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.
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Summary: MC wasn’t pleased about being forced out of their home and into the Devildom for this so-called exchange program, however, they were pissed that their little sister Harper was brought with them. MC wants nothing more than to make sure their sister stays alive and safe while in the Devildom, but first they need to figure out why these Demon bastards won’t stop gawking at her.
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Satan sat beside you flipping peacefully through study texts in the library while Harper sat on the floor a few meters away from you braiding Mammon's hair.
Since the dinner two weeks ago, you had become cautiously comfortable around him and Mammon, something that was a relief to all other residents of the House of Lamentation.
When the brothers had been told about the exchange program, most of them hoped to remain as uninvolved as possible.
But then you arrived.
They saw too much of themselves before the fall in your stubborn, protective, selfless spirit to let you go around unwatched.
They refused to let you fall and burn yourself out as they had.
The night of the dinner, the brothers talked and agreed that they needed to work on making you feel at ease here and that the best way to do that was to help you with your care of Harper.
Since Mammon and Satan were the only ones with even a sliver of your scarce trust, they were spending an increasing amount of time with you and the little squirt.
Satan glanced over at you.
While you still looked tired, you at the very least looked more rested and relaxed than you had at dinner.
There were still dark circles under your eyes and tangles in your hair. Your nail beds were still bitten down from your anxious nibbling.
But there was something to be said about the fact that Mammon had just scooped up Harper and was stomping like a fool while laughing maniacally with her thrown over his shoulder and you simply spared them a momentary glance and smiled softly as Harper's squeals filled the room before turning back to your book.
Satan couldn't help but notice that the gentle glow contentment brought to your skin looked nice on you.
He found himself smiling as he turned back to his text. "You look like you're finally starting to settle down and adjust to the Devildom."
You shrugged without looking over to him. "Don't really have a choice," despite your cold words, there was a glint of gratitude in your eyes as you watched Mammon and Harper. "I'm just glad Harper seems to be okay with all of this."
Satan hummed in thought. "What about you?" your head whipped around to face him. "How do you feel about everything?"
You scoffed and raised your eyebrow as you leaned into your palm. "How do I feel about the place I'm being held captive in with my little sister?"
Satan rolled his eyes at your honest dramatics. "Yes. How do you feel about the Devildom?"
You pursed your lips as you played with your fingertips. "It's not...horrible, I guess. I mean, it's not as bad as I thought it would be. But, it's still," you sighed as you stared up at the ceiling. "It's a lot."
Satan frowned as he studied you. He felt something inside him twinge at your words and a deep, strange desire to help bubbled up.
He didn't know what it was. Maybe it was that you put so much of your trust in him over the rest of his brothers. Maybe it was your mutual disdain for Lucifer. But there was something about you that made him inexplicably curious and, dare he say, soft.
"Is there anything that would help?" He asked before he even knew what he was doing.
Your eyes bore into him; unblinking as they searched and scanned his very being for the answers to questions he didn't even know. Your gaze narrowed as you lifted your chin, "Make a pact with me."
Satan's eyes widened as he felt his heart halt in his chest. "What?"
Those dangerous, analytical eyes of yours burned under the library lights as you stared at him with determination and purpose. "Your nice," Satan scrunched up his nose, "and I know that you'd be a good ally to have while I'm down here. I want to know that you'll have my back if I need it."
Satan chuckled nervously as he tilted his head at you. "Can't you take my word as a," he stumbled over his words as he struggled to define the odd relationship between the two of you, "a-as your associate?"
"Associate?" you questioned in both amusement and uncertainty.
He growled in frustration, "Comrade, ally, fucking friend if you really want! That's not important. Can't you just trust me to be there?"
"No," he tensed at the firmness in your tone. Your gaze had hardened to stone and for a second Satan wondered if this was how Medusa's victims felt before their final moments. "I can't just trust you. As angsty as it sounds, I don't trust anyone," his breath caught in his throat as you stuck your hand out towards him. "You want me to be comfortable down here? Make a pact with me. Otherwise, don't complain about what I do and how I act."
As Satan stared at your extended hand, he couldn't help but feel like this was a test.
Would he give up a part of himself, place trust in you and prove that he truly does wish to help you? Or would he turn you away, too scared and untrusting of you himself to put himself in as compromising of a position as you had been forced into?
He knew what his answer should've been.
He had witnessed the way those mortal witches toyed with Mammon and abused their power over him. He massaged Asmo's back the one time he came back from being forced to help Solomon build a massive temple centuries ago.
Yet in your eyes, beyond the iron-strong walls that guarded your being, was a terrified person who was asking someone to give them a chance, begging him to take their hand help them regain faith in vulnerability and companionship once more. You had the soul of a broken person, deserted by those they loved and who was so tired of being alone in everything they did.
He looked into those deep calculative eyes and he saw himself in you.
He took your hand.
Both of you gasped as magic spiraled up your arms burned an eternal brand into the center of your spine.
You looked at Satan with wide eyes as he smiled at you and pulled his hand back, folding his hands together in his lap to hide the small trembles running through them. "I trust that you won't take this lightly."
You gaped at him for a moment, blinking at the demon in shock. "I-I..." your shoulder relaxed as gave him a tiny grin. "Yeah. Only for emergencies."
He nodded and turned back to his book, "Good."
***
That night, you found yourself unable to sleep once more. After assuring yourself that Harper was sleeping soundly in her bed, you silently crept out of the room and made your way to the kitchens.
All you had wanted was a cup of tea to ease your worries and help put you to sleep, but just as you were walking through the dark, empty halls, you heard a voice calling out for help.
They sounded like they were crying.
You frowned as your older sibling instincts kicked in.
You cautiously approached the noise and found a dark, spiral staircase. The entire scene was something out of a horror movie; the main character would climb the stairs, find the monster, and be killed with no one else knowing. You knew that you should turn back.
"Help! Please! I'm up here! Help me!" You winced as the cries grew louder and more desperate.
You let out a heavy breath as you shakily held onto the railing. "Fuck, I hope I don't regret this."
You slowly made your way up the stairs, the sound of sobbing growing louder with each step you took. You finally reached what looked to be the attic of the house.
Your eyes widened as you quickly noticed the large, barred door and the shouting man trapped behind it.
"Um..." The man's head snapped up at the sound of your voice. You flinched as his maddeningly desperate purple eyes landed on you. "A-Are you okay? You were crying."
"You can see me?" He breathed as his hands gripped tightly at bars separating him from you.
You nodded uneasily. "Yeah. I can see you. Are you alright? Why are you trapped up here?"
The stranger slumped against the bars as his hands trembled. "Y-You have to help me! I'm a human like you! Lucifer imprisoned me and nobody else knows that I'm up here. He's enchanted the staircase so that no demon can get up. He's going to keep me locked away forever!!!"
Your blood froze at the man's story. You knew that Lucifer wasn't to be trusted, that the man was dangerous, but the idea that he could do something like this to you and Harper at any minute.
"Woah, woah, woah. Calm down. What do you mean, he's imprisoned you? Why would he keep another human up here? He's the one working hardest with Diavolo to make the exchange program a success."
The man glared fiercely at you. "I don't know why he's keeping me up here! I just know that one day I was in the human world with my family, and the next he was ripping me away from them and locking me up in this musty prison!" His eyes watered as his gaze locked on yours. "I haven't seen my twin brother in ages. I don't know how long I've been up here. I just know that you're my only chance at getting out."
Your frown deepened at the mention of the man's family. You glanced between the staircase and the stranger before sighing. "Fine. But I'll only help you until I feel it's too big of a risk to do so. I have my own family to look out for," his face lit up. "How do we get you out of here?"
"You need to make a pact with six of the Avatars of Sin!"
You blinked at the man as you felt your stomach drop. "I'm sorry, what?"
He nodded eagerly. "You have to make pacts with each of the brothers. Once you do, you should have enough power to break the enchantment keeping me sealed in here," he rattled the bars of the door for extra measure.
You ran a hand over your face as you pinched the bridge of your nose. "You're asking a lot from me, buddy. There's no way the brothers would just make pacts with anyone. I most certainly wouldn't," you sighed in consideration as you looked over at him. "I mean, I've got two already, but-"
"What?!" He looked at you in genuine shock and surprise. "You've already made two pacts? With who?"
You narrowed your eyes at him. "Mammon and Satan. Why does that matter?"
His eyebrows perked as he let out a short laugh. "I mean, Mammon, I'm not surprised. But Satan?" he shook his head clear of his thoughts as he smiled at you. "So you already have a head start then! If you could convince Satan this quickly, the others should be child's play. Uh, Man, I really lucked out with you," you shivered at his tone. "Okay! So you need to get the others to trust you. I'd recommend starting with Beelzebub since-"
"I'd rather save him for last if at all possible," you interrupted as you crossed your arms over your chest.
The stranger's eyes darkened at the disdain in your tone as he narrowed his gaze. "Why? Beel's a softie. He'll be the easiest to win over."
You held the stranger's gaze as you raised an eyebrow. "He acts weird around my sister. I don't trust it. I don't trust him. I'd rather avoid him as much as possible until absolutely necessary."
The man went quiet for a moment before he flashed you a small forced smile. "That's alright. We'll start with someone else then. Try Leviathan. He's a total otaku and loves Tales of the Seven Lords. Try talking with him about that, and it should play itself out from there."
You furrowed your eyebrows at the man in confusion. "How do you know all of this?"
The man shrugged as he leaned against his cell. "Lucifer's spell prevents noise from leaking out of here, but I can still hear the conversations of people walking by."
That made sense, you guessed. The man looked at you pleadingly once more as you let out a heavy breath. "So you'll help me?"
You hesitated. Everything about this man was suspicious, but the most sincere he had seemed throughout this entire discussion was when he was talking about his family.
By doing this you would have pacts with all six of the brothers. By doing this, you would secure a guaranteed way to make sure that Harper was safe.
"Yes," you said firmly. "I'll help you."
***Yes, I know Lucifer is supposed to be in the stairs and stop MC a couple of times, but I wanted to move things along quicker, so no Luci. Sorry. Either way, I hope you guys are enjoying this so far! Thank you so much for the love and support! -B***
She parked near him and got out, avoiding the puddle as she approached him. Hands on her hips, she shook her head in pity. “What on earth happened to you?”
He looked up at her with a pained smile, his shoulders instantly sagging with relief at the sight of her. “I got carjacked.”
...
Thanks to a lack of communication, a horrific accident leads the team to fear the worst.
FLOOF CONFESSION!!! Getting as many of the obey me bros that’ll join and snuggling with all of ‘em!!! Including undatebles if they wanna join. I won’t leave ‘em out!
BUT YES???
It's starts off with Mammon and Levi, being clingy, and fighting over something dumb. The three of you are on your bed, both of them curled into your sides as Mammon plays with your hand and Levi's attention is on his hand held. You tone them out, something about Levi got getting all the coins in the last mini game, and how they aren't important.
Belphie slips in, sighing as he crawls above you and uses your stomach as a pillow, effectively falling asleep- but not before he calls his older brothers morons as they yell about him interrupting their time with you. They settle down, Mammon still clinging to your hand as the other now plays with Belphies hair, messing it up just a bit. You're sure you can hear a purr come from him if only the two next to you didn't start up again.
Beel joins in, smiling at everyone together, before jumping to Levi's side and swinging an arm over him, you, and Belphie, before settling on Mammon. He's so warm Levi eventually falls asleep too, cursing the fact that he's the only reptilian demon, but damn does Beels intense body heat feel amazing right now.
Satan and Asmo come in, both wondering why there was a lack of yelling and overall chaos in the house. Asmo jumps to Beel and cuddles for his warmth as well, before Satan sits on the bed next to Mammon, hesitantly resting his head on his brother's chest.
By the time Lucifer walks in all of you are half asleep, and he's exhausted after looking through the whole house to find his brother's for dinner. He'll slip in where the pillows are, making you, Mammon, and Beel lift your heads before using him as a pillow. To your surprise, he's warmer than Beel!
Soon, you all fall asleep, everybody on top of one another, either in pajamas from before or general lounge wear. Heavy, long, and soft breathing fills the room as one if the few moments of peace settles in the house.
And you wonder if this is what the Celestial Realm must be like.
Opening the door to a pair of knocks, Lucifer's eyes trail down to the blonde demon in front of him. Looking up, Satan wrapped his arms around the eldest brother and muttered something under his breath. Lucifer prided his arms off before pulling Satan in and pushing the door to. The pair laid on bed, holding each other as the younger shook from a nightmare.
