#imp helluva boss x reader

[swagyalastorwife]

I.m.p x male!hellhound!reader

A/N:hiiiiiiii guyssss (^-^)/❤️I didn't really know how to approach this one, but I hope you like it like that.

⚠️warning⚠️:

In the chaotic offices of the I.M.P., the arrival of a new face never goes unnoticed

This time, it's a male hellhound who walks through the door, massive, with a dark coat and shyly shining eyes

Blitzø, always on the lookout for effective muscles, welcomes him with a broad gesture, without dwelling too much on the details of his resume

"he just needs to know how to obey, after all"

From the very first days, everyone notices the newcomer's professionalism.

Your smiles, your nods, you follows every order without flinching, and, above all, you never makes a mistake.

Millie congratulates you on your speed, Moxxie marvels at your adaptability, and Blitzø congratulates himself on having made such a good hire.

But Loona is fascinated.

She observes this silent colleague who, despite the language barrier, manages to make yourself indispensable.

Your hardly speaks at all,your English is limited to a few words, and don't even mention writing.

You often only half understands what the team is saying, but you goes along with it, imitating Blitzø or Millie, ready to spring at the slightest warning.

One day, as the team is preparing to leave for a mission, Loona approaches you

She attempts an awkward

"Hi, how are you?"

to which you responds with a bright smile and a charmingly accented

"Yes, Loona"

Her heart skips a beat. You may have no idea what's going on around you, but you are there, always ready, always reliable.

As the weeks go by, Loona finds herself teaching you a few words, showing you how to fill out forms (even though you prefers drawings to letters)

You thanks her each time, with a sincere look, and she feels herself blush

For the first time, she wants to go to work in the morning, just to catch that awkward smile.

And even though chaos still reigns at the I.M.P., there's now a new sweetness in Loona's life,

that of a hellhound who doesn't understand much English, but who knows how to make her laugh without having to make an effort.

I hoooope youuu liiikkkeeee iiiittt!!!!!

[scoutswritingcorner]

*Black van pulls up next to limo and honks.*

Vox: *Huffs at the disrespect* Jerks.

Chauffeur!Reader: Chill, I know that guy.

*Reader honks backs, black van honks again."

Velvette: *Slightly jealous* Friends of yours?

Chauffeur!Reader: You can say that...

*Chauffeur!Reader climbs half out their window, grinning.*

Chauffeur!Reader: Don't forget to call me later!

Blitzø: *half hanging out the van window, grinning* Like Hell I'll forget, BITCH!

Moxxie: *Pulling Blitzø back inside* Sir! The light!

*Black van speed off*

Chauffeur!Reader: Ah~ I miss him already.

Vox: ...

Velvette: ...

Valentino: ... Uh, what the fuck just happened?

Chauffeur!Reader: Sorry..that was an old friend.

Valentino: And how do you know him, Amor?~

Chauffeur!Reader: We used to race around Pentagram City a lot.

[imagination-phantom]

Fizzy Frog!~

Alex Brightman voice “Ribbit! Heheheheehe~”

[bones4thecats]

You can do, Andrealphus x wife female imp pregnant reader, https://es.pinterest.com/pin/890657263795703537/, This is the reader 🧊

Andrealphus Having a Pregnant-Imp! S/O

Characters: Andrealphus (Helluva Boss) Requester: 🧊Anon A/N: Short, yet sweet. My favorite mix. Hope you like it too! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Stella being a bitch ⚠️

Disclaimer: I write Andrealphus as being 3-4 years older than Stella

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╚═════ Andrealphus ════════════════════════════╝

🧊 Imps in Hell normally never came from a high-ranking family. Which was normal, as your kind were considered to be the lowest-ranking species in the entire Seven Rings

🧊 But, you were born into the L/N family. A family that surrounded itself not only with the trading-system that the Sinners brought in, but also with the royals of Hell

🧊 At a young age, you were set to marry a member of the Ars Goetia. Specifically, you were set to marry Andrealphus, the older brother to Stella Goetia, future wife to Stolas Goetia

🧊 You were upset at first, as many of the Goetia family despise Imps, no matter their ranking or use to them. But, shock settled in the place of anger when Andrealphus offered his hand to you to give you a tour around his home

🧊 After you both turned 18, you married. Then, just a couple years later, Stella and Stolas married, before bringing Octavia into the world

🧊 You and Andrealphus preferred to take it all slower than them. So, you guys mainly focused either on yourselves and your own families, or with the responsibilities you both shared with one another. A family together was just out of the equation for a while

🧊 When you did find out you were pregnant, it sent shockwaves throughout your home. Hell, it only took 5 minutes for the other six rings to be discussing everything like it was the best thing since the phone was invented down there

🧊 The day you met up with his sister, Stella, was the day you finally realized why you were thankful to be with your husband. Stella was beyond pissed that her brother copulated with you and resulted in a baby

"I mean- what the fuck?! A hybrid?! Imps are pathetic, Andrealphus!"

"Stella, calm down."

"No! That thing needs to be illuminated now! Fuck, I'll do it myself!"

"Stella! Shut up! This was my choice to allow a baby to be created. Mine. Not yours. Now, if you dare to threaten my wife and child again, I will make sure your plans to end Stolas fail fabulously. Understood?"

🧊 You watched as your husband sat back down from his outburst, putting his suave persona back on as Stella attempted to calm herself down from the surprise of her brother snapping in such a violent manner

🧊 Now you really wanted this dinner to be over with...

»–•–«

🧊 You sighed as your room's door closed. Your husband lightly grasped his crown and laid it on his table while you closed your parasol and leaned it against your own table

🧊 Andrealphus then changed into his nightwear as you did the same, wrapping a large robe around your form as you sat down to read one of your books on pregnancy and motherhood. He sat down beside you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him

"I never understood why you read such books. You're a polite and caring woman, so motherhood should be second-hand to you."

"Andre', you can stop sweet-talking me..."

"Sweet-talking?" He chuckled. "No, my dear. If I found you useless, I wouldn't have defended you back there. You... are unlike any Imp I have come across."

🧊 Smiling as he picked up your book and laid it on his table instead of yours, he pushed you down and used his magic to turn the lights that were once on off

🧊 He then wrapped his arms around your waist and began to rub his hands against your stomach, which had grown slightly to accommodate for your oncoming baby

"I never thought I'd say this, but... thank you for giving me this chance to be a father, love."

"It's not a problem, Honey. I love you."

"I love you too."

[sleeplessdreamer14]

ironic, isn’t it? anyway, happy valentines <3

reference under the cut

[selineram3421]

Petit Lapin Blanc

Part 5

Part 4

Alastor and Human Child Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ platonic, (gn) gender neutral reader, N/n = Nickname, Italics=thoughts, I.M.P, the mention of murder, commercial jingle ⚠

You turned by spinning the stool to see a blonde woman with a red-pink suit at the counter where the bell was.

"Oh, good. I have everyone's attention now.", she said with a smile and walked over to you.

Feeling unsure, you reached for Alastor's hand to hold and the man in red let you, giving you a pat on the head with his other hand. The woman bent her knees a bit as she stood in front of you, wanting to be at your eye level.

"Hey little one..", she made her smile look softer. "How did you get here? It's a bit far from home."

You felt a little more unsure after she mentioned home.

"How do you know where home is?", you asked with a slight glare, turning towards the red man a bit.

"Well my dad knows but I've heard stories about it!", she says.

You squint your eyes at her.

"Suspicious..", you mumble.

"Ha!", Alastor laughs. "Charlie, dear. I think it's best that you introduce yourself first. Strangers are quite untrustworthy."

The blonde woman, Charlie, stands up and clears her throat with an embarrassed smile.

"You're right."

Vaggie stands next to the blonde and pats her shoulder.

"Don't worry, she owns the hotel and just wanted to meet you.", the white haired woman smiled. "This is Charlie."

Charlie gave you a small wave. "Hi."

After taking in what you could learn from her appearance, you deemed her safe enough. She didn't wear a fake smile, she stepped back when seeing you uncomfortable, and well..now she was waiting for you to respond.

She wanted your trust.

"Hi.", you waved back.

"Can we know your name?", Charlie asked.

"No.", you said firmly.

Her smile dropped and she looked worried.

"Ah yes. N/n here thinks we are fae, they will not give their name.", his smile widens. "What a smart child."

"Oooh, yeah that is smart. You don't know how many deee-I mean people! Uh, how many people have been tricked by giving their name.", Charlie corrects herself.

"Nice catch.", Husk grumbled, still shuffling the cards.

You almost forgot he was there since he was so quiet.

"So I was right!", you cheered and stood up on the stool. "You guys are like fae!"

"Not quite little one.", Alastor had you sit down on the stool again. "I promised to tell you later, remember?"

"Why is later taking so long?", you pouted and crossed your arms.

"Would you like tomorrow?", he asked with a raised brow.

"No!", you stood up on the stool again and faced the red man with a determined glare.

"And why not?", he questioned, picking you up and shifted until you were comfortable in his hold.

"Because then it'll never happen.", you explained with a sad, quiet tone.

Whenever grown-ups would say tomorrow, it never happened. You hated tomorrow. You lived by the day whenever it came.

Tomorrow was never promised.

"I hate tomorrow."

.

Alastor found your distrust toward the Princess hilarious.

"Charlie, dear. I think it's best that you introduce yourself first. Strangers are quite untrustworthy.", he spoke up.

The little one finally greeted Charlie after she took a step back from the child.

Then the Princess asked for their name and the human quickly said no. Poor Charlie looked distraught and wondered what she had done wrong, so he decided to help clue the young lady in on why you wouldn't give your name.

"Ah yes. N/n here thinks we are fae, they will not give their name.", his smile widened. "What a smart child.", he complimented.

The Princess almost lets it slip that they are demons but manages to save herself from saying the word demons.

"So I was right!", they cheered and stood up on the stool. "You guys are like fae!"

"Not quite little one.", Alastor had them sit down on the stool again so they wouldn't fall. "I promised to tell you later, remember?"

They pouted and whined that it was taking too long.

"Would you like tomorrow?", he asked with a raised brow.

"No!", they stood up on the stool again and faced him with a determined glare.

Curious.. He thought. "And why not?", he questioned, picking them up and shifted until they were comfortable in his hold.

Charlie's eyes widened at his action but he paid no mind and focused on the human child.

"Because then it'll never happen.", they explained.

Where did they learn such a thing? Hmm.. They must have been disappointed repeatedly.

"I hate tomorrow.", the little human glared with such hatred for that one word.

"Very well, later it is.", he said with a nod. "How's after dinner? I'm sure you're hungry after all that walking."

"Um, actually Alastor. I don't think-", Charlie started.

"Is it safe for me to eat? Fae food isn't safe.", they said. "If you are like fae, then it's not ok for me to eat."

"They are right.", the Princess agreed. "We'd have to get food outside of uh..this realm in order for them to eat."

Clever little thing.

"Alright then, let's get your human food and we'll have dinner!", he declared and placed them back on the stool, making sure they sat down. "Now, you must stay seated on this type of seat, especially since it spins. You can hurt yourself if you're not careful. So, no more standing on it."

"Oh, ok.", they nodded.

"Husker!", he then turned to face the cat demon behind the bar counter. "Continue to entertain them. I must find them something suitable to eat."

"Fine.", the feline responded and glanced at the child. "Hey kid, wanna learn how to bite quarters?"

"You can bite quarters?", the little one asked, spinning to face the cat, interested.

"Want to see me do it?", Husk said as he pulled out a coin and flipped it before catching it mid air.

"Yeah!"

Not having to worry about them running off, Alastor gestured for the girls to follow him and walked to a nearby office.

"Ok, what is going on? How did a human, a human child at that, get down here? They aren't even dead!", Charlie asked, whisper shouting at the last bit.

"Alastor said he doesn't know. He found them on the street, watching the tv's in front of the tech store.", Vaggie explained.

"I was just as surprised as you dear, but they don't remember themselves, A case of amnesia. It's quite the mystery.", he said, holding his hands behind his back and tapped his finger on his palm. "However, we don't have the time to solve it, our biggest problem is getting them food from Earth. As far as I know, there is no way to get up there."

"Because you don't watch t.v.", Vaggie rolled her eyes and got the television remote.

He rolled his eyes in response.

The white haired woman turned on the noisy chatter-box at the push of a button and switched it to a channel.

A commercial was on.

"Hi there! I'm Blitzø, the O is silent-", an imp introduced himself. "..and I'm the founder of I.M.P!"

He glared at the screen, not sure what he was supposed to gather from this commercial.

"Why are we watching this?", he asked.

"Just wait.", Vaggie sighed.

"Well, luckily for you! Thanks to our company's special access to the living world-", the imp said and managed to open a portal with a spell book. "..we can help you take care of your unfinished business by taking out anyone who screwed you over when you were alive!", he walked over to the portal and fell back into it.

Then a music bit for the company started.

Interesting..

"Kids die for free~!"

The commercial ended but then started up again.

Vaggie turned off the television. "That's been on for the last two hours.", she mumbled.

"Oh my gosh..", Charlie covered her mouth in horror.

"Ah, I see now! We can hire that lot to get food.", he said.

"We can hire that lot to send them back! Este idiota-", Vaggie hissed out and then started spewing out some Spanish.

Send them back? He thought. That was the plan, wasn't it..

"Let's make sure they eat first and then we can send them back, yeah?", Charlie placed a hand on her partner's shoulder. "I'm not sure how they got down here but they must be pretty tired."

"Yes, Charlie is right. For now the food will do and then we'll take care of them going home tomorrow.", he said before stepping out of the office.

He walked back to the lobby and spotted the little human holding a fan of cards, playing 'Go-fish' with Husk.

"Mind if I join in?", the deer demon sat on the stool next to their's.

"I beat Husk!", they declared and handed him some cards.

"Oh really?", he said and looked at the cards in his hand.

"I think they're cheatin'.", Husk grinned, pretending to whisper.

"Nu-uh! Am not!", the little one frowned with their cheeks puffed out in anger at the accusation.

"Hmm.. I don't know. I always win at card games..", Husk said, looking at them from the corner of his eye.

"Maybe I'm just better!", they said and asked if anyone had twos.

"Go fish.", Alastor smiled.

Yes, tomorrow they would go home.

He picked up a card from the pile after asking for sevens, receiving the response 'go fish'.

But tomorrow is never promised..

Hi. Thanks for waiting and here you go.

~Seline, the person.

Part 6

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[dewdropdinosaur]

The Whole Being Dead Thing

LUCIFER X READER (PLATONIC) Summary: Lucifer is your father and to say you have been distant the past 7 years would be an understatement. Being the sarcastic owner of a murder business doesn't exactly make the family reunion even more enjoyable. Warnings: Some cuss words and a gun --> Reader is similar to Blitz from Helluva Boss. Rating: PG-13 Can't remember who requested this but here you go!

In the bustling streets of Pentagram City, where sin and redemption intertwined in a chaotic dance, there lurked a figure shrouded in darkness. Y/N, the eldest daughter of Lucifer Morningstar, once roamed. Born into a lineage of darkness and power, she was destined for greatness—or so it seemed.The disappearance of her mother, Lilith, shattered the fragile bonds that tied Y/N to her family. Amidst the turmoil and whispers of betrayal, she made a choice that would alter her destiny forever. With a heart heavy with unresolved pain, Y/N turned her back on her kin and vanished into the shadows, leaving behind her legacy and her birthright.

Long had it been since Y/N departed from the opulent corridors of her father's domain. With her heart heavy and her resolve unyielding, Y/N ventured into the abyss of uncertainty, carving her path through the crimson-lit alleyways of Pentagram City.

In the shadows, she found her solace, her purpose. She became a legend whispered in hushed tones—a silent specter weaving through the fabric of the city, a master of the art of assassination. With meticulous precision and deadly grace, she built her empire, brick by blood-soaked brick, until her name became synonymous with fear itself. Starting her own business built on assassination both inside Hell and up on Earth, Y/N essentially ruled the criminal underworld of Hell. Her own kingdom, not given to her by birthright, but by hard work and a penchant for blowing shit up. 

Years passed, and Lucifer, the fallen angel turned proprietor of the infamous Hazbin Hotel, watched over his kingdom with a heavy heart. The absence of his daughter weighed upon him like an anchor, a constant reminder of the rift that had torn their family asunder. After the disappearance of his eldest, Lucifer then distanced himself from his youngest; believing himself the one to blame for everything leaving.  He missed his daughter, though he would never admit it openly. The pain of her absence lingered like a wound that refused to heal, a constant reminder of his failure as a father.

 However, as time wore on and Hazbin Hotel grew - Lucifer reintroduced himself into Charlie’s life and they became reconnected and virtually inseparable. Charlie, being the optimistic being that she was, decided that if one family reunion was going so well, another should follow. Drafting out a letter to her older sister in bright pink ink, the note was mailed and received. 

After weeks of debate, Y/N finally relented. Maybe seeing Charlie after all would be nice, just the two of them. Putting on her normal outfit: white tank top, black leather jacket, and black jeans along with combat boots; Y/N marched to the hotel. Knocking on the door, Y/N straightened her top. However, what greeted her was not her energetic sister but instead Lucifer, who stood with wide eyes. 

Time seemed to stand still as father and daughter locked eyes, a thousand unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between them. For a moment, the world faded away, leaving only the echo of their shared past and the weight of their estrangement.

Charlie, the ever-optimistic princess of Hell, stood beside Lucifer, her gaze shifting between the two with a mixture of curiosity and concern. Sensing the tension thickening in the air, she stepped forward, a beacon of warmth amidst the shadows.

"Y/N," Charlie finally spoke, voice high pitched as she reached to embrace her sister. "It's been too long."

Y/N's expression remained impassive, her mask of stoicism betraying no hint of the emotions that roiled within her. She nodded, acknowledging her words with a silent understanding.

Y/N's gaze was steely, her demeanor guarded as she faced the father she had long forsaken. The awkwardness between them was palpable, a tangible barrier separating them even as they stood mere feet apart.

"Y/N," Lucifer finally spoke, his voice a mix of longing and regret, "it's been... too long."

A flicker of emotion crossed Y/N's face—a fleeting vulnerability that was quickly masked behind a facade of indifference. “Hi, dad.” 

Lucifer shifted uncomfortably, sensing the palpable tension hanging in the air. "How have you been?"

Y/N's lips twisted into a bitter smirk. "Oh, you know, same old, same old. Just running a famous murder stick in the depths of Hell. How about you?"

Lucifer winced at the reminder of his daughter's chosen path, a pang of ick gnawing at his insides. "I've been... managing," he replied evasively, unable to meet her gaze.

“So after 7 years that is all you have to say to me? 'How have you been'?” 

“Well, I--is that a gun!?"

Sighing and tapping the glock strapped to her thigh, Y/N spoke “Yes, dad. it's a gun. Sheesh, for sin incarnate you really are such a downer. Get it? Downer, cause like you go down on people...oh whatever.

Charlie, you got a bartender in this place right? Cause I am gonna need a shitty drink if y'all are gonna be a tough crowd."

Charlie, sensing the awkwardness and unable to get sex jokes thickening, attempted to lighten the mood. "Well, uh, why don't we sit down and catch up? I'm sure there's plenty to talk about and yeah…we have a bartender.!"

Y/N's laugh was hollow, devoid of mirth, completely avoiding her father in favor for his sister. "Sure, why not? I've always wanted to hear about the latest happenings in the Hotel for lost souls. So tell me sis, how’s life been mhmm?” 

The reunion was awkward, fraught with the weight of unresolved grievances and unspoken apologies. Yet, amidst the awkwardness, there lingered a glimmer of hope—a flicker of light amidst the darkness that had shrouded their relationship for so long. Alcohol made Y/N much friendlier anyway.

[nixie-writes]

Blitzo got an application from a shark Hellborn that looking a job but blitzo have felt something very familiar to that shark. Y/n finally got the job and during the introduction she warned about her “if any of you know Chaz thunderman” all of them (except loona) raise their hand and y/n sigh “don’t tell me your my dead beat father plaything or something” Millie and moxxie shocked that y/n is the daughter of their ex

-you looked in the mirror, smoothing your hair down with hair grease. "Alright, I absolutely cannot fuck this up," you muttered to yourself as you took a big breath and left your small apartment.

-when you walked into the room after a successful interview to meet the team, you felt you should get something off your chest. "If anyone knows Chazwick Thurman, raise your hand" everyone but the Hellhound raised their hands.

-you sighed, putting your face into your hands. "Please don't tell me one or all of you are my dead-beat dad's play toys." You groaned, trying to hide your shame.

-Millie and Moxxie looked at each other in surprise. They couldn't believe the same guy who tried to marry Moxxie had a son.

[self-indulgent-devils]

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

[bearw-me]

How would Striker react if reader is a hybrid of a lion and an imp but looks more lion than imp? They don't really know who their biological parents are because they were adopted but they want to look for their real parents.

https://panthera.org/blog-post/promise-hope-tripod-lioness

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=uFcZhH_wFbs&pp=ygUJTGlvbiByb2Fy

i watched the video and read the blog post! (if you read this too, anyone, you should check it out!)

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐨𝐧/𝐈𝐦𝐩!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𐐒 ft : striker x lion!imp!reader 𐐒 cw : swearing, fluff 𐐒 summary : striker rethinks what he knows about you, and your odd appearance for an imp 𐐒 note : the reader (like the ask requests) is a heavily lion based character!

At first I think Striker wouldn't like you, considering you don't look like a traditional imp.

but considering you are one, he can live with you around. . . if you aren't proven to be completely useless of course.

I think he'd have a ton of initially bad thoughts about you (as he would anyone else)

Like he hates how 'cute and fluffy' your ears look until they perk up at sounds he can't hear until moments later.

Or how 'useless' your claws are until they prove to make you faster than him.

But. . . he fucking adores your large canines, even if he never directly tells you so, he watches you sometimes when you yawn just to size them up

He likes the fact you can hold your own when you need to, but his feelings kinda fizzle out the moment you rejoin his side happily. claiming him to be 'your pride' and help contribute to his work. (I think this is the part he likes most about you)

He just wants you to be independent, as strong imp's should

The low growl you make sometimes when you talk or get angry is. . . well it gets his heart racing

Hearing you roar makes him shudder, it just sounds so terrifyingly lovely against hell's rings.

(Considering Striker is akin to a crocodile/snake) I think you'd definitely have more physical strength than him, and speed. But don't forget the man is agile and cunning.

Because you're strong, perceptive, deadly, and have the ability to see in the dark naturally. . . striker would learn to fucking envy you :)

he learns to give you his respect!

but I think the man also likes to try and rattle you sometimes and keep you guessing

sure he seems to grow fond with you around, but sometimes he'll straight up call you weak for trying to be 'dependent' on him

if you were looking for your parents I think Striker would help if you paid him or helped him on some jobs. Collecting little letters of information for you to read on top of some bills you had earned from the job.

[swagyalastorwife]

Hello, I like reading the little blurbs of stories you have written, so I'd like to see what you could do with this: I.M.P hires a male hellhound as a new employee and Loona is smitten. He seems like a nice guy, he smiles and takes order exceptionally. He adapts well to situations at hand and doesn't screw up. The only problem is he doesn't speak English very well (can't write either) and most of the time has no idea what's going on (aka understands basic english), he just follows Blitzø and co. into action.

Hiiiii how are youuu(^-^)/🩷!!!To be honest, I didn't really know how to do it, but I hope you'll like it anyway!!! If you don't like it, I could do it again !

I.m.p x male!hellhound!reader

[minzart]

Green is for Greed

Mammon x Imp.Reader (GN)

"It was rare to take a picture of the king of greed without him being goofy of stock commercial possed, but you had a knack for those,[...], but those were not for work, those were not even for selling to his massive fanclub, no, those were yours" You observe Mammon and ponder your relationship with him

The soft lights and atmosphere of the ballroom gave a classy vibe to the party that made its guests amiable to small talk and laughs, most sharing their own accomplishments and boasting their egos or others, it all depends in what they aim to accomplish really

Leviathan was basking in the overflown envy her parties brought forth on their guests, every now and them both heads mingled around giving more fuel to a story or engranding her own accomplishments, their parties were not for every type of people, only the most wealthy and know could attend, celebrities and, of course, royalty

The sins were… mixed in theirs attendance

Satan was a rare appearance, and usually a brief one, his temper and interest was not upper class friendly enough for the parties to keep his interest, the dragon was getting better at it after Belphegor's therapy imp indication however, perhaps one day the wrath sin would learn to enjoy these parties

But today is not that day, he can bee seen giving a brief goodbye to the hostesses and walking purposefully out of the door, already tugging the tie lose, right behind him an imp flies happily out of the danger zone that is a party full of snakes

Beelzebub is rarely allowed to join Levi's parties, and when she is it usually doesn't end well, she was a lovely person but her way of parting was not compatible with the hostesses etiquette… at all, which tended to end in a public discussion of one of Leviathan's head and the wolf-bee chimera, so for today the queen of gluttony was not present, a shame, she is always a wonder to photograph, always full of energy

Asmodeus was not a rarity to see, more social and manageable than other sins, especially now with Fizzarollys participation, the worse kept secret of hell, their relationship, never spoken out loud but clear for anyone who has eyes to see, keeps the roster attending many social events for his little lovers sake

You take advantage of this fact and make sure to have both types of photographs, formal ones were they are apart and sometimes interacting in a more casual manner, as well as more hidden ones, ones were they clearly are more to each other, those were a treat to have, they could cost a fortune on shipping forums, but also would make good gifts for the jester

After all you were a comum freelance employee of Mammon, a photographer, cheap and quiet, however brief your interactions were you did make a short of friendship with the imp, the perks of respecting people's boundaries made you a safe heaven to the young celebrity, who would have guess

Belphegor and Lucifer haven't attended these events in… eons, that's what you've heard at least, and sadly you never met them, which means less work for you, but also less money, you wonder if one day you ever get to photograph one of these two the pictures would cost a fortune

Continue your job, you slide around the corners and stairs of the place, taking atmospheric pictures, interactions, and small moments that could never be captured with a previous warning of a lense. You enjoyed those most, the quiet mundanity of it all, and no social interaction, you had to save your energy for later, were the official photoshoots would start, there one by one the guests that remained would have a chance to properly pose for their official pictures

Then you took notice of a booming laughter, bearing the obnoxious, no were near you last saw him, Mammon, the sin of greed, the jester was formally dressed, as demanded by all of Leviathan's parties, surrounded by goetia and high class demons alike, he seemed to have left Fizzarolly to roam the place unsupervised, and was now being the social butterfly of the event

You snort and take a picture of him, the big smile with sharp teeth took the most of his face, black lips giving emphasis on his expression of mischievous joy, the joke must have been at someone's expense, his eyes though closed still shined the green through the smallest of space between his lashes

It was rare to take a picture of the king of greed without him being goofy of stock commercial possed, but you had a knack for those, you knew these photos you took wouldn't be commercially used, years of working for the sin teached you his usual image marketing strategy, but those were not for work, those were not even for selling to his massive fanclub, no, those were yours

You and Mammon were… a thing, well, you thought you two were a thing, and he never gave you reason to think otherwise, honestly you really though that was one time thing, but it seemed not, slowly, but constantly, the king of greed seeked, more like demanded, your company

And just as slow you too sought him out, and it was a pain the ass, the sin was selfish, extremely so, you did expected this, him being greed incarnated and all, but Satan's fat tittis, it was hard to always be ready to give but rarely, if ever, receive a flicker of attention back

You wished he too had joined the band of sins that started to mitigate their nature to keep a better social life before you were even born. For the average demon the nature of the sins was otherworldly, almost gods, you too though of them like that once, but now with you interacting so close with them you noticed how different and yet normal they all are

Defined by their sin, and yet, it is possible for them to grow around it, the best example being Asmodeus, you have heard from Mammon the old stories of the lust King, and in the start you doubted them, Asmodeus? The famous “consent is sexy” guy? Was not like that some centuries ago? Sure, whatever you say big hairy ball of a centipede

But then you started to notice expressions, reactions, of demons and mortals alike, as well as the king of lusts himself, and it all pointed to be the truth, Asmodeus wasn't always this courteous. This change of heart was recent, in sin years at least, and soon after you learned that most friendly sins were also like this

Gluttony and Greed were once thick as thieves, two sides of the same coin, until Beelzebub started to change as well, Satan is the most recent example, you wondered how it was the transition for the others, how hard it was to be defined by one personality trait that will always demand your full attention

You didn't expected Mammon of all sins would change anytime soon, if he ever does that's something for another someone to enjoy… but unholy Lucifer you wanted to, he can be nice, you have seen it first hand, he can be so much more, he is learning to be caring about you for fucks sakes

The day you turned out extremely sick to work, the bastard had the gown to pick you up like a sack of potatoes on his shoulders and just disappear from sight. When you woke up you were rolled into a cocoon of blankets inside a big ass room. The comical attempts of the greedy king trying to take care of you and being weirded out by your unexpressive humor still makes you giddy, and the soft clicks he made in sleep comforted you immensely

You wanted that, so badly, just for yourself, the excited giggles of mischief, the endless gossip and rambling of plans, the many, many, nights sleeping on his soft fur, the purrs, the pouts, fuck you really wanted to call him yours… but you can't own the king of greed can you? No, he owns you, it would be impossible for a lowly imp ever achieve that… but who said you can't want it, dream of it even, everyone needs an ambition to keep going and yours was this

With a final look at the frame you noticed that Mammon was looking directly at you… oh shit he noticed you slacking, with a apologetically grin you scramble to the side going back to your photoshoots, not noticing the sins eyes following, his expression blank, some could even say silently shocked in awe

To be a sin, is to constantly be aware of said trait effects on others, that's what made him an excellent salesman, greed is a want of more, but it always starts with a want, a want of something, anything, attention, money, home, stability, confort, all of it building more and more into an overflow of avarice

Mammon is constantly aware of others' greed as much as his own, he paints a web of connections to said want, hipotesis to why that person desires that specific thing and builds his persona accordingly. Levi's parties are a wonder of greed as much as envy, both feeding off of each other like leeches, a place to boast your own accomplishments while being pampered by less successful bitches that obviously want what you have but will never acquire it? Count him in baby that's his territory!

But funnily enough despite his status as sin, king, royal and too many other fucking titles, he never once has been the direct desire of someone's greed, people are greedy for his money, his status, his influence, people want to be him, to fuck him, to be fucked by him, all above, but never want him especificaly. People don't have enough taste to want him anyway, absolutely, that's the sole reason and nothing more… anyways

The prospect of people wanting to fuck him is amusing for the jester, he can see around him in the eyes of demons a subtle hue of purple, green and blue. His libido is low, putting aside that season of the year, so it's fucking hilarious to watch others make a fool of themselves to even try to get a reaction, even more funny is when he ignores it all togheter, the frustration in their eyes is a free entreteriment for the big guy

And then he feels a piercing gaze from above, sure every goetia and demon is looking at him but this gaze escificaly calls to a familiarity he has a hard time identifying immediately. So he looks ups, and… there you are… his little imp

A playfully smile graces his lips, aren't ya adorable working so diligently pass your clock, he can't wait to see all the gossip you've stored in that camera, he hopes you also captured disastrous moments for the tabloids lines, that gives him so much money

Thinking over how best to mess with you from down there he decides a simple call out would be enough embarrassment for you, if you weren't scrambling out off his sight right now means you are distracted in you thoughts, maybe it will be even funnier and you'll fall down and he can catch you, isn't that romantic of him

What are you even thinking anyways? You aren't usually this care-

Your eyes shine green…

Mortals have a saying, green of envy, it is not necessarily wrong, but demons know that green is for Greed, his green, his greed, you were being greedy. A part of the jester though he would see you being envious this night after all you both hardly interacted in the event, too formal and too public for even a small token of affection without drawing suspicions, and he was basking on the attention of everyone, so usually this ignites envy or better yet jealousy, what would you do if jealous he wondered the day before…

But never did he imagine you would feel greedy, he can feel it too, the sensation of the sin fueling him was different, because you were not greedy by proxy, but directly, you were feeding him straight to his damned soul. Your greedy desire was him, you wanted him, in every shape of form, and that sensation was surreal for Mammon, he couldn't breath, what did he do to make you feel that? What were you thinking that prompted that much want? How can he make you look at him like that again-

With a blink you were gone, and the king of greed was left there speechless, a shocking warmth making its way through his face, for once not from anger. He quickly slaps the nearby goetia and laughs once more, praising the mid attempt of a joke, more to ground himself than to please the bird, what the fuck was that…

In the other corner of the ballroom Asmodeus chokes in his drink, did he just felt lust coming from…? … no, it must have been his imagination… were is Fizzy anyways he needs to see if they can dip while Levi is distracted with many celebrities seeking her sponsorship

[imagination-phantom]

Don’t talk to me or my gay green flag boyfriends~

Plays Taylor Swift, You’re On Your Own, Kid, while walking home from my psychiatry appointment today after changing my anxiety depression meds AGAIN because there still not working, and this last one was a well journey so we’re still low but still trying to be glass half full.

This time it’ll stick.

Click the image if it’s blurry~

[sleeplessdreamer14]

kinda spoilers for between the heavens and the embers (but not really)

inspired by look my way I’ll draw more if this gets enough reblogs

reblogs are appreciated, please do not repost, and remember to do your daily clicks for 🍉 and their other causes

[itsmarsss]

btw the first draft is finished! gonna get to editing :)

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