyone ask him about his girlfriend, who she was, what did he think of her, was she someone special.
"She's the prettiest sinner I've ever seen! How did you manage to get her?!" One voice called out.
You could feel it welling up. It was like being bombarded with misgendering. You couldn't take it. You think of a reason, claiming you left something and you had forgotten about it. It wasn't unusual for you considering your forgetful mind. So you excused yourself and headed inside.
Maybe it was a plausible excuse, but Valentino knew you. He knew you too well. Had you gotten overwhelmed? Did the crowd of reports make you freak out? Was it anxiety or a panic attack? He had to find out. He didn't care about any of the journalists. He headed back inside to go find you. He knew the way you looked when you were upset, that look in your eyes even if you tried to be so polite. Even if he didn't know you personally, you were a very expressive person. You couldn't hide those emotions.
He heads back upstairs to find you. Nothing else mattered. Only you did. He wanted to take you out, to spoil you, to make you happy. What was it that he wasn't seeing here? Valentino searched the penthouse for you, wondering where you could be. He cursed softly to himself in Spanish. But then he heard it. Your soft crying. You being unable to silence it fully, but still trying to not cry too loud. Valentino followed the sound and found you at your room, the one he set up for you in the penthouse. So you could still have your own space to set up and go to. He opened the door, not a giving a shit about knocking or privacy.
"Baby doll." He spoke softly. "What's wrong?"
You look over, startled by his appearance. Quickly, you try to wipe away the tears. But it was too late anyway. He had seen you crying. Valentino walked over and took a seat on the bed, pulling you close as he looked at you with concern, a rare thing for Valentino to show.
"It's nothing...forget it..." You said.
"Don't fucking try that shit with me. Do you really want to keep fucking hiding whatever is bothering you? I know you fucking don't. So just tell me." Valentino had no time for your bullshit of "my feelings don't matter, I don't wanna bug you." He was worried. He needed to know why you had been so messed up.
And he was right. So you told him all about it. Everything. The misgendering. The dysphoria. The feeling crazy for even being upset. How much it hurt. How much it felt like you were only a girl. Valentino comforted you the entire time. Petting you, playing with your ears, your tail, your fur. All of it.
So that's why you had been presenting more masculine. Valentino had so many emotions in him, thoughts swirling. He felt bad for you, but also angry.
"It's all just bullshit." Was all he said at first. You didn't know what he meant. But he finally continued.
"People can tell I'm a guy most of the time. Some 'straight' men will assume I'm some girl, but most everyone knows I'm a guy even when I wear makeup or a dress. But then to be seen as a boy, you have to put in all this fucking effort? All of it is bullshit. Maybe we should just stop fucking assuming based on what we see. Not like there's tons of people who don't conform. Even fucking cis people."
Valentino grabbed your face, holding your squishy cheeks, forcing you to look at him.
"Those assholes ain't worth your time. You're a boy. You're both. You will always be both. It shouldn't be that you have to dress boy just to be seen as a girl. You shouldn't be decided as a girl by your fucking soft face or your fucking tits. These tits are just as much boy tits as they are girl tits. They are whatever the fuck you want them to be. You are whatever the fuck you say and feel."
"Your gender doesn't have to make sense to anyone but you. If you use more than one pronouns, people should use them for you. They shouldn't just see you as what they decide because it's 'not misgendering cause you use them.' It's all bullshit. You're a boy in dresses. You're a girl in a binder. Same as any cis person could be."
Most of all, Valentino wanted to see you happy. He just...wanted you to be happy.
"I don't know what a solution is. But I will make sure they know that you aren't just a fucking girl. That they will respect you as my boyfriend. That they won't just get to decide what you are cause you use those pronouns or cause you have a soft, feminine appearance. It's all bullshit. No one should be lumped in there."
"I just. I don't think it'll stop. People need to shift their own thinming. But I will make it clear. And if you have preferred pronouns one day, if you're feeling really dysphoric, you can let me know. I want you to wear dresses and feel like a boy. To be able to do whatever you want and still feel like you."
Valentino leaned in to kiss you so sweetly. You were his. You were his baby. His precious little boy. His pretty boy. His handsome girl. His everything in between. He wished he could take all the dysphoria away, that it wouldn't bother you. But he couldn't. So he would do all he could to make sure you felt euphoric. That no matter what, you could be happy with your body. That you could live free.
"I will stick up for you when you can't. I'll make sure people know to use ALL your pronouns. And if anyone has anything to say against it, they answer to me." Valentino looked down at you, wanting to just kiss you again and again. "I hope I can always be someone that makes you feel euphoric. That you know I will always see you how you want to be seen. Even if no one else does." His lower hands took yours. You were perfect. So perfect. He wiped your tears away. He just wanted to see you happy.
You had no words. You cried more now, feeling so loved. And all you could utter was "thank you" and "I love you, Valentino." Valentino hugged you close, taking good care of you.
Ahhhhh!!! I love this idea!!! Totally gonna enjoy doing this request. :)
🩷Angel Dust x Makeup Artist!Reader (Platonic)🩷
🩷Angel Dust had people he got along with well enough, but it isn't like he had many close friends outside of the hotel. Most were just work friends or nice enough colleagues, nothing deep. Until you two met.
🩷You were a new hire at Porn Studios and for a while, you worked with some of the other whores. Then when Angel's current artist was gone, you were brought in to replace them. And that's how you met.
🩷Angel loved getting to talk with you before shoots as you did his makeup. He could easily do it himself, but Valentino usually preferred to have an artist do it when it came to shows or films he was especially excited about. It had to all be professional and perfect so it was best to just have a makeup artist do it.
🩷Now Angel had been working as a pornstar for a while now. He had seen tons of hair and makeup artists. Some he had gotten to know, some he had hooked up with, but you were the first one in a while that he had fun chatting with.
🩷When you were assigned elsewhere since Angel didn't have any big projects coming up, focusing more on just other whore stuff, Angel would often sneak off to go see you.
🩷Sometimes Angel would try to convince you to just go out for the day. Yes Val would be mad, but Angel was used to Val being mad over everything. He'd promise that he would take the blame and make sure you never got caught.
🩷He even invited you off work to spend time with him at the hotel, usually when Charlie was busy and wouldn't try to talk your ear off. She'd bring you to meet Fat Nuggets too. After all, everyone in Angel's life who is important to her has to meet and be approved by his previous baby piggy.
🩷If Angel was going on tour, sometimes he would ask you to look after Nuggets. Yes he had the hotel staff for that, but he just liked knowing Fat Nuggets was with a dear friend.
🩷Angel was happy to have an actual bestie at his workplace too. He could so easily go to you if he needed to vent, needed to let off steam by just having someone that doesn't make him feel crazy, or if he wanted to go somewhere.
🩷Angel would put in good word for you with Valentino easily. Basically ensuring your job if it ever became threatened, getting you time off, getting you better paying gigs. Angel may piss Val off, but Val is still way too soft for him when he's good. All Angel has to do is bat his pretty eyes when it comes to requests or favors that don't drive the overlord crazy. So being the top whore that Valentino loved, gave Angel some power to look out for you.
🩷Since Val didn't much care about drama or relationships in the workplace, so long as they didn't interfere with his work or take what he owns, Angel was mostly fine to see you. Mostly because sometimes Angel would be a troublemaker and sneak off to go see you. And sometimes Angel just NEEDED to see you. Who else could he go to while still being at work?
🩷Angel would feel safe enough eventually to confide in you about the abuse. He'd also get high or drunk sometimes and just come to your room at the tower and ramble to you, even crying a bit. Something he didn't even really do with the folks at the hotel. Angel Dust trusted you. You were his best friend.
🩷Even when Angel would sneak off to see you, Val wouldn't even get that upset. Why? Cause at least you kept him at work more often. So even when Angel was pissing off Val, you were still somewhat protected.
🩷Angel would never let Valentino or anyone else hurt you. Shitty entitled actor yelling at you over their makeup? A director getting pissed at you for doing the wrong makeup or for being late to do the makeup? Some other artist jealously sabotaging you or trying to get you in trouble with Val? Just any sort of shit happening in the tower and Angel would make sure it stops right away. Angel is still Valentino's favorite and so if he says so, he has some leeway with Valentino.
🩷And Angel would ALWAYS protect you. No one is hurting you on his watch. He'll take shit from others all day, even having drama with some of the other stars himself. But he was fiercely protective of his friends. And especially if you were someone that was either too nice or just couldn't handle all the drama. Cause unfortunately, Porn Studios was filled with some of the worst people you will meet.
🩷And working in a porn studio attracts lots of gross creeps who don't care about bodily autonomy or consent. So even if you're a makeup artist, if anyone even slightly made you uncomfortable in that way, Angel would be pissed.
🩷If for whatever reason, Valentino had set his sights on you whether in rage or for some reason horny, Angel Dust would do everything to make sure he didn't lay a hand on you. It didn't matter if he pissed Val off. You were his best fucking friend and he would not let Valentino hurt you one bit. Val can fuck him up all he wants, but he will not touch Angel's friends.
🩷We talked about Angel recommending you to help you get good jobs in Val's department, but he'd probably also ask Melissa or Val to put in a good word with Velvette for hou. Wanna do makeup for models and fashion shorts and advertising? Prefer that over the sex studio? Angel will do his best to swing it.
🩷If you only wanted to do Angel's makeup, he could probably bullshit a reason with Val. "It will give me more time to actually memorize the scripts." He could lie about. When really, it was just to give you a job only doing his makeup.
🩷Angel would love to do your makeup in return. Imagine a sleepover at your room or his and practicing some makeup on each other, making each other look beautiful.
🩷Angel would even get some money to buy you new stuff for your work. He's been spending less on drugs overtime anyways so might as well spend it on his best friend.
🩷Angel likes talking with you when you're working. Just sitting nearby and chatting. Angel is very distracted sometimes and so he likes to be there and chat with you when he has time.
🩷He's been in hell for a while too so he can easily show you the best places around town and how to get a good deal on shit. Angel is crafty and clever too and knows how to use his charm. He'll get you good deals too. Or just enjoy spoiling you and going out with you.
🩷He loves having sleepovers with you. If you're bigger than him, he will love to steal your clothes. Yes he would be that type of friend. If you're his size or smaller, he'd love sharing his clothes with you. Especially if you're smaller and they were big on you or long on you.
🩷Angel hadn't really had a best friend before. His life was shitty and his afterlife has been shitty. He's made friends at the hotel, but you felt extra special. And you were the only one he had met from work. He liked having someone he could always text or call up, someone he could spend nights staying up and watching movies with, sharing clothes and drama and gossiping. It felt like a movie friendship come to life. And that made him so happy.
🩷Angel even liked learning some tips from you for makeup. And he loved giving you some recommendations and ideas too. You both were talented whenit came to it so it was perfect to share with one another.
🩷And even if it wasn't cause of Angel being a top whore or Val's clear favorite, Angel would easily protect you with his guns too. People forget he came from a mafia family so often, but Angel is a bitch that knows how to protect himself and others and he's skilled with weapons. He could easily take out anyone if he needed to. You were his best friend and so he wouldn't be afraid to bring out one of his guns if he needed.
🩷He had been best friends with Cherri, but she often didn't fully understand his issues or his struggles with Valentino, loving and caring as she might be. So you being his best friend felt like someone he finally didn't have to perform for. Someone that wouldn't make him feel alone. He was getting that more with the others, but it felt so natural with you. Like things fit together perfectly.
🩷Angel Dust loved you and trusted you. He'd give you big hugs, he'd listen to any vents you had, he'd be patient as you let off steam, he'd share Fat Nuggets with you, he absolutely adored you. And all he wanted was to see you safe and happy. He worried for you. He would cry for you. He'd fight for you. And he would always love you.
🩷It seems crazy to him that a makeup artist he was assigned would turn out to be the one person that he would grow closest to. And he was happy to introduce you to his other friends eventually. He loved hearing your stories, learning what you loved, taking you out for food, buying you things. He just liked being around you.
🩷His phone and his sinsta account are filled with photos of the two of you, precious memories you had made together. It was the realest he had smiled in a while. And you helped him stay just a little bit more sane at work.
🩷And of course everything you did for him, he would do for you. Cause he finally knew what it was like to have a best friend that didn't make him feel like he had to hide parts of who he was, to perform to what they expected. You just liked him and he just liked you. And that's all he needed. He just needed you. And he was so happy to have you.
can you write a scenario for Loona x Circus Clown Imp Reader
Reader reminds her of Blitzo and reader tries to convince Loona to wear a big red clown nose
I really like this idea. I can imagine it so well. I'm very happy to do this. :)
💜❤️Loona x Imp!Reader (Circus Clown)❤️💜
💜Loona didn't really have any connection to the circus. She never went to it as a kid with her childhood being shit and her dad, Blitzø, never really took her after she was adopted.
❤️But apparently there was a circus in town and Blitzø wanted to take her. And that's where she saw you for the first time. Performing your show and doing it very well. It even made her laugh. You were cute and you made her smile.
💜She went back on her own later on to be able to talk to you. She didn't need her dad getting in the way. Loona loved getting to see your costumes as she spoke to you backstage.
❤️So that's how you two met. And she loved to hang out with you. You weren't always in town cause of circus travelling, but since this was the circus' main place, Loona got to see you often. She'd stop by all the time when she could swing it. Hanging out with you before or after a show.
💜Loona loved when you would practice your act in front of her. You loved making her laugh and smile too. Cause as edgy and distant as she acts, she's got a real warm heart in there. And you go to see it all the time.
❤️Loona would help you with your clothes and costumes. Getting you new ones, helping you with the sizing and fit of them, even bringing them to someone to be repaired. You could do it yourself, but you appreciated the help. And Loona loved getting to help out.
💜You reminded her a lot of her dad. In the way you were pretty loving, ridiculously silly, and you cared deeply. But she was better at being affectionate with you since you weren't her adopted dad that acts overprotective. You were a friend and eventually a partner. It felt so different cause of that.
❤️Loona is not a performer herself. She does not have anything that she would use for an act. But she enjoyed helping you practice and even standing in as the "audience participant" sometimes. You looked so alive when you performed, trying to make the crowd happy and laugh.
💜Loona would sometimes go to visit your shows in the Gluttony ring. It's where her friends lived so she loved to be able to swing a trip there by staying with them and then getting to come visit you.
❤️Loona would miss you a lot if you were gone for a while. Yeah, you guys got to text and all. But it wasn't the same as being able to go out and get drinks or lunch or whatever else you two wanted to do.
💜You always teased Loona about helping her develop her own clownsona and getting into clowning. You'd joke about doing her clown makeup and that you even had a special red nose for her. Honk honk.
❤️Loona didn't think any bit of it was serious until you snuck up behind her and held the red nose in front of her face. She couldn't be mad at you startling her. You looked like a goof with that silly face of yours. Always having an expressive face just like Blitzø did. Sticking your tongue out, making goofy faces, being silly, and often without realizing sometimes cause it was normal for you.
💜Still. Loona swore she wouldn't wear the red nose. But maybe she missed you a little bit and she still has the nose you had gotten her. So maybe she puts it on and takes a selfie with a very serious face and sent it to you. She looked hilarious. Even if it was embarrassing, she loved making you happy.
❤️You would pester her so often, in a silly and fun way. Bringing up the nose, somehow bringing it out of nowhere like magic, always having that big smile. You'd hold it up to her nose, though she'd stop you so fast if you tried to put it on.
💜She acted like she hated the nose, and while she didn't want to wear it, she always enjoyed the way you'd bring it up randomly. Popping in and showing it off, rolling it over to her, pulling it out like a magic trick, that big grin and the exaggerated facial expressions you'd make as you'd try to convince her, even once acting like a business person trying to get someone to invest. Pretending to be all official and stuff and laying out the pros and (lack of) cons to wearing the red nose. Even dramatically pleading and sighing and being all overdramatic as if it was life or death in a soap opera. It was like a fun game of back and forth for you two and Loona always found it so funny. Though it usually ended in denial until she finally sent that picture.
❤️Loona for sure hugs some of the clown stuff she has cause of you whenever you're not around. Maybe even holding it like a special plushie as she sleeps cause she's thinking of you. And maybe she keeps the red clown nose close to her. Cause it makes her remember how much you try to convince her to try it on.
💜Loona would so get into fights if someone was trying to make you miserable or harass you about your show. Some audience members just suck in any profession. Whether it's booing and heckling, trying to act like they're so cool by saying some bullshit, throwing stuff, whatever, some people are just jerks when going to shows, especially if they get drunk. Loona would be your own personal bodyguard sometimes. No one is gonna mess with the imp that she loves.
❤️If you ever needed encouragement about your act or felt down after dealing with a tough crowd, Loona would cheer you up for sure. Your act is good enough for her, you've made plenty of kids and adults laugh before. You're talented. A rough and shitty crowd doesn't show you how good you are.
💜Loona would begrudgingly introduce you to her dad. And she wouldn't admit it, but she liked seeing you two get on with telling jokes or being goofballs or even reliving your circus lives. And she was pretty happy to have Blitzø's approval. She doesn't care about it overall, but it is a relief when your parent approves of the person you love.
❤️Loona loved posting pics of you to her social media and taking selfies with you. And seeing her friends like the photos made her so happy. You made her so happy. And she liked showing off to her social circle that you were hers. This silly little imp from the circus. That was an overdramatic goofball that loved her unconditionally and saw her worth. You had a big heart just like her dad. And she couldn't help but be drawn to that. She so often didn't feel good enough with her life and her precious lack of friends. But you made her feel like a treasure. So she'd love to do anything for you.
💜Even if it meant wearing a silly red clown nose on her snout. Though she makes you swear never to show that picture to anyone. "It's too embarrassing," she says. But it's this cute and funny thing. Cause her goth self looks so funny with a bright red clown nose on her. Hey, at least you have blackmail of your girlfriend, right? (And maybe one day you'll be able to get her to wear other clown items. But hey, you're just glad she finally put on the nose after you had tried for so long.)
❤️Loona never cared for the circus much. But now she does. Cause when the circus comes to town, it means she gets to see you. And she hopes no one will take away your energy and heart like they seemed to do to her and Blitzø. And she loves that you are always there to cheer her up, to make her laugh, to give her love, to care for her. She couldn't ask for a better partner than you. <3
I think that's all I'm gonna work on for now. -.- I did a lot at once, I'm pretty impressed with myself. I still have more requests so if you've sent one in, I will get to it. Loving the requests I'm getting though, very fun to write. :)
Can you do headcanons for Vassago from Helluva Boss x male! reader who's the anthropomorphic personification/King/Lord of Death himself and the Angel of Death, but he's super sweet and loving and a complete cinnamon roll?
I most certainly can! (This is true with every character I write, but oh I have a soft spot for this boy. He's so cute.)
❤️Vassago x Male!Reader of Death Headcanons❤️
❤️ There were plenty of unique demons in hell. From hellborns to sinners, and Vassago had met plenty of them himself. Then he met this one that was the Angel of Death, an incarnate of death itself. Hearing any divine being of death, it brings a certain image to the mind. One hard and edgy, cold and serious, or even just the type to send a shiver down your spine. Well imagine Vassago's surprise when this very being of personified death was...anything but.
❤️ He had simply run into this king of death as part of his royal duties. He was one of the many divine beings that Vassago would interact with. Vassago hadn't know too much about this sweet gentleman. So when Vassago has heard that he was the Angel of Death, it had certainly surprised him.
❤️ There had been many divine beings over the millenia associated with death. Vassago hadn't met very many. So this being the first one he had met caught him a bit off guard. Especially considering how...precious this Lord of Death was.
❤️ That adorable charm almost instantly captured Vassago's heart. Even if he hadn't realized how deeply he felt for you, his attention had certainly been caught.
❤️ Vassago had many lovers over the years, but this one was unique. Being a Goetia attracted a certain type of lover. Those being either elites themselves or even many that cared more for the status of dating a Goetia than actually caring for dating Vassago. Love like what Ozzie and Stolas had was not exactly too common. So when Vassago met this beautiful man and you turned out to be this absolute ball of sweetness and love, Vassago instantly became hooked.
❤️ He chatted with you that night he had met you and asked for your phone number. It was a bold move in his mind, but he didn't mind it. And besides, he would much rather message you than anyone else.
❤️ Vassago would absolutely fall in love with your title. Not because it made you powerful, he couldn't give a shit if his lover was powerful or powerless. No. He loved it because he could brag his boyfriend was death itself and then when people meet you, they just have this sweet little guy that's an absolute cinnamon roll.
❤️ Vassago loves the sweet types. Loving, sweet, caring, precious. It was easu to know he was loved and to express love. Vassago is a very affectionate man and never one to dance around how he feels or try to act as if he's above mushy gushy feelings. So having a sweet boyfriend like you, he loved it. It made him want to squish your cheeks.
❤️ He would also love to flex the power you have sometimes. He's definitely the type of boyfriend to brag about his boyfriend so...he would love to do that and to so casually explain he's basically dating death. Meanwhile he's just thinking of your cute ass self that he wants to go home and cuddle later.
❤️ Vassago would be pretty quick to confess honestly. Maybe not super fast, as it's always hard to share how you feel, but he's the type to take action when needed.
❤️ Vassago would melt seeing you. He'd want to spoil you. Oh you're death? No. You're his wittle precious boyfie who he's going to kiss and carry around. Spoiled. Spoiled rotten. Especially with kisses and love and hugs and anything affectionate.
❤️ He would make food for you. I can just see it. He'd love to make you lunches and stuff. Even include little notes. He just loves to show you love. How can he resist anyway when you're literally the sweetest thing alive?
❤️ Now if you confessed first, I think Vassago would break. Sweet little thing, powerful embodiment and angel of death, AND you confessed first? Hot damn. He's gonna have to wife you up and quick.
❤️ Vassago is extroverted and expressive so he will basically love to talk about you, spend time with you, have public displays of affection with you, and so on. He'd love to go out for dates too. But he's not against comfy dates at home or more intimate dates where it's just the two of you, spending time together, being in love, aesthetic mood lighting. Vassago is just the romantic type. As long as he's spending time with you, he's happy.
❤️ He would spoil you with gifts. This man will learn your interests and love you and adore you. You're his boyfriend so expect to be given many gifts. He just likes seeing the joy on your face when you receive something you like.
❤️ Yeah, you're a powerful king of death, but he would absolutely use all of his powers to defend you, protect you, whatever else. Doesn't matter if you were even more powerful than him, he's gonna protect you and take care of you. You're too pure for this world, he says as he holds you close like you're this innocent little thing. Not flat out babying you, just being the dramatic ass man that he is.
❤️ He would love to just listen to you talk. About anything. About what you're into. About what you like about him. Talking with you brings a smile to his face. He feels so full and whole when he's with you. He'd definitely love to hold your hand or be physically affectionate with you in some way as you talk.
❤️ Even aside from listening to you, he just likes engaging with you in general. Conversing over things, having silly debates, discussing different media you like, anything. You've captured his heart and your voice is everything.
❤️ If you're feeling unhappy or even insecure, he would be so quick to take care of you and reassure you. If he can help it, you would never have to feel one negative emotion. That's not possible though so he will just support you as best as he can. You're always welcome to come to him when you're scared or sad or just feeling under the weather for no reason at all.
❤️ He's never once been intimidated by your status as an embodiment of death. Even before he knew you were such a precious thing, contradicting your immense power and your intimidating title and status, he never once feared you. You were always just you to him. Never this big bad man to fear.
❤️ He fell in love with every bit of you. The way he looks at you will always show that. And finding out that you weren't just this sweet little man, but a total cinnamon roll, it broke him. In a good way. In a gay way. He has it for you bad. Cause when he sees that face, all he wants is to love you.
❤️ Doesn't matter if you're bigger than him, he will carry you. You're his beautiful mans and so he will carry you. You deserve it. You need it.
❤️ His favorite thing is just to look at your face lovingly. In bed together, stroking your hair or just having his arms around you, admiring you as you do your own thing or even rest. And he will wonder how he got so lucky to meet a man like you.
❤️ If you needed any sort of comfort, especially if you were scared or fearful of something or if some horror stuff got you if that's your cup of tea, he would be there to take care of you. Vassago would make sure you feel protected and safe. No matter how silly the fear was. Everyone has something they're scared of. Doesn't matter if they're so powerful or if they have some stereotypically "scary" role like being the Angel of Death. Everyone experiences fear. Vassago would take care of you in every way that you needed. Even if it's some silly little fear, he wouldn't once judge you. He would just focus on helping you feel safe, comforted, protected, and less scared.
❤️ If Vassago had ever been asked to envision an angel of death, he would think more like an exorcist or something otherwise serious, cold, even terrifying. He would never have imagined you all that time ago. But now he does. You're his beautiful Lord of Death. This mysterious force that comes for all and it's you, this precious man that he has found himself loving dearly. You will forever be his darling death. He wouldn't have it any other way.
are requests written and posted in order of when you get them or is it random?
It's in random order. I've not received so many requests before. But it's usually what I can think of or focus on. Some may also sit for a bit, but I will get to them eventually. I just struggle a lot irl and have poor physical health so some requests can take a good while.
I do get to every request eventually. But yes, it's random order. Works best for my writing to go with what my mind is drawn to since I have some cognitive struggles.
Though if requests have been in there a while, I may try to prioritize them. It's not the case right now as all requests I've received are fairly recent. But if something were in there for a while, I would make it a priority.
So short answer. Yeah. It's random. But I will get to them all eventually.
But I try not to let them sit for too long and try to get more than one in one go. Any delays I apologize for since I have to prioritize my self irl.
Okay so this is gonna be hyper specific- sorry babe- but basically, a Vox x reader, where the reader is an afab bigender person trying to present more masculine since he's been feeling dysphoric lately. And the one time he and Vox go out on a date he's constantly referred to as a she and it makes them wonder if they're even Trans in the first place o3o and Vox is cis but is trying to support his partner in any way that he can and can tell when he's uncomfortable and dysphoric. But yeah- that's my request-
Lmao hi babe. I love you. You're cute and dorky. And yes I can do this for you, darling. This place is ALL ABOUT the self indulgent fanfic and headcanon requests, sweetheart. I'm gonna make you die of joy. (Love that you have to specify he's cis cause you KNOW I'ma write him as trans lmao. 🥰)
💙Vox x Bigender!Reader (Hyperspecific Request)💙
Vox loved you and that was all that he thought would matter. He can be pretty cold to others' feelings, but not in a cruel way. He still noticed when things were wrong. And so, of course, he had noticed when something seemed to be bugging his precious little lover. He could read your predictable ass like a picture book. Though he didn't say anything at first. Still, Vox kept an eye on you and decided to take you out on a date, hoping to give you a good time so you could forget whatever it was troubling you. (Or tell him about it so he could finally know.)
Vox had a rule to not use his hypnotic eye on a partner. Sure, it may come out when he's upset or emotional passionate, but he would never use it to force you to tell him what's wrong. Respecting your space too, Vox would often just keep an eye on things. He'd ask once in a while what's wrong, but he didn't always enjoy having to coax it out of you. So he'd wait until you were more ready to tell him.
So there you were. Getting ready for your date. He was just in the living room, waiting for you. He was already ready. Since he already wore a suit daily, it never took him long to get changed, rainbow socks still on beneath his fancy pants. He sees you come out, smiling at seeing that beautiful person he knew and loved. God, Vox *loved* that masculine look on you. It was true for any look, but he knew you felt extra special presenting masculine sometimes. He loved his little boi toy pet. He did notice you were dressing more masculine lately, but Vox wrote it off as you just feeling more like that lately. Little did he know that was a sign of what was bothering you.
So he took you out to a nice restaurant. It was a somewhat fancy place, but he focused mostly on the food. After all, the way to your heart was through your stomach and you loved some good food. So he was happy to spoil your stomach with some good ass food.
As he brought you in, the waiter took you to your tables.
"Table for Mr. Vox and his girlfriend."
It stung. But you didn't want to make it a thing. You used the word girlfriend after all. How could you be mad at someone using it? But it stung still. The way it felt like they looked at you as if you were only a girl. Even in your most masculine state, as hard as you tried, you felt as if they looked at you and just saw you as girl, woman, female. It was just an added weight on the pile of people only referring to you using she/her, very rarely sometimes they/them, almost never he/him. Even when a pronoun pin showed it. You hated it. Like because of your soft face or the fact that you had boobs or that you were short, they only saw "girl" "woman" "female." It made you feel crazy. How could you be mad at what you technically were? You were bigender after all. But you still knew what it felt like. The difference between someone seeing you as bigender when using "she" and someone seeing you as ONLY what you were assigned at birth. An event that meant so little and could even be changed for some people. Yet they still saw you as only that.
Vox just sat down, unaware of the stormy turmoil in your mind. He noticed the way you stared off, something you always did when upset. But he couldn't even begin to know why. Did the waiter glance at your chest? Did he make you uncomfortable in any way? Did he say something to you that Vox must have missed?
"Darling. What do you think you'll want?" Vox asked as he reached his hand over to hold yours. You didn't respond right away. Immediately he clocked it, knowing it was another sign you were unhappy. Had the trouble really followed you here?
Some familiar folks to Vox came up to the table before Vox could even ask what was on your mind. They chatted up Vox mostly, but referred to how cute his girlfriend was, even asking who did her hair. But they asked him. As if you couldn't even answer for yourself. He glanced over at you, willing to let you answer. You were out of it, but you answered that you had done it. Your smile seemed sincere enough to the people. But he knew that smile was rehearsed. It was one you had gotten used to doing between living with your family and working customer service before. A waitress came by to take the drink orders, complimenting you and saying how cute you look. Telling Vox how lucky he is to have her. Still Vox was unaware.
When it was finally time they got some fucking peace, he gently probed you for answers.
"So, darling. You've been rather out of it lately." Vox began. You looked up at him. You were surprised he could see through you, even though this was a normal thing. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong or are you just going to keep being in your head about it?" To others, his words probably would have come off as cruel, possibly even mocking. But to you, you knew he was just cutting to the chase. He didn't do emotions in the dancing around them way. He got right to it. It was something you actually appreciated about him. He could see through you, he didn't judge you, and he got right to it. And still, he would coddle you and be soft with you if you needed it.
"I'm sorry..."
"Don't." He gave you a look. You knew why.
"Right. Um." You tried to find the words. "Can I...type it to you?"
"Yeah. Go ahead. If it's that private, then do it."
Vox always was so blunt, but it came from a place of sincerity. You knew that. You knew he cared deeply, that he wanted to make things better, that he was showing you his respect. You preferred it anyway. The blunt nature of him versus the played up schmoozing he did with others with that practiced, charismatic smile. He was being real and raw with you here. No need to play games or fake emotional care. You knew he loved you and he would quite literally kill all of hell for you. You knew him and what he was like. Just as much as he knew you so well.
So. You typed it out. Your feelings. The dysphoria you had been experiencing. How every bit of she and her and miss and girlfriend and all of it ate into you, cut through you like a sword, tore at who you were. You sniffled, wiping tears from your eyes as you typed it all out. You sent it in multiple messages, typing the way you would talk.
_I feel like I shouldn't even be upset for it. I'm bigender. I'm girl as much as I am boy. But...it feels so wrong. It feels like I'm only ever a girl. It feels like I'm only what people see me as. They never use he/him, they use my more gender neutral name than my boy name, they never call me your boyfriend. They never even bother to think of my masculine side. That I'm nothing but a masculine girl. Not a boy. But I feel hypocritical for being upset at a name and pronouns I DO use. I'm overreacting. How can they even know? But it hurts. What if I'm just pretending? What if I'm not even really trans? I don't know. I'm sorry..._
You couldn't help ending your long rant with an apology. It was several messages of explaining so much. And still you felt like it didn't convey the emotions you felt.
Vox read through every message as it was sent. His cool eyes looked so serious. You watched his focused face, it being another part of him you had fallen in love with. He sipped on his drink the waitress had brought as he read.
"Well. You know I don't exactly experience this myself. So don't take it like I'm some expert cause I'm not trans, but...would it really bother you this much if you were cis? Maybe. I don't know. It can suck being seen as the wrong gender cause of ambiguous traits. But would it *really* make you question THIS MUCH if you were really cis?" He asked as he looked at you. You knew he wasn't done though.
"Listen. It's true that how could they know? But maybe they also shouldn't assume. But maybe it can't be helped. Who fucking knows. Technically none of us can actually tell. We don't know the reasons they may assume."
"But for the people that DO know, they have no excuse. They should be trying. If you haven't mentioned it to him, you can try to do it or I can try to do it. If they have any issue with it, I'll deal with it. I don't want you to have to face that shit, okay?"
"Okay..."
"But you are who you are. You're that beautiful bigender person. You're my precious baby boy and my precious baby girl. You're as much my princess as you are my prince. You are whatever you say you are. So if you ever fucking question yourself, I'm here to fucking remind you. You are exactly who I fell in love with. Before you came out, after you came out, after you came out again." Vox looked at you the entire time. His clawed hand carefully held yours. His voice was serious and sweet. You could just hear the love in it.
"If you are ever uncomfortable with how someone refers to you, even a stranger, simply tap my hand three times or shoot me a text. I'll deal with it so fast. And I will make sure that they don't give you shit for it. Cause nobody fucking disrespects my boyfriend."
Vox's hand held tightly to yours, his puffed up chest looking so fucking good as he contained his passionate anger for you. You were his world. And everyone should be fucking respecting that world.
"And if you are feeling dysphoric and need to be reminded that you're the beautiful trans person I've come to love, I will let you know. Just tell me and I'll make sure you feel so fucking euphoric that you'll fall in love with me again and you could never imagine how you were doubting yourself."
Your heart felt so full. This was the man you loved and he loved you. He fucking adored you. He would make sure that you got everything you wanted.
"Do you want to come sit on my lap and I give you love the rest of the meal?"
And he also knew your weak spot for physical affection. You gave a cute "Eep!" as you blushed, but you nodded anyway. He helped you onto his lap and begin running his cyan fingers through your fluffy hair. You were his lovely boyfriend. His other hand laid on your thigh, stroking it gently. Yeah. He'd make sure you never doubted your identity again. Sure he didn't know what it was like to be trans, but he knew what it was like to need someone to reassure you. Vox promised he would always be that for you, the second he found himself loving you.
Vox leaned in to gently kiss your neck, tickling you. He smirked as his screen was so close to you, his big eyes focusing on you.
"Yeah...You're not just my prince, you're my fucking king." He said softly to you. You could feel the way your cheeks burned so red. You were always so easily flustered by him, but it made you so happy. Vox always made you happy.
"Don't you ever let anyone else dictate who you are. Not even me. Unless it's me dictating that you're my perfect boyfriend~" Vox teased into your ear as he kisses it a few times, slightly nibbling at it with his shark teeth. "Don't you ever change because someone makes you feel like shit. You're who you are for a reason. You will always be who you say you are and what you say you are. I won't let that doubt poison your mind. Say the word and I will make sure you hear everything you need to hear." His hands wrapped around your waist tightly. Vox couldn't help becoming protective over you. You weren't overlord material. You were just this sweet little thing he had found himself falling in love with. He needed to protect you. Even if it was just from the dysphoria or doubts in your mind.
Closing his eyes, Vox rested his face into you. He loved breathing in your familiar and sweet scent. You always smelled so nice after showering every morning. He was trying to make you feel safe and loved, but...you were also making him feel safe and loved. Yeah. You were perfect as the little bean you were. It didn't matter if your gender made sense to anyone, as long as it made sense to you. And if you needed to be reassured of your masculine and boy side, he would always do that. Cause no he doesn't understand what it's like to be trans or gender non-conforming, but he knows what it's like to want to hide who you are. He wouldn't let that happen. No. He wanted you to shine with confidence and self-love. And he'd make sure people respected you as his boyfriend as much as his girlfriend. He couldn't imagine you being any other way. And Vox would make sure that you always fucking knew that.
Headcanons for Loona x punk hellhound she buys her cigarettes from please
Ooh, a very fun concept! This will certainly be fun.
💜Loona x Punk Hellhound That She Buys Her Cigarettes From💜
💜 Well, Loona never really expected to meet someone so cool that she would fall for. She really just needed some cigarettes. But you turned out way cooler than she would have expected. First thing she noticed really was the punk outfit. Being goth and alternative herself, she was already admiring you.
💜 She was just planning to get the cigarettes and leave, but you were cool. Attractive and cool. She enjoyed talking with you for a bit. Getting to know you. She ran hands through her hair before lighting up her cigarette and smoking a bit as she talked.
💜 Learning about you was fun. It started in short chats, but she had fun getting to know you every time she needed cigarettes. Or...even moreso because she would lie saying she needed more. Maybe it made her look like she burned through cigarettes fast, but...she just wanted an excuse to talk more.
💜 Then came the texting. Now she didn't need to keep lying. Which, honestly, you saw right through. She didn't seem like the type that smoked a pack of cigarettes that fast. So you offered her your number. Saying it would make it easier to get the cigarettes to her.
💜 Her tail wagged every time she texted you. Even Blitzø noticed she was way happier when texting you. As the annoying dad he is, he pestered her about who she was texting, teasing her a bit. And as the angsty "teen" (not actually) daughter she was, she would tell him to fuck off.
💜 Even if you weren't all that cool, you were still cool to her. Cause she liked you. She had fun texting you. Even through the night sometimes.
💜 It stopped being about meeting up to buy cigarettes and started to be about meeting up and hanging out. Going to a bar, getting tickets for a concert, going to some hellhound parties. Loona was excited to bring you along to the ones Bee threw.
💜 Tex and Bee could tell so fast that she had found someone she liked. Things weren't official, but they could tell you both liked each other.
💜 Maybe Loona enjoyed sharing some of your accessories. They were pretty awesome and worked with her style too. She had fun wearing some of your punk jackets too.
💜 She was very happy the first time you showed up to her work to chat with her. She was also pretty embarrassed, especially knowing Blitzø and how he can be. Millie was pretty sweet and Moxxie was Moxxie.
💜 She loved to share music with you. Whether it was listening to whatever you liked or her sharing her favorite songs. She just loved it. Music was big to her so it felt special between the two of you.
💜 She appreciated that you still brought her cigarettes and that you knew when she was low. You had a lighter for her too if she was struggling with hers or forgot it. It was a small thing, but with it being how you two met, it made her feel so loved.
💜 Loona is insanely cool herself, but when it comes to others, she thinks she's not cool enough sometimes. She still feels like you're way out of her league, but she's happy that you seem to love her.
💜 She can be a sweet puppy in love. She's super caring and so she'd take care of you as much as you took care of her.
💜 Maybe she doesn't need to buy her cigarettes from you, but sometimes she still pays you anyway. It's more like gift money though than actual payment. Cause you'd be happy to give her free cigarettes anytime.
💜 It wouldn't be a super big change when you two started dating though. You both pretty much already acted like you were together. It's just official now.
💜 Double dates with Bee and Tex because that would be cute sometimes. You all get along as friends anyway.
💜 Loona would be awkward af in a cute way when you first started dating. Excitedly calling you her girlfriend/boyfriend/partner/whatever term you wanna use. She'd blush as she would say it too, her tail wagging a bunch. Then looking at you with eyes full of love.
💜 No. Loona never expected to fall in love when she just went to get some cigarettes. She never thought the cool person selling her cigarettes would fall for her too. But that's how it happened. And now she's happy.
💜 Maybe she'd have cigarettes ready for you too. Even making a joke that you could buy them from her too. She loved your laugh. And she loved that you guys met over something that seemed so small to her.
💜 She just needed cigarettes and the store was closed. And she ran into you. And you sold cigarettes. And she kept coming back. But it was never just for the cigarettes after the first time.
💜 Bonus of Blitzø coming to you to buy cigarettes as a totally not overprotective dad move to check out who his precious little girl is interested in. Cause Blitzø is an embarrassing overprotective dad to his fully grown adult daughter.
